Cousin’s Barnyard Fun

CHAPTER FIVE

Two days had gone by since Brad had fucked Barbara. She and Christina had been busy going over the books, trying to make some sense of her uncle's bookkeeping. And this was a perfect excuse for the blonde to stay away from the handsome, muscled ranch hand. Barbara was unsure about what had happened. At times she could think of nothing but the stud, still feeling his hands roaming around her tits and ass, his body pressing against hers while his prick trenched out her tight, juicy, convulsing cunthole.

There were times at night when she couldn't sleep, when she tossed and turned, the sheets wrinkling up under her. Then she lay on her ass, breathing hard, her eyes wide and glazed while her fingers drifted down to the swollen hot, rubbery lips of her pussy. How she trembled, how she bucked and thrashed, her knees jerking up while her fingers slipped and clicked over her sputtering clit. Brad should have been doing that, should have been teasing her with his fingers before finally driving that prick deep into her waiting, wet cunt.

"Oh God!"

Again and again the woman thought about throwing a robe over her shoulders and tiptoeing down the hall to look for Brad. Surely he had to be around the ranch somewhere, probably in the bunkhouse. Christina had said something about him living here most of the time. That's why she had liked keeping him on. He was there for any kind of emergency. Well, wasn't her hot cunt, her desire to have a man on top of her, touching her, fucking her, an emergency?

Still, there was something keeping her back, something that kept her in her bed where she fingered herself into ecstasy. Oh yes, yes, it was good when her fingers dipped in her convulsing, clutching pussy. For a few wild seconds she could even imagine it was Brad's cock fucking her.

But then there was the awful realization soon after that she was alone. Brad wasn't there. It had been her fingers that had touched off her explosion, not a man's prick. Feeling empty, frustrated, Barbara drifted off to troubled sleep, wondering if and when she would ever let Brad touch her again.

It was the evening of the third day when the hot tightness of her cunt was driving her mad. Barbara sat at the desk, tapping one end of the pencil lightly against the padded desktop. Christina had gone in the kitchen to brew more coffee. Above her the large clock ticked maddeningly, making her want to scream. But no, she had to keep her composure. What would Christina think if she knew what her cousin was thinking? Oh God! What would Christina think if she were to know what had already happened? That awful session with the dog, her embrace of the stallion, and then that wild barn fuck with Brad!

Barbara closed her eyes, rubbing her fingertips against her burning forehead. And what was worse was that she wanted more. Yes, she was still unsatisfied. Sitting there, breaking the leaded tip of the pencil against the desktop, Barbara wanted more sex! Yes! She wanted to be fucked again. Just thinking about it sent shivers of unspeakable delight rushing up and down her thighs.

"More coffee here."

"Oh, thanks," Barbara said as Christina refilled her cup. She didn't need more caffeine, but how could she tell her cousin that?

"Now, I've got to adjust the May figures and I think I'll be through," Christina said, filling her own cup then shoving the tray to one side as she sat down beside Barbara.

"Oh, Christina. I'm a little tired. Do you mind if I take a walk outside for a bit?" Barbara said, rubbing her burning eyes.

"Oh, of course. I forgot. You're not really into this. I don't blame you. I've been tiring you with all these figures," Christina said apologetically, her face lit with a bright smile.

Barbara almost felt guilty for her sexual feelings. The woman had no idea what was going on behind her back!

"I… I'll be back in a while," Barbara said, not quite able to look her cousin in the eye.

She left the living room quickly, reaching the kitchen and finally the outdoor patio. The door closed quietly behind her. Shutting her eyes Barbara felt that burning, pulsing itch that had been driving her half-crazy all day. It was getting worse again. And there was no one around to take care of it!

"God!"

Barbara laughed ironically at her thoughts. To take care of her! How far she had come since she walked through that door a week ago! In the background she could hear the steady clicking of the adding machine. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen outdoors to her nose. It was all so normal, so predictable. But the feelings she had rushing through her cunt now were far from normal!

Again the woman shivered, crossing her arms over her tits and walking slowly through the small garden out back. It was growing cooler now, the stars overhead winking brilliantly at the moon-silvered earth below.

Hardly a breath of air stirred as Barbara picked her way carefully through the garden.

