Cousin’s Farmyard Fun

CHAPTER SIX

"Ohhh, lick me doggy. Oh yes, yes, lick my cunt."

It was incredible that she was crooning to the dog now. But Barbara didn't care. Her pride, her reputation were gone now. All that mattered was that lovely animal wedged tightly between her thighs, his tongue touching her clit again and again. Oh, how she thought she'd piss from excitement when he touched the rounded red little clit, pressing it down into the surrounding damp juice-puddled flesh.

"Mmmmmmmm…"

There could be nothing else like this! Barbara tossed her ass in the air like a crazy woman, her toes curling, digging into the damp grass while Pardner dragged his tongue up and down her cunt sloppily.

Bizarre images rushed through her mind, pictures of Brad fucking her, of Lightning standing there in the stall, his head twisted around, those brown eyes staring at her as she stroked his sides. And over it all, cutting through her thoughts, was the feel of that hungry animal between her spit-flecked thighs. She raised her knees a little more, feeling almost like a dog herself. She couldn't speak any more. Growling almost like Pardner, Barbara wriggled down toward the bushes, frantically caressing the big German shepherd with her thighs.

"Oh God, God, oh you're soooo good, Pardner, sooooo very, very good…"

The sounds of Pardner's mouth sucking on her steamy cunt were too much. She was clenching the grass, pulling it out of the lawn.

The dog was growling, growing wilder with each passing second. Then, without any warning, he started licking her belly as well, moving up to her tits and armpits. What made her stay on her back and let him? Yes, it was her own sexuality, her own perversion, her need for this dog.

"Fuck… oh God, fuck…"

She was holding onto the animal harder now, her hands braced around his thick neck, her thighs rubbing up against his sides. Raising her eyes, she found herself staring at the large German shepherd. How beautiful he looked! Beautiful and powerful, powerful enough to tear her to pieces. But instead he was licking her to death, licking that wonderful tongue all over her body, concentrating on her pussy.

Her hips were moving crazily down, up and down in a fucking motion. She felt the grass tickling the sweaty hot crack between her asscheeks, touching her asshole. The dog was down at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It had to be that musky aroma of her pussy turning him on. Raising one leg higher than the other, Barbara bent it at the knee and began petting his strong back with the bare soles of her foot. That touch, that wonderful touch of his hot fur against the sensitive spots between her toes drove her wild. Pounding her fists against the ground, Barbara growled, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the grass.

"Nuhhhhhhrrrrr! Huhhhhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!"

Barbara had surrendered completely, giving him her cunt, every hidden fold and hollow. There was nothing to be held back from him.

"Cummmmm! Oh God, I'm… uhhh. I'm gonna cummmmmm!"

It was like a rusty blade severing all her nerve-endings at once. Barbara whipped her thighs up and down so fast she thought she could hear them humming in the wind! A loud clash of thunder exploded in her ears while brilliant lights popped before her eyes.

Pardner's licking was too rough, too concentrated for her to climax. The sharp edge of that joy cut through her again and again. Barbara cried out, spasmed, then convulsed inward around her licked cunt. Rolling around on the ground as if she were possessed, the woman kept jerking and spasming, at times kicking the dog hard in the muzzle.

But Pardner wouldn't be shoved away from her pussy. Keeping close to her, he stretched out his tongue and kept licking at the wet, red-hot flesh. He gouged and lapped until she finally lay more quietly on her back, letting him drive his hot snout into her cuntal mouth. Barbara jerked into the fetal position, the big German shepherd wedging strongly between her thighs. Barbara cried out again, jerking her head back while clawing at the dog's furry sides. Oh God, God, she could both feel and hear him growling in her cunt, scratching her sensitive flesh, burrowing his nose in there as if there was something more to find.

"Noooo!"

Her climax seemed to go on and on forever! Pardner wriggled his narrow ass, his forepaws wide set on the lawn as he kept trying to keep her cuntlips open to him.

Barbara bucked backward, away from the animal, squirming on the grass. She was being tortured with spasms too intense to stand. This was worse, far more powerful than the climax she had had with Pardner the first time. It had reached the intensity of her orgasm with Brad. But there the big stud had been around to hold her down, pin her to the straw with his hard, muscled body. Now there was nothing to hold her back, nothing but the whimpering dog still trying to get into her pussy.

"Pardner… uhhhhh…"

There were hot flecks striking her thighs, making stringy lines up and down one side of her body. It was then that Barbara realized that Pardner was rubbing his furry cock against her calf and knee. He was humping forward with wild movements and each time he did the red cock spear sprayed doggie jizz all over her!

"God!"

