Paul Gable: Cousin_s farmyard fun

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!