"How lovely it is," she whispered to herself, stopping near a pile of rocks and looking around.

There was an intense quiet, one she had rarely experienced before. It was as if everything in the earth had perished and only she had survived. It was at this point Barbara felt her peace shattered. There was a rustling sound in the near-by rose bushes to the right.

Turning, she felt a jolt of fear. Could it be a coyote? Christina had said something about the wild animals coming near the ranch at times. Backing away, she was about to call out for her cousin when Pardner nosed his way through the heavy underbrush.

"Oh, you silly dog! You frightened me," Barbara said uneasily.

The dog stood there, his tail high, wagging slightly from left to right while his nose sniffed at the air. Barbara stiffened, knowing he was smelling her. Yes, he was smelling her the way he had smelled her that fateful night when he attacked her.

"No you don't, Pardner. I'm not going to let this happen again."

Barbara backed away, her feet stumbling over the uneven flagstones of the back patio. She couldn't let the dog touch her, not like he had done several nights ago. How would she be able to face herself? All this time she had been telling herself that that session had been some sort of a quirk, an accident that would never, ever happen to her again. But here she was in nearly the same position, and with Christina only a few feet away!

"Your mistress…"

The word mistress sent chills up and down her spine. Was she the dog's mistress, he her lover? No, no, those kind of thoughts were sick, dangerous. Barbara put both hands to her ears as if they could keep out the rushing series of images tormenting her.

"No!"

But her desires were stronger than her pride. She still stood there in the garden, her body lightly swaying back and forth while her pussy continued to grow hot and tight. Pardner moved a little farther toward the confused blonde, sniffing the ground, then sitting down and scratching a spot between his ears, growling slightly. For a moment Barbara thought he might have forgotten her, his interest apparently diverted by an annoying flea. But he moved once more, on all fours this time, sniffing around her leg.

Barbara felt paralyzed, unsure of what to do. Of course she could have called out for her cousin. Christina would be out there in a flash and the incident would be over before anything further happened.

But instead Barbara simply stood there, her hands crossed over her tits, her eyes closed. And all the while she heard Pardner sniffing, sniffing up her legs, sniffing at her hot cunt. Her pussy needed some kind of satisfaction. Would it come from the dog?

"Oh Pardner… don't…"

He was licking her now. Yes, she could feel his tongue rubbing up and down over her ankles, that light, sexy rub sending shivers of delight up and down her spine. Barbara groaned, digging her fingernails into her upper arms while feeling her knees knock together. She wanted to run but felt herself riveted to the spot. The world and all the reality attached to it was melting from her mind. There was only her cunt, her pussy and that mad licking sensation drawing up her leg now, touching the soft areas behind her knees. It was happening all over again and there was nothing she could do to stop the hungry animal.

Barbara roused herself somewhat, moving away from the light of the kitchen window. She didn't want anyone to see her shame, to see what she was going to do with the growling animal.

"Here, Pardner…"

They moved together, woman and dog through the moonlight past the rose bushes he had crouched in earlier. Looking back over one shoulder to make sure no one was following them, Barbara led the animal to a small clearing some fifty yards from the house.

Something glinted in the light from the moon in front of her. Stopping and bending down, she peered closely at the object. It was a rock, just a rock. Pardner came padding behind her, breathing heavily. And then there was the sensation of a hot wash of his tongue between her asscheeks.

"Oooooooohhhhh!"

Barbara's eyes widened, her jaws parting and letting out a rush of air. It was a surprise, a delightful surprise! Having grown impatient with her, Pardner took matters in his own hands. He was butting his head against her now, trying to knock her over onto the grass.

Barbara put one hand to her throat, fighting for her breath while struggling to keep her balance. Why? Why was she trying to keep in an upright position when all the while she was thinking about letting the dog have his way with her? Was it some last bit of her shredded pride?

She toppled forward, her dress hiking up high over her hips, exposing her asscheeks.

This evening Barbara hadn't worn her panties and again there was that hot lick of his spitty tongue over her ass. Barbara moaned and trembled, pressing her knees into the soft grassy ground while wiggling her ass slowly from side to side. The dog was on her in an instant, his strong forelegs bumping the insides of her thighs.

"Oh God, ohhhhhh Pardner."

