0 comments/ 11542 views/ 0 favorites The Barn By: Raven Beaumont The sun beats down on the dry, baked earth. The heat shimmers and dances, rising from the buildings and wheat fields like a gossamer mist. Angry clouds gather in the distance. You and I are touring a farm that's for sale. The farm is large and we are making our last stop on the property, a large barn nestled at the edge of a grassy field. We walk hand in hand, the heat causing a fine sheen of perspiration to glisten on our bodies. The wind starts to pick up as the clouds move toward us. We contemplate saving the barn for later but Mother Nature decides for us as fat drops of rain begin to fall. Thunder booms and lightening cracks as the downpour begins. You start to run towards the barn pulling me along with you. Laughingly, I try to keep up with your long strides. Grinning, you pick me up and throw me over your shoulder as your long legs eat up the distance to shelter. We are completely drenched by the time we reach the barn door. By now the sky is filled with black clouds and an errie stillness settles in as the rain continues to pound the earth. You throw open the doors and hot air rushes out. Striding in, you put me down in the middle of the floor. Our hair and clothes are plastered to our bodies. We look around taking in the disrepair all around us. The barn is empty except for some old barrels and a large pile of hay in the corner. The air has a musty, unused tinge to it. You start to walk around while I sit down in the hay trying to shake the water from my hair. My shirt is sticking to my hard nipples, erect from the wet coolness. I pluck at my shirt trying unsuccessfully to pull it away from my nipples. I look up and see you standing before me, stripped to the waist and shoeless. Your long, wet hair hanging over your eyes accentuates a primitive essence about you as you stand in the dim light. I feel myself become wet and shivers of desire run through me. Giving up on the shirt, I pull it over my head and wiggle out of my shorts. Your eyes deepen and your nostrils flair as you take in my naked form. My eyes run down your body. Your cock is already hard and straining against your jeans. I scoot closer to you and unfasten your jeans, pushing them to the floor. Your cock springs out hard and throbbing. My right hand encircles it as my left hand reaches under and around to caress your bottom. I pump your cock and desire rushes through me. The sight of you naked and aroused in the dim light and pounding storm excites me. I watch your eyes darken as I slowly pump your cock, moving my fingers languidly up and down the shaft. My thumb brushes across the head with each stroke. Moisture seeps out and I spread it down the shaft with my thumb. My left hand kneads your bottom then slips in to cup your balls. I tease each one with my fingertips. Raking my nails lightly along your thigh. Your breathing is heavy. The muscles in your legs taunt. I love the smell of you, the satin feel of your skin in my hands. Your hand moves to the back of my head. Entwining your fingers in my hair you pull my face closer to you. "Suck me now," you whisper in a strained voice. Your cock is poised at my mouth, hot and ready. I flick the tip of my tongue out to meet the head. Slipping the tip of my tongue into your cock's slit I lick the dewy moisture. You groan loudly and roughly push my head to you. My left hand kneads your balls as I open my mouth and slide down the length of your shaft. Gently sucking, pulling you deeper into my mouth. Running my tongue along the length of your cock as I move up and down. My sighs join your ragged breath as the rain drums hard against the tin roof. The storm outside continues to rage as the one inside you builds. Your hands move and tighten convulsively in my hair. Moaning my name as your hips start to pump my mouth. I can't get enough of you, greedily sucking and pumping harder. My fingers knead your balls, losing myself in the taste and smell of you. The insides of my thighs are wet. My nipples hard, twin peaks. I pump you harder and faster, my hand leaving your balls to press your bottom to me. Your hips move faster, grinding your cock into me, fucking my mouth. My lips fasten around the head of your cock, sucking hard as my hands pump the shaft and squeeze your balls. Your legs tighten, your hips move faster. You groan deeply into the damp air as your seed shoots into my mouth. Convulsing and moaning you push into me as I continue to lick and suck. Drinking in every drop, savoring the taste of you. My movements slow as you pull my head back. My eyes focus on your face wet with sweat. Your chest heaves as we stare at one another in the still heat. My hands caress you as you throw your head back and let loose a long contented sigh. I lovingly press kisses along your cock. Your hands leave my hair, moving to my shoulders as you kneel down in front of me. You push me back onto the hay and I feel the rough ends press into my back and legs. Your heated gaze travels down the length of me. Your strong hands caress my arms. I shiver as you run your long fingers across my breasts and stomach. You lean in, bringing your mouth to mine. Your wet hair forms a curtain around our faces. Longing flows through me as I wrap my arms around your shoulders, pressing you to me. My nipples are hard and their heat burns into your chest. You break the kiss and run a scorching look over me. My legs are slightly open as you kneel between them. Moisture glistens in my hair as my entire body quivers beneath you. Holding my eyes with yours, you place a fingertip to my mouth. Running it along my lips and slipping it into my mouth. My eyes close as I suck it, remembering the feel of your cock in my mouth. Your finger leaves my mouth and marks a trail down my body. Your gaze holds mine as the tip of your finger crests my pubic hair. My eyes close, I bite my lip and arch my back as your fingers slide into my wet folds. A deep sigh of pure pleasure escapes my lips as molten lava courses through me. You whisper hoarsely, "You feel so good. I need to taste." I moan out in protest as your fingers leave me. You lean down and take my right nipple into your hot mouth. Your hand kneads my left breast running your smooth palm against the tip. My hand slips behind your head pushing my breast further into your mouth. Your mouth leaves my breasts and starts a journey down the center of my chest to my stomach leaving a hot, wet trail. I am soft and pliant beneath you, consumed with desire for your touch. My body aches and my head spins as your mouth finds my soft inner thigh. Your mouth and tongue move slowly down the length of my right thigh to the knee and back up again. As you move to my left thigh your hot breath teases my wet center. You groan and bury your face in my thigh as my pungent smell draws you in. I squirm beneath you, my body twisting in restless need. You raise your head and look at me. My eyes half closed, lips swollen, the flush of desire on my cheeks. "Please, now", I whisper. With a strangled moan you lower your mouth to my center. My back arches and I moan mindlessly as white-hot need fills me. Your mouth devours me, moving over my swollen lips, sliding upward through honeyed moisture to my clit. Your tongue moves the hood, flicking back and forth in wild abandon. My hands grip your head pulling your face closer. You pause and catch my gaze. Your heat inflames my raging fire as your tongue plunges deep inside of me. In and out, faster and deeper with each thrust. I whimper helplessly as your mouth ravages me, sending me into a whirlpool of raw aching need. My hips thrust upward to meet your tongue, my heels press into your back. My hands grip your hair as the first spasm hits me. My body bucks and convulses as I scream out your name. Small shivers of pleasure run through me as you continue to lick and suck the moisture from me. My hands run through your hair. You lift your face and rub your cheek against my thigh. I hold out my arms. You crawl up on me and gently lower your body to mine and I gather you to me burying my face in your neck. I sigh gustily and wiggle beneath you. You laugh softly