Cousin’s Farmyard Fun

CHAPTER EIGHT

"You… you what?"

Christina was standing in the living room, one hand to her stomach while the other was clasped over her mouth. There was a startled, almost horrified look on her face as she stared open-mouthed at her confessing cousin.

"I… I had to tell you, Christina. I just couldn't let this sort of thing go on without you knowing."

Barbara felt the blood rushing to her face as she sat there on the sofa, her fingers pulling at the loose-fitting coverlet material.

She had done it! She had actually done it! All during the day Barbara had thought about Brad, about what they had done, about the way she had felt. And then there was Pardner. All day long he had been nosing her legs, sniffing up her skirt, even pawing her right there in front of Christina in the kitchen. She had had to slap him hard on the snout, kicking him to get him away from her. No, there could be no other route. Christina had to know about her depravity. She couldn't hide it any more.

"But… but why?"

Barbara lowered her eyes for the moment, pulling at the sofa material, wondering why herself. She didn't know. Forces beyond her control seemed to have taken her over, making her do things she never would have thought of doing before. Maybe it was something to do with this ranch, something to do with all the animals here, with the freedom. Barbara didn't know. All she knew was that she had to leave, get away from this place or it would ruin her. But before she left she had to make a clean breast of everything.

"I don't know," she said dully, shaking her head from side to side. "It just sort of… happened."

There was a moment's pause.

"Then, you liked it. I mean," Christina said almost breathlessly, "Pardner didn't attack you… at least, not in the regular sense. You let things happen once they got started."

Barbara nodded her head up and down, feeling herself whirling around in a pool of shame and embarrassment. God, how she wished this interview were over!

"I couldn't help it, Christina. I just couldn't help it. Now all I want to do is go home and try to put my life back together," she said softly, tilting her head back and inhaling sharply. "It's funny. I came here to escape, and found more trouble. Life just doesn't work out the way you want it to sometimes."

"Barbara, you don't have to go," Christina said, her voice deepening a little.

Barbara noticed the change and flicked up her eyes, turning her head and staring at her cousin. There was a different look on her face. She had expected shouts, cries of anger, looks of horror. But instead she saw something, something she couldn't quite understand.

"What's wrong?"

"I said, you don't have to go."

"But I thought… once you heard about what's been happening around her, what I've been doing, you couldn't wait to throw me out."

Christina smiled, rubbing her fingertips over her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed while her breathing seemed irregular.

"I've… I've been wanting to do things like you… things you've done," Christina confessed, her lips curling into a weak smile.

"What?"

The confession was unexpected, nearly overwhelming. Barbara's eyes widened, one hand to her throat as she gaped at her cousin.

"I mean… not only with Brad, but with Pardner," Christina said haltingly, lowering her eyes only for the moment. She rubbed her damp palms on her red cotton dress, apparently searching for the right words. "It gets lonely out here. Maybe lots of women do it, I don't know. But Pardner's been sniffing up my leg a lot lately. And… well, there've been times when I thought I was going out of my mind when I thought about him and me and… well, going to bed. How was it?"

Again Barbara reddened, finding herself clawing at the armrest. "Christina, you don't know what you're saying," she whispered, standing up.

"Yes I do! Oh yes, I do! I've been tied down here buying horses, trying to manage the farm and the ranch and it's driving me crazy," the woman blurted out, shaking the long brown hair from her eyes. "I need something, something that'll make me feel better. Oh Barbara, you've found it – with the dog, with Brad."

"Then you're not… not ashamed of me?"

Christina shook her head back and forth quickly, swallowing hard.

"Maybe a few years ago you would have shocked me," she confessed, smiling more broadly. Christina walked up to her, laying one hand gently on her cousin's shoulder. "But now, I know what you were going through."

The two women stood there in the living room for a moment, staring at one another. Barbara felt her cousin's fingers working on her shoulder, felt the hand caressing her neck. Feelings, feelings she had never experienced before in her life were making themselves present now. She wrinkled up her forehead, looking curiously at Christina.

"Come on upstairs," the brunette whispered, her smile fading a little. There was a look of excitement, of expectancy in her face.

"Come upstairs. Maybe Pardner will follow. I have to have some relief, Barbara. I have to…"

Her voice, her command made the blonde tremble. Again those dark forces were at work, those forces making her nipples hard, making them rub teasingly, deliciously against the light cotton of her white clinging blouse. Every square inch of her body seemed alive with sensation all over again, itching and glowing while her cuntlips again swelled with blood. Now Christina? Was she capable of going to bed with her cousin? Was her life going mad? Was she going into some never-never land of sexuality?

