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Barney

By: Hornyman69WithU



To avoid the crowds at a Presidential election, I chose, for the first time, to vote early. Well, it was the last day for early voting, and everyone must have been thinking the same as me, as the lines were nevertheless long when I arrived during the lunch hour. I finally found a parking space on the far side of the giant church parking lot and had just pulled into it when a woman got out of the SUV parked to my immediate right. Since she was so close, looking through my sedan's passenger-side window, all I could see of her was from waist neck. You will note that this region includes the breasts, and they were superb.

They were almost perfectly round, the size of softballs, and tipped with dark, quarter-size areolas. It was sprinkling rain, and as she stood there fiddling with her keys trying to shut the door, the drops made her obviously bra-less boobs gradually more visible.

Tits like that deserve closer investigation, so I quickly hopped out of my car to see just what sort of woman to which they were attached.

I smiled at her and she smiled back, but with a frustrated look. I actually like a frustrated look on a woman's face; it signals there is a problem--a problem with which I may be able to assist--which gives an open invitation and something of substance to immediately talk about. Sure beats the hell out of "What's your sign, babe?"

So, I walked around my car to her. She had dark eyes and a very pretty face, though without a dab of make-up, framed by curly dark brown hair falling a couple inches below her shoulders. Short at about 5'2'' and in her mid-30s, she was wearing a light blue ankle-length thingy made of ribbed knit like a man's undershirt that hugged her dynamite figure. It looked like a nightgown, and frankly, with mussed-up hair and sleep still in her eyes, she appeared to have just got up.

"You've obviously got a problem here. I'm not Click or Clack or Mr. Goodwrench, but I am a car guy, so how can I help?"

She seemed relieved, and the purse she was holding over her head did little to deflect the raindrops from printing through the fabric to her increasingly visible boobs. I forced myself not to stare at them and looked directly into her eyes. "My fucking door won't close, and my pissy husband would kill me if something were to happen to his goddammed precious Navigator while I go vote," she said.

With that opening volley, I had already learned something about her: She was not only frustrated with the car door, but also her hubby—who must be fairly well off to drive a Navigator—apparently thinks more of it than he does of her, and she was also there to vote. I tested the door latch to make sure it was working, then opened the door wide to check for obstructions. "Here's the culprit," I said, laughing as I handed her a rubber Barney bathtub doll that had been wedged in the hinge.

She started laughing, too, saying her youngest girl loved Barney, and I commented that he was also my buddy, as my ex-wife and I would probably never have conceived our second child without Barney videos to distract the first child. See how much information I conveyed in that single comment? I have kids like her (similarity principal); I am divorced (available without complications); and I mentioned procreation, but in a non-threatening manner (a subtle way of introducing my sexual interest in her right away). 

It was raining harder, so I grabbed the umbrella from my car, and we walked briskly under it together across the vast parking lot to the polls. The flip-flops she was wearing smacked against the soles of her wet feet, and I made a corny John Kerry joke. She laughed at it anyway. 

Holding the bumbershoot with one hand, I wasted no time in wrapping my other arm around her waist--really more like her rib cage due to my being a foot taller than she—which allowed her boob to bounce against the top of my hand with each step. She reciprocated by tightly enveloping her arm around my waist—more like my hips—with her fingers only an inch away from my penis, which had begun to tingle.

You only get one chance to make a good first impression, and apparently, I had.

It was record-breaking warm weather for November, and inside the building, they had the air conditioning blasting. And what did the A/C do to her rain-moistened boobs? Perked up those nips hard as rivets! Every man in there, and even some of the women, were staring at her. I mean, there was a sexy piece of ass under bright lights in a damp, nearly see-through form-fitting thing that shouted louder than a bull horn announcing "Attention all voters: Check these tits out!" 

From the right angle, you could even see her dark triangle of pubic hair, but I couldn't tell if she had on thin panties or none at all. Two young guys actually got out of line up ahead and back in line right behind us to get a better, up-close view! Real patriots, those two. 

She seemed to be oblivious to everyone else and gave her undivided attention to me as we chat, chat, chatted. She told me all about herself, her two kids, her family, and eventually about her husband, an airline executive, who she was sure was fucking his ditsy blonde 23-year-old administrative assistant he'd recently hired. As we slowly moved toward the voting machines, she said she was getting chilly, looked down at her hard-as-bullets nips, squeezed her boobs together with the insides of her arms, looked up, and asked, "You do like 'em, don't ya?" 

"Yes, just like the rest of the males, and even a few females, in here," I answered, quite honestly. She said, "You know, to be quite honest, I enjoy giving a little show, but, I swear, I didn't plan on doing that today. I slept in and just rolled out of bed to come vote, thinking I'd avoid the crowds by early-voting here today. I guess I'm doing my civic duty by providing a little titillation to keep voters in this god-awful long line." She had a point there, actually two points—right on the tips of her breasts. 

Seeing she was not the least bashful, I wrapped an arm around her to cup her left orb and, as surreptitiously as possible in such a densely packed place, twiddle its nipple between index and middle fingers. She continued gazing into my eyes, whispered, "I like that," licked her lips and bit the bottom one, and clamped an open hand on my buns. Blood rushed into my penis, and a little voice in my head said, "You're gonna get laid, dude."

After 45 minutes in line, we were finally up to the voting booths, and the poll worker asked for our IDs. We cracked up when we saw his nametag: Hi, my name is BARNEY. I heard him confirm the address on her voter registration card and noted that she lived only about a mile from me. 

It took practically no time to vote on the new touch-screen computers; I purposely lingered a couple minutes to finish at the same time as she in order to rendezvous with her outside. By then, it was pouring rain, so I raised my umbrella, and we ran together under it across the wide lot back to our vehicles, her big, nice boobs bouncing alluringly up and down. I do dearly love to watch a woman with big nice boobs run, and she definitely had very big, very nice ones.

We jumped in the luxury SUV, had a smoke, and she began talking frankly about her husband. "He's a great provider, wonderful with the kids, and fucks me most every morning, and, though he's real good in bed and I get off every time, he's always in a hurry, and I can just tell he can't wait to go screw his young little lame-brain secretary. I've found the shade of lipstick she wears on his undershorts countless times, along with cum stains."

There are times when the best thing to do is say nothing and do something, and I sensed this was just such a time—she was ready for a revenge fuck. So, I leaned across the console and planted a wet kiss on her voluptuous lips. She answered by plunging her tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated by wiggling a finger into her pussy. Already moist, it slid in easily, and, no, she was not wearing any panties. She responded by spreading her legs wide, so I slipped in another finger and thumbed her clit. With one hand, she expertly unbuckled my belt, unfastened my khakis, unzipped them, and fished out my turgid organ, caressing it while continuing to grind her crotch on my busy hand. "I like your cock," she said.

Moments later, she'd gotten all my clothes off but socks, and we hurdled into the back of the Navigator, where she got on top of me in a 69, sucked my dick deep into her mouth while licking and humming, and presented her pussy to me for our mutual oral pleasure. I tell you, she had the thickest, curliest shrub of pubic hair I've EVER encountered! I badly felt the urge to crack, "Looks like Bush is in the majority here," but somehow I managed to suppress it. 

I prefer shaved or closely trimmed pubic hair, as that usually provides the best visual and tactile access. I momentarily had an image of myself donning a pith helmet, machete in hand, hacking through her crotch jungle like some 19th-century explorer of deepest, darkest Africa, yelling in a thick British brogue, "Pubica, Ungowa!" However, oddly enough, her pubes were SO long that I could easily peel them back to expose her pussy with its dark, puffy lips, and her extraordinarily rigid clit, which I licked and sucked with relish while parting its hood back with both thumbs. 

Holding her pubes out of the way as I was doing pulled her labia apart to reveal the inside of her vagina, a wonderfully slick, bright red, deep hollow tube just the right size for my 7 X 2 inch tool. Thanks to Ford and its excellent interior lighting on the Navigator, I could actually see her G-spot! While lick-sucking her clit, I could simultaneously rub that slightly rougher patch resembling the texture of the tongue with my fingertips to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. 

Her whole bottom was sopping wet with delicious pussy juice, and as I was sucking her scrumptious pussy lips, the tip of my nose was quite inadvertently rubbing against her teeny-weeny anus. At first, I didn't know what she was doing, but she had rocked her hips so that I would be rimming her bottom hole with my tongue. Oh, what the hell, why not?! So I did that while my chin was in her pussy and I vibrated fingers across her clit from below. Yep, she came again! It's just so wonderful to bring a girl to climax, and it was incredibly easy with this one.