and prop your chin in your hand, "You have straw in your hair." I reach up and run my fingertips across your face. Content, I close my eyes and drift with the sound of the pouring rain. The Barn Wanton. That's how she wanted to feel as she pulled her Escort into its parking place. But not really. Inside she felt a sense of sorrow. Emptiness. Why was she here? Why did she feel this compulsion to be with him? She new it was wrong, but inside, she wanted... what she didn't really know, but she was here. Her heart was thudding-both from fear and from anticipation. Chris would be here still, even though the Village was closed. Working on the old farm equipment. At least no one else would know what she was doing, what she was hiding from her husband. With a sigh, she got out of her car and walked past the guard shack. The summer heat was shimmering off the black top and felt good as it flowed through her sandals. The warm breeze teased her nipples through the soft terry cloth of her top. Warmth... maybe she did feel wanton, after all... There he was, in the shade of the barn, as she rounded the corner. The dark skin of his chest was glistening from the sweat of his labors. She paused for a moment just looking at him, already feeling beginnings of warmth of arousal. Silently, she made her way to the fence and stood there, one foot resting on the lower rail of the fence, subconsciously opening her legs to him. "What ya' doin' big fella'?" she asked, in what she hoped was a playful, sultry voice. He started and looked at her for a moment, silently, and jerking his head toward the barn, answered "Hi, Gin, we're just trying to get this old thing working." "Well hello there young lady," barked old Jake as he came out of the barn. She felt her face turn crimson and forced herself to make small talk with them as they worked. Jake would look at her from time to time, almost sadly, she thought. Oh, I hope he doesn't really know why I'm here, she thought to herself. Yet it was becoming more and more obvious that Jake was feeling awkward. Soon he stood up and stretched. "My, look at the time," he said, "I'll wager the missus has just about given up on me... Looks like we'll have to finish tomorrow. I'll see you kids later. You be careful..." And with that he left. They stood there for a moment silently looking at each other, feeling a bit awkward, watching Jake disappear around the corner. It was several moments before they moved or spoke. Yet even as Jake rounded the corner, she felt stirrings and smiled at Chris. "Want to go play in the hay?" she asked mischievously. "Sure, why not," he answered. With that she broke into a run for the door-he followed. He grabbed her from behind and pulled her to him, gently squeezing her breasts through fabric of her top. The warmth of his body against her back and his hands on her breasts felt so good. She could feel the beginnings of his arousal against her. Playfully, she broke free as he started to nuzzle and kiss her neck and ran to the ladder to the hayloft. She felt his hands on her hips as she climbed the ladder. Breathlessly, she waited until he climbed through the floor and threw a handful of hay at him then ran. He chased her and caught her and spun her around, kissing her full on the hips. She responded, pressing herself against him, exploring his back with her hands. His hands roamed her back and kneaded her hips. Slowly her hands made their way down his back to his hips, pulling him tight against her. He pulled away from her. "Where do you want this to go?" he asked. "Where to you think?" she answered, her heart pounding. As Chris picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bails of hay. She kissed him hard on the mouth as he sat her down on the stacked bails. Urgently, her hands sought his belt and unfastened it, then the button to his pants. Slowly she unzipped his pants as his hands slipped up under her top and gently kneaded her breasts. He wiggled his hips as she worked his pants down around them, then kicked them aside and stood before her completely naked. Gently she placed her hands on his erect penis-the warmth of it felt so arousing in her hands as she softly stroked him. And the contrast between the darkness of his penis and the lightness of her hands was so erotic to her... Slowly she bent over to him and gently kissed the head of his penis, then slowly licked it until it glistened. She reveled in the salty, sweaty taste of him and his musky scent as she carefully took him in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as she worked her mouth up and down on him and gently stroked her hair. After some time, he pulled her off him and lay her back on the hay and knelt before her. Urgently, he pulled her shorts and panties off and began licking her wetness. She moaned and writhed as he found her clit, nearly climaxing. Sensing she was close, he stood before her. As he had planned, the hay bails placed her at just the right height... He grasped his penis and slowly worked it up and down her slit, teasing her. "Please, I want you now," she moaned, writhing against him. Slowly he pushed, and she felt the head of his penis push past her labia and slide inside. She groaned a deep guttural groan, urging him on. Slowly he pushed until he was all of the way inside her, stretching her, filling her. As he slowly worked his way inside and out of her, he gently fingered her clit. Watching him touch her and his dark flesh sliding in and out of her, glistening in the dim light, nearly made her climax. Yet, in spite of the eroticism of the moment the thought that she was betraying a trust suddenly thrust itself into her mind, damping her arousal. Detached, she watched him fuck her, not wanting to be in the moment, nearly crying from sadness. And then the anger took over. If her husband had treated her the way she wanted-loving and understanding, as if she were as important as his career-she wouldn't be here. With that, she thrust back to meet his thrusts; sitting up she grasped his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She felt the pricks of the hay against her calves as she thrust against him, not feeling the pain. Soon she felt him start to tense... not now, she thought, I'm so close... Yet his hips tensed in her hands and he drove himself deep inside her. She felt him pulse as he pumped his semen deep into her. Yet she could not climax with him-the firestorm of emotions insider her prevented that... Tightly she held him, a tear sliding down her cheek, mixing and loosing itself in the sweat of her exertions, as he calmed and softened insider her. Silently, they gathered their clothes and dressed and slowly made their way down the ladder. "I've got some more work to do here," he said, quietly. "I know," she answered, just as quietly. She slowly walked back to her Escort and climbed inside. And sat there. The pain of the scratches on her calves slowly intruded into her thoughts. How was she going to explain those? The Barn I was just trying to finish up work in the barn when she came in. It had been a long day and I was tired, hot and in need of a cool shower. We had spent the day bringing hay into the barn for the horses and loading it up in the loft. It was easier now that we had a motorized pulley to raise the bails. I can remember when we had to lift them by rope pulley and it took a lot out of you and by the time you had done an entire trailer load you wished, you prayed that horses would learn to eat something else. The barn was designed so that the hay could be shoveled down from the loft into a holding area below from which the stalls could all be supplied. I was just finishing up when I saw a break in the sunlight that was coming in through the space left by the double open doors in the front. I looked down to see a figure standing in the doorway. I couldn't make out who it was because the sunlight coming in was so bright that it caused the front of the person standing there to be in complete shadows. I could tell it wasn't one of the hands though and definitely a female. The outline of her was distinct. Long hair and cut offs were not hard to make out. I stopped flinging