Cousin’s Farmyard Fun

CHAPTER THREE

"You certainly seem quiet today," Christina observed, closing the ledger book and turning around.

Barbara was sitting in the same sofa Pardner had "attacked" her in. Leafing through a magazine, she felt her mind wandering, wandering back to the day two days ago when the animal had jumped on her and brushed her cunt with his tongue.

"Hm? Oh, just thinking about how relaxing it's been since I've come here," Barbara mused out loud, feeling a little ill at ease under her cousin's questioning.

She was really thinking about the dog, about how good his body had felt against hers, about how that tongue had touched her clit, her pussylips. How she would have loved to have had that feeling now! Her fingers trembled, the magazine shaking in her hand. Barbara put the paper down and turned back toward Christina.

"It's been wonderful getting away from the city and visiting you."

"Oh, that's nothing. Glad to do it. Say, you might enjoy going out to the barn and taking another look at that new horse I bought," Christina said, smiling openly at her cousin.

"Oh?"

"Finally finished the purchase," Christina sighed, giving her a pleased look. "I've even had some offers already about studding."

Barbara felt a shiver race up and down her spine while a strange kind of heat began to radiate through her pussy. She frowned at her reaction to this simple news, wondering what on earth could be going through her mind.

"I've named him Lightning," Christina announced, obviously pleased with herself. "What do you think?"

"Sounds good," Barbara muttered, rubbing her fingertips along her upper arms. "I think I will take a stroll into the barn. That would be good." She put the magazine to one side.

"See you in a bit."

Christina went back to her bookkeeping while Barbara walked through the kitchen and out the back door. It was nearly four in the afternoon. The heat of the day was at its peak, seeming to paralyze everything in the area. A few of the hands were walking lazily down the slope to the east toward their quarters. In the distance she could hear some larks calling to one another. Wiping her damp palms on her Levi's, Barbara strolled easily toward the barn. Lightning. That was a good name, a powerful name, and an appropriate name for such a powerful white stallion.

Stopping at the half-opened barn door Barbara examined herself for a moment. What was she feeling? Her heart was beating. She was sweating, the perspiration soaking her light-pink cotton shirt. The blonde shook her head, confused at her reaction. She was only going to see a horse, not her… lover.

Feeling a little silly Barbara stepped into the large warm building. Earlier that day Lightning had been out in the fields exercising. Now he was eating. In the dark distance she could hear him munching his oats. Again the woman stopped, putting one hand to her throat and breathing in with difficulty. Her flesh was tingly, crawling with… with excitement.

Yes, that's what it was. She couldn't deny it. Excitement! But why? Why was she feeling this way about him? Out of her mind. She had to be out of her mind to have this kind of sensation racing through her brain and body.

Barbara knew she should have raced from the barn, run out the door and never returned. But something drew her on, pushed her through the thick darkness toward the big animal.

She walked as if possessed, her feet shuffling through the hay stubble on the floor. Stall after stall slowly went by. And then Barbara reached it, reached Lightning's stall. What a beautiful animal! Stopping there in front of him, pressing her palms against her thighs, she stood in awe of the stallion.

"Lightning…"

She whispered his name, felt her heart contract when he raised his head from the feedbag and looked at her. A shock of white hair hung over his forehead while his big brown eyes rolled up and stared at her. He snorted, his nostrils quivering, his hind legs stomping nervously on the ground.

"Don't worry, boy. I'm not going to hurt you," she said in a reassuring voice.

What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling so aroused from being so close to this beast? Raising one hand, Barbara put her fingers to her cheeks. She was burning up! Dear God, she was on fire!

"Easy, Lightning, easy…"

Barbara walked up to the stall, one hand stretched in front of her. She crooned to the big horse, her body trembling with an excitement foreign to her up to this moment. He was snorting again, shaking his head, his long, beautiful mane fluttering over his neck. Again he pawed the ground nervously. Barbara drew her hand back a second, then stretched it forward tentatively. In a moment she found herself petting the beast, feeling his warm body against her hand.

She had to have more, had to feel more!

Trembling, Barbara reached down and opened the stall. Lightning paused, his big eyes rolling toward her as she stepped in, one hand constantly on his body. She felt her flesh crawling with a new kind of electricity! She was breathing hard now, breathing as hard as she had when Pardner had jumped her and licked her pussy into climax.

