Barn Duty_(0)

This is a repost of a story I had here a few years ago. For those who wish to vote a negative: as a writer the only way I can improve my stories, make them more entertaining for you, is by getting feedback from the readers. Posting your reason for disliking my story will help accomplish that and maybe lead to a story you will enjoy. But now, on with the tale…..

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My daughter, Carly, loves horses and she talked us into letting her join 4H. The club had barn space during the county fair to show their horses. This entailed a lot of work by the kids and the parents. My ex-wife Helen and I found out just how much work the first year our daughter attended. Helen and I have been divorced for several years, but still remain amicable and when it comes to doing things like 4-H for our daughter, neither one of us mind at all.

During the four days of the fair the kids were required to be on site all the time. Each parent with a kid in the club would bring a trailer to live for the four nights they were there. Also each parent was assigned by the club leader to a supervisory duty. Unfortunately being voluntary, there were only the three leaders, Helen and I who showed up at the barns to work. That first year Helen and I got to be the day time barn cleaning supervisors. We soon found out it wasn’t going to be an easy job. There’s nothing more frustrating then trying to get a group of girls to do chores.

After that first year I refused to do it a second time. My resolve lasted until my daughter gave me the old tearful ‘Daddy I love. Please can we?’ treatment. I love her and I’m a pushover for her tears and begging. Also as frustrating as the fair was there were compensations. Several of the girls and three of the mothers, Carol, Flora and Lydia, were extremely attractive.

Carol was the group leader. She was short, no more than 5′ tall and couldn’t have weighed more that 95 lbs. She wasn’t thin, just small in stature. She had a nice hour glass shape with a rather small waist, dark blonde hair, a really nice round ass and a pair of very nice ‘B’ cup tits. She had a habit of wearing loose shirts with no bra. If I happened to be in the right place at the right time as she worked in the barn I’d get a great view of those tits as she bent over.

Flora was a tall flaming redhead with wide hips and very large tits. They had to be ‘D’ cup and probably were double D’s. Of the three she was the outgoing one, the one who would push up against me every time she got a chance. The first year of the fair I had those huge tyits of hers pushed into my back, my chest, my side and my arm more times then I could

count. I loved it every time.

Lydia had black hair, a perfectly proportioned figure with ‘C’ cup tits and was the quiet shy one. I talked to her a few times the first year, but she didn’t say much. She always wore conservative clothes, which never gave me a chance to see any of her, or got close enough to make bodily contact like Flora.

As I said several of the girls were very attractive, but two were stunning. Emily, Carols daughter was a younger copy of her mother, but even smaller. Even at 18 she was no more than 4′ 6″ tall, but like her mother well proportioned, round in the right places with a pair of small “B” cup breasts that looked huge on her diminutive frame. The other knock out was Lydia’s daughter, Sara. She had the raven black hair, brown eyes, sweet smile and the same perfectly proportioned figure as her mom.

All three of the women were very close friends and seemed to hang out together all the time. And when we had some slow times at 4-H functions I noticed they would all three be talking to me. I didn’t think much of it, I just knew I got some glimpses of Carols tits and got Flora‘s huge melons pushed against me during those times. I didn’t ever figure I’d be getting more then that.

The second year Helen informed me I would have to do the fair by myself because her mother was ill and she had to go take care of her. When I showed up for the planning meeting I wasn’t in a very good mood. Being group leader Carol must have realized I was close to quitting because she offered me the job of night barn watchman.

The night watchman’s job was the plum of the jobs in the club. After the fair closed at 10:00 PM, everyone would retire to their trailers for the night. All the night watchman had to do was sleep in the barn with the horses in case something came up. That meant privacy for the entire night.

I was very happy to have the job but being the pick of jobs, I wondered why it was being given to me. When I asked Carol, all she did was grin and tell me that I was too valuable to loose. I was also nervous with my daughter sleeping alone and made a comment to Carol about it. Carol said Carly could sleep in their trailer with her daughter Emily. With that issue resolved I gladly accepted the assignment.

I was looking forward to sleeping in the barn alone. I figured it would give me a place and time to relieve the pressure in my balls I knew I was going to have from watching the moms and girls during the day. The first year I ended up with a raging hard on most every day, with no way to relieve the pressure. Sleeping in a small trailer with my daughter a few feet away, I could never jack off for fear she might hear. The showers were communal so I could never do it there and I could never find a place and time to do it during the day, so I ended up with blue balls for three days.

Part of the night watchman’s job was to keep the work schedule up to date and if they felt like it, help out during the day. On the first day I checked the schedule, then began to help where I could. During the day I noticed that I was getting a lot more opportunities to see Carols tits then I did the year before. Also Flora must have hugged me and pressed those huge tits against me half a dozen times that day.

While I was enjoying the views of Carols tits and the massages from Flora’s I also noticed that Emily was being a lot more friendly. The year before she had acted pleasant but reserved and shy. Over the intervening year she had changed. In the evening after the gates closed and the crowds were gone, the girls would do clean up around the barn. Emily would wear tight halter tops with no bra and very tight short shorts. I found myself enthralled watching her and had a hell of a time prying my eyes away from that very sexy girl.