hay with my fork as I wiped my brow with my forearm straining to see. I had taken off my shirt even though I knew the hay would stick to me because it was so hot. The temperature in the loft had to be at least 20 degrees higher than anywhere else because of the heat generated by the hay bails being stacked and the small amount of moisture that would get trapped. I wondered why she didn't move and was just standing there. She had one hand on her hip and the other seemed to be over her eyes as if she was trying to look upward into the loft and was shielding the sunlight. No one ever came into the barn unless they had to this time of day and I was a bit stumped as to who she might be. Maybe one of the hands daughters who was looking for her father but I hadn't heard of any being around that might be built as she seemed to be. I was more than a little light headed anyway from the heat and energy I had expended and my mind was a bit dazed so I couldn't even focus enough to say anything. After what seemed like forever she finally spoke. "Hey, your name Dan?" I hesitated for a moment then responded, "yea, and who are you?" She moved forward just a bit and out of the shadow and I could see her face and the rest pretty clearly then. Damn she looked good. She had on a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the tail was tied under her breasts and the cutoffs showed she had a great set of legs. Her hair fell over her shoulders and was a dark flowing brown. All of a sudden I didn't seem so tired and had forgotten all about the job I was doing. As I stood there with my pitchfork pressed into the loft floor and using it for balance, she said, "You're grandfather said you'd help me saddle up a horse so I could go riding." Who the heck was Granddad sending at this time of day to get a ride and who the heck was he to tell them I'd help saddle up a horse for them. Well, I thought to myself, I don't think I mind this time. I dropped my fork down into the pile of hay below and moved toward the ladder that was along the end of the loft. There was a ladder there but over the years I had gotten used to sliding down the rope that hung along side. As long as you had gloves on it was a quick ride and soft landing even though it was a good 15-20 feet below. When I got to the rope I wrapped a leg around and slide down. When I got to the bottom she was standing right there. I almost couldn't turn for her being so close. "I'm Heather. I'm visiting my aunt and uncle on the next ranch and they don't have any rideable horses and said to come over and ask if I could ride one of yours. I met your grandfather at the house and he sent me here." You don't mind giving me a hand do you?" Like I was going to say no. As she said this she kind of tilted her head and looked at me with this "no way you can say no look". "Yea, no problem. Just give me a minute and I'll saddle up one of the horses for you." I had to move around her a bit to get by and as I did she turned and her breast rubbed against my bare side. Damn, does she know what she's doing or is it just me being totally horny and imagining things. I haven't even seen a woman under 50 for two weeks and this woman is fine. I moved over to the trough that was along the wall to get a drink and to wash some of the dust off. I grabbed the ladle and turned on the faucet and let the water run for a moment to let the hot part in the pipe run out. I took a full drink then filled it again and raised it to my head and poured it out then refilled it again and repeated. As I poured it over my head I closed my eyes to keep it from running in. The water ran down my face and over my shoulders and chest. It felt good and refreshed me a bit. When I opened my eyes she was standing right in front of me again. I blew the water running down my face away as I opened my eyes not knowing she was there and some of the water blew on her chest and shirt. As I stood looking into her eyes she looked down and rubbed the water on her chest and her hand passed along the front of her shirt brushing the water off. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there". " No sweat, honest mistake. Do you always work without a shirt on?" What a question I thought, the heat in here is almost unbearable and she wants to ask about my dressing habits. "Not always", I responded "but in the barn the heat tends to get to you after a while so you try to minimize as much as you can so you don't pass out." "How long have you been in here" she asked. "About an hour, I was just fixing to take a break and move some hay to the stalls when you came in." "Well, I'm glad I didn't interrupt you. I really appreciate your help. I haven't ridden in years and your grandfather said you had a horse that would be just right for me. I love to go riding late in the day before the sunset arrives, it's really pretty out that time of day here." Didn't interrupt me, she must think I don't have anything better to do than stop my work so she can go out on a pleasure ride late in the day. She better be glad she's so damn good looking or I'd have to tell her to come back another time. I thought to myself that Granddad had to be talking about Speckles but didn't understand why he didn't call me on the radio. That's the reason he tells us to keep them on all the time so he can reach us. Guess he knew I'd give him an argument. I've got plans to go out tonight and this will delay them even though an interruption by her doesn't seem too bad after all. Wonder what she's doing later tonight I thought. It didn't make much difference why he didn't call, he still apparently expected me to fix her up with a horse to ride. I moved over to the stall and grabbed a blanket and saddle off the rail as well as a bridle. When fixing to take Speckles out I always bridled her first then she knew she was headed out and was very docile when saddling her, even if not ansy ready to go. This was a horse who liked to get out as much as possible even if it meant carrying someone. As I moved into the stall she followed me in. Even though a horse might be domestic and usually very gentle you have to be careful especially if it's not used to you because you never know when you might get an unexpected reaction. I first placed the bridle in Speckles mouth and she took it easily and I completed buckling it on. As I placed the blanket on the horse's back this in your face woman moved to my right and behind Speckles. I told her she better move from there, might not be safe. As she moved away she said, "you aren't giving me a horse to ride that isn't safe are you?" "No, it's just that I don't want anything unexpected to happen and you get kicked and me be responsible for it. Speckles is very rider friendly, you won't have any problems at all." She said, "well, it's good to know you aren't trying to set me up to get thrown. I'd hate to have to walk all the way back in if the horse threw me or even worse get hurt." " I told you she's very gentle and rider friendly but it's always smart to take precautions." As I picked up the saddle and swung it to Speckles back she was directly behind me. As the saddle got in place I felt her hands on the sides of my lower back. Her touch was warm but at the same time cool and startled me just a bit. I wasn't sure what to think and as I turned to face her, her hands slid around my waist as I turned and remained there as I faced her. Her face was only inches from mine and my body tensed as I didn't know what to expect. "You know I really like the smell of a barn. The smell of the horses mixed with the strong smell of the hay makes me feel kind of funny. It's rather sexy actually." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I like aggressive women, but in a barn....too good to be true. As I looked into her eyes she moved her hands up my body and rubbed them along my chest. I was sweaty plus some of the water I had poured over me was still there and her hands slid very easily. She was looking at my chest as I reached with my right hand and took her chin in my hand. I said, "you know, I'm not sure who you are or if I'm just dreaming all of this but if I'm dreaming I don't want to wake up." Then I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her luscious lips as I put my arms around her and pulled her too me. I could feel her bare midriff under my hands as my hands went to her sides. I hadn't synched the saddle on Speckles but at this point I didn't care. Speckles was the furthest thing from my mind. My nipples were getting hard since her hands were still on my chest and still running all over me. As we kissed I pushed her back through the stall gate and with one hand shoved it to behind me. We stopped kissing for a moment and I took her by the hand and led her over to the hay pile. As I walked I prayed that none of the other hands showed up. Please don't show up I thought to myself. My breath was shortened, I couldn't believe what was happening but knew there was something going on I couldn't explain. How had she shown up here unannounced to ride as she had said? My grandfather wasn't the kind of person who would turn down a request like that but also not the kind that wouldn't give me a call on the radio to let me know she was coming. I stopped questioning what was occurring and decided to accept it for what it was for. As we neared the hay pile I knew I had to let her hand go for a moment to grab a blanket to lie down on the hay. I was almost afraid to let go of her hand and take my eyes off her in fear she would disappear. Her hand was so small inside of mine and so soft. I looked at them and saw they were almost pale with beautifully manicured nails. I recall just a moment before feeling them as they ran over my chest. Not a memory that would soon fade from my mind and one I hoped to develop upon. As I stopped and grabbed the blanket and threw it on the hay I turned to face her and reached out my hand for her. She came forward and placed her hand in mine as I backed toward the hay and the blanket. As I got there I pulled her to me once again, to kiss the lips that I still had the sweet taste of on mine. Her hands went to my back and slowly began to rub up and down, sending chills up my spine. Then her hands moved back to my chest as she pushed me hard away from her toward the hay and I lost my balance and fell backwards in a sitting position. A big smile came across her face but she said nothing. Her hands went to the tie of her shirt that was located below her breasts. Breasts that I was thinking about already. She undid the knot very slowly then began to unbutton it slowly, one button at a time. She never took her eyes off mine though mine were quickly moving back and forth between her eyes and her hands. When she got the last button loose she pulled the shirt back to let her shoulders slide out. As they were uncovered I saw what I had only anticipated so far. A lean smooth shoulder line with smooth skin. For a moment I thought of how she was dry yet I was soaking wet with sweat. I couldn't believe how this could be with the sweltering heat but the thought quickly left my mind as I saw her hands move to the front of her bra. The bra was a push up type and her breasts were overflowing from it. As she used both hands to unclasp it my eyes focused only on her breasts. As the bra fell open it revealed two of the most beautiful, perfectly shaped pair of breasts I had ever seen. Her nipples were perched atop them and were hard and standing at attention. I started to stand and her right hand reached out with a motion for me to stop. She let her bra fall to the barn floor behind her. She took a few steps toward me as her hand moved to the top of her blue jean cutoffs. As she stopped in front of me her feet were just to either side of my boots, slightly spread. I looked up into her eyes, and still only the big grin as she had before. Her eyes were like fire, glistening, dark brown, so dark I could barely make out the iris. She undid the button at the top of her shorts and pulled down on the zipper. I had never seen anything so sexy in my entire life. My cock was straining against my jeans and wanted out but there was no way I was going to take my eyes off of her. As she pushed her shorts down she revealed almost thong type panties. Pink and very thin. She pushed her shorts down until they could slide down her legs then stepped out and pushed them behind her. She stood in front of me in only her panties. I could see her mound in front of my face through them. She was such a vision with the light of the open doors behind her. There was almost a halo effect as she stood there. I thought again, this can't be real. She moved forward slightly more as I sat there on my butt with my legs out in front of me and she walked to each side. As she stopped she reached down and took my face in her hands and pulled me toward her. My face was just above her mound at the bottom of her belly as I sat. I put my lips to her and kissed her soft skin and my tongue went out to taste her. I still couldn't believe she was not sweating but the thought went out of my mind very quickly. I moved my mouth and tongue around as my hand went to her sides on her hips and pulled her more closely to me. My mouth moved slightly down to the top of her mound and I could smell her and it filled my nostrils with the scent of her. My mouth moved further down to the front of her pussy lips as I touched it through her panties. My hands moved to her sides and grasped the elastic top of her panties and began to pull them down. I pulled them down her legs and as they reached the bottom she lifted her feet so I could pull them away. I tossed them to the side as my mouth went back to her, so quickly it was all one motion. My tongue began to move up and down her crack as her hands were on the side of my head and fondling my ears and running through my hair. I was totally turned on and the taste and smell of her was all I could think of at the moment. If someone had walked in there was no way I would notice. My hands moved behind her legs and up and down the back of her thighs as my tongue continued to move up and down her pussy lips. I pushed my tongue forward to enter her as I pulled her even tighter to me. I could feel her swollen clit as my tongue moved toward the top and felt her tremble slightly as my tongue ran over it. She was beginning to get very wet and her knees began to bend slightly as I continued my attack on her pussy with my mouth but she stood firmly as I continued. I could tell she was getting close to cumming and I was almost dreading it. Her head leaned back as she moaned with pleasure. I wanted to taste her cum and watch her as her orgasm went through her body. In the next instance her legs stiffened then almost gave way as my tongue entered her further and I was sucking on her clit. She was cumming, there was no doubt about that. Her juice was running into my mouth and down the sides of my face and my chin as I continued to suck on her as hard as I could while her orgasm ran over her body. She leaned forward using my head as her stabilizing point with her hands. It seemed like her orgasm would never stop, she jerked with each wave as it went through her. My hand moved up her body and grasped her tits in my hands. Her nipples were swollen and there seemed to be a milky substance coming out as I squeezed them between my fingers. As it began to subside she pushed away from me slightly and looked down into my eyes. For the first time since standing in the stall she spoke. "You know cowboy, we should really do something about that bulge in your jeans." With that she took my hands and pulled me to stand up. As I stood up all I could see as the sun seemed to drop down just enough to be seen outside the barn doors was the halo effect around her entire body. I had to be dreaming. Please don't let me wake up, not yet. The Barn There comes a time in a D/s relationship when it all becomes real. When the fantasies become a clear vision. In this story, I've tried to capture a fantasy of O/ours. It's consensual, it's safe ... and it's sane. Some may think it is raw and abrasive. it is O/our fantasy ... If you are offended I apologize .. and if you think you may be .. please don't read further. The Barn He waits for her in the parking lot. He sees her walk out and