"Please, come with me, Barbara. It's unfair if you don't," Christina said, giving her a rueful, pleading look.

It was impossible not to follow. Barbara moved as if in a dream, following her cousin up the creaking stairs, one hand trailing carelessly along the handrail. This was madness, sheer insanity! She had begun this conversation only to confess, not to explore yet another frontier of sexual perversion. And yet look how things were turning out!

Glancing back down over one shoulder, she saw Pardner standing at the foot of the stairs, his bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side while his head was cocked to one side. He looked at the ascending women curiously, wondering if he should follow. She was about to call out to him then checked herself. No, he would come up when he was ready. He would come up and then what would happen with two women and a dog? As she shuffled down the darkened hall toward Christina's room, Barbara wondered about that. And as she entered the large bedroom with yellow. Walls she found herself smiling at the possibilities.

"Should we close the door?" Christina wondered aloud, stopping by the bed and turning to her cousin.

"No," Barbara whispered softly, thinking once more about the German shepherd downstairs.

Barbara inhaled sharply, then began undressing. It seemed so weird, almost child-like to be taking off her clothes in front of her best friend and cousin. Time and time again they had done this before, dressing together in the same room, giggling while they talked about boys and all other things that made up a teenager's life. But never, never at that time had either woman thought about making sexual demands upon the other. Life had wrought curious changes in them both.

"This seems so… so awkward," Christina confessed, slipping off her skirt after having shrugged off her bra.

"I know. I don't know what to do," Barbara said, finding herself laughing nervously.

They stayed there for a moment. Then Barbara let out a hissing breath, hooking her fingers around the elastic waistband of her panties and pushing them down. Christina blushed, doing the same, raising one foot, then the other, stepping from her briefs.

"Come here, Barbara. Come here and touch me… touch me with your tongue," Christina said, backing down until she sat at the edge of the king-sized bed.

She was spreading her knees, leaning back a little with her hands behind her. It was so strange for Barbara, standing there in front of her cousin, looking at the dark patch of cunt-hairs appearing like a thicket of black metallic wires. Barbara stared at it, mesmerized by what was happening to them both.

"I… I…"

Something was moving her forward, something compelling her to slide one foot after the other on the wooden floor until she found herself kneeling in front of her cousin. Barbara felt a hand sliding around the back of her head, guiding her face forward and down.

"Ohhhhh Christina, I don't think I can do this. It's just not… not right!"

"Please, Barbara, please. You've had all the fun lately. Please, please, I don't think I can stand it without some kind of relief," Christina begged, tightening her grip on the back of her cousin's head.

Barbara sighed. She knew what her cousin was going through. Swallowing hard, wishing Pardner would get up here soon, she bent forward. The black-haired pussy glistened with excitement. Under the thick tangled growth of hair Barbara could see Christina's cuntlips. They were hot and swollen open.

"What's wrong?"

Barbara stopped, unable to go any further. She felt the fingers tightening once more around the back of her head, the hand pushing her forward. She froze, holding her breath, then letting herself be pushed forward. In a moment her face was fitted tightly between Christina's white, fleshy thighs. It was such a different experience, so different from having sex with a man. She inhaled sharply, smelling the potent aroma of Christina's aroused cunt. It triggered something in her, something that made her cuntal walls twitch and tighten.

"Ummmmm," Christina moaned.

Barbara flicked out her tongue tentatively, licking up and down the furry slit, feeling Christina moving back and forth in excitement. Yes, she was turning on her cousin, actually making the brunette growl and groan with arousal while her tongue fluttered up and down that gasping pussy.

"Ohhhhh… yes, Barbara… ohhhh yes, darling, touching me with that tongue's wonderful… ohhh God, it's so good!"

Barbara tasted the oil that bubbled out freely from between Christina's labes. Slowly she found herself sliding her hands around the woman's ass, holding her firmly while stretching her tongue out farther and scouring the insides of Christina's cunt. Now she knew what it was like to be on the giving end, to stick her tongue into a hot cunt. Pardner must have felt this way, must have felt this power, this overwhelming excitement as he licked the inside of her pussy.