Stretching out one hand, Barbara pulled herself forward, clawing at the grass, pulling some out by the roots.

"I can't… can't…"

But Pardner had been aroused and there would be no pushing him away. He kept at her, his hot, sexy tongue wetting down the backs of her legs, his scratchy paws tickling her flesh so deliciously. Barbara let out a stifled groan, twisting her head around and biting down hard on her right upper arm. A dog. It was happening again with a damned dog!

"Uhhhhhh…"

Turning around Barbara crawfished backward slowly, one hand behind the other.

Pardner followed, his ears pinned back, his rubbery black lips pulled back. Even in the dark she could see his fangs, those white, pointed things that could tear apart most animals in a flash! Somehow that knowledge made her shiver with a strange mixture of fear and ecstasy.

Gasping from the friction as he moved his tongue in her swollen cuntal slit, Barbara crawled back a little further. A dog was eating her cunt. Yes, a dog was sticking his tongue down in there, touching her all over with his maw! The thought of having an animal seducing her both horrified and delighted Barbara.

"Pardner… ohhh, you beautiful, beautiful dog," she whispered, feeling the original fear melting away under his steady lapping.

That wonderful dog was increasing that beautiful sexy feeling she had had earlier that evening. Oh, it was almost as good as when Brad had raped her in the barn! Yes, she could feel those slivers of delight beginning to prick her clit. Letting her head fall back, moving her naked ass on the ground and feeling the grass prickle her sensitive flesh, Barbara felt that delight once more, this time with the dog.

"Ummmm…"

He was so hot, so silky smooth against her cuntlips. Turning on her side, she still tried crawling away, dragging her body along the grass. She felt so heavy! Pardner followed, growling all the way, pressing his maw against her pussy. Then she felt his paws brushing up against her, his forelegs trying to get a grip on her chest while his hind legs were prancing madly behind. What on earth was he doing? And then the woman felt something very hot and slick brushing up against her ass. Then she knew what he was trying to do, and the delight she had felt earlier turned quickly into horror.

"No, no!"

Licking was one thing, but actually letting a dog fuck her? A dog sticking his knobby cock in her cunt? No, that was out of the question!

"Stop it! No, you can't… you just can't do this to me!"

She was back on her feet, staggering forward through the garden, moving away from the house. Somewhere in the distance she could hear the coyotes yowling, howling at the moon. Or were they in heat? Another rush of chills swept over her flesh, making the woman groan.

Barbara was frantic, stumbling, regaining her balance, then stumbling over the uneven ground once more. The dog was trying to fuck her, actually fuck her. Oh, it was wrong to have thought she could have controlled this situation. He was in charge, playing her as if she were some horrible musical instrument. No, she wasn't going to let him touch her in that way.

"Get away…"

The dog swarmed excitedly between her running legs, tripping her with his body. Barbara saw a near-by trellis and rushed for it, holding onto it as the dog bumped up against her and growled.

"No!"

She tried kicking at him, missed, then found herself falling to the ground, taking the trellis with her.

"Ohnooooo!"

Barbara choked, trying to get the air back in her lungs. The dog was back on her, making funny grunting noises through his nostrils as he plowed her cuntlips open and slurped up the hot juices flowing from her cunt. It was so crazy, so damned good, having this happen to her! The woman lay flat on the ground for a while, not daring to make a move while Pardner licked her hot fuzzy pussy.

"God. It's so good, it's so good it's going to kill me!"

She was closing her thighs to him once more, rubbing the insides of her legs against the big dog and feeling his furry flesh tickling her skin. He tossed his head more wildly, plowing deeper, pressing his forepaws hard against her upper thighs while his bushy tail wagged from side to side. Barbara was getting dizzy. She was helpless, trapped under the dog, being forced to do what he wanted.

"No… ooohhhhhh!"

She felt her body moving along the grass, then realized she was wriggling under his oral ministrations. The grass tickled her ass while she felt his nose tickling her clit. Oh, oh, that sloppy rape of his tongue in her cunt, that touch of his tongue against her clit was almost too much for her to bear! She lay out, her arms stretched to either side of her body, her knees raised and nearly touching her tits as Barbara gave herself once more completely to the dog.