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Teenage Barn Secrets (Mff voy zoo oral inter anal les)
By billy69boy
This is a story about something I witnessed with my own eyes. It changed me forever, for better or for worse, I'm still not quite sure which. Maybe you can help me decide. Things seemed simple enough: all I was supposed to do was borrow a posthole digger from our neighbor Mr. Parker. But what started out as a simple errand turned into something else entirely. First, a little background:
Chapter One
My name is Olivia Brooke. My parents have high pressure professional jobs in the city, but they yearned for a more rural living experience. So they bought a farm about thirty miles outside the city limits. It was a working farm, but they had no interest in actual farming. So they leased out the fields and we moved into the spacious farm house. It turned out that several of the other farms in the area worked the same way: the owners had careers in the city and lived on the grounds, but other people farmed their land. The Parkers were our closest neighbors, and my parents had a cordial relationship with them, although they didn't consider them to be friends. They had a daughter named Shay. Neither Shay nor I had siblings, nor did we hang out together.
I took the bus to the public school in the city and Shay was bussed to a private school a little further away, in the ritzier section. We didn't really have a lot in common. We were both in high school, but she was a couple years ahead of me. Plus the fact that I was a 'public' and she was a 'private' basically meant that she had no time for me. Not that I cared. We couldn't be more different anyway: she was a preppy girly-girl, and I was more of the tomboy jock type. (My dad always wanted a son, so I tried to play the role sometimes.) Despite being looked down upon as a public school nobody, I was a straight 'A' student, inheriting my share of intelligence from both my parents.
Anyway, it was spring time, and my father decided it might be fun to raise a handful of small critters, just for the heck of it: Maybe a couple of sheep, some goats and a few chickens. I think he was a little jealous that Mr. Parker kept a cow and a few horses in his barn that sat at the back corner of his property. Dad bought all the fencing materials necessary to enclose a good portion of our back yard. All we needed was a posthole digger and we could get started putting up the fence posts.
Before I went to bed that night, my dad told me he had phoned the Parkers, and Mr. Parker was happy to lend us his posthole digger, as well as any other tools that were stored up in the loft of his barn. My father proudly recounted his response, telling Mr. Parker that we had all the other tools we needed for the job. I guess the two of them felt empowered bragging about their tools, I thought to myself, suppressing a snicker. So, my task for the next day was to stop by after school and get the posthole digger from their barn.
My bus stop was conveniently located close to the Parker's barn. As I bounded down the steps of the bus, my backpack bouncing in unison, I could see Shay Parker's bus pulling away from her front door, and Shay unlocking the door and entering the house. She didn't see me, or at least she didn't acknowledge my presence. I continued on to the barn and stepped through the door. I had never before been inside, so I looked around a little. There was the cow and two horses, chewing away, oblivious to me. I saw the stairs up to the loft, and climbed up to look for the tool I had come for. There were all kinds of different tools for every kind of farm use you could imagine. I found the posthole digger with no problem, but first the hay loft itself caught my eye. It ran the length of the barn, with a railing all along the side. It was only partially filled with hay, a few barrels of what I figured contained oats and several wooden crates of horse corn. The rest was fairly open space. I walked down and back and leaned over the rail to get a better view of the b**sts below.
Satisfied with the results of my exploration, I was ready to complete my task and go home. That's when I heard the barn door creak open. I stepped back into the upstairs darkness. The barn floor brightened with the afternoon sunlight as the door opened wider. I held my breath, not knowing what I should do. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but it felt like I was. I tried to stay calm as I peeked down below to see who had come in. To my surprise it was Shay. I wasn't so much surprised about that as I was at how fast she had gotten out to the barn. I could see that she was still wearing her school uniform, only without her plaid blazer. So, that explained how she got there so fast. But I was baffled about the reason why: what was so urgent that she had to get out to the barn so quickly? Perhaps it had something to do with when her parents would get home from the city, I reasoned, but I had to admit my theory didn't make much sense.