I scooched back just a tad to give my neck a rest and just look at her magnificent bottom flesh flex, slap-squeeze it a few times, and enjoy the sight of her vulva at work on the thumb I held rigid on my chest. As I shifted, I heard something go "squeak." It was my old buddy, Barney, the rubber bathtub doll that had caused her door problem! He looked beat and in need of resuscitation, so I substituted the little dinosaur for my thumb, turning him upside down and sticking his nose in her pussy so that the tip of it would massage her G-spot while the top of his head rubbed against her clit. 

I repeatedly squeezed him to make it feel good for her, which, of course, caused him to squeak every time. Barney's squeaks were especially happy ones; it was the least I could do to repay him for the introduction to this extra-fine, horny housewife. Not unexpectedly, she quickly came. 

All the while I was going down on her, she was giving me absolutely great head, alternating between true deep-throating, in which I could feel her throat muscles swallowing around my shaft, and licking and sucking my dick inside her mouth, coordinating her hands and fingertips on my balls and base of my rod. When she'd cum, she'd stop moving and just suck hard on it until she wound down, then get back to full blow-job duty.

The funny thing was that, though she was making all kinds of this-is-good-sex sounds, the only thing that she'd actually say was the occasional, "I like your cock." Not a problem, just amusing to hear the same phrase over and over against the background noise of the rain splattering on the roof and Talk of the Nation on the radio. The only time she said something different was when she orgasmed with the little rubber dinosaur, "Good Barney." I laughed out loud at that one!

We went at each other in that 69 for a really long time until she pulled her high-vacuum mouth off my dick with a loud "pop," twirled around, mounted me, and began to fuck me at just the right pace—not too fast and not too slow. In just a few minutes, I could hear some people were getting in their car beside us, but the smoked glass and the dark clouds kept us under cover—I thought—until I heard a kid say, "Daddy, Daddy, there's some people in that car!" Maybe the SUV was visibly rocking. At any rate, she kept on fucking, and no one interrupted us.

She still had on that undershirt-material gown thingy, and up until then, I had intentionally left it on her, though, of course, it was pulled up around her waist. With a very pretty face and beautiful, soft, dark hair; slender arms and legs; a slim, sexy tummy and navel; a gorgeous, sink-your-teeth-into-those-muscular-buns ass; the fabulous pussy I already described; and covered in exquisitely smooth, medium-dark skin, this woman did not have any parts that were not excellent. Yet, her lovely breasts were the first thing I'd seen, and I had just fixated on them from the get-go, deciding to "save the best to the last."

Since the rain had made them pretty visible, and she had subsequently perspired through the gown thingy inside the SUV to make them real visible like a wet tee-shirt contest, it was not as though I could not see and feel them, but they were still covered by the thin fabric. With her now atop me, it was the right time to reveal them to myself in all their completely unobstructed, bare glory.

So I lifted up the gown, and she took it the rest of the way over her head. Wet with perspiration, it hung on her face, so she snatched at it and bonked her head HARD on the roof. I knew it was painful, but she got over it in a few moments, and started rocking up and down on my banana again. Note to Ford: Offer the Sexual High Performance Package option, which includes a raised cargo-area roof, built-in auto-inflatable mattress and neck pillows, and custom rear storage bins for lube, sex toys, and, of course, Barney. 

Anyway, oh my Lord, her yabbahoes were glorious—even better than I thought they'd be. They heaved up and down and up and down as she fucked me, so firm yet so pliable, almost as if they were in slow motion. Softball-size on her small frame, they were close together so that there was always cleavage, made even deeper when she'd squeeze her upper arms together, which she often did. When she was still, they stuck straight out over her rib cage, the nipple/areola assembly precisely in the middle of each one. 

She bent forward to offer them to my mouth, and I eagerly accepted. Though her nipples were already rigid, when I sucked them they got even harder and longer, drawing up nearly the entire surrounding areolas to make dark missiles seemingly posed to fire directly from the launching pads of the olive skin on her boobs below. I wondered if famous rocket scientist Robert Goddard might have been inspired by similar such nipples.

The most amazing thing was that, in that stimulated, wet-with-my-saliva state, her nipples looked almost exactly like her clitoris, and even more amazing, they were nearly as sensitive! With my dick inside her pussy yet perfectly still, I could lick-suck her nips just as I'd done her clit, and less than a minute of doing that, she'd cum. Then I'd go to work on the other boob, do the same thing, and she'd cum again. When she rode me hard while I sucked both nips at the same time (They don't call me Big Mouth for nothing!), she had an Earth-moving orgasm with her whole body twitching and writhing for several minutes, followed by the familiar "I like your cock." 

I came within a hair of cumming, saved only by an imaginary dialogue with trusty Barney, who coached me through it to maintain control.

When she finally wound down from that mother of all orgasms, we were literally dripping wet with sweat, confined as we were to the warm and humid SUV without any air circulation. I was watching perspiration trickle between her heaving breasts when she said, "I have a special request. Let's have a smoke, then, would you please titty-fuck me? I simply love that!"

Was she a mind-reader? That's exactly what I was thinking! I mean, you look up "titty-fuck" in the dictionary, and her boobs with my cock between them are right there. "I can think of nothing I'd rather do more, but can we crack the windows and get some oxygen before we both suffocate?" So, that's what we did, climbing back into the front and thankfully finding a couple half-full bottles of tepid but wet Dasani water to quench our thirst. On my bottle, I noticed a smudge of bright pink lipstick—not a color compatible with her complexion—and figured it must be from hubby's young "fuckretary." No point in bringing that up now.

I sat in the front passenger seat, and she straddled my lap. As we smoked and drank and talked about the weather, she caressed my dick while I played with her boobs and fingered her twat. 

There in the front cabin, the side windows and, of course, windshield, were not smoked, which meant that she was on display from three directions. The wire fence in front of us did nothing to block the view from the windows of the house on the other side—the rectory, no less! The tall SUV put the cabin above the roofline of my car to the left, so that anyone could see her from that way. Same thing to the right, and the now vacant adjacent space positively invited spectators. But she didn't give a care, sitting proudly erect in my lap, waggling those spectacular tits in my face. She was just so damn relaxed about sex, notwithstanding that we were in her husband's Navigator parked in a church parking lot! 

Finishing our smokes, she wonderfully French-kissed me, then kissed my ears and neck and down my chest and stomach, dragging her breasts with nips at full attention against my skin as she did so. Kneeling in the floorboard, she first kissed my cock and balls, then licked them to get them very wet, and then literally slobbered between her boobs to get them very wet, too. Actually, we were still wet with sweat, but you know, the wetter and slipperier, the better. 

She leaned slightly forward so that my dick nestled in the deep cleavage with her boobs dangling around it. Tossing her sweaty brown hair back over her shoulders and arching her back, she looked straight up into my eyes so that I could easily see her pretty face and my cock between her glistening orbs. I slowly slid up and down, and she matched the pace with her own rocking motions while tickling my neck and chest with her fingertips. Once again, she uttered the familiar refrain, "I like your cock."

To say this felt—and looked—terrific would be a gross understatement. We gradually picked up the pace, but I was a long way from cumming. Before things would get dry from friction, she'd take a titty-fuck time-out to re-wet everything with her prodigious saliva by way of agile lips and tongue. During one of these time-outs, I reached into the back for Barney, which I placed between my feet so I could rub his nose into her pussy and against her clit. Upon resuming the titty-fuck, I got my hands around her tits so I could press them together and twiddle the nipples between my fingers. She loved that!

"Slish, slosh, slish, slosh" went my cock between her boobs; "I like your cock" came the words from her mouth; "Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak" went Barney in her vulva. I guess you could call it a three-way, but that might be a stretch! Sweat streamed down our faces. 

She came 2 or 3 times, and though this felt fantastic and despite that I was squeezing her boobs tightly around my shaft, my own orgasm was not yet on the radar screen. Sexual mind-reader that she was, she pulled my hands away, replaced them with her own, bent her head down, and began giving me an SBJTF, a simultaneous blow-job/titty-fuck, if I may coin a new term. A woman has to be built just right and have the technique down pat to do an SBJTF, and she had both: very large breasts, firm yet pliable, high on her chest; and the ability to suck dick with her chin on her chest while using both hands to coordinate up-and-down breast motions. Though I've had SBJTFs before, this woman added a first-ever dimension—tickling my balls with her fingertips on the under side of her tits. 


Barney Bangs Becky



"Dr, Barnard Steele" read the brass plate on the heavy wooden door. The name was correct but Barney wasn't even close to having a doctorate and, in fact, was a high school dropout. He called himself a Doctor of Hypnosis and, since there is no such thing and he had no phony diplomas on display, he could get away with it.

Actually, Barney wasn't really as big a phony as it might sound like. He learned hypnosis from a book he sent for using a coupon from a comic book and took such an interest that he went on to study the subject extensively. Besides being very well read, he had a natural aptitude for it and these two qualities combined to make him successful. Barney advertised in the classified ads of local newspapers that he was a doctor of hypnosis and could help people quit smoking, drinking, overeating or other bad habits. He was completely sincere, enjoyed considerable success and had genuine testimonial letters to prove it. He helped people and made good money doing it, and Barney liked both those aspects of his profession.

