Chapter 10

"Now, what is this?"

Brad stood in the barn, hands on his hips. It had been Christina who had gone to the bunkhouse and roused the big hand from his sleep.

Barbara was standing there just inside the front doorway, trembling with excitement, disbelief, lust. She still couldn't imagine this was happening. In her most wild dreams she had never thought she would be in this position.

"Brad, I know all about you and Barbara," Christina said evenly, a tremor of excitement noticeable in her voice. The big stud had picked it up and looked curiously at her.

"So? What are you gonna do, fire me?" he said defiantly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"No," Christina said, her eyes narrowing.

"There's something you should know about... about us." The brunette looked first at Barbara, then shifted her eyes back to Brad. At that point she went on quietly about what had happened between her and her cousin, ending with a sketchy description of the part Pardner played in the sex scene.

"Whew!" Brad wiped his forehead with the back of one hand, grinning at the women.

"And I thought you was the prim and proper one--always with your head in the books." He laughed, shaking his head from side to side.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that any more," Christina said, her smile fading somewhat. "We want you... you and your help."

Brad grinned even more broadly, reaching back and pushing the barn door shut. In the background he heard the horse whinnying and nodded his head up and down.

"This is gonna be real nice. Real good, but first let's get warmed up, eh?"

It was a dream. It was a horrible, wonderful dream, it just had to be. People just didn't do this kind of thing, disappear into a barn and--and act out their fantasies no matter how warped they were. Barbara moved behind her cousin, still somewhat in a fog. Behind her was Brad, his heavy footsteps sending shivers up and down her spine. She remembered his touch, the brutal, overwhelmingly exciting touch of his fingers as he fucked his cock in and out of her sucking cunthole. It was going to happen again!

They were near Lightning's stall. Then Barbara remembered what they had decided.

The horse! Dogs weren't enough for them any more. They had to have the stallion, had at least to try it with him. But they needed someone like Brad, someone strong who wouldn't be repulsed by the idea of a woman and a... a horse doing something other than riding.

"Well, let's get goin'," he said, sliding his fingers down his pants.

Barbara and Christina had dressed carelessly after their fucking scene in the house, guessing correctly that Brad would be more than happy to help with their request for aid. As Barbara let the gown slip from her shoulders she turned and saw Lightning staring wide-eyed at her. She felt that same rush of feelings that had been so unnerving the last time take her over again. Other people would say it was wrong, but she knew better. She knew they were blind to the facts, blind to the facts of her own needs, of Christina's needs.

"Gotta loosen up that cunt a little," Brad said, moving up to Barbara while Christina was still slipping out of her clothes. "Come on, lay down, lay down so I can make it easy for you."

In a moment they were back on the hay, the sharp stubble scratching her flesh while her legs kicked and flailed against the wooden stall. Behind her Lightning was whinnying, stomping around nervously as Barbara wailed under Brad's touch.

"Easy, boy, easy, we'll be with you in a while," Christina soothed, reaching up and stroking the nervous stallion's head.

Tonguing, oh, why did it feel so good to her, almost better than a cock? Brad was between her thighs now, his fingers pressing back the muscles and tendons in her legs while he panted. She had showered before, washing off the spit from her pussy. And now there was more--human spit--Brad's spit oozing into her crack.

How she loved the smooth, silky rub of a tongue, of a set of lips like Brad's as they forced her cuntlips apart. Oh, it was wild, absolutely wild. Brad's tongue, Christina's tongue, the dog's tongue, all of them toying with her pussy, teasing her, driving her up the wall. She wallowed her shoulders and back against the straw, not caring where she was, what was going to happen to her. All she knew, all she wanted, was this tongue, this wonderful tongue doing all those wild things to her.

"Good Lightning, good boy," Christina crooned, hugging the horse's head to her naked body.

Barbara opened her eyes. Her cousin was standing there holding the stallion's head, letting him lick her throat while her cunt burned. Oh yes, she could see the juices starting to gather around her cousin's dark-brown cunt hairs, trickling down her thighs. God, it was unreal, a dream!

"Uhhhhhhh..."

Then the touch of Brad's tongue told her no, it was all too real. Her chest heaved and tightened as he moved his mouth from side to side. He was burrowing deeper, digging harder just as Pardner had done earlier. Both seemed to be looking for something with their mouths.