It was too late for me to announce my presence without scaring the wits out of her, so I just hunkered down behind a hay bale and figured I would just wait her out. Shay moved quietly among the three of them, petting their heads and cooing softly to them. She called them all by name: Daisy was the cow, Lizzy was the mare, and Elliot was the spirited young stallion. All three of them seemed happy to see Shay, but Elliot made quite a display of his enthusiasm, whinnying, stomping his front hoof, and bowing his head up and down as she rubbed his mane and neck vigorously.
"Calm down, Elliot!" she giggled, as she took hold of his bridle and led him out of his stall to the middle of the barn floor. Shay began grooming his coat, first one side, then the other. As gentle as Shay was with the brush, Elliot could not stand still. He kept bobbing his head and shaking it back and forth, and Shay kept reprimanding him in a stern voice, even as her outbursts of laughter gave her away.
"Elliot! Can't you wait? Oh, you're such a naughty boy!" she exclaimed, laughing some more.
I didn't understand what was happening, but it looked like both of them were having fun. Shay walked right in front of Elliot, as she directed his head bobs to her white blouse. He nestled his face between her breasts and she giggled as her head fell back, while she shamelessly presented her chest to him.
"Good boy!" She patted him on his nose and took a step back. She slowly unbuttoned her school blouse while Elliot waited impatiently, snorting and fidgeting. She opened her shirt wide, pulling her shirt tail out of her pleated plaid skirt. She stepped forward and allowed the horse to nuzzle her breasts through her sheer white bra. I heard her moan quietly.
"Yes, boy…good boy…" she pulled her arms behind her back and thrust her tits at him. The excited horse didn't disappoint. He licked and nibbled at her nipples, soaking her bra in the process. More grunts from Elliot and groans from Shay followed, and I must admit I was getting pretty worked up just watching. Still, I had no idea what to expect next.
Shay stepped back a little and unhooked the front of her bra and pulled each piece aside, proudly revealing her firm bosoms and erect nipples to Elliot's drooling mouth. She stepped up gingerly, took a breast in each hand and squeezed them together. Eliot began to lick them immediately. I could see Shay's knees buckling and her legs shaking as the horse attacked her young eager tits with his tongue, lips and teeth. He seemed to know exactly what to do…
While I was busy watching Eliot's performance, I didn't notice that Shay's right hand seemed to have slipped between her legs, underneath her red and blue skirt. I couldn't actually see what she was up to, but I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I was getting kind of 'itchy' down there myself. When I unzipped my jeans so I could 'scratch my itch' I discovered that my own pussy was soaking wet. No wonder why it was itching!
By now, Shay was holding onto Eliot's bridle with one hand and frigging herself with her other hand as the horse gobbled up her tits. Watching Shay work herself into an intense orgasm made me cum in my own panties without even touching myself. It was really intense. I had just discovered the joys of self pleasure not that long ago, but this feeling was on a whole different level.
As things calmed down, Shay straightened herself out and left Elliot standing alone while she disappeared from my view. I heard metal clank against metal, and then water running. Within a couple minutes, Shay reappeared carrying a bucket of sudsy water and a cloth rag. Elliot saw her and whinnied his approval. He began stomping his hooves again and growing quite anxious.
"Calm down, boy, it's alright…you know everything's alright," she repeated soothingly as she dropped to her knees under the horse, dragging the bucket closer. She rubbed his belly slowly, cooing and whispering to him. I couldn't hear her too well and I really couldn't see much either, as her back was facing me. But I saw her dunk the cloth in the bucket of soapy water, squeeze it out over the bucket, and lean forward with it. Elliot's reactions led me to believe that she was washing his underbelly, and maybe even his genitals. The fact that he was now alternately stomping his back hooves confirmed my suspicions.
"That's a good boy! How does that feel? Do you like that?"
The washing ritual went on for several minutes, and I must say I was on the verge of exploding again, even though I couldn't be sure that my hunches were correct. But that was before Shay exclaimed:
"GOOD BOY! Look how big you got? You're a BIG BOY now!"