wave goodbye to her co-workers, He stays low below her vision. Coming around the front of her car just as she opens the door. She sees Him, noticing that He is moving quickly toward her and before she can register fear He has her wrapped in His powerful arms. One hand over her mouth and is backing into the side door of the van parked next to her. The ball gag slides into her mouth easily as she opens it to yell and He makes short work of putting the nylon ties on her wrists and ankles. Hogtied on her belly in the back of the truck, she shakes with fear, as the door slams shut, plunging her into total darkness. Then the front door opens and He gets into the driver seat. A quick glance back tells Him that she is okay, scared, shocked and angry, but not harmed. He grins and quickly wheels out of the parking lot, hitting the back roads and turning south on a dirt road leading into the country. Wondering what He has in store for her, bouncing around in the back of the van like a sack of potatoes, she screams through the ball gag as she rolls around when He takes a sharp curve..... He makes a quick turn and drives down a tree-covered lane, screeching to a halt. Her curiosity getting the better of her she tries to see out the window and notices the red roof of a common barn. 'Oh god oh god ... why am I here?' The door is quickly slid open and without a word He pulls her out of the van, throws her over His shoulder and moves rapidly into the barn sliding the bolt home and putting a large padlock on it. He tosses her into a hay bale for a moment and looks around the barn. Finally, He turns back to her, His eyes blazing, 'perfect.' He moves menacingly toward her.... She moans through the ball gag when He looks at her, solid animal lust written on His face and something else. Something, dark, flitters across His eyes before He reaches down and grabs her. Dragging her by her hair over to the middle of the barn, He reaches up and grabs a rope hanging from a pulley for hoisting hay to the 2nd level of the barn. He slides the rope under her arms and secures it in the middle of her back tied to the nylon straps on her hands. She sits on her knees shaking with fear when He reaches up and grabs the other end of the rope and pulls her off the ground to where just her toes are able to touch. A huge bowie knife suddenly appears in His hands and He quickly slices through her clothing, tearing off her blouse and skirt. She hangs there in her bra and panties, tears streaming from her eyes 'Omg, what is He going to do?' A wicked grin splits His face as He slips the blade of the knife under the front clasp of her bra and tugs. Her breasts spilling out of the cups into the chilly air. as He watches her the nipples gather and harden and she realizes that she is getting aroused by this Man. He steps up very close and slides the flat of the blade into her panties. She can feel the cold steel press against her belly and then across her mound, her clitoris instantly protruding and a whimper from her as her cunt moistens uncontrollably. Another quick movement and she is naked, hanging from a rope, in a barn. He reaches into a bag He has placed by His foot and pulls out a device. Even though she is terrified of His intentions she looks curiously to see what it is. Her eyes opening wide as she sees it is a large dildo with a, 'omg ... is that a butt plug attached to it?' He hits a switch on the side and laughs when the low hum of the powerful vibrator starts up. She wiggles in the ropes, causing her to swing back and forth and her weight falls off her toes onto the rope under her arms catching her up with a sudden pain as her wrists are twisted. He grabs her hip and then forces His hand between her thighs, laughing evilly when He sees how soaked her cunt is. She blushes and moans through the ball gag. He slides the dildo into her soaked cunt. She's so tight He has to shove and twist it to get it all the way in. then He pulls the flap back and positions the butt plug at her rosebud. A horrified scream erupts from her throat and she shakes her head violently as He spits on the plug then forces it slowly into her virgin ass. He attaches straps on the side of the unit around her waist to hold it in place and before He steps back triggers the vibrator. The powerful spasms ricocheting through her cunt and ass as she thrashes in a combination of despair and lust. 'Omg ... it feels good... it can't feel good... but it does... oh god ... I think I'm going to...' "Don't even think about coming bitch ... you'll regret it if you do." His voice low and menacing breaks through her thoughts His words are meaningless; she is beyond the point of return. She explodes in a powerful orgasm her entire body shaking and quivering at the end of the rope. She doesn't notice the smile on His face or the ways His eyes suddenly shift from green to a mad blue color reminiscent of the sky on a summer day. He reaches down into the bag and pulls out a whip looking thing. Long handled. With a flexible strip of leather at one end and a handle at the other. As she begins to gather herself from her first orgasm, the vibrator maddening and ravaging her senses He slaps the strip of leather against His leg. A crack fills the room and she winces at the sound. " DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO CUM SLUT?!" Drool runs from her mouth around the gag, she has no way to answer or plead. Her eyes doing the talking for her. She notices that His are ice cold, penetrating. They seem to be able to reach through her and find all her secrets. "Now you will find out what I meant," He growwwwwwwwls low and gruffly. The first slice of the crop across her ass surprising her. 'Oh my god He didn't' the second biting in right over the top of the first sends all thought from her mind. 'Fuckkkkkkk... that hurts' the third and fourth sending pain shooting through her body and the fifth for some reason causing her breasts to ache and her pussy to gush. 'Fuck, He's going to think I like that.' Standing behind her. He laughs to Himself, which is exactly what He is thinking. This little whore is a fucking painslut. 'I'm going to give her the ride of her life.' the crop cracks down on her other butt cheek. Flames dancing up and down her leg. Terrified and aroused beyond belief she hangs in the ropes, waiting for another blow ... she hears nothing, feels nothing. She cannot sense Him or hear Him as He moves silently behind her. His hand reaching up between her legs. Checking the dildo and the butt plug to make sure they are firmly lodged. Pressing them in deeper till she writhes in the rope. For a large Man He does everything so quietly, His breathing calm, His movements unhurried. His touch alternating between caressing and tormenting. His hand slides up and He feels her clitty; hard, protruding, soaked. He grabs it between His finger and thumb and rolls it savagely back and forth. Yanking and twisting it as she erupts into another orgasm. His mouth presses against her ear and in an almost inaudible voice He says... "Did I tell you to cum slut? Did I give you permission? Do you understand that I now own you? That every move and feeling that you have from this moment forward will be at My behest?" His hand slips out in front of her and then slaps back on her clit brutally 3 times in rapid succession. Her head is thrown back and she gazes up at the rafters of the barn. Trying not to cum. 