One okay day…moments in our b :"The Barndance by Phyllis and Roger

There was something in my juvenility that I will always remember. We had a barn that before winter we would load up with lucerne for the animal. The day the load arrived was always fun with all the strong-looking masculine guy cable unloading the alfalfa bales and stacking them up inside our barn. I'd admire their muscled dead body heaving and sweating in unloading and then piling up the bales. And they looked at petite and pretty me in my housedress all innocent, the zephyr blowing the sonant framework to adumbrate my lithe body. Their looks were lascivious and made me travail, too…sweat my own feminine secernment cooling my second joint, if you know what I mean…juicy swither making me shiver and feel naughty, the air cooling me down there. Their smiles let me screw what they were thinking and I smiled right back. I imagined one of them, or even More than one of them, jumping off the truck, pushing aside a bale, pushing me down in the barn, ripping off my housedress and ravishing my young body, joining our two sweating trunk in heating system and lust. We would be like athirst animals in congress and full soundbox dismissal. Our eyes would embrace each former and we would get sex like wild tool. The animals were in the field of view when the unloading occurred but they would smell the alfalfa, wander up to the b, eager to deliver something to eat even though they could scrounge still in the study. Then there was my picayune trot that spent a lot of time with me in the barn. succeeding to my dog he was my very effective friend…my best acquaintance in more slipway than one.

He was an undersized pony and was my favorite ; he was kind of my pet and he would nuzzle me all over, pushing at my waist as I would neaten him, comb out his mane, pet him all over. One day, after the Medicago sativa had been delivered and stacked, and my imaginary lovers had departed, I was still hot and wet and feeling naughty. My little jigger and I were alone in the barn…me stroking, combing him and he nuzzling me. I was in front of him and playing with the bite of his head of hair coming between his ears, his top dog down for my aid. Our family dog was also there wanting his bend at my attentions.

The three of us then alone and private. I had closed the barn door. The b was so wonderfully aromatic with all the new provender and I inhaled deeply and continued my stroking. Wondering if the working man would let stroked my cunt before fucking me. My dog loved attention as did my pony. And, if I can reveal one of my beloved secrets…can I ? …I surmisal I will if you promise not to tell :

My secret is this. I had long ago discovered my own sex and my sexiness with fauna. I was fascinated with their"tools"as I called them and they were excited by my"charm"as I called them. Their cock and my magical spell excited each of us accordingly and there we three were in the sweetly smelling b one afternoon in the declivity when my parents were shopping and the setting in the barn was very quiet and intense…me comb and stroking my mellifluous crib and my screw doggie coming up behind me, nuzzling me, his poke under my attire, probing, wanting his share of tending. My imagination hot and my consistence exuding its sexiest fret. doggy licked my naked legs giving me shivers.

Pony was nodding his head and doggie came up behind again nodding his rostrum up under my housedress, that luscious cold nose anointing my ass and puss with a cool and stimulating olfactory organ snuggle. I jumped with surprise but then he hit me there again and I settled down, opening myself. Then that frightening beguiling, totally irresistable tongue swiping from my clit, past my lips and up between my ass impudence. I bent over hoping for another clout and wasn't disappointed. It made my dead body filling with feelings that made me shiver again ; made my eye close ; made my breathing time gasp and wait for another hanker, hot barker glossa lick and there it was again. I stood on my tiptoes in a pleasure and hoping for more.

Then my sweet, loving doggie tasted my spend and wanted More. I kept grooming my picayune pony which leaned down its head and nuzzled me on the front. He had caught the scent my doggie had aroused.. So there I was, being licked and nosed from the back and from the front. I was all dizzy, my genu getting weak as I felt a growing rousing and rising warmth in my body. I held on to my jigger's ears…keeping his muzzle at my waist. What a long midst spit has my pony ! I released his ears and lifted my housedress over my head…I was now a Venus, and an Eve or a gentlewoman Godiva ; my naked dead body hot and being nuzzled and licked all over my privates…the exciting tools of my sweet creature playing with and licking up my charms, and I felt so fuck naughty at what was happening and the conniption of the three of us in the aromatic barn. My knees were sapless and getting weaker with each doggie lick. I rubbed my breasts which made it all a dream and I kept thinking how alone I was in my privacy with my common soldier the direction of all the arousing action. I held down my pony's head…gripping its auricle as it then licked and savored every role of my cunt…I felt I was a homo feeling being and every feeling of my humanness coming alive.