With that, I saw her plunk the wash rag into the bucket and hunker down between the aroused horse's back legs. Her arms disappeared in front of her and out of my view. She seemed to be rocking back and forth a little. I wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but I was able to narrow it down when I heard her speak again:
"Do you like that Big Boy? MMMMMM, yes, I know you do." And the horse seemed to answer her enthusiastically. Just the thought of her pumping Elliot's huge cock with both hands at once made me swoon with thoughts of nasty, dirty lust. I still refused to finger myself because, well, I guess I felt like I should maintain some decency or something, I don't know. (A few years ago, my mother had told me I should never touch myself down there, as it wasn't ladylike.) But it was no use. As soon as I watched her stop talking and lean in towards his crotch, my pussy erupted like the hot volcano it was. I saw her head slowly move up and down the sides of Eliot's shaft as he growled almost like a dog. But his was a growl of intense anticipation. When she raised her hands above her head, I knew she was fondling Eliot's huge balls, and he reacted like he was agitated and impatient, but Shay's lips caused him to calm down enough to stay in control.
Suddenly, I remembered seeing that old pair of hedge shears hanging from the wall. I had admired the two thick smooth wooden handles, and I wondered what one of them might feel like penetrating my tight pussy. I was about to find out. I crept silently on tiptoes over to the wall and took the shears back to my secret perch near the action below. I had barely slipped out of my jeans and wet panties when I heard her choke and cough quietly as she pulled her head back in an effort to calm her spasming throat. I took a seat on top of the hay bale and steered one of the wooden handles towards my wide open cunt. Shay could have probably seen me sitting there if she bothered to look my way. But she was too busy with the sordid task in front of her.
As she resumed her mission to swallow the aroused horse's huge cock, I wasn't surprised to find out that the wood handle slid right up my well lubricated teenage hole. It felt so good to take it so deep, as my pussy lips wrapped around its girth as if they were embracing it with love.
My reverie was interrupted by Elliot making all kinds of strange noises, as Shay's head moved back and forth at a feverish pace. She sat up straighter and responded with panicked groans coming from deep in her throat. And then, just like that, I could hear her choking and gulping frantically as Elliot spewed forth a surging fountain of cum. As much as Shay tried valiantly to swallow it all, some of it spurted on her face and ran down her bare chest. She was sitting up straight now, running her fingers over her face and transferring the hot cream between her legs. She rubbed the excess cum on her chest all over her tits, as her other hand fingered her slick cunt. Elliot stood his ground, waiting until she leaned in again and cleaned his massive cock with her eager tongue. He bobbed his head appreciatively as he patiently awaited her next move.
I was in the throes of ecstasy, riding that handle, when I wondered if there was going to be more to this incredible show. Sure enough, Shay got out from under the now docile horse and walked over to a nearby table. Elliot followed her over and she barely got on her back with her skirt lifted up and her legs pulled back before he bent down and began to lick her glistening pussy. Her private parts were now facing me, and I was surprised to see that her pussy was bare and as smooth as her legs. Considering she was a brunette, it took me a few seconds before I realized she must shave her pussy when she shaves her legs. Being a little younger, and a natural blonde like my mom, I didn't even start shaving my legs yet, much less the fine blonde wispy hair that barely shown on my vagina.
"Oh, that's it, Big Boy, Oooooh yes! Make me cum Elliot!" She writhed and shuddered as he licked her sex and tongue fucked her so deeply, I thought she might pass out. I thought I might pass out too, and the idea of both of us doing it at the same time was sort of weird. I guess we kind of came at the same time, so that was cool. I just laid there on the hay, finally realizing how itchy it was on my naked ass. I heard Shay get up and lead Elliot back to his stall. She used the bucket of soapy water and the rag to clean herself up before getting dressed and slipping quietly out of the barn. Her parents got home from work earlier than mine did, so I wasn't worried about getting the posthole digger home before they got there.
After waiting several minutes for Shay to make it inside her house, I crept out and made my way home. My own cunt was swimming in its own juices, and I was kind of proud that I never touched myself with my fingers. I'm not sure where my mom got the idea that it was a 'sin', as she called it. She had never really explained it to me, but that was about all the sex education I had ever received from her.
