Cousin’s Barnyard Fun

CHAPTER FOUR

"Stop… oh please!"

But there was no conviction in her voice. It was just like the night Joey had first fucked her. Barbara had begged him not to touch her when every fiber of her body ached for him. She knew Brad would be the same way. She watched with growing excitement as his cock grew harder and stiffer. It was so big – at least nine, maybe ten inches long and possibly two inches across. The sides were roped with pulsing blue veins while the spongy head was growing purple.

"Ohhhh, nice hot cunt! Yeah, it's gonna feel real nice against my prick."

Barbara sobbed, turning her head away and closing her eyes. How she hated herself! She should be crying out even now, even under the threat of another beating. But instead she lay there, panting like a bitch in rut, her crotch filled with a wild throbbing. She wanted to touch that cock, to feel it, to smell it!

"No!" she sobbed, scooting back, her spine pressed against the stall wall. Clenching her fists, she pressed them to her sides, shaking her head from left to right. Christina was only a short distance away, working on her books.

Everything was quite normal outside, while here in the barn the world was turning upside down. Dizzy with fright, Barbara once more begged him not to hurt her.

Brad only laughed, pushing his Levi's down to the tops of his boots. The hot, sour smell of his crotch washed over her. It was exciting, the most potent perfume possible for her. A draft tightened her damp scalp as Brad moved closer to her, his fat cock waving, striking his jutting hipbone. Oh, how muscular his thighs were, almost as muscular and strong as Lightning's!

Barbara's tits swelled, the nipples taut, straining against her bra. A spasm shot through her body, making her pussy pucker, her clit tingle with electricity. It was then she realized her body was alive again, quivering with anticipation.

"No!"

He was on top of her in an instant, his hands pawing her shirt, tearing it from her Levi's and opening the buttons.

"No, stop!"

She closed her eyes, her mouth a tight scar as she struggle futilely under the big man. His knees were pressing into her thighs painfully while his fingers ripped open her shirt. Next she felt her bra strap being undone, the cups sliding from her big tits.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh…"

Brad stopped for a moment, his eyes wide with delight as he stared at the resilient mounds resting on her chest. She felt his breath against her nipples, then soon felt his lips cupping one, sucking hard while his teeth nibbled the rubbery flesh.

Arching her back, Barbara sobbed, her tits jiggling like pudding from her violent moves. He sucked hard, first one tit then the other, his hands kneading the soft flesh painfully while his tongue scraped over the tips of her nipples.

"No, don't… ohhhh, you beast… You animal!" she sobbed.

He slapped her again, this time more softly than before while his knees spread her legs farther apart.

"Gonna get me some cuntmeat now. And man, I'm real hungry for it," he muttered.

Barbara felt him draw back, felt his fingers fumbling with her Levi's. She beat at him with her clenched fists, shoved her ass down hard against the floor. But it was useless. Brad only laughed at her attempts of escape. Opening her jeans, tugging them off her flailing legs, then hooking his fingers around the elastic waist-band of her panties and pulling them down, he finally stripped the thrashing woman naked.

"No!"

Brad was on her once more, pinning her down with his body, dry fucking her by rubbing his prick back and forth over her simmering pussy slit.

"No, no!"

Barbara thought someone had set fire to her cunt! It ran with juice, the hot fluid seeping down into the hot crack between her asscheeks. She felt his prick rubbing new life into her clit while his balls dragged over her crotch.

Her cries of help soon turned to cries of greed. Instead of pushing him away Barbara found herself holding onto him, feeling the itchy stubble around her working its way into her sweaty asscrack.

"Yeah, knew you'd be wantin' it. Shit, you was wantin' it before when I talked to you. Now you can't keep still, can you? Want that hot cock?"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The dog, the horse, everything had conspired against her. Now she was held captive under his body, feeling his cock bumping up against her pussy. And then he was completely on top of her, his cock gouging slickly down her cuntal cleft, the domed head pressing against the fuzzy crack.

She felt her cuntlips peeling back, stretching to make room for his prick. Oh, it was going in, going in, rubbing against the quivering, pulsing folds of her cunt! Barbara snapped her head from side to side, her fingers tightening around Brad's neck while her ass pranced for more cock meat. He was fucking her, fucking her hard and deep.

"Oh no, don't… don't…"

"Jesus Christ, you fuckin' bitch! Don't lie to me," Brad grunted, working his hips from side to side.

Barbara stiffened, arching her back as she felt his cock slipping and stirring around in her pussy. "You're… you're going to kill meeeee with that thing!" she gasped.

