COUSIN’S FARMYARD FUN

PB-308 COUSIN’S FARMYARD FUN by Paul Gable

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?

“I’m a little tired,” Barbara said, backing away from the stall after flicking a last longing look at the handsome white horse.

“Sure. Get back in the house and rest. I’ve got to go into town and finalize his papers. I’ll be back around eight,” Christina said with a smile.

Barbara smiled weakly back, picking her way to the outside and then heading to the house. Her cousin went quickly to her small red car and drove off.

Alone now, Barbara noticed some of the hands were still hanging around the corral, talking softly and looking curiously in her direction. Men! They were probably talking about her, talking about how easy it might be to slip up between her legs. They only want one thing. That’s what Joe Franklin had wanted in high school and she had given it to him again and again. Only after she realized he’d been bragging to his friends about her did Barbara know what a fool she’d been! No more. Not until she was married.

But now, standing in that living room, she wasn’t so certain. Brad had stared at her with those mocking eyes, his strong arms about to wrap around her! Or had she been imagining things.

What was wrong? Perhaps a drink would settle her nerves. It was still a little early, only six, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Crossing the large room, Barbara sauntered up to the bar and grabbed a bottle of gin. Gin and tonic, the old cure for the world’s problems. The ice tinkled merrily in the glass as she mixed the powerful drink, then began sipping it quickly.

“Ohhhh…”

How the liquor burned down her belly, making her feel so soft, so warm all over. She walked slowly to the sofa, settling her ass down in the soft cushions and closing her eyes.

Maybe that was the way she would have to stay — drunk as a Lord to keep men from touching her as Joe had done.

Another sip, another feeling of relief washing over her. Already the tensions of the afternoon were leaving her. There was some noise in the kitchen. Had Christina come home early? No, of course not. It was Pardner, pushing his dinner dish around. Where was that food?

About to put down her drink, Barbara turned her head and saw the playful two-year-old German shepherd come trotting into the living room. She again stretched out her hand to pet him, forgetting momentarily about the incident on the porch. The dog hadn’t forgotten, however, and immediately thrust his snout between her knees.

“Oh!”

Barbara jerked back, her drink spilling all over her dress and the couch.

“No! Bad dog!”

She slapped down at the animal, her fingertips brushing the dog’s big snout. Pardner backed away, his powerful body arching down while his bushy tail stood straight up in the air.

Those black eyes were glistening, glittering with excitement while his jaws opened.

“Ohhhh…”

Barbara scooted back on the couch, curling her fingers and digging her nails into the soft material. She stared at the double row of pointed teeth, the way they glistened with his spittle while his pink tongue lolled out from one corner of his mouth. He was growling, that soft, smothered growl of a coming attack.

“No, Pardner, no… come on, boy, leave me alone,” Barbara said in a shaky voice, her thighs tingling more than before while her scalp itched and crawled with terror.

She had never felt particularly secure with animals before, although these past three days with her cousin on the ranch had partially cured that. Pardner had seemed more human than animal, always friendly and playful. This was the first time, the very first time he had acted like this.

“No, boy, get away…”

He was half on her lap now, his jaws opened. She felt his panting breath against her throat while his paws dug into her upper thighs. What did he want? Then the girl realized that once again he had picked up the scent of her hot pussy!

Barbara reached forward, pressing her fingers against the German shepherd’s throat and shoving him off her lap. Pardner barked, circling around and around, his tail still high in the air. She rose from the couch, staring around the room in blind panic. Upstairs!

That was one place where she could run to get away from the pursuing beast. Stumbling around the sofa, she moved toward the winding staircase, the big shepherd nosing her thighs. Oh, she could feel that cold snout brushing up against the backs of her legs, hear him sniffing at her pussy as she tried wildly to get away from him!

“Horrible… beastly animal!” she cried, wheeling around once more and slapping down at the large barking dog.