That night at dinner I was a million miles away. My parents kept asking me if I was okay, and all I could do was smile and nod my head.
"She acts like she's in love," my dad surmised.
"Maybe she's going into that 'boy crazy' stage," my mom offered aloud.
I wasn't sure what it was, but I know I couldn't stop thinking about Shay and Elliot. I stayed up late recounting all that I had witnessed that day. And yes, I finger fucked myself in bed several times as I ran the scenes through my mind over and over. All of a sudden, touching myself was no big deal, I decided defiantly. It was important: even essential. I thought about what I might do tomorrow and in the future. I couldn't close my eyes for the night until I vowed that I would be up in that loft tomorrow after school.
Chapter Two
I woke up the next morning drenched between my legs. Just the thought of yesterday's events had my head spinning. I rushed off to the shower seeking relief. The warm water soothed me, but I was far from calm. I was surprised to notice that my just budding breasts were hard as a rock, and my nipples stood out proudly. I soaped my small mounds up and my fingertips lingered on them enough that I felt the familiar tingling in my "no touch" zone my mother seemed so obsessed about. The bar of soap slid down my body until it came in contact with my eager clit, and within a few minutes my legs were quivering uncontrollably as an amazing orgasm shot through my body.
"Olivia? Olivia!" My mom called out through the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there? Hurry up or you're going to miss your bus!"
"Yes, mama, I'm fine…I'll be out in a minute," I assured her.
Riding into school, as well going to my classes, was a big blur that day. I was thankful I had decided to wear a skirt because the constant wetness in my panties might have been noticeable otherwise. My focus was on the bus ride home, and I couldn't wait to get home and sneak back into the barn. I wasn't disappointed. Sure enough, Shay showed up like clockwork and didn't hesitate to start her routine right away. Elliot looked downright thrilled to see her, and he went through his usual greetings for her. She brushed him and groomed him and then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse like she was performing a strip tease for him. Only this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Elliot obliged with a good licking and soon after she frigged herself she went to get the bucket of soapy water.
I realized then that I had forgotten to take the hedge shears off the wall, and I didn't want to risk making any noise, for fear that Shay might hear me walking around. As I was sitting between two crates of corn, I decided that choosing one of them would do just fine. I had already stripped off my panties at school in the bathroom stall before boarding the school bus home, so I busied myself with rubbing the corn cob up and down between my outstretched legs, shuddering each time it touched my clit. I was already so horny and wet with anticipation; I wasn't surprised when the ear of corn slid right up inside of me with ease.
Now came the good part: Shay took her place underneath the horse's belly and cleaned off his shaft with the warm wet rag, much to Elliot's delight. When she leaned in and started licking his cock up and down and massaging his balls, I felt my ears ringing and my heart pounding. But I managed to stay focused because I didn't want to miss seeing her swallow that huge cock and then watch as he drenched her in horse cum. Speaking of which, I had buried that hard ear of corn so deep into my pussy that I could hardly hold onto the end of it. By the time Shay lay on top of the hay bale with her legs pulled back for Elliot's tongue, I totally lost it. Listening to her moans and her urging the horse on to lick her to climax made me cum so hard, I actually passed out from all the intensity. By the time I came around, Elliot had already been put away and Shay was long gone.
As I gathered myself and made my way out of the barn, I realized I was addicted. I knew I would be back the next day and the day after that. I couldn't get enough. I began to worry about what I would do over the weekend when all the parents would be home. Could I survive until Monday? I decided not to worry about it, as there were still three more weekdays to go, and I was determined to be there for each one. Our routine seemed to be set, and each time I watched Shay and Elliot I wondered more and more about how it must feel to do what Shay did with her horse. I admit to fantasizing being in her place, and I got off to that idea whenever I thought about it.