"Oh yes, God yes… uhhhhh… it's so good, so good…"

They were on the bed now, both of them tumbling around the large square mattress. Barbara felt her cunt being massaged by careful fingers again. Looking up she realized they had somehow rolled into a sixty-nine position. She saw Barbara's black-haired pussy above her, her cousin's lithe, strong legs spread wide apart.

"Ohhhh, Christina."

She had never done this before, had never even thought of doing it. But then again Barbara hadn't thought about taking on a dog either. Peering up at the curly, wiry hairs, she saw the cunt coming down slowly, ever so slowly while the legs spread farther apart. She could feel Christina's body heat radiating against hers, feel the hot sexuality of her cousin.

Just at the time that red cunt above her spread apart for her to lick, Barbara felt a tongue licking her own cunt! Oh God, it was as if someone had touched her with an electric wire! She groaned, jerking her knees up, shifting her ass from left to right on the groaning mattress. And all the while she had her hands braced against Christina's sides, holding her level, holding her steady. She could still feel that tongue washing along her cunt slit, slipping up to her clit!

"Uhhhhh."

Barbara felt the cunt hairs brushing over her nose, over her cheeks. Opening her mouth, she stuck out her tongue once more, lightly trailing the tip along the rubbery, puffed edges of her fur-lined cuntlips. Immediately she felt Christina react, heard her cousin groan into her own trembling pussy.

"Do it! Oh do it!" she cried excitedly above her.

Barbara felt her friend's tongue stiffen, felt it slip deeper into her cunt. At the same time the brunette softly fitted her cunt onto Barbara's mouth, rubbing it back and forth, from nose to chin.

"Uhhh… ohhhh! It feels so sooooothing, so good," Christina cried.

Yes, it did. And Christina was learning her part fast, too. For someone who didn't know the score the brunette was moving along quickly. Barbara felt her cuntlips being pried apart gently. Inside that red, hot cunt Christina was running her tongue, flicking it quickly in and out as she teased the delicate, velvety flesh. At the same time she tongued Barbara's cunt, Christina was lowering her body again and again, making movements of fucking while leaving damp blotches of cuntjuice against the woman's cheeks.

Christina's tonguing was starting to work and Barbara felt her pussy heating up. She could feel the brunette panting into her cunt, fingering her pussylips. At that point her clit popped out throbbing and hard. She could feel the girl above her tonguing that throbbing little nub, sucking on it, driving her out of her mind!

It was amazing. Christina found herself with her hands wrapped around her cousin's plump ass, felt her fingers digging into the soft flesh much the same way Brad had touched her earlier. She was holding the girl firmly in place while sticking her tongue in and out, in and out of that pounding black-haired pussy.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

Her head arched up her tongue flicking out again and again as she slicked the pulsing slick membranes of Christina's delicate clit. The woman above her cried out again, her body trembling and shaking. Then in an instant that juicy cunt was pushed down, down until it was pressed hard against Barbara's sucking, licking mouth. The blonde stuck her tongue between those bloated labes as hard as she could. When she had it inside she started licking around and around, scouring those convulsing cuntal walls until Christina sounded as if she were coming apart.

"Ohhhhhh… oh God, lick me, yaggghhhh, oh God, Barbara. You… You… you're driving me crazy!"

Her wails sounded off the walls, echoing through the room while the bed creaked and groaned with her wild movements. The two women thrashed around, their bodies rolling around and around. At times Barbara found herself kicking at the headboard. At others she found herself dangerously close to the edge. She thought she would tumble off. Then there would be another move, another spasm and Barbara would find herself in the middle of the bed again, her cunt being licked and sucked deliciously by her cousin.

It was some time before she realized there was another person or thing in the room. Pushing her head back from Christina's fucking cunt, the woman turned around. Peering behind the brunette's left thigh Barbara saw Pardner, that wonderful, curious, sexy German shepherd standing there in the bedroom doorway with his tail held high and stiff. He was staring at the two women fucking one another with their tongues, his eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.

For a while Barbara said nothing, touching her cousin's cunt with her fingers, toying with that fleshy nerve-rich sex center with her hand. Then Christina noticed a change in the action and stopped.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a heavy, broken voice.

"The dog… the dog," was all Barbara could say.

"The dog," Christina repeated, stiffening.

"You wanted to find out about it… About Pardner. This is your chance," Barbara said, crawling out from under her cousin.

Pardner, seeing his chance, leaped onto the bed, his tail high and proud. This would be an experience, Barbara assured herself, that she would never forget.