In The Barn With Brad - Sex Stories

In The Barn With Brad

... like I’ll choke in another minute, but I’m trying not to. I don’t think Brad would like that. “Close your mouth now, and suck gently…” he instructs. “Careful! Don’t use your teeth!” Hesitantly, I do as he says. He begins moving slowly in and out of my mouth, sliding over my lips and tongue. At first, I just kneel there. Then, as I gain courage, I begin exploring his hot shaft with my tongue. He groans. Encouraged, I begin flickering my tongue over the smooth head, feathering it along the sensitive underside of the shaft, and even darting the tip of my tongue into the tiny hole at the end. I am taking my cues from Brad; whatever he seems to like, I repeat or explore further. He is breathing quite hard now, and I can feel him pulsing gently. The salty fluid begins to flow more rapidly, first one drop and then another. Suddenly, he wraps both hands tightly in my hair. I gasp at the brief pain, then forget it as he thrusts firmly into my mouth and holds me there, pressed tightly against his groin. He is all the way inside my mouth, his short, dark pubic hair tickling my nose and lips, and the head of his penis rubbing the back of my throat. A firm throbbing begins, and I feel it all along my tongue and the insides of my cheeks and on my lips. Spouts of burning liquid spurt from him into my mouth and throat. My eyes are watering terribly, and I begin to choke. Will it ever end? Finally the throbbing dies down. A few erratic spasms shake him, and then he is still. He draws a deep, ...

... ragged breath and I realize that he has been holding his breath for a while. With a deep sigh, he withdraws himself from my mouth. Immediately, I turn and spit out the liquid that remains in my mouth. It forms a small, slimy puddle that is quickly absorbed by the dusty hay. “That was wonderful!” he sighs. I nod shakily, not altogether certain that I agree. It was different, yes, and even a little exciting, but I’m not sure that I’d care to try it again right away. At least he had enjoyed it, though. Maybe now he’d see me as a real woman, rather than just a pesky kid. Outside, the bull is still grunting and pumping away. I creep over to the window to watch. After a moment, I feel Brad’s arm slide around my shoulders. “Looks like they’re having fun, doesn’t it?” he whispers. I shrug noncommittally. “Like to try it?” he asks. I turn and look at him in shock. “What, just like that?” I gasp, incredulous. “No, silly, of course not!” he replies teasingly. “People do it a lot differently. You’ll like it. Come on…” he urges. “Well… ok…” I agree. I’m not really sure that I’ll like it, but Brad wants to and I do enjoy making him happy. He beams at me, and I know that again I’ve said the right thing. I turn to face him and am surprised to see that he has removed his shirt and shoes, and is completely naked. Not only that, but his penis is again pointing straight out from his body. It bounces comically as he walks. He carefully slips my T-shirt off over my head, then kneels to unbutton my ...