Barndance

One fine day…moments in our barn: “The Barndance by Phyllis and Roger

There was something in my youth that I will always remember. We had a barn that before winter we would load up with alfalfa for the animals. The day the load arrived was always fun with all the strong-looking masculine guys unloading the alfalfa bales and stacking them up inside our barn. I’d admire their muscled bodies heaving and sweating in unloading and then piling up the bales. And they looked at petite and pretty me in my housedress all innocent, the breeze blowing the soft fabric to outline my lithe body. Their looks were lascivious and made me sweat, too…my own feminine secretions cooling my thighs, if you know what I mean…juicy wetness making me shiver and feel naughty, the air cooling me down there. Their smiles let me know what they were thinking and I smiled right back. I imagined one of them, or even more than one of them, jumping off the truck, pushing aside a bale, pushing me down in the barn, ripping off my housedress and ravishing my young body, spreading my legs, exposing my wet cunt and then hot fucking! joining our two sweating bodies in heat and lust. We would be like hungry animals in coitus and full body release. Our eyes would embrace each other and we would have sex like wild creatures. The animals were in the field when the unloading occurred but they would smell the alfalfa, wander up to the barn, eager to have something to eat even though they could forage still in the field. Then there was my little donkey that spent a lot of time with me in the barn. Next to my dog he was my very best friend…my best friend in more ways than one.

He was an undersized donkey and was my favorite; he was kind of my pet and he would nuzzle me all over, pushing at my waist as I would groom him, comb out his mane, pet him all over. When I combed underneath his long dark cock would ease out. It was an amazing thing to see and feel. I loved stroking it. I had to use both my hands. It was warm and dripping as it responded to my hands..

One day, after the alfalfa had been delivered and stacked, and my imaginary lovers had departed, I was still hot and feeling naughty. My little donkey and I were in the barn…me stroking, combing him and him nuzzling me. I was in front of him playing with the bits of his mane coming between his ears, his head down for my attentions, his beautiful cock already dangling. Our family dog was wanting his turn.

The three of us then alone and private. I had closed the barn door.