But Pardner had become used to her tactics now. He backed away, his forepaws stretched in front of him, his handsome, furry head tilted to one side, his tongue hanging out from one corner of his mouth. He was barking savagely now, his body shaking.

“No, get away from me.”

She turned to face him, backing slowly toward the stairs with her right hand stretched behind her, searching for the banister. Her cunt was hot, oh so hot and tender and tight from all those wild thoughts that had been running through her head the past few hours.

The dog smelled her now, smelled her and was aroused as if she were his favorite gutter bitch.

“Bad dog, bad Pardner. You don’t want me telling Christina on you, do you?”

Her voice was shivery, unsure. The dog caught the note of excitement rustling through it and pricked his ears forward. Instinctively Barbara knew what that meant and felt her heart pounding wildly. She had to get upstairs!

“No, bad!”

The stairs! Twisting around she gripped the banister and rushed up the steps, realizing the animal was still pursuing her. She felt the slippery, rubbery rub of her cuntlips against one another. She stumbled, felt the dog’s snout push up against her silken panties, cried out and scrambled back up, breathing so hard she thought her lungs would burst from the effort.

It was a horrible dream! Reaching the top, Barbara ran down the darkened hall, her eyes swimming. Sputtering sparks showered from her clit into her cunt as her mind raced wildly. Images of Brad, of the horse, of Pardner, whirled about in her brain as she finally reached her bedroom door.

“No, get out!”

Barbara hadn’t been quick enough. Just as she slammed the door shut, Pardner rushed in, wheeled about, then jumped on her.

“No!”

She stumbled sideways, her right elbow knocking hard against the dresser. The dog was on top of her in a moment, barking, then panting against her throat while his tail wagged merrily back and forth in triumph. Glancing down, Barbara saw something that made her scalp crawl again with fear. His cock — that long, knobby thing, was slithering out of its furry sheath!

“Oh please, God, not this!” she whispered.

Barbara clung to the front edge of the mattress, drawing herself upon the bed. Below she could hear the sounds of cars starting up and crunching over the graveled drive toward the main highway. The men were going home. If only they knew what kind of show they were missing upstairs!

She slapped down once more, having hauled her body flatly on the bed. Bending one knee, she kicked hard at the big animal. But Pardner wasn’t to be put off. He nuzzled her calves, slobbering over her crawling flesh. Barbara closed her eyes, half-twisting around, reaching out and drawing her fingernails over the sheets. Wrong. Wrong! This was a sickness, a terrible sickness! And yet… yet her cunt was heating up so, heating and tightening as it had heated and tightened for Joe so many years ago.

Release! Relief! That’s what her body had been craving for these years. And now the dog was going to give it to her! This animal was going to draw his tongue over her cunt, maybe even fuck her and…

“Ohhhhh… noooooo!”

Again Barbara kicked at the big animal, her mind revolting at the thought of a dog touching her. The big king-sized bed groaned and squeaked under her thrashing body and the weight of the animal.

But there was that crawling hot wetness tensing her pussy, a hot chilly series of flashes making her flesh tighten around her cunt.

Barbara scooted back a little more, dragging her heels over the mattress while she reached back and curled her fingers tightly around the headboard. No, no, she couldn’t fight him, couldn’t fight the hot tingling between her legs! Slowly the woman felt her resistance melting under her super-heated cunt. Drawing her knees up, feeling her cuntlips stickily peel back as she opened herself to the big dog, Barbara breathed through her flared nostrils.

“Ohhhhh… no, you… you just can’t do this… uhhhhhh.”

Her cunt muscles shivered, trembled then cramped down, telling Barbara her battle was lost. For better or worse she was going to let the animal have his way. Moaning, she reached down and raised up her skirt, skinning down her panties. God help her. She was going to let the big German shepherd lick her off!

CHAPTER TWO

“Uhhhhh… God, God, it’s so… good, so good,” Barbara moaned, pushing her fingers into the pillow behind her head.

It was the same lush, swampy feeling she had experienced years ago when Joe had first touched her with his fingers, rubbing them over her cuntal mound while undressing her.