"Easy, Lightning, it's all right," she whispered.

Barbara stood along the stallion's side now, pressing her body against his. He whinnied, twisting his head around and staring at the trembling young woman. Why was that awful tingle in her cunt getting worse? What kind of person was she turning into?

"God… oh my God, what's… What's happening to me?" she whispered to herself.

Feeling her strength draining from her, Barbara leaned heavily against the big animal. Lightning whinnied and snorted again, swishing his full tail up against her. Closing her eyes the woman concentrated, trying to push away that burning, throbbing itch. How wet her pussy felt! When she moved her hips slightly, rubbing her thighs against Lightning's muscled sides she felt more hot juice seep out.

It was bad, really bad! Christina was there inside the house, thinking her cousin was just having an innocent visit with the big beast. And there she was, nearly embracing him! With another shuddering sigh Barbara stretched out one hand, rubbing her fingers along Lightning's flesh. What a strong, handsome, powerful animal he was! She could feel his muscles rippling under her light touch, heard the animal's breathing become strong, even labored.

Turning her head, Barbara rested one cheek against the stallion's side, closing her eyes and feeling his head radiate against her flesh. Her hand was stretching back, back to the rounded curves of his rump. Again Barbara moved her hips, feeling the subtle rub of her cuntlips as they slipped across her clit. She paused for a moment, feeling the excruciating tickle get worse.

A horse! She was having these feelings with a horse! Biting down on her lip, the woman stretched her hand out a little further, a little more until she was touching his balls. Lightning whinnied loudly, turning around, bumping his body against the rear of the wooden stall.

"Oh God!"

Barbara drew back, both hands pressed to her lips as she gazed at the animal in horror.

What had she nearly done? What was becoming of her? Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she rushed from the stall, suddenly finding herself crashing into Brad Edmunds.

"It's not right leaving the stall open," he said dryly, catching her in both hands and holding her by the shoulders.

"Oh! You… you startled me," Barbara said in confusion.

Had he seen her? Had he been watching her with Lightning, seen her caress, guessed what had been going through her mind? Jolts of embarrassed shame rushed through her mind as Brad reached around and shut the stall gate. Lightning whinnied once more, then draped his head over the front of his box and began munching on his oats again.

"You shouldn't be in here alone," Brad said, grabbing hold of her once more.

"I… I just came in to see Lightning. Christina told me about finally buying him and…"

"Fine horse," Brad commented, looking over her shoulder for a moment at the eating stallion. "Little skittish, though. You could've been hurt real bad if he got wild."

"I… I think I'd better go now," she stammered, trying to shake free.

"I don't think so."

"What?"

Brad was smiling, that same sexy, knowing smile he had flashed her earlier on the porch.

"What was goin' on between you and that fuckin' horse in there?"

Barbara felt her cheeks redden. If she could have she would have died on the spot. He knew! Dear God in heaven, he knew!

"Nothing. I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped with as much confidence as she could muster.

"Sure. What you were doin' in there just wasn't really… normal, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, you… you can't say something like that to me! You don't know what you're talking about," Barbara blurted, shaking her shoulders, trying to push away from the big ranch hand.

"A normal woman don't hang onto a horse like that. She don't reach out for his balls," he continued, his voice even, level even though his black eyes sparkled with excitement.

"You can't prove a thing!" she whispered hoarsely, wondering how she could face Christina if the word got out.

"Don't want to," Brad said, his eyes slitting.

God in heaven, when he looked at her like that he reminded her of Pardner as the animal lapped her cunt up to climax. Brad was an animal, the kind of animal that took what it wanted, no matter what the consequences. Barbara twisted in his grip, feeling his fingers bruising her flesh. The rush of excitement she had felt with Lightning was still there, still making her heart pound.

"What?"

"I don't like my women normal. Too fuckin' boring. I like somebody like you, somebody with some kinks to 'em," Brad said, snorting out a laugh.

"I don't know what you mean," Barbara said breathlessly.

She had her fingers pressed up against his chest, pushing him away. He was crazy, insane to think she was going to do anything with him.

"Sure you do. Man, you're hot, you know that?" he whispered, bending down toward her.

Barbara squealed, jumping back, twisting her face from his.