There is another aspect that he doesn't tell people about. When he has somebody in a hypnotic trance, he gives them suggestions that help them fight cravings and eliminate their addictions. That part is no secret, but there are other things he can also do with a person in such a state and he can cause that person to forget it ever happened. He would never steal from anybody because he has too much integrity but he sees nothing wrong with fucking, and otherwise enjoying the sexual favors of any good-looking woman who comes seeking his help.

On this particular day, he looked over his appointment book and saw that his last one, scheduled for mid-afternoon, was with a woman named Rebecca. Ever since the first episode of "Cheers" when it started co-starring the beautiful, sexy Kirstie Allie as Rebecca Howe, the name has had an attraction for him and he was interested in seeing what this woman looked like. When she came in and introduced herself, he was pleasantly surprised to see that his new client somewhat resembled Kirstie Allie as she had first appeared on the show, with long, reddish-brown hair, fair skin and generous facial features, except that Rebecca had an even sexier figure. As soon as he saw her, Barney decided that he would provide the best services he could for her, followed by hours of what he expected to be extremely enjoyable sex.

As usual, after accepting a check for his fee, he interviewed her while she sat on the large, comfortable sofa, recording certain facts, that she was 32 years old and had been a heavy smoker for the last 18 of those. Her heavy smoking, more than three packs on some days, was the reason her marriage had failed and why she was unattached at the time, even though she was truly a beauty. Men couldn't stand the stench of tobacco on her breath, her hair and her clothes. She desperately wanted to quit for that and other reasons, such as a concern for her health and saving money. There had been many attempts, but she had never had any success in beating her powerful addiction. Barney could only promise that he would give it his best try and told her, in complete honesty, that he usually succeeded in cases such as hers. What he didn't tell her was that most of the time they would be together that day would be spent in having sex on the sofa and doing whatever he wanted.

After learning what he needed to know, his soothing voice, skillfully used, quickly put Becky, as he immediately started calling her, into a trance. After locking all the doors and closing the blinds, he began his therapy. Calling on his considerable ability, he deeply implanted in her mind a strong distaste for cigarettes or tobacco in any form. He also impressed on her the desire to breathe air free of smoke. The therapeutic part of the session lasted only a small fraction of the time he had available and when he had done as much as he could, he started on what he really wanted to do.

The first thing he did for himself was to use post-hypnotic suggestion to make sure that Becky remembered nothing of what was said or done at their session, except what related to giving up tobacco. With that done, he began the seduction part.

"You love me dearly, Becky, and you will do anything for me."

"Yes Barney. I love you so much. So very much." He preferred to have his sex partners call him by his first name. Other clients called him "Doctor".

"Take off your blouse, Becky, and take off your bra."

With no hesitation and without speaking, the lovely young woman unbuttoned her silky green blouse and stripped it off. She reached between her shoulder blades, unhooked her bra and pulled it off too, letting her luscious breasts swing freely. To avoid wrinkling, both garments were carefully placed on the arm of the sofa.

"Your breasts are very beautiful." He was absolutely telling the truth about that because they were large and firm and topped by big nipples that looked as if he was going to really love licking and sucking on them.

"I'm glad you like them."

"Stand up and take off your skirt, Becky, then turn around and lie down on your back. Put one of the pillows under your head."

Once again there was no hesitation. She stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped her white linen skirt and bent over to step out of it, one foot at a time. Becky was still wearing high-heeled shoes and Barney wanted her to leave them on. He gets more enjoyment out of sex with a beautiful woman when she is wearing shoes like those. She turned around slowly, showing off her beautiful figure, especially her ass, encased in aqua panties that matched her bra. The skirt was carefully added to Becky's other things on the sofa arm and the nearly naked young beauty lay down as she had been ordered. Before going any further, Barney took off his shirt and hung it on the back of a chair.

Naked above the waist, he knelt beside the sofa and put one hand under a breast. "Put your hands under your breasts, Becky, and hold them up for me. I want to lick them and suck on them. Do you want me to lick and suck your breasts?" With some women he would have started by kissing them but he wanted to stay far away from Becky's foul smelling breath.

"Yes, Barney. I want you to lick and suck my breasts." She cupped her hands under them to present them to his mouth.

Leaning over, he licked the nearest one a few strokes and did the same for its lovely twin. Her nipples were large and after a few strokes, Barney felt them turning rigid under his tongue and he heard Becky murmuring happily over what he was doing. As he continued licking, moving his mouth back and forth between them, her murmurs turned to cooing and her upper body started squirming on the sofa. Her nipples felt even better to his tongue, with the tiny, hard ridges they developed. When he looked in the direction of her pussy, he saw wet spots and smelled the delectable fragrance of pussy juices.

These were not responses that Barney had ordered and he was flattered by them until he realized something. Even though she was a beauty, Becky had been without a significant other for a long time. Presumably, it was because of her tobacco breath and the odor that would cling to her clothes and hair and because she would always have to stop what she was doing for a cigarette. She was horny and her reactions were the normal ones of a horny woman. Barney felt good about that. Not only could he help cure her tobacco addiction, he would cure her horniness too.

"Do you like me to lick your breasts?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes! I like it very much. It feels really good; please keep doing it."

Barney also really enjoyed it so he did as she asked. After another minute, he drew one of the luscious globes into his mouth and began sucking gently on it. His lips formed a seal on her soft, supple flesh and while he sucked, his tongue continued to lovingly caress his client's nipple and areola. Once again he changed his attentions back and forth between the succulent mounds and the movements of Becky's upper body became more pronounced as she thrust her breasts into his mouth.

"Uhhhh. Uhhhh," she moaned, while writhing on the sofa from the sexual pleasure she was getting. When Barney looked down her body again, her legs were spread apart, her pussy was squirming and the crotch of her panties had become soaked with her delectable juices. Although Becky's breasts were probably the most delightful he had ever had his mouth on, he knew that eating her pussy would be even better.

He got up and knelt on the sofa between her legs. "I want to take off your panties, Becky. Is it allright if I do that? Do you want me to take off your panties?"

"Yes. Please take off my panties, Barney." She raised her ass off the sofa to let him do so.

He pulled her panties down around her lovely ass and hung them on a chair to dry, after first admiring Becky's beautiful pussy. Barney wanted no evidence of his activities to remain, and if her panties were wet with her pussy juices, she might realize she had become sexually aroused. For the same reason, he had been careful to avoid wrinkling her other clothing.

With the beautiful young woman lying naked on the sofa, Barney picked up another pillow and again knelt between her legs. "Raise your hips from the sofa, Becky. I want to put this pillow under you." Once again she complied.

"Raise your legs and rest them on my shoulders." When she had done so, he told her what he had in mind. "I am going to eat your pussy, Becky. Do you want me to eat your pussy?"

"Oh, yes," she replied, as her squirming became more pronounced at the idea. "I'd love to have you eat my pussy." He was going to do it anyhow, but Barney likes to have women say things like that to him.

"When I am eating your pussy, and later when we are fucking, enjoy it as much as you want. Let yourself go. Don't have any inhibitions against telling me or showing me how much you are enjoying it or how much pleasure you are getting."

"I won't. I really like having my pussy eaten and fucking, especially when you are the man doing it."

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, his fingers in her pubic hair, he leaned forward to start the feast. Before doing anything else, Barney gazed in rapt admiration at the pussy he was about to eat. Truly, it was a thing of great beauty, ivory skin with neatly-trimmed reddish-brown hair, lighter in color and fluffier than what she had on her head. The sparse strands did nothing to conceal Becky's dark pink lips that were wet and swollen with desire. Gently, he separated them to reveal her lovely pink vagina and, as he did, a cloud of delightful fragrance rose to please his nostrils. 

Knowing Becky's juices would taste even better than they smelled, Barney leaned forward to begin to lick them from her crotch. They were truly delicious, with a slight amount of tang from her perspiration. Greedily, he devoured everything there and all the nectar on the smooth areas between her legs and her pubic hair. Everything about doing what he was just starting to do is a joy to Barney, particularly with a pussy as beautiful and juicy as the one in front of him, but he would have to say the best part is the way everything feels against his tongue and lips.

Becky's felt especially good to him as he started licking a pair of her inner and outer lips. Slowly, starting at their origin, he licked between them and paid special attention to the swollen inner lip. Its sponginess was one of the most delightful sensations his mouth had ever experienced and he turned his head to hold it gently, just inside his mouth, and caress the lip with his tongue, taking a long time until he had reached its end, where it forms one side of her clit hood.