She felt sick. Babbling, staggering to her feet, the confused blonde stumbled through the rear garden toward the house. No, Christina couldn't see her like this! This was another thing she would have to hide from her cousin. Feeling her dress clinging to the wet doggie cum oozing down her legs Barbara clapped one hand over her opened mouth, gagging with horror and revulsion at herself. What had she done? Dear God in heaven, was there no limit to her depravity?

Reaching the back door, the young woman quietly opened it, stepping into the darkened kitchen while holding her breath. No, she couldn't confront her cousin now. Barbara knew she would be sobbing out the truth, crying and choking while Christina stood there wide-eyed and horrified. She couldn't take that. Not now, not while her mind was whirling around so crazily. She had to think, had to have time to sort things out.

Thank God Christina was still working at her desk, involved in all those figures. Barbara locked the back door, then quietly moved through the living room to the stairs. She felt a wave of incredible weariness sweep over her as she rushed up to the second floor.

"Oh, thank God!" she whispered, reaching her room and closing the door behind her.

For several moments Barbara stood there, head in her hands, breathing heavily while pressing her fingertips to her forehead. If Christina ever found out, if anyone ever found out the depths of her degradation, she would simply die! No one could ever know. Not even Christina, her cousin and closest, dearest friend.

Christina would be looking for her soon. Barbara knew she would have to pull herself together, to forget about that dog and what he'd done to her. Barbara tried to smile, tried to see something in what had happened besides the terrible guilty gloom threatening to sweep over her. He was just a horny dog. And she had been horny too. Things just… happened. That was all. There was nothing to be dramatic about. It had just happened.

But did this happen to every woman? Wasn't she the abnormal one? Wasn't she unusual going out and actually looking for things like this?

She might be able to excuse Pardner's attack. But it was harder to excuse herself. Oh God, she was so tired. Barbara felt as if she had to sleep, to rest. In the morning things would be different.

"Barbara?"

Christina was calling her from downstairs! Straightening up and squaring her shoulders, Barbara brushed back her long blonde hair, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her mouth still had a swollen, slightly depraved look to it while her cheeks were flushed. Would Christina notice? Would she be too involved in all her figures to see that her cousin was still panting, panting like an animal, like a dog, like the bitch she was?

Barbara shivered, still feeling Pardner's hot, sexy tongue slipping up and down her inner thighs. How she had thrashed under his light touch, pranced her ass high in the air while his furry muzzle tunneled into her convulsing pussy! Oh, would she do it again? Would she let the animal touch her cunt with his tongue – perhaps do something even more?

"Oh no, no, no!"

"Barbara?"

"I'm up here," she said in as steady a voice as possible. "I'll be right down."

She would have to go home soon. There were far too many temptations around here. Shaking several loose strands of hair from her face, Barbara opened the door and stepped into the hall. It would be difficult, but she would have to pretend as if nothing had happened. Dear God, when would this dark, sexual force guiding her life finally ebb and leave her alone?

The next day was one Barbara would never forget no matter how hard she tried. It began uneventfully enough. Blinking her eyes open, the young woman found herself staring out the small window. Christina had nearly talked her ears off the previous evening, speaking about the various problems she was encountering in running the ranch. Barbara tried desperately to keep her mind on the subject, sipping the coffee and nodding in agreement every now and then as Christina droned on. But all along she was thinking about what she had done.

Looking at her very serious cousin, Barbara wondered just what she would say if suddenly she were to interrupt: "Oh, Christina, sorry to tell you this, but I've been letting your dog Pardner lick my cunt. I hope you don't mind. Now, what were you saying about the rising price of oats?"

Barbara smiled, pulling the covers up to her chin and barely suppressing a giggle. In spite of the feelings she had about the animal and what she'd done, something devilish in her, something evil, was making her feel innocent, even light-hearted about taking the dog to bed with her.

Stretching her arms over her head, the attractive young woman slipped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. She glanced at her small white alarm clock and noticed it was nearly nine. She had overslept! Well, it was no surprise, considering the workout Pardner had given her the night before!

Downstairs she found Christina speaking with Brad. The two of them appeared deep in conversation and didn't notice her at first.

Hesitating, thinking of retreating up the stairs, Barbara felt her cheeks flushing when both turned around and smiled up at her.

"I… I don't want to interrupt," she said haltingly.

Brad was staring at her with those mocking eyes, smiling that ironic smile of his while rubbing his hands along the fronts of his thighs. Christina didn't notice. Christina didn't notice anything, it seemed. But Barbara realized what he was doing, knew what he was thinking. She had been avoiding him all this time. And now he had come here, had hunted her down to – to fuck her again!