"Don't play hard to get with me, baby," he said gruffly. "I don't know exactly what you were plannin' to get away with in there with Lightning, but I sure as hell know it wasn't normal. Now, you don't cooperate with me and I'm gonna set this whole country buzzin' with stories about you."

"They'll never believe you," she gasped, stopping in her struggle.

"I'll take the chance," Brad said, his grin coming back.

"Horrible! Horrible!"

Again Barbara tried twisting away. This time Brad meant business, shaking her by the shoulders so hard she thought her head would snap off.

"Help! Help me, somebody, help me… uhhhhghhhhhhh!"

A sharp, backhanded blow turned her cry into a smothered moan. Barbara staggered back, the stinging pain from his slap bringing hot tears to her eyes.

"Oh, you… I could tell Christina and you'd be out of a job," she threatened, regretting the words the moment she saw his face darkening.

"You try somethin' like that and you're gonna be the sorriest woman in the valley!" he said, staring at her menacingly.

"I'm… sorry. Just lemme go and I promise I won't say a thing," Barbara said, immediately quieter after her mistake.

"You'll go, alright. But not till I've finished fuckin' you."

"No!"

Her back was pressed against the wall, her head still spinning and buzzing from the blow. She looked at him, watching his forehead wrinkle and the skin around his dark eyes tightening. Two tiny fires flared at the center of his irises. He hadn't shaved for a day or so, the sweat making the stubble stand out.

"You ain't got no choice. You relax and it's gonna be good for you," Brad said, unbuckling his belt.

"No!"

Barbara screamed again, her eyes darting toward the door. He had closed it. But she was certain it wasn't locked. Rushing from the wall, she sidestepped Brad for the moment, stumbling over the slick stubble, hearing Lightning snorting and whinnying in his stall.

"Stupid bitch!"

Brad was on her in a second, his strong hands gripping her by the wrists and spinning her around.

"You ain't gonna be runnin' out, 'specially before I've fucked you, baby."

"Stop it!" she cried, her eyes rounding while her heart contracted once more.

"Too late."

He held her by the shoulders once more, then shoved her back with such force her head struck the floor. Light slivers sparkled in front of her eyes as she sucked in a deep breath, afraid of the man towering over her. No, she wasn't going to shout for help again. He'd just step on her, kick her to death with those heavy black boots of his.

"You shut up and I ain't gonna hurt you – much." Brad unbuckled his belt fully, opening the top snap of his Levi's. "Sit up!"

Barbara hesitated, not knowing that with Brad that was the worst thing she could have done. Growling, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, jerking her head hard against his legs. She tasted his dirty Levi's, her lips pressing against the material. He was saying something to her, calling her some kind of slut and whore. Words didn't mean that much to her now. Sheer terror was knifing through her, making her gasp.

"We're gonna have us a good time here. Ain't my idea of the best place. But you're kinda partial to barns, ain'tcha?" he sneered.

"You…"

Barbara was about to defend herself when she saw him raise one hand over his head, pause, and then bring it down in a broad arc. As she trembled, he smiled. Once again that hand slapped her, knocking the wind from her as her body rolled over to one side. The sound of the slap and her quivering scream were muffled by the close-set thickness of the barn around them. Again Lightning whinnied in his stall, moving around frantically, his body bumping against the rotting wood.

"Now we start, baby."

He dragged her away from the door, away from Lightning to another stall. He was going to fuck her there, take her like some animal. Well, that's what she was, a rutting, bitching animal. She had let a dog lick her off, and God only knows what she was planning to do in there with the stallion. She had moved her hands down to his balls, had actually touched those leathery sacks, gathered them up in her fingers and moved them around and around. And now this man who had watched her was going to rape her right here in the barn!

"No, don't…"

He stood above her, unzipping his fly. Pulling the sweaty, dirty red flannel shirt from his trousers, Brad shrugged it off his shoulders. She stared at the rounded, developed pecs, the aroused nipples, the muscled, washboard stomach covered with a thick coat of body fur. Then his dirty faded Levi's halved completely, his cock springing out.

"Oh!"

Big, fat, long! It was what she had been thinking about, almost dreaming about. Something to take care of that horrible hot itch between her legs!

"Like it, huh? Almost as big as that fuckin' stallion's," Brad said, jerking his head in the direction of Lightning. "You want a horse cock? Baby, you're gonna get one shoved up your cunt – and this one belongs to Brad Edmunds!"