By the time he reached there, his client was moaning from the pleasure he was giving her, and her pussy was humping into the air. "Does that feel good?" he asked her. "Do you want me to do it some more?"

"Oh, yes! It feels just wonderful! Please, keep doing it."

His ego stroked by the unnecessary but very welcome comments he had elicited, Barney devoured the fresh juices and started licking Becky's other pussy lips. He did this the same way, taking his time and enjoying it even more because her increasing arousal had made them even more swollen and pleasing to his tongue. After he reached her clit hood, Barney's tongue caressed her there a few times and then he raised his head to survey the beautiful woman, fully sexually aroused and with no inhibitions against showing it.

Her eyes were closed as her head luxuriously tossed from side to side on the sofa's backrest. Becky's mouth was wide open and she was whimpering from the intense pleasure. Her upper body was writhing and either of her hands was fondling a breast, tweaking the nipple and increasing her level of lust. While her pussy was fucking up to meet where his mouth would be momentarily, Becky's hips were swiveling on the sofa cushion, thrusting her legs out over Barney's shoulders. He smiled as he beheld her because he knew that, good as it had been so far, the best part of eating her pussy, when she would start cumming, was still ahead. 

But not very far ahead. Although he could direct her mind, he had only limited control of Becky's body. Her body wanted to cum and, although he could delay it, Barney couldn't have prevented it, even if he had wanted to, which he didn't. Once again, he leaned forward and, after feasting on the wealth of fresh juices, started thrusting his tongue into the edges of her pink love hole, delighting in the nectar that spurted out.

After probing into all the sides of the pink hole that was the source of the ambrosia, Barney pressed his face against Becky's beautiful pussy and slid his tongue inside as far as he could. The feel of her lips against his and of her soft pubic hair against his cheeks was incredible. His tongue flexed up and down and swung from side to side, letting him feel the delightful texture inside her pussy. He kept his face plastered tightly against the most delightful place it had ever been until he had to stop and draw a deep breath.

When he pulled his face back, he knew it was time for her to cum. Her clit was so swollen it had crowded its way almost all the way out from under its protective hood and he pulled the rest of the protection away with his fingers. Barney's tongue probed briefly into the small, very sensitive space between Becky's engorged love button and her wet pink hole until he moved his mouth upward and engulfed her clit. As he had done earlier with her nipples, he sucked while caressing the swollen sides and top with his tongue.

After a minute of this treatment, Becky started cumming. "Oh!' she cried and her legs clamped onto Barney's temples. She grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face into her pussy, which was ramming against him so strongly her ass was bouncing off the bed. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she continued blurting out in time to the thrusts of her pussy. Barney hung on to her legs and kept Becky's clit firmly in his mouth as both of them enjoyed her cumming to the utmost. "OH!" she cried out abruptly, as her back arched thrusting herself against Barney's face one last time. After her orgasm, Becky collapsed onto the sofa, completely relaxed, her eyes closed and a big smile on her face.

There was a big smile on Barney's face too, as his tongue sluiced up all the delectable juices that had been produced. From eating Becky's marvelous pussy, he was as horny as she had been and wanted to fuck, so he left the wetness inside her love hole to perform their natural lubrication function. However, he greedily licked up all the nectar from her thighs and belly and the exterior parts of her pussy. 

When his treat had been all consumed, Barney went to his desk and got a condom out of the drawer. He decided against washing the leftover juices from his face. Later on, he would do so when removing all the evidence of what had been going on but he liked the smell of her pussy and he wasn't going to be kissing her anyhow. Sitting on the sofa again, he removed his shoes and socks and the rest of his clothing and rolled the condom onto his cock. Becky's legs were still spread so he knelt between them.

She was still smiling, especially when she saw Barney's cock, erect and encased in a condom. "Do you want me to fuck you, Becky? Do you think you will like my cock in your pussy?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. I want you to fuck me really well. I know I'll love your cock in my pussy."

His ego stroked at the request he didn't really need, Barney gave further instructions. "Put the pillow under your ass and hold open your pussy lips for me." When she was ready, he moved forward on his knees and guided his cock to the small hole that was waiting for him. Her legs spread and bent at the knees and her fingers holding herself open, Becky waited expectantly.

She didn't have long to wait. Barney put the tip of his cock against the tight hole and moved it up and down for lubrication. When it was slick enough, he gave a small push and it slipped through the tight entrance to the wet channel that was waiting.

"Ahh," Becky sighed, settling her head into the pillow.

It felt good to Barney too but I felt even better after a second short thrust squeezed an inch of his shaft into Becky's tight but very wet hole. He really loved the feel of her pussy clutching his cock and he loved gazing at her gorgeous body spread out below him, his to use any way he wanted to. With another thrust, another two inches entered her and Becky's body started squirming on the sofa.

"Do you like that? Do you like the feel of my cock in your pussy?"

"Yes, I really like it. It feels sooo good! I want your cock all the way in my pussy. 

Barney smiled because he wanted the same thing and, with a few more strokes, they both had what they wanted. Becky spread her thighs wider, letting in another fraction of an inch, and hooked her legs around his hips. Still moving slowly, he drew back so just the head of his cock was still inside her, paused, and thrust forward all the way in again. While his shaft was sliding into her, she flexed her legs and pulled herself forward to meet him, taking it all the way into her pussy, their pubic hair mingling. 

"Ohhhh," she moaned without prompting. "I love the way that feels. Please keep fucking me."

That was what Barney wanted too and he slowly thrust his cock in and out of the tight pussy that was thrusting back to meet him. He remained upright, on his knees, for two reasons. He reveled in watching Becky's beautiful body as it moved on the sofa, her large, firm breasts tossing back and forth, and he didn't want to get too close to her face, with her breath smelling of tobacco. Otherwise, with somebody as beautiful as his client, he would have preferred the more intimate full-body contact.

Slowly, for a long time, they fucked, their moans of pleasure forming a duet. Barney could feel his climax building and, from the sounds of Becky and the way she was thrashing in front of him, he knew she was also. "Are you ready to cum?" he asked her. "Do you want to cum yet?"

"Yes! Yes! I want to cum. Make me cum!"

Barney leaned forward so his face was directly above hers, his weight supported by his hands on the arm of the sofa. The change in position meant his cock would be entering Becky's pussy at a different angle and would be scraping against her clit every time it went in or out. He also started fucking her faster. 

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo yes! Ooo, that feels so good. Ooo, my pussy loves that." Becky proved she meant what she said by fucking back faster and harder to meet Barney's cock. "Ooo, I'm almost ready to cum!"

A minute later, Becky's prophecy came true. "Oh! Oh! I'm cumming!" she cried, joyfully. 

Barney remained above her, as he had been, but her hands grabbed his arms and held on tightly, while she thrust back at him faster, loving the feel of her clit being rapidly massaged. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she crooned, in time to the strokes of his cock and her pussy meeting each other. She had taken control of the pace but Barney matched her greater speed.




Barney



If her hands, mouth, and cleavage felt great singlely, combining all three proved to be exponentially better. Finally, after and hour and a half in the Navigator steam room, just as she popped her mouth off my cock for some air, I came, blasting spurt after spurt of warm man-juice onto her neck and boobs, which she maneuvered tightly around me to milk out every last drop. Best orgasm of my entire life! But I always say that.

Her whole upper body was dripping in rivulets of cum, and she slathered it all over her tits and tweaked her sperm-slippery nipples with the fingertips of one hand as she used the other to frig her pussy with Barney until she came yet again, smiling ear to ear. Wow!

Just as she was winding down from that climax, a pick-up pulled into the adjacent parking space. The rain had abated to a sprinkle, and talking loudly, three teenage boys—each carrying a Bible—got out. As soon as the driver saw her awesome, cum-covered tits, he literally went slack-jawed and motioned the others over. Knowing her exhibitionistic tendencies and taking advantage of the accessory switch already being on for the radio (NPR's Science Friday makes excellent background for car sex), I pressed the auto-down button to lower the already-cracked passenger-side window to provide a perfectly clear view.

So there were three wholesome church-going boys not three feet away ogling probably the finest pair of boobs they'd ever see. And she did not disappoint, hiking her boobs up with her hands from below to lick off my cum while saying "Mmmmm," then teethe and suck her own dark, bullet-hard nipples. Eyes big as offering plates, the kids were speechless. Before they came in their pants, I said, "OK, fellows, the show's over, but that should give you an image to jack-off to until you get to heaven," then closed the window.

Giggling and tits jiggling, she said, "That was fun. Horny teenage boys. They were kinda cute. Glad I've got daughters! My daughters!!! Oh, shit, it's 2:30, and I'm late to pick them up from school!!! "Time flies when you're having fun," I deadpanned.

