In The Barn With Brad - Sex Stories

In The Barn With Brad

... further apart, and positions himself over me. He is now centered on my tiny hole, pressing firmly against me. It hurts a bit, but with the promise of pleasure to come. I press back against him, anxious to feel him inside me. Slowly, he begins to enter me. I whimper softly. It feels as if I will be ripped apart, now! I want him to stop, to withdraw, yet paradoxically, I also want him to continue. The pain grows sharper, and it seems that I can feel delicate tissues tearing as he forces his way into me, but I match him push for shove. Suddenly there is a wave of greater pain, and then he slides easily in as if whatever had blocked him had been torn away. Now he pulls back, nearly withdrawing completely from my body. I moan weakly, not wanting him to leave me. In answer, he drives easily into me again. This time there is no obstacle, and he buries himself to the hilt. Again and again he lunges into me. I raise my hips to match his thrusts, reacting to the same primitive instincts that I have observed so many times in the livestock. A fierce pressure seems to be building up inside me, until I feel as if I will burst. Another thrust, and I can scarcely contain it. Another, and I am shoved over the brink. Every muscle in my body convulses. My toes clench and my thighs twitch wildly. I can feel my inner muscles contract fiercely around Brad’s penis, gripping it tightly with almost the same movement I use to milk the cows. And it seems to have a similar result ...

... on him, because he plunges deep into me and holds himself there, throbbing wildly as his juices flood into me. It seems an eternity before our bodies come back under control. Finally the pulsing and twitching ease and we collapse limply into one another’s arms. Brad is still buried deep within me. "Hey, wanna try something else?" He winks, and I nod, hesitant. He grabs the magazine and flips to a page. The woman was on her hands and knees and the man had his thing in her butt. I gasp, and Brad laughs. "I'll never call you kiddo again..." he taunts. "Okay!!!" I beam, and he flips me over onto my back. "Ready?" He asks. I nod again. He aligns his penis with my tiny, brown, butt, and plunges in. I scream. Tears come to my eyes, as he thrusts in and out. Soon, the pain resides as he stretched out my butt. A heavy fog of pleasure settles over me, as he fills my bowels with cum. His penis is still hard, as we sit, panting heavily. Suddenly, a voice splintered our pleasurable moment. “Brad! Jodi! Time for dinner!” We jump, and he pulls out in one swift motion, and I shriek. We scatter, grabbing frantically for our clothes. “We’ll be right there, mom!” I shout back in the general direction of the house. Hastily, we brush the dust and hay from our hair and sweaty bodies, then dress. Brad pauses to give me a quick kiss, then we scamper down the ladder. As we leave the barn, Brad whispers that he will have to come visit more often this summer. I wholeheartedly agree.