Now it was a dog. Barbara had only managed to scoot her panties down halfway. The dog was nosing up hotly between her white shivering thighs now, rubbing his snout against the juice-soaked crotch panel.

“Uhhhhh, oh Pardner… what are you making me do?”

Barbara rocked her body from side to side, drawing her fingers up along her thighs, then reaching back again and holding tightly onto the clattering headboard. The dog was nuzzling her cunt, pressing his warm snout against the thin pink silk of her panties, pushing the material up into her hot cunt. The feeling was wild, something she had never felt before!

The warm, silky rub of her juice-soaked panties against the folds of her convulsing pussy walls drove her even higher sexually than before! And then he began licking, dragging his tongue sloppily along her ass, then moving down to the soft spots behind her knees.

Barbara rolled her head over the crushed pillow, prancing her ass high in the air while curling her spine in excitement. Strands of her silky blonde hair clung to her cheeks and the corners of her mouth while she drew her knees up from the mattress, then let them sag slowly back down again. Peering up over her thunderous high-riding tits, she saw the dog there, saw him crouched between her long, slender legs. How odd it looked, seeing something that furry settled down in that oh too private spot, his tongue stretched out and touching her all over!

“Mmmmmmm…”

And then the image of that big white horse flitted across her mind. His power, his… his sexuality. Barbara remembered the warm, furry feeling of his coat and trembled, her cunt puckering up once more, the muscles trying to grip the big German shepherd’s snout while Barbara began breathing wheezily through her flared nostrils again.

She was a bitch, a panting, yowling bitch under Pardner’s trained tongue. She writhed her body against the bed, her fists pounding the mattress, the backs of her naked legs flailing wildly against the sheets. Again and again she breathed the dog’s name, stretching out her hands, curling her fingers in his warm, fuzzy coat while hunching up into his snout.

“Ohhh…”

All the way. She was going to go all the way! To hell with morality. Moving one hand down, Barbara was about to shove her panties off when she heard a change in Pardner’s growling. He suddenly became more savage. And then there was the sound of ripping fabric and the feel of her panties being tugged down off her thighs. More ripping. And finally the panties came off, torn from her body by the large animal!

Barbara cried out in fear as she peered down heavy-lidded and watched Pardner backing away with the shredded pink briefs in his teeth. He tossed his head around, the panties whipping against his furry flesh. Then they flew off the bed, floating down to the floor.

“Oh God!”

He was licking her steadily now, tenderly with that wonderful hot tongue of his. The warm spittle oozed down her splayed thighs while his furry sides tickled her flesh deliciously. It was that tenderness, that gentle, wet brush of his maw that made her close her eyes tight again and squeeze her fingernails hard against her damp palms.

“Ohhhhhh… oh my God, yesss, yes, it’s so wonderful!”

The dog’s tongue licked higher and higher, stretching up along the insides of her thighs. It was so devastating, so evilly exciting. Barbara felt her world whirling around her madly as she tensed her thigh muscles and began hunching into the dog’s mouth. The animal whimpered appreciatively, moving the long tip of his snout from side to side. Barbara caught her breath, feeling her heart almost stop at the touch of the animal’s tongue against her clit.

The frantic blonde wallowed her shoulder blades against the mattress, arching her spine once more and rubbing the backs of her legs against the silken sheets. Now every square inch of her body had come alive under the dog’s affectionate tonguing! Moving both hands to the center of her body, Barbara found herself catching the dog’s head in her hands. She stopped twisting on the squeaking bed for a moment, staring at him. He started that low growl in his throat again, his eyes slitting his ears pinned back.