So she wriggled back into the skimpy gown and madly brushed her hair while I redressed, sweat and still half-hard cock making it difficult to get my underwear back on. "I hate to fuck and run, but I really have to go, like right now," she said, leaning into me for a parting French kiss while I gave her luscious boobs a final squeeze and tweak, noting that her nips were still so pointy that they might just bore clean through the thin undershirt material.

"Here's my cell phone number," she offered, scribbling it onto a Post-It "We really should do this often, like every weekday around lunch! Call me. I like your cock."

And so, I said bye, placing my good buddy Barney in the center of the dashboard before I stepped down out of the SUV. Like me, he had a supremely satisfied look on his face. As I watched them speed away, I decided that early voting was, indeed, a very good thing. 



Barnyard Bitches



As kids Louisa Osborne and Julie Millar were almost inseparable. It was inevitable really, they were the only people on the farm that Louisa's father owned of a similar age. Everyone else was so much older and despite the fact that Julie was a year older than Louisa both girls got on famously and got up to all sorts of mischief and antics. Yet their backgrounds were so far apart. Louisa's father, as well as owning the estate and farm they lived on was a Major in the army and his family were renowned in the county for being rich and well connected. Julie's dad was a farm labourer who lived in a cottage rented from the Major and was barely educated. 

So the young girls played tennis together, ran together, swam together did everything that best friends of that age would do, they thought they could never be parted and never be anything other than best of friends.

Things started to change when it came time for Louisa to leave home and go to boarding school. Julie was by then at a local comprehensive school but still liked to spend most nights with Louisa. It was natural perhaps, what happened, both girls started making new friends, Louisa was back at the house less and less often and when she was had her 'rich' friends back staying with her. Julie came to dislike what Louisa was becoming, a snob she thought who had too quickly forgotten her roots. For her part Louisa grew to look down on common girls like Julie and wondered how they could ever have been friends. It was sad really but inevitable and both sets of parents had known it would happen but no-one realised how explosive the situation was to become.

Julie had developed into a very sexy nineteen year old. She was a naturally curvy girl with long, black hair and just the biggest breasts of any female in the area. She had developed breasts earliest in her class at school, had hated them to begin with then realised they were a real asset. She was short at just 5'5" and had a wonderful wide smile that complemented her friendly, open nature perfectly. Her face was neat and cherubic, her brown eyes appealing and her long lashes perfect for fluttering. Her looks and her attitude meant that she had been with a good number of boyfriends and always attracted young men's attentions.

Louisa was younger and an almost polar opposite. She was tall and thin, maybe too slim. She had shoulder length bright, blonde hair that was definitely her best feature, that undeniably went with her ice cold blue eyes. She was very flat chested and was becoming really self conscious about the fact, especially around more well endowed girls. She had, in general, a rotten attitude and looked down her nose at most people and adopted a very sharp manner and tone that she had perfected at her girls only finishing school. Visually she was quite angular and awkward but not without a 'posh girl' aura that turns many men on.

This all happened during Louisa's return home for her Summer vacation. With all her school friends busy she quickly tired of her mother and fathers company and at their urging contacted the cottage to speak to Julie. Things were a little frosty to begin with, but Julie was aware that Louisa's father was her dad's boss so didn't want to piss her off. Things went quite well though and soon they were reminiscing innocently about the past and Louisa asked Julie to take the next day off and have some fun catching up with her. Julie was initially reluctant because taking the day off would mean she wasn't paid and she could hardly afford that but Louisa was persistent (almost to the point of petulance) and she eventually caved in and they agreed to meet at the tennis courts the next morning at ten for a game.

It was a bright, sunny Summer morning and Julie strolled down to the tennis courts on the farm that the Major had had built especially for his daughter all those years ago. She had enjoyed dressing up in her white cotton shirt and her white short, tennis skirt and panties, her white socks and trainers completing her angelic appearance that her dark hair clashed brilliantly with. She arrived a few minutes early but was happy to stand and soak up the warm rays of the sun. Twenty minutes later when there was still no sign of Louisa she was starting to get annoyed, five more minutes passed and Julie was just about ready to head back home and make something of the day when Louisa sauntered down to the court, swinging her bag and smiling, wearing matching whites just like Julie. She made no apology and no comment to her lateness before pulling out a brand new professional racket and pinging a few tennis balls over the net.

"Come on Julie, ready for a beating?" she announced cockily.

Julie wanted to shake her head but gritted her teeth and told herself to not let it get to her. She bounced her hand on the strings of her old, weather beaten racket and imagined wiping the smug grim off Louisa's face by beating her in the game. But it was not to be, Louisa was too fast and too good for her and she thrashed her easily and what was worse, made plenty of comments as she hit each winner. Then when Julie actually hit a winner herself, that clearly landed on the line, Louisa called it out. It was too much for a hot and bothered Julie.

"No way, that was in. Easily!"

"I'm afraid not Julie. I saw it, I'm closer. It was out. I hope you're not calling me a liar?"

"No, but, it was in."

"No it was out I'm afraid. Now that makes it five nil me in games, just this one for the set."

She served out easily and Julie barely tried. She was cursing having wasted her day on this brat and wondered how she could have ever been friends with her. They finished up about noon and headed up the track together. Julie wondered why Louisa was coming with her because her house was the other way. Julie barely spoke a word. She perked up though when she saw Pete, one of the young farm hands coming down the lane in the other direction, his eyes lighting up at two teenage girls in tennis gear coming towards him.

What a sight they presented for him as they trudged up the path, Two teenage girls dressed in skimpy tennis outfits and lit up golden by a beaming sun overhead. Just the thing to lift his spirits after a hard morning's graft on the farm. Still as they came closer there was no mistaking that Julie was infinitely more attractive than the Major's daughter and as they came right up to his vehicle it was to her that he spoke and, indeed, openly flirted with. Julie took great pleasure returning the charm in kind and as they chatted and laughed together Louisa stood beside Julie and fumed. Why should this fool obviously fancy this common girl and show her no attention? Just because she had bigger tits? Silently Louisa raged, she had watched on all year at school as all her friends had got 'proper' boyfriends and had all kinds of guys show interest in them, while she had been left on the shelf. And now this, right then she was filled with hatred for her old friend and could happily have scratched her eyes out. She just wanted to get away but didn't want to make it so obvious so just hung around at Julie's side feeling more and more like a lemon.

Julie finally managed to tear herself away from him and the two girls headed up the path in an uneasy silence. Julie had been aware of Louisa's uneasiness as she had spoken with Pete but to be fair she was not really bothered, certainly not after the way the spoilt brat had acted at the tennis. Julie looked to her right and saw a couple of the horses in their coral in the nearby barn and walked over to them to pat them and to (hopefully) annoy Louisa even more. As she stood with her back to Louisa and patted the horse's nose she heard the sharp voice behind her.

"My god, you really are trashy aren't you. I bet you love flashing those fat tits of yours!"

Julie turned, shocked to stare right at Louisa, unable to believe she had made such a hurtful comment and that her voice was so full of venom. It was obvious she really meant the words. They couldn't have been worded any better to hurt Julie either, as she was self conscious about her weight and had to work hard to keep her figure and not let it slip to bigger.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" Julie asked incredulously.

"You heard me Miss Big Tits, it must be sad having to thrust those (she pointed at Julie's chest) under every man's nose, it's the only way anyone would pay any attention to a common slapper like you! From what I hear you're just like your mum!"

That was the worst comment of them all. Julie's mother had ran away with a family friend when Julie was only five, leaving her father to bring her up and Julie had had no contact with her mother since that moment. Her father had refused to discuss her with Julie but she had heard some members of her family describing her as 'loose', a 'tart' and even a 'slut'. Louisa was aware of how Julie felt about her mother and for to throw that at her was too much to take.

Julie deliberately took a step back and delivered a slap right across Louisa's cheek. The loud crack as palm struck cheek echoed through the deserted barn and the blonde's face started to turn a bright pink almost immediately. Louisa was stunned and stood there as Julie let go with a verbal volley too.

"Don't you ever mention my mother again you stuck up little bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are? It's not my fault no-one looks at you 'cos you're so fucking flat chested!"

Louisa snapped into action and returned the slap with interest, when her hand connected with Julie's cheek. For a few seconds Julie didn't react then the pain kicked in and she lost her control and grabbed for the blonde's hair and Louisa did like wise and the two stumbled around the barn, grunting in effort trying to pull at the others hair. Both girls made it to their knees and stared daggers at each other.

"You stupid cow, I'll show you!" shouted Louisa, her posh accent slipping somewhat.

"Yeah, we'll see you skinny bitch. It's about time someone beat some respect into you!" snorted Julie in retort.

With a growl Louisa lunged for Julie and once again the two teenagers rolled in the dust, straw and dirt, their white tennis outfits getting dirty with every roll. Louisa's fingers clawed to reach Julie's face and the older girl had to use her own hands to fend her attacks away finally managing to trap both Louisa's wrists in her hands and using her weight advantage and leverage to force Louisa's squirming arms down onto the ground above her head. Julie leaned down and her dark hair fell down to Louisa's face and snarled down at her foe.