Brad only laughed, tightened his ass muscles and shoved forward again. Looking up, Barbara saw his face slacken, then tighten up once more as inch after cock-throbbing inch slurped into her furry cunt.

"Uhhhhh…"

The woman shuddered with the sexy sensation of her cunt being filled with a cock. It was really being stuffed, stretched. She moved her hips, changing the angle her cunt made contact with Brad's fat prick. He was now halfway inside when she felt a mini spasm pass through her pussy. Both of them gasped, their bodies grinding against one another while her cuntlips sucked and gummed on the big ranch hand's cock.

"Fuck! Jesus, ain't never had a woman who could do somethin' like that!" he groaned.

"Can't… can't help it," Barbara cried, closing her eyes in shame.

"Fuck, man, you can do that all the time. I don't give a damn!"

Barbara breathed deeply, her lungs burning and hurting as the oxygen flowed through her flaring nostrils. Slowly, gradually, she felt her cuntal muscles relaxing, letting more of Brad's cock slip into her pussy. She felt the juices seeping out around his entrenching dick, bubbling out and frothing around her cuntal hairs while her ass moved sexily back and forth over the hay stubble in the stall. Again she heard the horse whinnying in the back stall, her cries obviously upsetting him. Just thinking about that beautiful white stallion brought another shiver of delight racing through her tight pussy.

"Uhhhh… fuck it out, baby!"

Barbara twisted around, feeling her insides stretching out around the huge cock shaft. Again the woman tensed, waiting for the bulging cockhead to reach down farther in her pussy. She thought there would be a moment when she would have to scream for him to stop. And would he?

"Ohhhhh baby, baby, you're too fuckin' much! Bet I could fuck you all night and you'd still be ready for more cock!"

"No, no, not true," she panted, unable to form sentences any more.

"Yeah, right," he gasped, throwing two more inches of his prick into her.

"No more… can't take much more," the woman panted.

"You're real tight, baby, but you're stretchin' out just fine," Brad moaned, bending over and sucking on her throat.

"No, no, it's so… oh God! Please, please, don't…"

Barbara felt Brad tucking his ass under. She gasped as his hot, low-hanging balls swung up and slapped against her asscheeks. She hadn't ever thought she would have something this big in her body. Even Joey wasn't this hung!

"Uhhhh… Oooohhhhhh!"

Crazy! Insane! Brad was pulling back, drawing his cock out! It felt as if her insides were being tugged out with it.

"Like that? Somethin' different for your fuckin' pussy to feel?"

"Ohhhhhhh God!"

Barbara snapped her head back, rolling it over the stubble while snapping her legs up and rubbing the insides against his body. She felt one heavy ball nestle against one cheek of her ass. It was then she realized he was all the way inside her. He had to be!

"Man, you're hot and tight… and real fine, baby. And you wanted to waste it all on the fuckin' horse. Man, that's real warped."

Barbara wasn't listening. She moved her hips frantically from left to right now, wanting to feel as much of his cock inside her as possible. Her ass bounced over the stall floor, her fingers tightening around his neck. Brad let out another groan, then dropped his face to hers. She felt his lips pressing her mouth in a moment, felt his tongue searching for hers between her lips. In a second they were fencing, their tongues flicking against one another, spittle frothing from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin while all the time Brad's cock was slowly working in and out, in and out of her stretched cunthole. Barbara could hear it working, could hear it making sounds like a pile driver slipping in and out of a mudhole. It sent shivers through her.

"Uhhhhh…" the woman moaned into Brad's mouth.

"Man, you're bitchin', baby, real bitchin'," he moaned back.

"Oh fuck, fuck me, please…"

"Yeah, knew you'd be gettin' around to goin' nuts with my cock. Most cunts do. Here, try somethin' different."

"Wh… what?"

Barbara felt his hands moving around her thighs, felt his legs moving under her. She let out a cry of confusion as the room began to move around her. In a second, she felt the relief of being able to breathe again as she rolled on top of the big man.

"Ain't no rape now, baby. You're likin' it, likin' it the way I thought you would," Brad said, smirking up at the big-titted blonde. "You dig it, dig gettin' a man's cock in you."

His words burned her pride. But his cock was burning her cunt, setting it on fire with flames she never thought existed.

"Come on, baby, fuck your cunt on my prick. Come on, it's real easy."