“Oh God, God, this is… is awful… It’s so… Uhhhhhh…”

Barbara dropped her hands to her sides, feeling another rush of spasms race through her pussy. Pardner had dropped back and opened his jaw, sinking the forward fangs into her white quivering flesh. The effect was maddening! Barbara whimpered through her flared nostrils, beating her fists against the mattress while snapping her head from side to side. Brilliant lights of oranges and reds popped in front of her eyes. Pardner let go for the flash of a second, then bit higher on her thigh. The burning explosion of her nerves being stimulated made her heart pound heavily in her chest. Pardner was pushing his big shoulders farther between her splayed thighs. She felt her legs being pushed apart and let it happen. Yes, she wanted that tongue all over her, in her!

Sobbing, rolling to one side on the bed, Barbara curled her legs up, pressing her knees against her tits and feeling the German shepherd’s tongue sliding up and down, wetting down her ass, then curling around and touching her cuntlips. She cried out, clawing at the sheets, pushing her ass backward for the dog to lick.

It was unbelievable how good the feeling was. She heard Pardner whimpering, felt him moving the long tip of his snout from side to side. The dog was growling louder. She could feel his paws scratching against her back and asscheeks, feel his breath against her back. Barbara let out another groan and rolled back on her ass, letting her knees fall apart for the animal.

“Ohhhh…”

She was rolling her head from side to side, gasping for air while the dog moved around and stuck his maw back onto her cunt. It was wild! His tongue slopped over the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh. How she loved it, loved the hot, wet licking sensation of his tongue moving up and down her body! Barbara writhed like a snake, her nipples getting hard, itchy. If she had the time she would have taken her dress off completely and let the animal go crazy over her body. But there was no time. She felt her cunt burning, sizzling under the animal’s ferocious sexual attack. She was going to cum! Barbara knew it, could feel it.

“Uhhhhhhhh…”

She drew her legs together, rubbing the spit-slicked flesh against Pardner’s warm, fuzzy sides! Oh, oh, how lovely it was hearing the dog licking her, hearing his tongue smacking against her juice-soaked pussylips! Groaning, Barbara raised her ass again off the bed, letting it hang there trembling, feeling the dog’s tongue curling around her pussy once more, bringing more and more sensation from her clit!

“Ohhhhhh God, God!”

How expertly his long pink tongue slipped around her small inner cuntlips. It petted her cut, making the tiny pink nub sputter with wild excitement. Raising her head, Barbara peered through her eyelashes and saw the dog resting there on his belly, his maw buried in the blonde cuntal thicket between her legs. How odd! How excitingly odd to see an animal resting like that between her shivering thighs! Barbara let out a sharp cry of ecstasy and fell back onto the mattress, undulating her naked legs.

“Ummmm… oh Pardner, do it, do it! Oh God, suck my cunt! Uhhhhh…”

Moving her hands down her belly Barbara felt the fire rising in her pussy. Sliding her fingers down a little further, she felt Pardner’s tongue loving her cunt. Oh yes, yes, he was wonderful! She rubbed her fingertips along the rubbery swollen sides of her outer cuntlips, edging up to her clit. When she touched the tiny nub, Barbara thought someone had touched her body with a live electric wire. Pardner’s tongue was wriggling there too and the double touch nearly drove her over the brink! She arched her back, wallowing her shoulders against the groaning mattress while she drew her legs up and spread her thighs even more for the cunt-hungry animal.

“Oh God, Pardner… Uhhhhh… Fuck me with that tongue!”

Barbara snapped her ass up once more, giving the dog more of her cunt to lick. He saw the rising excitement and whimpered through his nostrils. Now he was licking the rounded curves of her asscheeks, going back into the hot split between them. Barbara’s eyes flickered open. She stared at the ceiling, concentrating on the hot licking toward her asshole. Her muscles cramped. The room seemed to be growing dark when she felt his tongue touching the gray/pink wrinkled flesh of her asshole. Barbara chewed on her lips, tossing her body from side to side like a ship in a storm.

“Noooooo!”

Her body fell back down to the bed, trapping Pardner under her for a second. He wriggled free, pushing his scratchy paws against her asscheeks, then twisting his head around and drawing his tongue over her cunt. That slow, wet, warm lick made Barbara shiver with unspeakable lust. Soon. Very, very soon. She was panting heavily now, feeling her cunt ache and throb as if it were a festering wound! More. She wanted more!