"Give it up, you'll never beat me. Give it up before I hurt you!"

The blonde struggled but eventually realised how futile her efforts were and submitted.

But Julie was still angered at the comments and damage that the blonde brat had caused and decided that she should be taught a little lesson. She pulled Louisa over to a straw bale and sat on it and dragged Louisa onto and over her knees. She pulled up Louisa's short tennis skirt and pulled down her white cotton panties to expose the girls pale ass cheeks. Then she took immense satisfaction in delivering twenty hard spanks across Louisa's bottom. Chastising her like a little girl with each blow, hoping that it would knock some common sense into the snob her old friend had become. Finally, Louisa begged Julie to stop, apologising as she shouted. Julie dropped her to her knees and stood up over her.

"Well I hope you've learned your lesson Louisa. You can't speak to people like that and treat them like dirt. They just won't stand for it."

"Fuck you!" spat Louisa and scurried away from her former friend.

Louisa was hot at how Julie had woman handled her and as they stood apart, breathing hard she straightened her back and threw her long hair back in a spoilt, superior fashion. She held her hand up to halt Julie advancing on her and spoke in the most haughty, arrogant fashion imaginable.

"Stop this immediately! I demand you stop! I mean it, if you take one more step towards me I'll have you and your father turfed out of that cottage of my fathers before this day is over!"

Just like that the atmosphere in the barn changed. Louisa realised and hammered home her verbal advantage.

"Yes, that's right isn't it? You need to learn who is in charge here. You are nothing more than a lowly tenant and if I clicked my finger my Daddy would see you and your father ruined forever. He wouldn't find farming work around this are if Daddy didn't want him to would he?"

Julie wanted to stop her words, to prevent her continuing but she was suddenly crippled by fear. She knew that what Louisa threatened was true enough, beforehand she would never have believed that she would carry through such threats but now? Her words held such malice and weight it was all to easy to see the little bitch sticking it to her and by virtue of association, her dad, and no way did he deserve that, not after all he had gone through.

"Ok Louisa, I'm sorry. Please don't be hasty. It was all a mistake, a big misunderstanding. You don't need to tell anyone what I did."

Louisa's mouth curled into the cruellest of smiles. She was a bad apple alright, she had changed and become a twisted and warped young woman. All she could think about was the position of power she had over Julie and how the older girl had just physically bested her. That she had deserved it and had been acting like a spoilt brat was not even in her consciousness. Louisa stood there for a moment, almost as a Cobra viewing its prey as she glared at Julie. This made her feel strange. Good, but strange, almost like it turned her on. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of the brief scuffle they had had but she thought not. No, it was the intoxication of holding power over someone and she so desperately wanted to reach her hand under the hem of her tennis skirt, pull her panties aside and play with herself, so excited was she.

"I can't actually believe you spanked me, why never mind what Daddy would say, I could report you to the police!"

Julie swallowed her pride and what she actually felt about how Louisa had been to plead for her leniency.

"I'm sorry Louisa, it was wrong, you just riled me, saying that about my mum, I'm sorry, please don't tell your father, we need that house you know that! Please, I'll do anything!"

Hearing Julie beg so pathetically only served to excite Louisa further, she thought back to all the times when they were younger where she had followed Julie's lead and done what she had said because she was the elder. She had never realised what power she actually held over her. Louisa's mind was a whirl of dark, mischievous thoughts. The years away at her all girl boarding school had been full of frustration, dreams and sexual awakenings like any growing teenager but hers had been kinkier, perhaps, than the norm. And she had suddenly lost all inhibitors and saw that she had Julie, figuratively, over a barrel and there would be no holding her back.

"Anything? Well we'll see. You know it was extremely humiliating what you did to me, spanking me like that, I think I should do the same to you!"

Julie's face flushed bright red but something in the younger girls tone suggested that arguing would be pointless so she just nodded her assent.

"Yes, I thought so. Well get stripped off then!"

"What?"

"Oh didn't I say? Well I meant to. I think we'll do this for maximum embarrassment for you, I want you to get undressed like the naughty girl you are and then crawl over here for me to spank you. Go on, get a move on!"

Julie tried to talk to her old friend, tried to dissuade her but she was increasingly realising that it was a fruitless exercise. Eventually, accepting the inevitable she reached down to grip the bottom of her T-shirt.

Licking her lips nervously Julie gave Louisa one last look to see if she would see sense and back down but the spoilt little bitch was nodding her encouragement and had a look on her face that Julie had never seen before and did not like at all. Julie lifted the shirt up and off over her arms and dropped it on a bale of hay by her side, then she wiggled her sweet ass out of her skirt and placed them on top of her shirt. She stood there in just her bra and pants and despite the physical exertion she had just gone through, despite the warm day outside, she was shivering.

"And the rest Julie, I think you've forfeited any right to modesty, haven't you?"

God, Louisa looked and sounded like a totally different person, she had changed so much, and not for the better. Uncomfortably, Julie reached behind her and unclipped her big bra and reluctantly let it drop, revealing her large breasts to her former friend. Louisa stepped forward and appeared to be almost transfixed by Julie's tits. They were so large (especially compared to hers), like two big, ripe melons bulging from her chest. Julie flinched as Louisa's hands felt her breasts and slowly, smoothly ran over them until she finally brushed over her large nipples and stood back again, and impatiently directed her to finish the job. This Julie did by hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her white thong panties and nervously pulling them down, past her knees, to her ankles and eventually off. She stood naked, trying to cover herself up a bit as Louisa walked to the far side of the barn.

"Right then Julie, I'm glad to see your willing to apologise for your treatment like this, just you keep doing what you're told and I'm sure Daddy won't have any reason to evict your father and you from the cottage. Now come over here. No, don't walk, I want you to crawl over to me and beg for my forgiveness."

For some unknown reason Julie had the most uncontrollable urge to laugh at all this, how could their day have ended up like this? Nevertheless she still lowered herself onto her hands and knees and slowly crawled across the dusty, dirty barn floor towards Louisa. This was so embarrassing for her, her big tits were nearly touching the floor as she moved and she was so conscious of that and how stupid she must look as she approached Louisa. She came to a shuffling halt at Louisa's feet and slowly looked up at the smirking younger girl. And not only was she smirking but she had succumbed to that burning desire to finger her pussy and her hand was entrenched in her panties and moving vigorously as Julie looked up. She was done hiding how turned on she was with being in this situation of power, she didn't care, what was Julie going to do anyway? There wasn't much more she could do but crawl at her feet and look disgusted (which she did do).

"Funny, you were quick enough to take my pants down earlier when you were spanking me, take them off again! Why should my fingers do the work when I can use your tongue?"

Julie looked up at Louisa with even more incredulity than before, this day was getting more and more bizarre. Did Louisa really expect her to pull down her panties with her mouth? And yet why did Julie not say or do anything as Louisa lifted the front of her white panties and carefully place the waistband between Julie's teeth?

"Now take them down and have a look at how wet I am!"

This was making Julie feel so weird, in her mind she desperately did not want to do this but there was something deep inside her that was reacting to it, strangely accepting being dominated like this and maybe even enjoying it - she was so confused. Not so confused that she did not do what Louisa demanded as Julie slowly lowered her head, jerkily taking Louisa's knickers with it. And yes she was extremely wet, so wet that Julie had to actually give a real tug with her teeth to separate the fabric from her crotch before sliding them down her athletic thighs to her ankles. And even though she really did not want to, she could help staring at the glistening curls of Louisa's sopping wet pussy hair and lips. The effect was hypnotic to her, she couldn't take her eyes off Louisa's pussy, she had never before seen another girls private parts, never mind from such close quarters. The heat of the day and their earlier physical exertions mixed with the hot, sticky atmosphere in the barn was having it's effect on both girls too and when Louisa reached down and pulled Julie's face right on to her pussy Julie offered no resistance.




Barnyard Bitches



"Get your tongue in there and start licking, you'll do what I say from now on!"

And Julie did it, she stuck out her tongue, moved it through the wet pubic thatch and found the sensitive skin of Louisa's protruding clit and her swollen, wet pussy lips. Neither girl had done this before but they seemed to instinctively know what was required. The touch of the older girls tongue instantly sent shivers through Louisa and she nearly fell over, steadying herself just by sitting down on the nearby bale and parting her legs even further. Julie's face stayed on her crotch, her tongue probing deeper as both girls got totally carried away. Louisa moaned with newly discovered pleasure and easily pulled her shirt off and began to play with her own breasts, rolling her long nipples in her hands and gently pinching them as Julie continued to lap at her pussy.

