Paul Gable
Cousin_s farmyard fun
CHAPTER ONE
Barbara's cunt tightened, that delicious hot, itchy feeling making her clit tingle and stiffen while juice began to ooze from the seepy lining. It was awful! The attractive twenty-four-year-old blonde pressed her fingertips to her lips and closed her eyes, inhaling a shuddering breath and trying to bring her mind and body under control. How her nipples itched as well, rubbing deliciously against the stiff material of her bra! Her tits seemed to be swelling in her halter while her flesh crawled with sexual excitement!
How many times had she told herself this feeling was wrong? She had slipped only once in her life, vowing never again to let a man touch her until she married him. But a rising tide of sensuality was shattering her mind as she leaned against the tall porch pillar of her cousin's ranch home just east of San Bernardino.
There were all those men – ranch hands sauntering around the barn, smoking their cigarettes and stealing glances at her as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Oh, if they only knew just how much heat was concentrated in that furry bundle between her legs! They'd probably be out to mount her, to fuck her like the animals in the barnyard.
Again Barbara closed her eyes, curling her fingers around the wood and digging her nails into the soft surface. Another spasm, this one more powerful than the last! Her knees pressed against each other, knocking and shivering while that seeping electric charge made her pussy pucker up.
"Howdy, Miss Barbara!"
Barbara started, her eyes widening as the baritone voice rolled over her like an ocean wave. Turning, she saw a tall, dark-haired man with his straw cowboy hat tilted back on his head. Brad Edmunds. Christina, her cousin, had told her about him – wild, a reputation with women that was far from clean. But a good ranch hand and especially needed ever since her uncle had taken ill.
"Hello," Barbara said coolly, feeling her voice shivering along with her body.
"Mighty nice evenin' it's gonna be," Brad said, narrowing his eyes and smiling at her.
Did he know? Did everyone know? If so, would he make a pass? Christina had told her some unsavory stories about Brad and his friends. They were rumors, really no one would ever really confront Brad and his buddies with those stories to his face. But it had been said that they enjoyed "strange" sexual practices. Their women more often than not wound up completely ruined if not half-insane after a few nights. More than one family around had had to send their daughter to an institution to recuperate from an evening with Brad.
Of course, nothing could be proven. The families were too shocked to dig up any evidence, and Brad was far too careful in covering his tracks. Christina realized Brad's value as a hand on the ranch and reluctantly let him stay on. All these stories rushed through Barbara's head as she stared back at the darkly handsome man standing in front of her. Instinctively she put one hand to the base of her throat and breathed with some difficulty.
"Somethin' the matter, ma'am?"
"Uh, no, just… just feeling a little faint. It probably was the heat today," Barbara said, tearing her eyes away from his handsome face.
Oh, oh, in spite of the stories she still felt so attracted to this man standing here. Perhaps it was because of the stories that she felt this wild pull.
"Yeah, pretty hot… real hot," Brad said, leaning against the same porch support.
Barbara was taking deep breaths now, feeling her tits tingling more than ever. She felt a sudden glow washing over her flesh as she glanced at him once more, then looked away. In a moment the confused blonde felt her pussy starting to swell.
"Might be nice to take a walk."
The words sent a jolt of fear mixed with hope racing through her. Yes, she thought of fucking, fucking with a man! This was supposed to be a vacation, a trip away from all the temptations of Los Angeles that were making her break her resolve not to fuck men until she was married. But it was turning out to be an ordeal.
"No, I don't think so."
Goosebumps broke out around her stiffening nipples and all up and down her tensing thighs. Her furry cunt was generating more and more heat as the swollen lips began to rub together. Brad made another move, his hand brushing hers. It was as if she'd been touched by a hot stove. A wild sensation made her cuntal walls buckle as she drew her hand away. Barbara was about to say something when her cousin, Christina walked out the front door. Brad muttered something under his breath and drew away.
"See you've met our good ranch hand," Christina said ironically, watching Brad with hands on her hips as he shuffled away to join some of his buddies near a dusty old pickup nearby.
"He… seemed nice," Barbara said, feeling a wave of relief rush through her mind. Her body seemed to melt, deflate. Her tits lost their tingle and her cunt closed up tight under its thicket of blonde bushy curls.
"Don't let the surface charm confuse you," the brunette said, brushing back her long hair.
"Now come on, Cuz, I want you to see what I bought today. I had him delivered while you were in town. Come on, Pardner, come on," Christina said, patting her thighs.
A big gray and white German shepherd bolted out the open front door, circling around the two women with his pink tongue hanging out, barking excitedly. Barbara smiled, bending down and reaching out to pet him. Something strange happened at that point, something that she was glad Christina hadn't noticed. The big friendly dog suddenly moved around her, sticking his nose up her thighs and lapping his long hot wet tongue over her flesh.
It was mind tingling! Dogs nosed around a lot. Everyone knew that and took it as something dogs simply just did. But this was different. Pardner had touched her with his tongue, licked her ass right there on the porch! Barbara jerked forward, jerking her hands back and pulling down her skirt while wheeling around from the animal. Pardner backed away, looking up at her with his laughing eyes! Could he smell her? Was she that hot?
"Come on… in the barn," Christina said.
Barbara followed, making sure the dog was well ahead of her. It probably was simply a coincidence, an accident. She would put it out of her mind at once as she stepped in the small red wood barn and shuffled through the coating of stubble and wood-shavings on the floor. There was the immediate aroma of stale piss and shit as Barbara picked her way carefully down the narrow aisle, looking from one empty stall to another. Her uncle had raised so many horses out here, horses he had sold to pay for his rising medical bills. Christina had come out here from Los Angeles several years ago to bring back the business.
"Right here."
Barbara squinted, seeing her cousin stopping in front of a stall to the left. Drawing closer, she saw a huge white stallion, the most beautiful creature she had ever seen!
"Oh, Christina, he must have cost the earth!" Barbara gasped, stretching out one hand and petting the big stallion on the nose.
"Enough," Christina said, wrinkling her forehead up and nodding. "But starting out with him to stud others is a good idea, I think."
Stud? The word sent shivers up and down her spine, the more so when the big stallion turned his head around and drew his tongue over her arm. Barbara drew back, hugging her tits with both hands. Her cheeks were burning a bright red as her cunt fired up again.
Christina was dragging her into the large stall, making her pet the big horse's sides. The touch of that soft hair against her fingertips, the feel of his muscular strength, of his animal-warmth was doing things to her!
The woman felt her cunt zapped with thrill after thrill, that tingling sensation starting up once more between her legs. It was like having a single drop of perspiration trickle its way through the mossy covering of her tight little cunt. Oh yes, yes, the plump lips of her cunt were aching to be touched now, to be licked, fucked, anything! And a horse had done this? My God, what could she be thinking of?