“Uhhh… more, Pardner… oh God, more,” the woman gasped.

His long pink tongue was driving up and down her hot cunt crack more frenziedly now, lapping up the flowing juices. Barbara snapped her head wildly from side to side, sweat dampening her cheeks and forehead. The headboard clattered aloud against the wall as Barbara rounded the final curve for her climax. Yes, she could feel her cunt tightening, every nerve ending in her body tensed, wound, ready to spring.

“God!”

Her clit burned from the steady friction, burned like a tiny jewel as Pardner concentrated his lapping on that wet pink spindle. Snapping her legs together, rubbing her thighs against the big animal, Barbara let the outsides of her knees nearly touch the mattress. She bounced and pranced her ass wildly on the bed, feeling the sweat-stained sheets gathering up under her ass. She could hear her labored breathing, hear the animal’s pants over her own. Tears of delight streamed from her wide eyes as the frantic blonde neared the border of her climax.

“Uhhh… ohhhhh… yessss, yesss, Pardner,” she hissed. “Oh give it to me! God in heaven, give it to me!”

Barbara fanned her fingers out along the animal’s neck now, curling them, digging the nails into his warm flesh while holding him down, steady against her burning cunt. She bent her knees a little more, raising her feet off the mattress and putting herself in a better fucking position. Yes, he was fucking her, driving that wonderful tongue in and down into her cunt! It was the first thing that had been in her pussy for such a long, long time, and it felt oh so good!

Reality exploded into an unreal myriad of oranges, reds and blacks as Barbara tossed her body around the groaning bed. Pardner nuzzled and licked and pressed his snout against her soaking cunt while the woman gasped and babbled meaningless phrases. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, rubbing her itchy soles and toes against his furry flesh.

“Damn… oh damn!”

Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth, sucking her cheeks as Barbara felt herself inch even closer to orgasm. She jerked her ass up, moved it slightly from side to side, feeling the trembling of her ass while the animal licked more wildly. Up and down, up and down, back and forth she wiggled. She twisted so the dog’s teeth brushed her cuntlips. Then, slowly lowering her ass back to the bed, Barbara gave the animal her clit to touch once more.

“Ohhhhhh!”

That was it! She could hold back her climax no longer. The woman worked her ass around in wild, frantic circles, crying excitedly through her flared nostrils. The air itself seemed to burn her nose, her lungs, as she pitched and yowled like a cat in heat. The more she moved the more licking pleasure the animal brought her. The blonde woman was going mad, insane with the wet, hot licking of the German shepherd. At times she could feel the bushy brush of his tail against the tops of her feet. Yes, yes, it was good, so very good. It was something that had been a long time coming.

The woman hiked her cunt up, feeling the dog’s tongue rim the pulsing, rubbery circle of tense muscles. Then he stuck it inside, touching those sacred places, all those secret wet lumps and squiggles that made her gasp even louder and pitch crazily on the bed.

“Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrrr!” the woman screamed.

Oh fucking! Fucking! As she lay on the bed, writhing insanely under Pardner’s licking, Barbara thought about fucking, about how good it would be to have a hard, stiff, thick cock pile-driving through her pussy. Yes, she wanted something big and hard and hot, something that would squeeze deliciously, slowly through her cunt, stretching her to the ripping point. She thought of Joe, her first and only fuck, and of the way his prick felt trenching through her cunt. Then she thought of Pardner. Would she dare something like that? Would she dare turning around, getting up on her hands and knees and letting the dog fuck her?

Barbara kicked one leg out, fanning her toes until they cramped. The big muscles in her ass and thighs cramped too. She was quivering on the feverish edge of her climax.

“God, hurry… ughhhhhhhhh… oh, Pardner, hurrrryyyyyyy?”