The rich girl felt she was near the point of cumming and somehow managed to stop herself and push Julie's face away from her crotch. Their eyes locked and shared a moment they would never forget, each assuming their roles in their new relationship, Louisa very much in charge and Julie now becoming a more willing participant and follower. Louisa undid her short skirt and tossed it aside to leave her as naked as Julie and arched herself back on the bale.

"Use you fingers, I want your finger's inside of me and make me cum - all over your face!"

Julie nodded submissively and did exactly as she was told, kneeling back a way to slide her index and middle finger right inside Louisa's tight cunt and then begin to pump them in and out of her, building up pace as she went until losing all sense of control and fucking Louisa with her fingers in a frenzied fashion. That was quickly too much for Louisa and she came in a fast spray that fountained up from her body and all over Julie's face until both girls lay exhausted, Louisa on the bale and Julie on her knees. Finally, Julie looked up and almost pleaded with Louisa to do the same for her. Gasping and still trying to recover, Louisa was as aloof and as superior as before in her response.

"No chance, if you want me to go down on you you'll need to shave your pussy bald, I won't subject my tongue to your horrible hair. You can cum though, just you kneel there and play with yourself while I recover!"

Julie was really frustrated, she needed to cum really badly, the last half hour or so had built the sexual tension inside her like never before in her life but to play with herself with Louisa watching was something she would never have even considered until a few minutes ago. Unerringly her right hand, still coated in Louisa's juices, dropped to her own crotch and found herself absolutely soaking wet and she did not have the self control to stop herself begin to finger and rub her clit.

Julie's lower teeth were almost biting into her lip, such was the intense concentration she had as she played with herself, rubbing her clit frenetically. For the moment all thoughts about this situation were banished from her mind, the only thing she was concentrating on was getting herself off. She had masturbated a few times herself in the past, dreaming about hunks she had seen at the movies or on TV but to do it in front of Louisa was way beyond anything she would have ever considered before today. But the memory of the way in which Louisa's pussy had exploded with juices earlier and the weird way she was enjoying being domineered by her friend had her hotter and wetter than she had ever felt before. It would surely only take a few minutes of this treatment for her too to have a mind blowing orgasm. Her hand got faster, her ability to stifle her moans lessened and she could feel the juices build up inside her ready to escape when suddenly her hand was brought to a halt. She opened her eyes to see Louisa there smiling and holding her arm back.

"No more for now Julie. You'll come when and how I say and not before or else I'll have a quiet word with Daddy, Ok?"

Julie actually whimpered as an answer, she was so disappointed and frustrated and for a moment tried to pull her hand free to continue but one look at Louisa's blue eyes dissuaded her and she knelt there desperately thwarted. But not for long. Louisa had used the time while Julie played with herself to scan the barn and had spied a most interesting piece of equipment at the far side of the barn. She got up and collected the sickle and brought it over to Julie, handing her it handle first. It was a small hand sickle and had a long, thin wooden handle.

"I want to see you use this like a cock, I want you to fuck yourself with this and cum all over it. You can cum but only if you use this!" 

Despite the bizarreness of the object Louisa had just handed her Julie did not hesitate. She was absolutely desperate to cum and right then did not care what she used to achieve it - her fingers or this wooden handle. She plunged the long wooden handle inside her wet pussy, meeting minimal resistance and began to rapidly fuck herself with it. Louisa was standing over her, taking great interest in the action and watching with a look of disdain on her face, indicating her new found contempt for Julie. Still, it was interesting.

Julie quickly came to a juddering, shaking, writhing climax on her knees and when she finally pulled the sickle's handle from her pussy it was coated in her juices and glistening in the rays of sunlight that penetrated the barn.

"Lick it clean!" was Louisa's barked order.

Gaining a semblance of control and sense Julie made to resist and argue but Louisa quickly spoke over her.

"You will! That is a farm implement and as such my Daddy's property and you have soiled it so you will bloody well clean it. Now do it immediately if you don't want me telling on you!"

Julie reluctantly brought the handle up to her lips and moved them apart to accept the handle in and began to suck it clean.

"Mmmm. I bet a slut like you has sucked a lot of cocks, haven't you Julie? You look to be quite the oral expert. Look at the way you are doing that, you must be quite the cocksucker."

With the afternoon wearing on Louisa still had one last item on her agenda and after making Julie suck the handle clean she bade her to stand up and bend over Louisa's knee. Julie knew what was coming - she was going to be spanked in repayment for her earlier actions. Blushing she bent over and presented Louisa's with her nice, firm, round bottom.

"Very good. You know this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me..."



Barnyard Boning



Phil and Dale slipped into the barn that they frequented for oral sex. It was at the edge of Phil's family property. The sun shone warmly through the window near the roof of the barn, and a cool breeze blew through. It was one of those days where clothing becomes optional. Phil wore only a light t-shirt and jeans, his muscular arms and chest showing through. Only turning 21, he had a square jaw and bristle from his starting beard. At 19, Dale was a little on the thin side, with a younger boyish face.

"Happy birthday, big boy," Dale said, getting on his knees in front of Phil and unzipping his jeans.

"Just shut up and suck it, bitch," Phil answered. Dale was happy to oblige.

"Hey, I'm about to score with Emily, so I won't need your slut mouth anymore." 

Dale doubted Emily could enjoy sucking Phil's dick as he did. He set out to prove to Phil that his cock-sucking skills were irreplaceable.

Phil always faced the door, so he could put his dick away if anybody walked into the barn. He gazed into the sunlight, thinking about Emily's firm young tits and nice ass as Dale licked the tip of his cock and swirled his tongue over the head. Dale's tongue swished down the shaft to Phil's balls. Phil worked to hold in a groan, staring off into the distance. Dale sucked the balls, taking each into his mouth, until Phil looked down at him slapped his cock on Dale's face. Dale knew what that meant and licked back up the shaft, taking Phil's meat into his month. It wasn't long before Dale was deep-throating Phil's seven-inch cock.

Suddenly, Phil pulled his dick out of Dale's mouth. He stepped back and stuffed his now throbbing unit back into his pants. Dale tried to get up, but it was too late.

"What the hell's going on in here?!" Phil's dad yelled as he walked into the barn. "What's going on Phil? I've been calling for you for 15 minutes." 

"Nothing dad ... " Phil answered.

"Phil, get out of here son," Phil's dad, Chuck , said. "You got chores to do."

Phil began to leave. As he looked at Dale, he mouthed the word "slut." Dale felt humiliated, but he knew Phil was a jerk and he began to get up off his knees.

"You wait here Dale," Chuck said, looking at Dale sternly.

" But I just .. " Dale said watching as Phil left the barn.

Chuck waited until his son was out of earshot.

"Now look, Dale, I know my boy ain't no faggot, he's just waiting to get some pussy. But you on the other hand, out here on your knees every day, begging for his cum. You're something else."

"Mr. Thompson," Dale said, shaking his head. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want anyone to know he was a cock sucker, except Phil.

"I don't think your father would be too proud if he knew you were back here on you're knees ..."

"Please don't tell my dad," Dale interrupted him.

Dale looked at Chuck, who had only just turned 40. He was in pretty good shape from working on the farm, Dale thought. His body was wiry and muscular.

"I'll do anything," Dale said, looking away from the man.

"I know you will boy, so just stay on your knees."

Dale got back on his knees as Chuck walked over.

"No wait," Chuck said. "Take off your pants."

"Mr. Thompson, I don't think so . . ."

"Alright I guess I'll just tell your dad about this," Chuck said, pretending to get ready to walk out of the barn.

"But you wanted me to suck your cock . . ." Dale said desperately.

"I think he'll take my word over the cock sucker," Chuck answered. "Look I know you're dying to blow me, so just take your fucking pants off."

Dale slid his shorts and boxers off as Chuck unbuttoned his pants. Dale was embarrassed because his cock was as hard as a rock.

"Just dying to suck me ain't you bitch," Chuck said with a grin on his face. He pulled down his pants and unveiled his eight-inch, thickly veined cock.

Dale kneeled before Chuck on the smooth dirt of the barn. As Chuck pulled his jeans around his waste to his thighs, he stroked his penis and looked at Dale's smooth round ass. Leaning toward Chuck's hard dick, Dale arched his back so his butt would stick out for Chuck's viewing pleasure. Chuck wasted no time, he pressed his cock into Dale's mouth and quickly began to fuck his face. With a firm hand on the back of Dale's head, Chuck pumped his hips back and forth. It wasn't long before Dale's nose was getting stuffed in Chuck's pubic hairs.

Dale noticed that Chuck had a salty, manly flavor and scent. His cock was a good bit thicker than his son's. Chuck probed his cock deep into Dale's throat and Dale pulled his head back, trying not to gag. Dale looked up at Chuck, who slid his cock in and out of Dale's soft lips more gently now.

