Cousin’s Farmyard Fun

CHAPTER TEN

"Now, what is this?"

Brad stood in the barn, hands on his hips. It had been Christina who had gone to the bunkhouse and roused the big hand from his sleep.

Barbara was standing there just inside the front doorway, trembling with excitement, disbelief, lust. She still couldn't imagine this was happening. In her most wild dreams she had never thought she would be in this position.

"Brad, I know all about you and Barbara," Christina said evenly, a tremor of excitement noticeable in her voice. The big stud had picked it up and looked curiously at her.

"So? What are you gonna do, fire me?" he said defiantly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"No," Christina said, her eyes narrowing.

"There's something you should know about… about us." The brunette looked first at Barbara, then shifted her eyes back to Brad. At that point she went on quietly about what had happened between her and her cousin, ending with a sketchy description of the part Pardner played in the sex scene.

"Whew!" Brad wiped his forehead with the back of one hand, grinning at the women.

"And I thought you was the prim and proper one – always with your head in the books." He laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more," Christina said, her smile fading somewhat. "We want you… you and your help."

Brad grinned even more broadly, reaching back and pushing the barn door shut. In the background he heard the horse whinnying and nodded his head up and down.

"This is gonna be real nice. Real good, but first let's get warmed up, eh?"

It was a dream. It was a horrible, wonderful dream, it just had to be. People just didn't do this kind of thing, disappear into a barn and – and act out their fantasies no matter how warped they were. Barbara moved behind her cousin, still somewhat in a fog. Behind her was Brad, his heavy footsteps sending shivers up and down her spine. She remembered his touch, the brutal, overwhelmingly exciting touch of his fingers as he fucked his cock in and out of her sucking cunthole. It was going to happen again!

They were near Lightning's stall. Then Barbara remembered what they had decided.

The horse! Dogs weren't enough for them any more. They had to have the stallion, had at least to try it with him. But they needed someone like Brad, someone strong who wouldn't be repulsed by the idea of a woman and a… a horse doing something other than riding.

"Well, let's get goin'," he said, sliding his fingers down his pants.

Barbara and Christina had dressed carelessly after their fucking scene in the house, guessing correctly that Brad would be more than happy to help with their request for aid. As Barbara let the gown slip from her shoulders she turned and saw Lightning staring wide-eyed at her. She felt that same rush of feelings that had been so unnerving the last time take her over again. Other people would say it was wrong, but she knew better. She knew they were blind to the facts, blind to the facts of her own needs, of Christina's needs.

"Gotta loosen up that cunt a little," Brad said, moving up to Barbara while Christina was still slipping out of her clothes. "Come on, lay down, lay down so I can make it easy for you."

In a moment they were back on the hay, the sharp stubble scratching her flesh while her legs kicked and flailed against the wooden stall. Behind her Lightning was whinnying, stomping around nervously as Barbara wailed under Brad's touch.

"Easy, boy, easy, we'll be with you in a while," Christina soothed, reaching up and stroking the nervous stallion's head.

Tonguing, oh, why did it feel so good to her, almost better than a cock? Brad was between her thighs now, his fingers pressing back the muscles and tendons in her legs while he panted. She had showered before, washing off the spit from her pussy. And now there was more – human spit – Brad's spit oozing into her crack.

How she loved the smooth, silky rub of a tongue, of a set of lips like Brad's as they forced her cuntlips apart. Oh, it was wild, absolutely wild. Brad's tongue, Christina's tongue, the dog's tongue, all of them toying with her pussy, teasing her, driving her up the wall. She wallowed her shoulders and back against the straw, not caring where she was, what was going to happen to her. All she knew, all she wanted, was this tongue, this wonderful tongue doing all those wild things to her.

"Good Lightning, good boy," Christina crooned, hugging the horse's head to her naked body.

Barbara opened her eyes. Her cousin was standing there holding the stallion's head, letting him lick her throat while her cunt burned. Oh yes, she could see the juices starting to gather around her cousin's dark-brown cunt hairs, trickling down her thighs. God, it was unreal, a dream!

"Uhhhhhhh…"

Then the touch of Brad's tongue told her no, it was all too real. Her chest heaved and tightened as he moved his mouth from side to side. He was burrowing deeper, digging harder just as Pardner had done earlier. Both seemed to be looking for something with their mouths.

"God!"