She caught me staring at her a couple of times. I thought she would be upset but instead when she caught me, she would just smile. Once she even turned and wiggled her ass at me. I asked Carly what had gotten into Emily. My daughter told me that Emily had been going steady with the captain of the football team and that she had begun acting like a slut. Carly said that she and her friends figured that Emily was having sex with her boyfriend.

After that all I could think about was how the boy she was going with must enjoy slamming her tight young pussy. I also knew I had to be careful and not let her think I was interested in doing the same. all I needed was to have one of the leaders thinking I was trying to get one of the girls in bed and all hell would break loose. I had to be very careful around her. As sexy as she was I really didn’t want to get caught even thinking about fucking her.

The barn had a large 12′ x 12′ door and a small regular door at each end. The large doors were both locked from the inside. The small doors both had dead bolts. The leader had the key in case something happened and the barn watchman was incapacitated. By the time 10:00 PM rolled around I was ready to lock the barn door and spend some time massaging my hard cock. I showered and reported to the barn. Lydia was there making last check.

As she started to step out of the barn, she turned, smiled and said,”Sleep tight. I hope you have some pleasant dreams.”

I locked the dead bolt on the door and as I walked to my bunk wondered what that was about. I didn’t wonder long. I was way to horny. I needed relief. I laid down on my bunk and pulled out my cock. I slowly began to stroke it as I formed a mental image of Carols tits.

I imaged sliding my cock into her while I sucked on those firm tits as I stroked my hard rod. After a short time I switched to thinking about Flora’s huge globes wrapped around my balls as she sucked my cock. I was getting very close to cumming when I heard a knock on the door. I groaned and kept stroking, hoping I could cum before who ever was outside grew impatient. Unfortunately they were very insistent and knocked again a few seconds later.

I groaned, tucked my cock back into my shorts, then pulled on a large sweat shirt so it would hide the lump of my hard cock before I answered the door. I unlocked the dead bolt and pulled open the door to find Flora standing outside. She was dressed in a light summer dress pulled in at the waist with a belt, which caused her ample tits to look even bigger then they were. I could see those huge mounds wobble under the thin fabric of her dress as she moved. She didn’t have on a bra!

“You weren’t asleep were you?” she ask.

“No, no I was just laying in my bunk thinking.” I replied.

“Good. Can I come in? I need to talk to you about tomorrow’s schedule.” She said.

I groaned inwardly. My cock was throbbing wanting release and she wanted to talk about the schedule! Unfortunately I really couldn’t turn her down.

“Sure, come on in.” I said, thinking that looking at her dressed as she was and being so fucking close to cumming it may just make me cum in my pants. She stepped in and slid the door closed as I headed back toward my bunk. I heard a noise behind me and looked back just in time to see her lock the dead bolt.

I was a bit puzzled by her action but when she turned and saw me looking she smiled and said,”It’s fair policy to always keep the door locked during night hours.”

I nodded and a moment later she passed me, leading the way to my bunk. She sat down on the bunk and opened a notebook she carried. She had passed several chairs to get to the bunk and I wondered why she hadn’t used them. After a moment I mentally shrugged. All I wanted was to get the meeting over and have her leave so I could finish what I had

started to do. I sat down next to her and we talked about the schedule for the next day. I took about ten minutes and we had it ready to post on the barn bulletin board.

As she closed her notebook she said,”You and Helen seem to have a good relationship for being divorced.”

“It’s not bad.” I replied, wondering why she had said that.

“Frank, my husband and I have been married for 18 years. Since you have such a good relationship now, did you and Helen have a good sex life when you were married?”

I was shocked at the direct way she asked the question. For a moment I considered not answering, then a mental image of all the times she had rubbed her tits against me filled my head and I wondered if she was trying to get me to make a move. I decided to play along and see what happened

“Actually, yes we did.” I said, then added,” And we still do but not as much as I’d like.”

I waited, wondering how she would react to my statement.

She turned with a smile on her lips, her eyes wide as they met mine,”You and Helen still have sex? Even after you got divorced? Really?”

I grinned and replied,”It’s not that we weren’t compatible in bed. The sex between us was always fantastic. We just couldn’t seem to live under the same roof. We both agreed we wouldn’t give up the sex unless one or the other of us finds another mate.”

“Really?” Flora replied ,” That’s really unusual. Most divorced people hate each other. Frank and I have quite a bit of sex too. But like you, not as much as I’d like.”

I felt my cock jump as she spoke. I was certain she was giving me an opening.

I looked into her eyes, reached over and laid my hand on her upper thigh and said, “Well, perhaps we can help each other out?”

For a moment she didn’t react, then she looked down at my hand laying on her thigh.

She stared at it for a long moment, then looked back up, her eyes widened with a look of shock as she said,”You think…..You want me too…….have sex with you???”

For a moment I was confused. I was sure after all the times she had pushed against me, after her leading questions about sex, that she was trying to get me to make a move.

When I finally realized I had screwed up, I jerked my hand back and started to stammer,”I’m sorry.