Just the thought of having him squirming on top of her, drilling his cock into her cunt sent shivers up and down her flesh. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the handrail, steadying herself as Brad continued to smile up at her.

Why did he have to come now? Why now, of all times? Now when she was at her weakest, when she was about to make up her mind to leave this awful place and go home?

"Don't be silly," Christina said airily, waving one hand down in front of her. "I've got several things to take care of in town." She sighed, shaking her head from side to side.

"Banks, damn them! They're supposed to be competent, but then they make the worst mistakes. A three-year-old could have figured this one out." Christina waved one paper in front of her.

"I'll go with you," Barbara said hurriedly, moving down the steps.

"Don't be silly. This is your vacation and I'm afraid I haven't given you much of one. Don't worry, though. Once this is taken care of you won't have to be on your own so much. Brad here's going to be doing some chores around the yard so he'll keep you company, I'm sure," Christina said innocently, gathering up the papers in her brown leather portfolio and zipping it shut.

Barbara wanted to call out, to tell her cousin not to go. But something kept her quiet.

Instead she stood there at the foot of the stairs while Brad and Christina walked slowly out the back. There was the slam of the back door, then the sound of the pickup starting, trundling over the graveled courtyard to the winding road leading to the highway.

Then there was nothing but silence. For several moments Barbara stood there, riveted to the spot, waiting for Brad to come in. After several moments passed she guessed he was going to do his work – first. First? Was something going to happen between them today?

Wasn't she counting on something that might never happen?

"I'm a whore, a whore," she moaned, stumbling into the kitchen.

Barbara made herself a small breakfast, cleaning the dishes, peering out the small kitchen window, wondering if and when Brad would come after her. She was growing more and more nervous now, her fingers becoming icy, her hands trembling while that terrible hot itchy ache was throbbing madly between her legs. Yes, nothing could stop it now! It was as if she had some kind of sickness, an incurable lust for sexual gratification at any cost, at any price! She would take on the dog if she had to today to end that pulsing ache between her legs!

She clenched the cool porcelain edge of the sink, dropping her head while pressing her knees against the lower oak cabinets. Another spasm, then another, and a third, more powerful than the first two put together! She shook her head, her shoulders shivering while her head spun around. Was this the result of having suppressed her sexual drive for so long?

Had it finally come bursting over the top, knocking away any sexual boundaries and making her susceptible to any kind of depravity?

Footsteps! The realization that someone was coming drove these thoughts from her mind. She knew it was Brad. She could tell from the sure, heavy tread. Shaking as if she were having a fit, Barbara reached for a glass and poured more juice into it, putting it to her lips.

She had to appear nonchalant, as if she didn't care that he was around. It was the least she could do to save what little was left of her pride.

"Whew! Hot day out there," Brad said, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.

Large, dark oval stains showed on his shirt under his arms.

"Is it?" she said coolly, arching her eyebrows while finishing her drink.

"Could be hotter."

Barbara felt an electric spark pop at the head of her half-erect clit. She put the glass down and turned away from him, feeling his eyes on her. He was going to make his pass. He was going to fuck her! She knew it, he was going to fuck her and there was nothing she was going to do about it. She needed it! Oh God, she needed his cock, his ramming prick to drive out all those terrible images of the dog and horse!

"I wasn't thinking so much about the heat outside," Barbara said, her cool shattering under his steady, level gaze.

"Neither was I, baby."

That growl! That low, animal growl sent shivers racing through her body. She knew what he was after. He was going to fuck her now. Oh yes, yes, God in heaven yes!

"Christina…"

"She won't be back for a long time. Come on, let's go and have us some fun. You sure liked it the last time."

Barbara felt dirty, cheap, wanted. Brad was smiling. It was more than just a smile. It was the quirk at the corners of his mouth. The sensation of watching him was pleasant, so wildly pleasant! Barbara moved back, pressing her taut ass against the sink counter. Her heart was pounding hard again. It would be the third time in her life a man had touched her. How she wanted, needed that touch. All the fine resolves of her leaving the ranch fled from her mind as Brad began coming toward her.

"Oh please… I don't know if I should," she panted.

Brad was touching her hair, slipping one hand around her shoulders. And then he was kissing her neck. His lips were hot and wet as they trailed down the side of her neck, over to her lips, pressing down.

Barbara almost giggled right there. She knew she was crazy – that or a nymphomaniac.

"Come on. Let's see if you've learned anything since the last time."

"Brad, I…"

But she couldn't finish. He glued his lips to hers and wriggled his tongue against her tongue. Oh God, it was starting all over again!