Chuck's toe curled as Dale swept his tongue along the tip of his penis.

"Just keep your focus on the dick," Chuck said when Dale looked up at him with innocent eyes. He pushed Dale's gaze toward his belly and poked his penis into his mouth. Chuck then pulled his meat out of Dale's mouth.

"Stroke my cock while you suck my balls," he said.

Dale was slightly surprised to find himself totally under Chuck's control. He licked the soft hairy balls, sour and salty from a morning of work in the sun. Dale worked Chuck's balls for a while then licked up the shaft to the head of the cock. He traced his tongue along the head taking more and more of it into his mouth.

Chuck reached down and squeezed one of Dale's ass cheeks as he fucked the boy's face. He smacked it, leaving a bright, red hand print on Dale's exposed ass. Dale responded by fervently bobbing his head on Chuck's dick and shoving his face into Chuck's crotch until he almost gagged.

"Blow me slut," Chuck yelled. He fucked Dale's face hard until his cock exploded in Dale's mouth. Dale squeezed Chuck's butt cheek and swallowed his cum as Chuck's body quivered in ecstasy. Dale wiped his mouth, gathering the cum that escaped from his lips. He then licked that last drop of jizz oozing from Chuck's dick and looked up at him. Chuck was staring away in a daze.

Dale figured this was his chance to steal away and, still on his knees, he reached for his pants.

"Hold on a minute boy," Chuck said. "I ain't through with you."

"But I . . ." was all Dale could say.

"Keep on sucking until I get hard again, or I'll tell your Dad I found you sucking on my boy's dick."

Dale couldn't believe his debt to this man hadn't been repaid, but he took the softening cock back in his mouth. Chuck couldn't believe such a mindless slut had stumbled into his path. With Chuck's dick now partially soft it was easier for Dale to deep throat. Dale pushed his tongue against Chuck's penis, tracing circles along the shaft as he pumped his head on the cock. With Dale's attention, it wasn't long before Chuck had a hard-on again.

"Go ahead and bend over on that bale of hay," Chuck said.

"Mr. Thompson, I don't think this is such a good idea ... " Dale said, as he got up to bend over on the bale of hay. "I'm not just going to let you fuck me up the ass."

"Look bitch, now you bend over that bale of hay and stop giving lip, or I'll tie you up and fuck you in the ass without using any lube. Put this condom on me!" Chuck said, though he knew perfectly well Dale would do as he said.

Chuck tossed him a condom, and Dale grabbed it. He leaned over and took Chuck's cock in his mouth to make sure it was good and hard before sliding the condom on the once again engorged dick.

Dale got up and kneeled over on the hay bale, his ass totally exposed to Chuck. Dale could hear his dominator say "good boy." He kept his legs straight and his back arched as he leaned on the coarse straw, trying to look as sexy as he could for his master. 

Chuck looked at Dale's round ass. It was perfectly clean with only sparse soft hairs. Dale had obviously hit puberty late and hadn't grown much hair on his thighs and ass, which was surprisingly round for a thin young man. Chuck, who had already stepped out of his pants, walked over to Dale's exposed ass. He poured a generous gob of lube onto his fingers and rubbed it between Dale's ass cheeks. Dale responded by arching his back, welcoming the thick warm fingers .

Chuck then slathered his cock up in the lube. He briskly stroked his stiff member a few times to rejuvenate his hard on. When he felt a thorough rush he began to press his cock into Dale's tight asshole.

Dale groaned, his knees weakening slightly as the thick shaft probed his behind. He tried to relax and let it in, but he wanted to cry out in protest as the giant shaft pierced his tight opening. All he could do was moan incoherently.

Chuck wouldn't have relented even if he thought Dale was in pain, but he took Dale's moans as an expression of pleasure and pushed his cock even deeper into Dale's tight hole. He couldn't believe how snugly Dale's asshole grabbed his cock. He squeezed Dale's hips, sliding his hand down to Dale's butt cheeks, which he palmed before gently slapping them.

Chuck watched the side of Dale's face while sliding his penis ever deeper into the young ass. Dale's brow crinkled and his mouth rounded, emitting gasps as the cock plunged in further. In wasn't long before Chuck slid his cock all the way in, his balls slapping against Dale's exposed flesh.

Dale's legs had gone completely limp, the rear of his body was now completely supported by Chuck rocking his cock into his ass. The pain had subsided into the euphoric sensation of being completely impaled onto Chuck's dick. Dale had always fantasized about Phil fucking him up the ass, but he was now enjoying the domineering father plowing him from behind. As he regrouped and began to enjoy it, he lifted his legs and rocked his hips into Chuck's cock, driving it deeper inside of him.

Chuck groaned, sweat dripping from his body, and slapped Dale's ass again and again.

Just then someone called from outside the barn, shattering Dale's blissful thoughts. He looked up and behind him towards Chuck who continued pumping him as glanced at the entrance of the barn.

"HEY CHUCK! YOU BACK HERE"

Dale grew embarrassed, realizing it was Roger, the Thompson's strong, but slowwitted ranch hand he'd often poked fun at. Dale tried to pull himself away and cover himself up as he could hear Roger walking toward the barn, but Chuck grabbed his waist firmly, keeping him from moving as he jabbed his dick painfully and rapidly into Dale's hole.

"Right here!" Chuck yelled. He pushed his cock into Dale and forced him off of the hay, so he was bent over and facing toward the door as Roger entered the barn.

Roger, a hulking man, bristling with muscles, grinned as he walked into the barn.

"I always knew this little faggot was a slut. Open wide bitch!" he said as he dropped his overalls over his shoulder. He was now wearing only a flannel shirt and boxers. "Pull down my undies, slut boy!" he said to Dale.

"Do as he tells you," Chuck said, panting as continued to fuck the bitch, who took his hands from his knees and put the around Roger's waist.

Dale looked up Roger somewhat pleadingly as Chuck sent shock waves through his body. Roger, at 28, felt a bit guilty taking advantage of the slut, but he peered at Dale's young cock and saw it fully erect. So he pulled down his pants and let Dale's mouth rest on his cock.

Dale was now fully impaled, one cock deep in his ass and the other fucking his mouth. Roger put a hand on each side of Dale's head, guiding it as his cock slid into and out of Dale's mouth. A bit more sympathetic than Chuck, he let Dale determine how deep to take his cock. Roger's prick was also a good eight inches, though slightly thinner than Chuck's. But it had a nice curve that tickled the back of Dale's throat as he pumped the bitch's mouth. Roger told Dale to grab the base of his cock and tickle his balls as his mouth flew wildly up and down on the shaft. Dale did as best he could while being fucked so hard by Chuck. But it wasn't long before the three got a good fuck rhythm going.

Then Chuck, who was dripping with sweat, interrupted the grunting and thrusting.

"I'M CUMMING BITCH," he panted. "GET READY."

He pulled his dick from Dale's ass, and the slut fell to his knees. Roger watched and stroked his saliva covered dick.

Chuck got in front of Dale and began fucking his mouth intensely. He groaned as he came, the oozing cum dripping from Dale's mouth. He pulled out and stroked the last spurts of cum from his dick, slapping his cock on Dale's face.

His own cock near exploding, Dale looked up at Roger and Chuck, who grinned at each other. Dale knew his job wasn't done yet, as Roger still had a raging hard on. He faced away from Roger and bent over grabbing his ankles.

"I told you he was a slut," Chuck said.

"No kidding, looks like we've got us a good one," Roger said. Chuck handed him a condom, which he slid onto his dick. That done he began to fuck Dale vigorously up the ass. Dale moaned as the older men dominated him completely. He couldn't believe anything could feel this good.

Just then he could hold on no longer. Though no one had touched his cock, he let go of the biggest load he'd ever shot. It squirted onto the ground in massive spurts.

"Look at that!" Chuck laughed. "He just shot his load."

Roger grunted, fucking Dale's limp body faster and faster. Dale quivered as Roger plunged his engorged cock deep into his ass. He fucked Dale deep and hard. Reaching around he felt the slut's cock had once again become hard and he stroked it.

Dale couldn't believe it, but he came again as Roger thrusted his sword into his ass. Feeling the bitch's devotion to his cock, Roger let go inside of Dale, filling the condom with a thick gob of cum. He pulled out and slipped the condom off his cock and told Dale to turn around.

"Open your mouth bitch," he said. Chuck watched with a sinister grin on his face as Roger unloaded the dollop of cum into Dale's open mouth.

The two men put on their clothes and thanked Dale for the good fuck.

As he walked out Chuck said: "By the way. From now on, you suck me off and I fuck you when I want, or else everyone will know your little secret."

Then they left. Dale sat there for a moment, three loads of cum lingering in his mouth. And he realized, Chuck and Roger had stolen his clothes. He'd have to walk home naked.

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