Barbara felt her body burning, felt the flooding juices of her cunt seeping out. The tickling of his licking was so crazy, so wild, and so hurried. Oh, how he licked deep into her fuzzy pussy, searching for hotter and hotter places. And then she felt him draw back, rimming the rubbery lips of her pussy. Barbara stiffened, feeling a rush of sexual, electric feeling hit her cunt.

"Ohhhhh God, what… what are you doing to me?" she cried.

His fingers tightened against her thighs in answer. "You're hot, baby, and you're gonna take on a horse, huh? Well, you're gonna have to be nice and loose for that one. And you're tight, tight as a fuckin' drum," Brad said, smoothing his fingers up and down her spit-slicked thighs. "Ol' Brad's gonna loosen you up with his mouth, maybe with his cock. Then takin' on old Lightning's gonna be nice and easy."

The horse. Yes, that's right. She and Christina had discussed that, had discussed their feelings about Lightning and confessed them to Brad. He would go along with them, of course he would.

Barbara began moving her hips as she had done earlier for Pardner. She tightened her ass and thigh muscles, slowly moving up and down, up and down in a fucking motion. Yes, she was fucking her cunt against Brad's mouth, letting him drive his tongue in as she jerked her thighs up and down.

Barbara felt her hairs tangling around her neck and ears. Floods of her juice ran out, wetting down her pussy as Brad ran his fingers gingerly along her cunt. She closed her legs – or tried to – but Brad was keeping her wide open, licking her faster, harder, growling almost like a wild dog as he tongued her.

"Uhhhhhh!"

He touched her clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling the little nub until he had the girl whimpering and begging him to stop.

And then he was back on her with his mouth. His teeth pressed along the edges of her sensitive inner cuntlips. She threw back her head and groaned, wallowing in the dirt and hay. His tongue was searching back, back along the seepy, velvety lining of her pussy. Barbara felt it spearing again and again into her cunt. Oh, she was being raped by a tongue, stabbed by it! Then he pulled back, curling and licking her pussy lining. He was tasting her, tasting her as Pardner had.

Hot and slick, that was the good part of it. Hot and slick against the swampy mess of her cunt. Then Brad pulled away, kissing her belly, her thighs, her knees.

"Ohhhh, please, fuck me… oh God, I need something, something."

Brad grunted, throwing himself on top of her and pinning her to the floor of the barn. Again she beard the horse whinny, heard Christina calm him down. In a moment she felt the wide, flaring head of his cock pressing up against her pussylips. Barbara moved her hips from side to side, feeling the itchy stubble working between her asscheeks and pricking her asshole.

"Yeah."

With that exclamation Brad shoved forward and up, pressing his knees against her ass-cheeks. Barbara felt a greasy sliding sensation, felt his prickhead pop past the tense muscles of her pussy.

"God!"

Brilliant lights exploded in her head – yes, she was melting, blowing to pieces under his prick! Curling into a ball, holding tightly onto Brad, she babbled and yelped, feeling his cock knob slide past the most sensitive part of her cunt.

"Ohhhh yeahhh, yeahhhh, you're loosenin' up. That's the way, baby, loosen up under my cock," Brad gasped.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The heat in her pussy was becoming worse and worse. She gasped, clawing her fingernails against Brad's back while he kept pile-driving his prick into her. For a moment Barbara forgot about the horse, about her pact with Christina. She was dissolving under the steady, mind-blowing pressure of Brad's prick.

"Ummmmmm."

"Can't make you cum, baby, not now. We got better plans for you," he whispered, flicking his tongue in one of her ears.

What was he talking about? Oh yes, the horse, the stallion next to her. But she was getting fucked by a stallion. One hard charger! And then… and then she felt his prick sliding out, felt the juices gurgling out from her stretched, overheated cunt and wetting down her asscheeks, felt her itchy cuntal walls coming back together behind the retreating prickhead.

"This is gonna be great! Only saw this a couple of times down in Tijuana. First time I'm gettin' to be a part of it," Brad muttered, pulling his prick completely from Barbara's cunthole, wiping the tip against her ass, then drawing back.

Barbara raised her head and looked at his jerking cunt-splitter. How she wanted it back inside her body! But there was something else to be done, something that she had secretly wanted for so long. And nothing, nothing could turn her back from it now. She would fuck Lightning!