On Friday, one thing about the routine changed, which made me feel even more depraved and lustful: when Shay got to the point of lying on her back with her legs spread, she did something halfway through that blew my mind even more: she turned over, got on her knees and spread her ass cheeks. She coaxed the horse to continue his oral pleasuring; only he licked her ass along with her pussy while she fingered her clit at the same time. The result was overwhelming to both Shay as well as to me. She lurched and bucked and almost fell off the table as he eagerly licked both her holes. As for me, I pushed back hard against the ear of corn that was buried inside of me.
Chapter Three
I was obsessed by now, and I don't know how I managed to survive the weekend without my fix. But Monday finally came, and I was on my way home from school. I had taken to wearing skirts and dresses to school exclusively now, and shedding my damp panties before the bus ride home. It was just a matter of convenience at this point. I couldn't wait to get to the barn, and I caught myself fidgeting in my seat and willing myself to calm down in case someone might notice.
I wanted to run to the barn and take my familiar place, but I made myself walk steadily instead, in case someone might be watching. Little did I know? As usual, Shay arrived a few minutes after I had settled in, my ear of horse corn at the ready. Shay performed her usual show as I watched intently, slowly teasing my exposed cunt with the end of the corn cob. When she got to the point of going under Elliot's belly and taking his thick cock in her mouth, I was all ready to bring myself to climax, which would be one of many for the day. Suddenly, my eyes grew huge as I noticed the light on the barn floor getting brighter and brighter: the barn door opened slowly and silently, and a figure entered. As the door closed it got darker again. Shay hadn't noticed. Her back was to the door and I guessed that her eyes were closed as she serviced her horse orally.
An imposing figure loomed in the shadows, his back toward me. He stood still for several minutes, arms folded, silently observing the scene unfolding in front of him. Without a word, he stepped closer and seemed to hold something in his hands, although I couldn't make out what it was. The next thing I knew, I saw a quick flash of light; and then another…and another. The figure had his cell phone aimed perfectly, and he was taking pictures of Shay sucking on the horse's cock! She must have had her eyes closed the entire time, because she never budged. She just kept on sucking. I desperately wanted to warn her: to shout out to her; anything! But I knew it was already too late for that, plus it would give away my position, and I wasn't ready for that at all. So I just sat back a little farther into the darkness of the hayloft and bided my time, as I watched the embarrassing scene unfold in front of me.
When Shay finally experienced the surge of Elliot's cum, she proceeded with her ritual of swallowing as much as she could, then soaking her fingers in the excess and rubbing it all over her pussy and her chest. At that point, she stood up and began making her way towards the table, where she would lay herself out for the horse's oral payback. I cringed, hugging myself tightly as I watched the scene unfold. She let out a quick shriek as she jumped back.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She exclaimed as she tried in vain to cover her nakedness with her hands:
"Mister James!"
Mister James was really James Cooper. He was the farm manager for all the local farms who were owned by city people like our parents. Everyone called him Mr. James out of respect, which was kind of unusual around these parts because he was a black man. Down here in the south, black men didn't get much respect at all, even in this day and age, sad to say. But he was strong and smart and knew the business. He made sure those farm owners' lands turned a profit for them.
"Well, well, well, Miss Parker, that was quite a show!" He responded, chuckling, his muscular arms crossed over his chest once again. Shay squirmed in front of him, obviously uncomfortable, and who wouldn't be? I could hear her muttering but no real words came out.
"Now, Miss Parker, you have put me in a rather precarious position," he said in his college educated manner: "Now I have to decide if I should share these photos I took of you and your equine friend with your father or with your mother first."
"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" The desperation in her voice was at once genuine and heartbreaking. I really felt bad for her, and I found myself trying to cover my own naked body parts along with her. A long pause followed as Mister James gave it time for the awkward situation to sink in. He seemed content to let her twist in the wind, and he was in no hurry to speak. He definitely had the upper hand. Finally, he produced his cell phone, and punched up the incriminating pictures for her to view.
"I wonder what your parents might have to say about these," he suggested. Her head dropped and I could hear her quietly sobbing as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Finally, she looked up and spoke:
"Please, Mister James, please don't tell my parents! I'll do anything!" She put her face in her hands and burst into tears. Mister James stood silently and let her have her cry. I wanted to cry along with her, but I didn't dare take the chance of revealing my position.