'Oh god, He's going to fuck me. He's going to take me and fuck me like a whore on the street ... fuckkkkkk ... why is He taking so long?' she moans around the ball gag. He chuckles, her words unintelligible, but there meaning unmistakable as she pushes her cunt against His hand. Her juices flowing around the dildo and tracing down her legs. The knife suddenly reappears, flashing before her eyes, she gasps and then falls to the ground in a heap as He cuts through the rope. He grabs her hair and drags her across the barn floor to a harness rack. Throwing her across it on her belly He looks down at her. She feels the strap to the ball gag part as He cuts through it and her mouth opens to gulp in a mouthful of air, drool and spittle dripping from the sides of her lips. Without warning He shoves His cock into her mouth. "Suck it slut ... and do it right," she gags as He shoves deep into her throat and He clenches her hair as He pounds His hips forward into her maw. "I said suck it whore!" her mouth unconsciously closing around the shaft of His cock and her tongue sliding over the head. The salty tasty of His precum causing her mind to reel, her arms still tied behind her back as He abuses her throat with His stiff cock. The swollen purple head slipping into the narrow passage at the back of her throat and cutting off her air. "Yeah, that's it girl, you're enjoying that cock in your nasty gullet aren't you? Aren't you?! Her moan around His cock vibrating through to His balls and telling Him all He needed to know. The dildo and butt plug vibrating her core, His cock slamming in and out of her throat, she screams silently inside her own head. 'Oh god ... I'm a whore, I'm a slut just like He says ... I want this ... oh god it's so delicious' ... savoring His rigid cock as it slathered in and out of her mouth. Sucking hard trying to keep His cock down her throat. Her ass bucking as the waves push through her repeatedly. He reaches down and pulls her head off His cock. Lifting her face by the hair, looking at her eyes, and a hard smile on His face. "So My little fuckpuppet... is this what you expected when you got up this morning to go to work? Did you expect to be taken and treated like the fuckmeat you are? Did you dream that your mouth would be full of cock while a vibrating pulsed in and out of your ass?" He slapped her face gently, "I'm talking to you whore ... what do you think? What do you want? Do you want this cock shoved in you? Do you want it riding in and out of your soaked nasty little pussy? How about up that tight little virgin ass?" He growwwwwwwwled and pulled her hair harder. "Answer Me cunt! Is that what you want? Do you want your ass fucked properly?" Her tongue reaching out trying to regain His cock she stammered in fear, "No ...No ... not my ass, fuck my mouth, my pussy. Oh please Sir, not my ass." He laughed coarsely at her. "You don't get it yet do you? You are MINE... I will use you any way I like. You are here for one purpose and one purpose only... MY pleasure. My lust. My desires." He reached over her body His slobber covered cock smearing against her face and adjusted the dildo and butt plug. He hit a switch and impossibly they sped up. Her body jerking like she was having a seizure and Him standing over her rubbing His cock in her face making her senses reel. He leans down over her ear, whispering low and viciously. "Do you understand now slut? Do you know that I will use you any way I wish to? That your desires are meaningless. Your lust, and you are full of lust aren't you fuckpuppet? Has nothing to do with what is going to happen to you?" He slipped His belt off His slacks. The long leather strap waving in front of her eyes. "Now suck that cock, and don't you dare bite." He slammed His cock back in her mouth; her eyes tearing as she suddenly found her air cut off. The sound of the belt whispering through the air registering one millisecond before it streaked her ass from the upper thigh to her lower back. Again the belt whistled through the air and crashed into her cutting across her already tender ass. Slowly He worked His way up her back to the middle, the long welts rising and stinging. Her mouth full of cock, her mind screaming infernally, her body reacting to the vicious assault and the tools rampaging through her cunt and ass. Crying in frustration, not knowing whether to scream or bite or cry or cum. He stopped and leaned down to her. "You surprise Me girl ... I didn't think that a little whore like you could take this." she felt cold on her back and realized that He was taking handfuls of crushed ice to rub down her body, sending her into a form of shock. She seemed to separate from her body and look down at a girl, her arms tied behind her, thrown over a harness rack in a dusty old barn. A tall stern Man manipulating her flesh... cooling the red stripes all over her back and then sliding down between her legs. Suddenly she was back in her body. His fingers sliding through her cunt lips and circling the dildo. He slid it in and out rapidly, her ass bucking up to it like the hungry fuck toy she had become. The lightning of an orgasm starting to rip through her when He growled. "NO ... DON'T YOU DARE!!!" Somehow she stopped; somehow she knew that it was something she must obey. He pulled the dildo from her, her cunt felt open and empty, juices spilling down her groin and pooling beneath her. The butt plug twisting and harder to remove, her ass was locked tight on it. He yanked hard and she stammered. "Oh thank you thank you... god, that was My ass." He laughed, and walking around her, He steps between her legs He ran His hand up and down her groin. His fingers sinking into her sodden cunt. His thumb plugging deep into her ass. "No no no .. Please no more," she moaned. "No more?" He said, "I've not even begun" at those words her mind completely snapped, she was His, there was no way out, only through. He felt her give up. She was His. There was no fight left, only pleasure to be had. His hand started manipulating the inside of her cunt. His fingers curled and pressing against her G-spot. Pushing her, stretching her, taking her to a place she had never been. A zone of some sort. Every sense in her turned towards the feelings He induced. Her hips dancing in an insane rhumba. He reached down with His other hand and grabbed her hair. Yanking her head back He growled into her ear. "NOW slut, cummmmmm NOW!!!" Her body went instantly out of control, her ass lifting and accepting His ravaging fingers. Pressing back against Him, jerking spasmodically and exploding into a haze of an orgasm and the sense that this is what she was made for. This is what she had been missing for so long. She needed to belong to this Man... She needed to be made to respond and she needed to please Him. Her whole life seemed to depend on that and she came and came as He tore at her pussy and ass with His invading fingers. As the initial orgasm started to subside He moved forward even as His fingers left her holes. She sensed His cock and almost shrieked with joy as it entered her tight dripping cunt. He forced it in deep. It seemed deeper than anything she had ever felt. Her cunt snapped around His cock. Grasping it and the muscles in her milking the head and shaft as it drove in and out of her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Sir, that feels so good. Thank You... Thank You. Yessssssssss .. Fuck me, use me... take me." she whined in frustration as His cock slipped out of her and was not prepared at all for what came next, His cock soaked in her juices slapping against her asshole and with a short twist and lunge of His hips, He was inside her. "This is what you need whore, you need that precious little ass that you are so worried about used like the fuckmeat it is." He grunted and pushed deeper into her ass. She cried out loud but inside she was telling herself, 'yes, this is what I need, I need to be fucked like an animal, I need to be used like a common slut. I need this Man to do His will. Her moan changed from fear and pain to pleasure as He started a low stroking sweep of her ass. His hands on her hips holding her still as He used His powerful legs to swing Him back and forth, piercing her. 