The dog let out a small bark, then nuzzled once between her cuntlips. She felt her tender membranes fill with more blood. Fucking. Fucking. The thought of having a cock — any kind of cock — in her sent her along into the firestorm of her climax. Barbara wailed, pitching crazily on the bed, bucking her ass against Pardner’s licking maw. She heard him growling, heard him yipping, felt him nibbling at her bouncing asscheeks. Barbara didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything except her climax.

“Cummmmmiiinnnngggggg!”

Barbara tossed her head, her hair falling over her face while her thighs were filled with that itching, teasing fire. She throbbed and quivered, bucking her body around so wildly she thought the dog might jump away. But he stayed, licking and nuzzling and panting against her soaked flesh.

“God!”

The thought sent slivers of razor-like spasms through her cunt. Barbara could almost hear her cuntal walls slapping together as she jerked and pitched and yowled on the squeaking bed. Brilliant lights flashed in front of her eyes as she came and came and came!

When she’d opened her eyes again Pardner was off the bed, curled up in one corner, licking himself. No, he hadn’t done anything. She had been careful about that. Nothing had happened. Swirls of thoughts whirled around her. How could this have happened? She had been so careful about men, making sure her dates went no further than some kissing. And now… now she had been with a dog, had let him touch her with his tongue. That was something she hadn’t let a man do since Joey fucked her.

Barbara rose from the bed, looked down at her spit-slicked cunt hairs and shivered. She pushed her dress back over her knees and stood up, feeling a little weak, a little drained. Brushing the hair from her eyes, she looked at Pardner, sucking in her upper lip and biting down hard.

“What’ve I done? Oh dear God, what’ve I done with that…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. Tears made her eyes swim. Inhaling a deep breath, Barbara pursed her lips and walked from the bedroom. A long, hot shower, that’s what she needed. She had to wash away the animal’s spit. And perhaps with that she would wash away the rising confusion and guilt she felt about what had happened.

CHAPTER THREE

“You certainly seem quiet today,” Christina observed, closing the ledger book and turning around.

Barbara was sitting in the same sofa Pardner had “attacked” her in. Leafing through a magazine, she felt her mind wandering, wandering back to the day two days ago when the animal had jumped on her and brushed her cunt with his tongue.

“Hm? Oh, just thinking about how relaxing it’s been since I’ve come here,” Barbara mused out loud, feeling a little ill at ease under her cousin’s questioning.

She was really thinking about the dog, about how good his body had felt against hers, about how that tongue had touched her clit, her pussylips. How she would have loved to have had that feeling now! Her fingers trembled, the magazine shaking in her hand. Barbara put the paper down and turned back toward Christina.

“It’s been wonderful getting away from the city and visiting you.”

“Oh, that’s nothing. Glad to do it. Say, you might enjoy going out to the barn and taking another look at that new horse I bought,” Christina said, smiling openly at her cousin.

“Oh?”

“Finally finished the purchase,” Christina sighed, giving her a pleased look. “I’ve even had some offers already about studding.”

Barbara felt a shiver race up and down her spine while a strange kind of heat began to radiate through her pussy. She frowned at her reaction to this simple news, wondering what on earth could be going through her mind.

“I’ve named him Lightning,” Christina announced, obviously pleased with herself. “What do you think?”

“Sounds good,” Barbara muttered, rubbing her fingertips along her upper arms. “I think I will take a stroll into the barn. That would be good.” She put the magazine to one side.

“See you in a bit.”

Christina went back to her bookkeeping while Barbara walked through the kitchen and out the back door. It was nearly four in the afternoon. The heat of the day was at its peak, seeming to paralyze everything in the area. A few of the hands were walking lazily down the slope to the east toward their quarters. In the distance she could hear some larks calling to one another. Wiping her damp palms on her Levi’s, Barbara strolled easily toward the barn. Lightning. That was a good name, a powerful name, and an appropriate name for such a powerful white stallion.

