Paul Gable - Cousin_s barnyard fun

"Uhhhh… Oooohhhhhh!"

Crazy! Insane! Brad was pulling back, drawing his cock out! It felt as if her insides were being tugged out with it.

"Like that? Somethin' different for your fuckin' pussy to feel?"

"Ohhhhhhh God!"

Barbara snapped her head back, rolling it over the stubble while snapping her legs up and rubbing the insides against his body. She felt one heavy ball nestle against one cheek of her ass. It was then she realized he was all the way inside her. He had to be!

"Man, you're hot and tight… and real fine, baby. And you wanted to waste it all on the fuckin' horse. Man, that's real warped."

Barbara wasn't listening. She moved her hips frantically from left to right now, wanting to feel as much of his cock inside her as possible. Her ass bounced over the stall floor, her fingers tightening around his neck. Brad let out another groan, then dropped his face to hers. She felt his lips pressing her mouth in a moment, felt his tongue searching for hers between her lips. In a second they were fencing, their tongues flicking against one another, spittle frothing from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin while all the time Brad's cock was slowly working in and out, in and out of her stretched cunthole. Barbara could hear it working, could hear it making sounds like a pile driver slipping in and out of a mudhole. It sent shivers through her.

"Uhhhhh…" the woman moaned into Brad's mouth.

"Man, you're bitchin', baby, real bitchin'," he moaned back.

"Oh fuck, fuck me, please…"

"Yeah, knew you'd be gettin' around to goin' nuts with my cock. Most cunts do. Here, try somethin' different."

"Wh… what?"

Barbara felt his hands moving around her thighs, felt his legs moving under her. She let out a cry of confusion as the room began to move around her. In a second, she felt the relief of being able to breathe again as she rolled on top of the big man.

"Ain't no rape now, baby. You're likin' it, likin' it the way I thought you would," Brad said, smirking up at the big-titted blonde. "You dig it, dig gettin' a man's cock in you."

His words burned her pride. But his cock was burning her cunt, setting it on fire with flames she never thought existed.

"Come on, baby, fuck your cunt on my prick. Come on, it's real easy."

It was so different being on top. But Brad was helping her along, his hands holding her tightly, guiding her thighs back and forth, up and down. After a moment or two she could see how to rock her body forward so his cock would pull from her cuntal tube. The noise, the slick, sucking noise of it made her shudder again with hot delight. She could feel the foamy froth of her juices as Brad's cockhead pulled streams of it back. It was running down her asscheeks. Oh, how wet she was!

"You… you're making me feel so… so strange!"

Brad laughed at her, his hands slapping her asscheeks again, his legs moving under her ass while Barbara began bouncing up and down. Her tits jiggled, slapping together while she let her head fall back. Oh, oh, it was so deliciously wicked, so evilly abandoned to be like this, her legs splayed so widely apart.

Brad was very still, his mouth set hard. Oh God, God, things had changed so. She had to feel his cock, had to feel his prick scraping along the itchy, tingling insides of her pussy. It was so good. And the thought that soon his white, hot spunk would be splattering out of that bulbous cockhead drove her mad. No more was she the reluctant woman, the woman fighting for her honor, her reputation. Barbara was rutting high now, bouncing her body up and down like a puppet, feeling his prick gouging her cunt with its maddening stiffness and length.

She looked down. There was sweat on his forehead. His black hair was plastered against his forehead as she kept bouncing up and down on his prick.

"Man, move that ass, baby. Come on, move that ass!" Brad said, slapping her asscheeks when she started to slow down.

"I don't know… I think I'm close to… to cumming."

The admission made her blush with shame. But it was true. She felt herself rocketing higher and higher, the odd hot/cold rush of chills taking over her pussy. Her clit was constantly rubbing against Brad's hot prick now, sputtering and sparking like a newly lit bomb while that odd tightness in her body was growing.

"Uhhhh, baby, go for it, go for it!" he said in a tight voice.

"Ohhhhh…"

It was as if firecrackers were being set off in her cunt! Barbara closed her eyes, her hips grinding crazily. She raised her body, rocking forward until just the prickhead was inside the powerful ring of muscles. Careful not to bear down too hard Barbara felt her muscles tightening. She was milking his cockrod again, letting her muscles gum along the length of his prick. Brad was moaning loudly, arching his back up from the ground. Barbara gasped, feeling her chest tighten, her mouth growing even drier. She was thrilled watching this reaction, watching this thick-muscled male body writhing and thrashing under her while her cunt was doing all the work.

Then her pussy exploded once more, sending stars of incredible brilliance exploding through her confused head. She couldn't hold back, couldn't stop now if the barn had caught fire! She plunged her teasing ass down, down over the hard prick jutting from his crotch. Barbara cried out again, her head lolling from side to side as she felt him rape through the muscled opening, penetrating deep into her cunt. She felt the hot firmness of his balls as her pussy pressed against them. Oh, she was being torn in half, split, divided, fucked!

"Nooooo!"

"Come on, baby, come on and work it on out. You're gonna make it, make it with a real stud. Come on, Barbara, fuck it out!"

"No, no, no!"

She was moving around, jerking her ass around as if it were a wild animal. She felt his fat, throbbing prick jerking hard against the slick lining of her pussy. The circle of her cuntal muscles was convulsing now, rhythmically milking Brad's prick. Her body needed that cock, needed to have that fat thing rushing through her pussy. And then… And then it was happening. She heard Brad cry out something and the next thing she knew Barbara was feeling gushes of hot cum splattering against her cuntal walls!

"Ohhhhhh!"

The woman was dazed with lust and passion. Brad was twisting around and swearing and bucking, his hands hurting her, pinching her thighs while all the time he fucked hard and deep into her body. In a moment they rolled around, halfway down to where they were on their sides. He fucked her again and again, his prick seeming to reach all the way into her belly.

"Uuhghhhhh… ohhhhhhh God, I'm… I'm… cummmmmiiinnnggg!"

It was as if the world had blown apart. Nothing existed for the moment except her pussy and that wonderful, hot, thick prick splitting her wide open. More and more of his jizz firehosed into her pussy. Now she could feel it mixing with her juices, seeping out, wetting down her thighs and asscheeks as she pranced her ass hungrily in the air begging for more.

After having thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks around, the woman collapsed, exhausted, breathing hard through her opened mouth.

"Oh God, God, what have I done?" she whispered out loud.

Brad chuckled, reaching up and stroking her stiff nipples.

"Nice fuck, baby. We're gonna have ourselves a nice time around the old farm. Ain't gonna be nobody around to bother us. Nobody."

Barbara closed her eyes, thinking about Pardner, thinking about Lightning and wondering.

Two days had gone by since Brad had fucked Barbara. She and Christina had been busy going over the books, trying to make some sense of her uncle's bookkeeping. And this was a perfect excuse for the blonde to stay away from the handsome, muscled ranch hand. Barbara was unsure about what had happened. At times she could think of nothing but the stud, still feeling his hands roaming around her tits and ass, his body pressing against hers while his prick trenched out her tight, juicy, convulsing cunthole.