'God I feel so nasty, I feel so dirty, I feel so free.' her ass pressed back against Him as He laughed. "So littleone... Are you a whore? Are you a slut? Are you a goddamn fucktoy?!" "Yessssssss... I am." She moaned low and sultry. "No, you are MY whore, MY slut, My goddamn fucktoy. Don't ever forget that. Now hold on." His hips rammed deep, His cock sinking into her bowels, her face blushing with the realization that she loved this. Finally, after what seemed forever. He threw His head back and groaned. "Fuckkkkkkkk... OK slut... I'm going to cum in your ass. I'm going to fill that ass up with..." His orgasm forcing Him deeper yet into her and His hips locking as His cock exploded into her ass. Cummming over and over again, when He grabbed her hair and pulled her back like He had control of the reins, she joined Him in orgasm. The barn seemed to disappear, and there was nothing but His cock, her ass, and His jism and T/their mutual need. When the shock of their union started to subside, He lifted her face to His, her eyes turned down, a blush on her face. "You are Mine now girl, always Mine ... and I am proud to call you Mine." For the first time, He kissed her soft and slow. His arms around her and carried her to the loft where He laid her on the blankets. She sighed in His arms. She was home; in His arms she would be free. The Barn She stood at the gate, breathing deeply of the scents surrounding her at the corral. Her body shuddered deeply as the hay scent filled her, taking her to when she was lying in it on her back, feeling the prickliness of it sticking into her skin as he had taken her so hard and so deep. She had worn those marks for days. She opened her eyes and looked down to see the glistening wetness on her thighs just below the tight mini skirt she wore. She opened the gate and as she moved toward him in the center with the stallion he was working to train for the race, shivers moved down her spine at his physical presence. He sensed her coming as he breathed, he smelled her light perfume. He blew out like a stallion does when he does not want his harness or bit placed on him. He turned, looking at her sexy legs moving slowly to him as his eyes traveled to see the glistening of the wetness on her thighs. His cock responded, becoming as hard as steel. He growled low in his throat, displeased at how he reacts so quickly to her. He made his way to her, only to pass with a hard slap to her firm rump. She turned with a cry and followed when she heard his low growl. Her nipples tightened so hard, the feeling moved to her pussy, making it contract hard. She cried out softly, keeping pace following him to the barn. She made her way in, as he moved behind her to close and lock the barn door. She cried out when his hand grabbed her hair in his fist, slamming her body into the wall, kissing her roughly. She could only react and kiss him back, both just as needy for the other. He broke off, dragging her by the hair to the middle of the barn, standing her there as he placed her arms above her head into cuffs that were attached to chains and a pulley in the ceiling. He tightened the chains to have her on her feet, as he stripped her of her skirt, top and boots. He brought her to him, roughly abusing her mouth as he kissed her long and deep. He broke off again, smiling. She watched him walk off, grab the brush and move to the stallion in his stall. She watched him for a long time brushing the coat of the stallion, wishing it was she he was brushing so pleasurably like that. Her body was responding to his brushing, it felt like the bristles of the brush were moving over her skin, with a light caress, then more of a harsh brushing as electric currents flowed across her skin, shocking her all over. She gasped, crying out as her body flooded with release, making her squirm in her cuffs. He heard her cry out, looked up to see her wetness flowing down her thighs. He growled, stepped away from the stallion, closed his stall door, moving at a slow pace as he ripped his shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans letting them slide down and kicked his boots off all in a few seconds. All she could hear as he was making his way to her was his growling. She looked over shivering in fear. She knew she was not allowed to cum, until permission was granted. Her fear rose another notch when she saw him grab the cane off the wall. She could not say anything her throat was just too dry and tight. His walk around her became the prowl of a wolf, as he leaned in and said with a low growl in his voice, "you did not have permission slut." Then she felt the first sting of the cane land on her backside. She could not help but yelp, feeling it sting her skin as another landed on her ass. She squirmed in place as he kept bringing the cane down, screaming as the pain raced throughout her. She made a loud gasping sound as he came in front to flay her breast with the cane. She could not count how many times he laid the cane across her skin. Her mind went into that deep haze of pain and pleasure. He stopped and rubbed her body in oil that made his cock hard and throbbing aching to be inside her. He slowed his rubbing to soft caresses as he made his way around her body. He soothed the pain from the cane as he kissed his way down her spine to her ass. He cupped her cheeks with his broad hand, squeezing as he heard her soft moans of pleasure. He growled more deeply than before, moving as he placed the spreader bar between her thighs, opening her to him. She was such a gorgeous woman with her long pussy lips, hanging, needing to be licked, bit on and he loved how they caressed his cock when he was in her adding sensations to the sensations that were already there. He moved his hand between her ass cheeks and placed a finger on her rim, moving it around to get her juice on and inside of her. His mind was filled with erotic pictures of his cock deep inside her ass, taking, owning as he did on a regular basis. His breath left his lungs making it difficult to breath in, as his arousal pounded in his brain and his body. She felt his breath on her back, soothing as he played with her ass. It felt so good to feel his finger moving around the rim, to slip inside every so often to make her loose for him. Her body quivered in need as her pussy dripped with wetness. He knew she was ready as he watched her pussy drip onto her thighs. He moved his fingers to hold her ass cheeks open as he placed the head of his cock at her rim. He quivered as he pushed the head in and her cry left her body. He was a big man, and knew he stretched her wide when he moved inside of her. He growled deep and in one hard push of his hips, shoved his cock up deep into her bowels. The scream he expected came quickly as he stayed deep in her not moving. She was full inside. Then she felt his fingers move and start playing with her clit. She felt her muscles in her ass contract around his cock, milking him as he took it out to the head and pushed back in deeply. Her body craved his cock in her ass as she felt her body opening and welcoming him more. She pushed back on her hips as her cries matched the sound of his body slapping hers as he fucked her. His impending orgasm, shuddered his body hard, as sweat rolled down his chest and his veins swollen with blood, engorging his cock as he thrust harder into her bowels. She screamed out begging to cum as his orgasm was forced out flooding her bowels as he told her to cum now. She slung her head back as she screamed out with her orgasm just before the force of it caused her to black out. She came to a few minutes later blinking to get the sweat from her eyes. She smiled when she saw him looking at her. He smiled and handed her some water to drink through a straw. He let her drink, then reached up releasing the tightness of the chains, slowly dropping her arms, as he uncuffed her to have her fall into his arms. He held her close, then took her to the bundle of hay, laying her down with her head on his lap. "Good Girl" was all that was said. The Barn Lacey looked at her watch. It was about 8:30. She knew that her husband was well on his way out of town, and wouldn't be back until late tonight. Staying at home on the farm had its perks, but at the same time, it got very lonely on cold, rainy days like this. She finished clearing the dishes from breakfast into the sink, and restarted the dryer. There really wasn't much to do. Soon, she heard tires crunching on the gravel of the driveway. She peeked out the window to see Ryan pulling into the driveway. Her pulse quickened. Ryan was one of the employees of the farm. He had worked for Lacey's father for a few years before she took over the farm. He was rugged, fit, and strong. They had always been friends. There was a history there, and Ryan enjoyed the "fringe benefits" of his job, which