"So, you'll do anything you say?"
"Yes, yes, anything! Even though you are blackmailing me!"
"Blackmail is such an ugly word, Miss Shay," he responded calmly.
"Well then, what do you call it?"
"I'd call it an alternative to blackmail: another choice, if you will."
Shay seemed unconvinced.
"Let's just call it compensation for a job well done. Or perhaps a secret pact, or an agreement that benefits both parties," he suggested.
"Humph," she shot back, not particularly agreeing with his choices, "so what do you want from me?"
Again, he laughed gently, knowing that he had the upper hand.
"Well, all things considered, I want to have the same privileges that your horse has, plus a little more," he answered vaguely.
"Meaning?"
"I want access to all your sexual pleasures. Whenever I please, for as long as I please," he answered calmly yet firmly. A long silence from Shay.
"You are an evil and vile man!"
More chuckles from Mister James.
"Perhaps, but I'm giving you another option than taking these pictures to your parents, which would be the honorable thing for me to do, considering I am under their employ. So, do you want me to do the honorable thing, or the evil, vile thing?"
More awkward silence from Shay. I could see the wheels turning in her mind. If it were me in her place, I don't know what I would do. Finally, she spoke:
"Well, you can't put it in my vagina, because I'm not on the pill…"
I couldn't see Mister James' face as he had his back to me, but I suspect he was smiling broadly. Mister James was in his early fifties. He had lost his young wife and their only offspring many years ago in a car accident. He never remarried; much less went out on dates or attended any social events. He just kept to himself and concentrated on his work. So, from my hayloft perch I could see this as a golden opportunity for him, however evil and vile it might be.
Mister James stepped forward until he was inches away from Shay. Again, I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but I heard Shay whisper "OH!" when he reached out, grabbed her hand and seemed to pull it to his crotch. A few minutes went by in silence as Shay's arm moved in unison with Mister James' arm. I was getting horny again, now that an agreement had been reached between them, however uncomfortable it might have been for Shay to get caught like she did. I just thanked my lucky stars that it was Shay and not me.
"I am fine with not fucking your pussy. But that doesn't mean it goes unused," I heard him say, as his hand reached down between her legs. He walked her backwards towards the table until she bumped into it. I could see her opening her legs as she stood there leaning against the table, groaning as Mister James drilled her hot wet hole with his fingers. I know that's what he was doing because I heard him say:
"Oh yes! Finger fuck the young teeny girl!"
Every once in a while, I had a kind of paranoid feeling that Mister James was giving me quick glances up in the hay loft, but I blew it off as just my imagination.
I could see Shay put her hands on his shoulders and I watched as her hips thrust towards him with each penetration of his fingers. It made me pinch my nipples and finger my own cunt as I watched. After a few minutes, he grabbed her waist, picked her up and placed her on the table, pushing her onto her back. Her legs opened naturally, and he buried his face in her willing crotch. At that point, I just completely lost it. Such a hot fucking scene! My addiction was taking on new meaning, and I was loving every minute of it.
After her legs stopped spasming, he stood up again; he was ready for his own pleasure.
"I liked how you handled your horse. I want you to show me the same pleasure," he suggested gently.
Shay sat up, her face glowing. Mister James took the opportunity to fondle her perky young tits and pinch her nipples until they stood up proud and eager for more. She slid down to her knees as Mister James dropped his jeans and underwear. I couldn't see his manhood, but from the beaming look on her face she was impressed.
"I don't know if I can take all this," she gushed.
Her words made me cum again right then and there, without warning. After watching her suck a horse's cock like a pro for a week, it blew my mind that she would have doubts about her ability to handle Mister James' offering. I could only imagine. I looked down, and Shay must have been working her magic, because Mister James held her head firmly in his strong grasp, and he was pushing his hips intently towards her face while she kept her hands on his waist.