It was so different being on top. But Brad was helping her along, his hands holding her tightly, guiding her thighs back and forth, up and down. After a moment or two she could see how to rock her body forward so his cock would pull from her cuntal tube. The noise, the slick, sucking noise of it made her shudder again with hot delight. She could feel the foamy froth of her juices as Brad's cockhead pulled streams of it back. It was running down her asscheeks. Oh, how wet she was!

"You… you're making me feel so… so strange!"

Brad laughed at her, his hands slapping her asscheeks again, his legs moving under her ass while Barbara began bouncing up and down. Her tits jiggled, slapping together while she let her head fall back. Oh, oh, it was so deliciously wicked, so evilly abandoned to be like this, her legs splayed so widely apart.

Brad was very still, his mouth set hard. Oh God, God, things had changed so. She had to feel his cock, had to feel his prick scraping along the itchy, tingling insides of her pussy. It was so good. And the thought that soon his white, hot spunk would be splattering out of that bulbous cockhead drove her mad. No more was she the reluctant woman, the woman fighting for her honor, her reputation. Barbara was rutting high now, bouncing her body up and down like a puppet, feeling his prick gouging her cunt with its maddening stiffness and length.

She looked down. There was sweat on his forehead. His black hair was plastered against his forehead as she kept bouncing up and down on his prick.

"Man, move that ass, baby. Come on, move that ass!" Brad said, slapping her asscheeks when she started to slow down.

"I don't know… I think I'm close to… to cumming."

The admission made her blush with shame. But it was true. She felt herself rocketing higher and higher, the odd hot/cold rush of chills taking over her pussy. Her clit was constantly rubbing against Brad's hot prick now, sputtering and sparking like a newly lit bomb while that odd tightness in her body was growing.

"Uhhhh, baby, go for it, go for it!" he said in a tight voice.

"Ohhhhh…"

It was as if firecrackers were being set off in her cunt! Barbara closed her eyes, her hips grinding crazily. She raised her body, rocking forward until just the prickhead was inside the powerful ring of muscles. Careful not to bear down too hard Barbara felt her muscles tightening. She was milking his cockrod again, letting her muscles gum along the length of his prick. Brad was moaning loudly, arching his back up from the ground. Barbara gasped, feeling her chest tighten, her mouth growing even drier. She was thrilled watching this reaction, watching this thick-muscled male body writhing and thrashing under her while her cunt was doing all the work.

Then her pussy exploded once more, sending stars of incredible brilliance exploding through her confused head. She couldn't hold back, couldn't stop now if the barn had caught fire! She plunged her teasing ass down, down over the hard prick jutting from his crotch. Barbara cried out again, her head lolling from side to side as she felt him rape through the muscled opening, penetrating deep into her cunt. She felt the hot firmness of his balls as her pussy pressed against them. Oh, she was being torn in half, split, divided, fucked!

"Nooooo!"

"Come on, baby, come on and work it on out. You're gonna make it, make it with a real stud. Come on, Barbara, fuck it out!"

"No, no, no!"

She was moving around, jerking her ass around as if it were a wild animal. She felt his fat, throbbing prick jerking hard against the slick lining of her pussy. The circle of her cuntal muscles was convulsing now, rhythmically milking Brad's prick. Her body needed that cock, needed to have that fat thing rushing through her pussy. And then… And then it was happening. She heard Brad cry out something and the next thing she knew Barbara was feeling gushes of hot cum splattering against her cuntal walls!

"Ohhhhhh!"

The woman was dazed with lust and passion. Brad was twisting around and swearing and bucking, his hands hurting her, pinching her thighs while all the time he fucked hard and deep into her body. In a moment they rolled around, halfway down to where they were on their sides. He fucked her again and again, his prick seeming to reach all the way into her belly.

"Uuhghhhhh… ohhhhhhh God, I'm… I'm… cummmmmiiinnnggg!"

It was as if the world had blown apart. Nothing existed for the moment except her pussy and that wonderful, hot, thick prick splitting her wide open. More and more of his jizz firehosed into her pussy. Now she could feel it mixing with her juices, seeping out, wetting down her thighs and asscheeks as she pranced her ass hungrily in the air begging for more.

After having thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks around, the woman collapsed, exhausted, breathing hard through her opened mouth.

"Oh God, God, what have I done?" she whispered out loud.

Brad chuckled, reaching up and stroking her stiff nipples.

"Nice fuck, baby. We're gonna have ourselves a nice time around the old farm. Ain't gonna be nobody around to bother us. Nobody."

Barbara closed her eyes, thinking about Pardner, thinking about Lightning and wondering.