Stopping at the half-opened barn door Barbara examined herself for a moment. What was she feeling? Her heart was beating. She was sweating, the perspiration soaking her light-pink cotton shirt. The blonde shook her head, confused at her reaction. She was only going to see a horse, not her… lover.

Feeling a little silly Barbara stepped into the large warm building. Earlier that day Lightning had been out in the fields exercising. Now he was eating. In the dark distance she could hear him munching his oats. Again the woman stopped, putting one hand to her throat and breathing in with difficulty. Her flesh was tingly, crawling with… with excitement.

Yes, that’s what it was. She couldn’t deny it. Excitement! But why? Why was she feeling this way about him? Out of her mind. She had to be out of her mind to have this kind of sensation racing through her brain and body.

Barbara knew she should have raced from the barn, run out the door and never returned. But something drew her on, pushed her through the thick darkness toward the big animal.

She walked as if possessed, her feet shuffling through the hay stubble on the floor. Stall after stall slowly went by. And then Barbara reached it, reached Lightning’s stall. What a beautiful animal! Stopping there in front of him, pressing her palms against her thighs, she stood in awe of the stallion.

“Lightning…”

She whispered his name, felt her heart contract when he raised his head from the feedbag and looked at her. A shock of white hair hung over his forehead while his big brown eyes rolled up and stared at her. He snorted, his nostrils quivering, his hind legs stomping nervously on the ground.

“Don’t worry, boy. I’m not going to hurt you,” she said in a reassuring voice.

What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling so aroused from being so close to this beast? Raising one hand, Barbara put her fingers to her cheeks. She was burning up! Dear God, she was on fire!

“Easy, Lightning, easy…”

Barbara walked up to the stall, one hand stretched in front of her. She crooned to the big horse, her body trembling with an excitement foreign to her up to this moment. He was snorting again, shaking his head, his long, beautiful mane fluttering over his neck. Again he pawed the ground nervously. Barbara drew her hand back a second, then stretched it forward tentatively. In a moment she found herself petting the beast, feeling his warm body against her hand.

She had to have more, had to feel more!

Trembling, Barbara reached down and opened the stall. Lightning paused, his big eyes rolling toward her as she stepped in, one hand constantly on his body. She felt her flesh crawling with a new kind of electricity! She was breathing hard now, breathing as hard as she had when Pardner had jumped her and licked her pussy into climax.

“Easy, Lightning, it’s all right,” she whispered.

Barbara stood along the stallion’s side now, pressing her body against his. He whinnied, twisting his head around and staring at the trembling young woman. Why was that awful tingle in her cunt getting worse? What kind of person was she turning into?

“God… oh my God, what’s… What’s happening to me?” she whispered to herself.

Feeling her strength draining from her, Barbara leaned heavily against the big animal. Lightning whinnied and snorted again, swishing his full tail up against her. Closing her eyes the woman concentrated, trying to push away that burning, throbbing itch. How wet her pussy felt! When she moved her hips slightly, rubbing her thighs against Lightning’s muscled sides she felt more hot juice seep out.

It was bad, really bad! Christina was there inside the house, thinking her cousin was just having an innocent visit with the big beast. And there she was, nearly embracing him! With another shuddering sigh Barbara stretched out one hand, rubbing her fingers along Lightning’s flesh. What a strong, handsome, powerful animal he was! She could feel his muscles rippling under her light touch, heard the animal’s breathing become strong, even labored.

Turning her head, Barbara rested one cheek against the stallion’s side, closing her eyes and feeling his head radiate against her flesh. Her hand was stretching back, back to the rounded curves of his rump. Again Barbara moved her hips, feeling the subtle rub of her cuntlips as they slipped across her clit. She paused for a moment, feeling the excruciating tickle get worse.

A horse! She was having these feelings with a horse! Biting down on her lip, the woman stretched her hand out a little further, a little more until she was touching his balls. Lightning whinnied loudly, turning around, bumping his body against the rear of the wooden stall.

“Oh God!”

Barbara drew back, both hands pressed to her lips as she gazed at the animal in horror.

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.