was probably why he stayed. Lacey went outside to meet him, falling into his embrace. He kissed her quickly as she smiled at him. "We can't stay out here like this, Lace" Ryan warned, pulling back from her. "Someone might see us." Lacey looked up at him and smiled. "Follow me" she said as she started for one of the barns. She walked briskly, her blonde ponytail brushing across her back. Ryan felt a familiar twitch in his jeans as he watched her walk. She had a fast pace and a long stride. The more turned on she was, the faster she seemed to walk. Lacey turned sideways and slid through a door that was barely open. "Come here" she said, leading Ryan into the dark barn. As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he felt Lacey's hand reach out. She pulled him up against her back. As he wrapped his arms around her, her left hand reached down, gently brushing across the front of his jeans. She could already feel his hard shaft, and she giggled as she stepped away. "Someone's looking forward to this." She said playfully. She walked around a corner, and then stopped. She twisted a wood bar and popped open a small door. She crawled up and into what was once an old oat bin. She held her hand out to Ryan and pulled him in. "You've been planning this, haven't you?" Ryan asked as he looked around. There was a pile of blankets and throw pillows set up as a makeshift bed. "Possibly" Lacey replied as she grabbed the box of matches she had placed on a beam. A guilty smile spread across her face as she struck the match. "So what if I was? Are you going to punish me or something?" she asked quizzically as she lit the candles that were placed around the bin. "I just might" Ryan growled playfully as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close to him. "Naughty little girls deserve it." He grabbed her hips and pushed his hardness against her. She reached up and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. His hands cupped her face as he slid his tongue into her mouth. As their tongues wrestled, he reached back and pulled her ponytail loose. Her long blonde hair fell messily around her face. Lacey reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it, undoing his belt and reaching for his zipper. As she slid the zipper down, she reached into his jeans and felt for his bulging manhood. Ryan's hands left her face and pushed them down. Lacey reached for the band of his boxer briefs, sliding them down and letting his impressive erection spring free. He pushed Lacey to her knees and pointed the head of his cock at her face. "Suck on it." He commanded. Lacey looked up at him as she took the head slowly into her mouth, wrapping her right hand around the shaft. She slowly sucked and stroked him as she worked her tongue all over his head, and down the shaft. She reached down and cradled his balls in her left hand, causing Ryan's cock to pulse in her mouth as a low groan escaped him. "Oh fuck, Lace.. that feels amazing." He said quietly. Lacey lowered her head and slowly ran her tongue around the base of his cock, and down onto his balls. As she licked lower, Ryan groaned again. She circled them with her tongue, before taking each one into her mouth and sucking slowly. Ryan held her head with his hands, savoring the feel of her skilled tongue. Soon, she had worked her way back up his shaft, and was taking his entire length down her throat. She started slowly, working it down. He could feel the back of her throat against the head of his cock. She would occasionally moan around him, the vibrations pushing him closer to climax. She began to pick up intensity, nodding her head slightly as she sucked faster and harder. Ryan moved his hips some to accommodate her. He began fucking her mouth as she began sucking faster. Ryan groaned loudly as he felt himself breaking. The first shot of his load went into Lacey's mouth. She swallowed it, and sucked him harder, pulling the rest of his hot load into her eager mouth. But his load was too much for her to handle, as his come spilled out of her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down on his spewing cock. Trails of his seed ran down her chin and onto her chest. She scooped up a fingerful and licked it clean. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wiping away the traces that she missed. "You are such a dirty girl." Ryan said as he pulled Lacey to her feet. He grabbed her around her waist and held her in place. "Don't move." He ordered as he started to unbutton the top of her shirt. "Screw it." He said as he finished undoing the third button. He grabbed each side of the shirt, ripping it apart, exposing her soft pink lace bra. Ryan grabbed her breasts hard, causing Lacey to gasp at the sudden pain. He pulled her bra down, exposing her soft skin and perky nipples to his mouth. He trailed kisses around her neck, down her collarbone and around her nipples before taking one into his mouth and biting down on it. Lacey jumped and tried to pull back as he flicked his tongue around it. "You like it, don't you?" Ryan whispered as he pushed her back against the wall of the bin. Lacey moaned as he kissed and bit gently up and down her neck. He pulled her hair, tilting her head back as he continued his assault, feeling Lacey writhe and shake against him. Lacey's fingers dug into his shoulders as she struggled to hold the last of her composure. She felt Ryan's hands reach down and tug her belt free. He undid her button fly jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out of them, letting Ryan catch a glimpse of her matching thong. By now, Ryan's cock had recovered from its earlier performance and was rock hard again. He sat down on the blankets that were in the corner. Lacey straddled him, her pussy in his face. Ryan reached out, sliding the thong to the side and flicking his tongue over her wet slit. She was so ready for him. He slid a finger inside of her, covering it in her juices. She moaned as he traced around her clit. Lacey pushed Ryan back onto his elbows. She couldn't take anymore. She slid the thin lace of her pink thong to the side and lowered herself onto his waiting prick. She cried out as he slammed himself up into her, filling her with his thick hardness. His fingers dug into her hips as she rocked back and forth on top of him. He could feel her approaching her climax quickly, and held her as she reached her peak. As she quivered and shook around his hard cock, he slid her hips back and forth, grinding her hard clit over him, prolonging her orgasm and making her whimper as she continued to shake. When she was done, he pulled out of her. He pushed her to the side, and flipped her over onto her knees. He grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her face down onto the blankets. With her ass up into the air, he positioned himself behind her and slammed his throbbing cock inside of her. He held her down as she bucked against him, crying out. Her cries became moans of pleasure as he pumped in and out of her. "Harder, Ryan... Harder" she panted as he pounded her. "Oh yeah, yes.. yes!" she screamed as she arched her back, giving him deeper access into her soaked pussy. He couldn't hold out much longer as she came again. He felt his release coming as he pounded her as hard and fast as he could. "Oh fuck Lace..." he groaned as he filled her with his load. He felt like he wasn't stopping as he emptied his balls deep into her eager pussy. As he pulled his spent prick from her, she collapsed forward onto the blankets in a sweaty, panting mess. He pulled himself together, shrugged his shirt back on, pulled up his jeans, fastened his belt and left her there in the bin. He pushed the door closed behind him, and went to work in the shop. Lacey laid there on the blankets until she caught her breath. She got dressed, pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and snuck back to the house. She hopped into the shower to wash the events of the last hour off of her sweaty, dusty body, and went about her day. About 4:30, she watched Ryan's truck pull out of the driveway. Thinking of their little secret, a smile spread across her face as his taillights faded from view.