It was Heaven on dry land ; Heaven for me in a placidity, odorous barn…all the licking was sending me some property where my spike were filled, my tongue thick in my mouth, my body alive with pulsing…it was building in me and I released on my doggie's spit, wetting his long tongue with my body fluids but I needed more. The pony licked me ! Two hot tongues and my bore cunt. In all my glorious nakedness and all my organic structure's spend I stumbled to one of the Medicago sativa bales, put my housedress spread on it and leaned down, lifting my nates for to a greater extent attention…my undersurface was just heights enough for pony to approach.

I looked back and pony's beautiful rooster was dangling out. I wasn't the only one aroused. It was his act to nose me with his common cold nose. He could straddle the bale…his hooves on either side. I had positioned myself perfectly on the bales. My knees weren't THAT fallible ! and he could do that…I pulled at his mane and he stepped forward…I felt his furry dresser move over my body…I reached back to check his cock…it was hot…I was hot…it was ready…I was set and put it at my dripping cunt…rubbing it against my wet slit lips…this was a time for that tool to taste sensation of my charms…

My trot licked my nude back and I pulled at his hanker tool and he moved into me…"OH !"I cried, hoping for more. I got more. Pony began to use his tool now…first tentatively then more movement…a deeply jab as nature took control of my shot glass, I lifted for more…both our eubstance hot…my creative thinker on fire…my organic structure on flame and more jabbing, my lifting…I felt its length and then…."UGH !"I grunted…its distance filled me. I was a organic structure galvanizing, my tongue thick again as I could only grunt and nobble, grunt and lift. I inhaled deeply, my lungs filled with the odor of alfalfa, my eubstance filled with pony-tool and I released and released with each stroke…I was his instrument to play…I elevate and spent and felt his peter fill me with cum. Then I began to relax and cool as his spend and mine oozed from me onto the bale of hay and down my wooden leg, cooling…all along my pegleg to my minuscule feet…My bow-wow came in for some whacking and then my crib moved away and was licking himself down, nibbling one of the bales.

Was I ready for more as the shot glass cum ran down my branch ? I was spread and open…I could feel my cunt lips pulsing down…I was still hot…and the dog…he, too, needed release as he licked on my legs and…AHHH ! ! YES ! ! ! …up my legs to where I was still hot…I moved down from the Basel and rested on the floor…presenting myself in all my naked glory to my perfumed dog 's tongue…he was still licking…I looked back…his dick was hanging out and swinging but I just kneeled and waited. I didn't wait for long as my horny, thirsty, hearty dog was prepare to realize a move, and did, and I was again impaled this time on a doggie cock…his cock needed me…I needed his frantic cunting and roll in the hay and in a moment I was giving him my guttural oink, his front legs holding my waist, and my side buried in my hands, his thrusts pushing me against the hay on the floor the smell of which filled my lungs and turned my mind and dead body into another fury of excited freeing and then complete exhaustion. I didn't precaution ; I was sated ; my body and soul completely released and relaxed ; my snatch and second joint so wet and cooling my body…I was dizzy and in a daze and ventilation again. I rolled on my back and looked at the roof of the b, turning my typeface to see my favorite licking and licking some more…I felt naughty and the cerebration occurred to me there wasn't anything better in the world than"taking fear"of my brute. It was our big closed book and my sass were sealed. Their's also !

It was so very stunningly serenity in the barn that afternoon even though inside it had been fire and electricity…our own personal lightning…and then it was cool. I had been somewhere, not only in the b, but somewhere that had filled me with delights that only the gods will screw. I thought of the muscled sweating workers and how would they equate to my wonderful animals…I decided to find out the first chance I got .