Soon enough, I heard him warn Shay that he was about to cum. They each firmly held their grasp on the other and he groaned and lurched forward while she choked and gagged and tried her best to take his entire supply of cum down her throat. As for myself, I was never so happy to have access to a few bins of corn, as I lay back and completed my own bliss. I couldn't imagine how heaven could be any better than this. But I also had a strange premonition at the same time but I couldn't quite put my finger on.
As they relaxed below, I heard them discussing anal possibilities, at least from what I could gather. I leaned closer so I could hear better. I didn't know very much about anal sex. It sounded kind of gross, to be honest, but I did watch Elliot licking Shay's ass and I guess it was okay. But now it was two humans talking about it, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. They were talking quietly, and I strained to get the gist of their conversation.
"Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"
"No, never. I've never been with a man," Shay explained.
"Well, you are in for a treat," Mister James replied.
"Um, I don’t know if I'm ready for that."
"Okay, no problem: just let me know and I'll be happy to show your parents the pictures I took."
"No, wait! Please don't do that!"
"Well then?" Another long pause from Shay.
"Okay then, I guess," came Shay's reluctant reply.
"Unless you want to wait for the other person that has the power to blackmail you…" his voice trailed off.
"Wait...WHAT!"
"Yes, unfortunately for you, it's true," he admitted. I could hear most of the words, but it didn't really register.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, don't you wonder how I ended up coming here and catching you in the act?" I heard him say. At that point my whole body began to quake.
"Yes, now that you mention it…how did you know?" The tone of Shay's voice was caustic. Their voices got instantly lower, and I got nervous. Holy shit, I thought, as I strained to hear what they were saying.
From what I could gather, Mister James was driving by and noticed that someone was going into the barn after school before Miss Shay went in to "feed" and "groom" the livestock there. This 'intruder' seemed to be going there on a regular basis. While he sat outside in his golf cart, he realized it was the young blonde girl across the way: a Miss Brooke.
"OLIVIA!" Her voice was piercing, and there was no mistake who she was referring to. I immediately tensed up and the ear of corn tucked snugly in my cunt popped right out, rolled along the hayloft floor and dropped off the edge, plopping down on the barn floor. Both of them looked up at once. I froze.
"That is probably her right now," Mister James declared proudly, while Shay fumed.
"Olivia! Get the fuck down here right NOW!" Shay screamed up in my direction. I didn't want to do anything but sprout wings and fly away, but knowing that wasn't a possibility, I meekly stood up and made my way down to my fate.
While Mister James grinned triumphantly, Shay glared at me with that 'if looks could kill' message clearly on her face.
"Why hello, Miss Olivia!" Mister James could hardly contain himself, while Shay just growled at me like a rabid dog.
"So now, what do we have here?" Mister James took it upon himself to assess the situation.
"Miss Shay has a special relationship with her horse Elliot, and you have a thing for watching them in action. Now, it seems to me that you are a direct witness to Miss Shay's depravity, and as such you have a certain power over her, as do I; having discovered her heinous acts with the horse. So it seems to me that you can also either blackmail her, or offer her some alternative agreement like I did. Does that make sense to everyone?"
I nodded my head, for lack of any other alternative, while Shay just seemed content to seethe. I guess she was still processing the fact that I had been there every day spying on her and Elliot. I think she knew I still held the upper hand, though, and she wasn't very happy with that. Finally, she spoke:
"So what'll it be, Olivia? What's your offer?"
I didn't have much time to think about it, of course, and I was kind of still trying to figure out how I was so lucky to come out of this in a position of relative power. So, in my innocence, I blurted out:
"I just want you to teach me how to please Elliot."
All of a sudden, the tension lifted: Mister James chuckled, and Shay grinned; her eyes twinkling. Mister James took control:
"How about if we drop the whole "gotcha" thing, and just play together?"
It made us all smile, and now we were all on the same page.
"Allow me to lead, if you will?"
Shay and I couldn't have been happier.
"Okay then, Olivia, you come over here and lie on your back on this table." I readily complied.
"Now Shay, I want you to climb up on top of Olivia and lick her pussy."
Shay positioned herself over me, her body facing the opposite way of mine. It left her ass exposed and vulnerable to Mister James, while her soaked pussy hovered inches above my face. Mister James leaned over, spread Shay's ass cheeks, and began to tongue her dark entrance. It didn’t take long for his fat cock to stiffen, and soon he was pushing his stiff shaft into Shay's virgin ass. I had a perfect view of the action. I loved Shay's tongue violating my pussy, and I naturally returned the favor. Soon we were all writhing around on the table together, and I saw Mister James' hard cock slip out of Shay's ass. I looked back at him and he was presenting it to me without a word. I instinctively opened my mouth: what did I know? He plunged it between my hot lips and began to fuck my mouth without mercy. Every once in a while I thought I saw a few quick flashes of light every once in a while, but I didn't pay it any mind, being all wrapped up in the excitement of the moment.
The taste of Shay's hot ass juice in my mouth was tangy but not offensive. When Mister James pulled out of my mouth and pushed his fat cock deeper into Shay' ass, I went back to nibbling on her clit and trying to make her cum. Meanwhile, Shay was jamming two fingers into my cunt while Mister James alternated between fucking her ass and my mouth. It was like a chain reaction: when Shay's hips and legs began to quiver uncontrollably, I felt my own body lose control, and Mister James pumped my mouth full of his hot cum, almost all at once. After our climaxes subsided, Mister James stepped back and began to dress. Shay and I shakily stood up side by side, our legs like rubber.
Chapter Four
"Look, Miss Shay and Miss Olivia, I really enjoyed our time together, believe me I did. You are both beautiful young ladies, and I'd like to play together forever. But the reality is, your parents are among the people who pay my salary, and I can't jeopardize that. You understand, don't you?"
Shay and I nodded in unison.
"I would never turn you girls in to your parents. I have pictures, yes, but I will keep them safe and only use them for my own pleasure and as a bit of insurance in case either one of you ever think about divulging our little secret. There's no blackmail going on here. So don't worry about me. I can only hope that you will give me the same courtesy."
We nodded again, as we watched him turn towards the door and ride off in his golf cart. We walked back into the barn and closed the door. And that's when it hit me…literally. Shay took a handful of my hair in her hand, spun me around, and slapped me twice in the face: first with her forehand and then backhanded. She let go of my hair and pushed me so hard I lurched forward a few steps and fell to the ground. I looked back at her in disbelief, holding my stinging cheek in my hand.
"How dare you? The nerve of you to sneak into my barn and watch me and Elliot! What are you, some kind of fucking little pervert?" The irony of her accusation was not lost on either of us.
Frustrated by her own question, she marched over and picked up the ear of corn that had been ejected by my depraved cunt earlier. She turned towards me and shook it at me.
"Get up on that table, young lady! Now!" I stumbled to my feet and walked slowly to my fate. I nervously climbed up and lay on my back.
"Spread your legs nice and wide, you little slut!" I knew what was coming, and even though she made no attempt to wipe the dirt off the sticky corn, she stepped between my legs and pushed it into my soaking wet pussy in one quick motion. The searing pain of penetration shocked me, but only for a few strokes, and then it felt so naughty and so good. I found myself pulling my legs back to my chest so Shay could have the best angle to fuck me with that piece of corn. When she shoved her index finger into my tight asshole, I hardly noticed, other than to feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. Soon, I was writhing and moaning on the table, and my entire body shuddered as I came like never before.
"Wow, you really are a little fucking whore, aren't you?" Shay remarked. I stayed silent, but I had to agree with her, to be honest. Apparently, she had her own arousal to deal with, and she climbed up on my still heaving body and squatted down to within an inch of my face, while I was still gasping for air. Without a word, she lowered her dripping pussy down on my mouth and played with her clit while I licked her wanton cunt and sucked her juices out. She sat up a little straighter and positioned her forbidden passage over my eager mouth, urging me to stick my tongue up her ass as she wiggled her hips over my face. It didn't take long to taste her slick offerings as I licked her pussy and her ass back and forth until she slumped over on top of my body, breathing heavily. Finally, she managed to slide over and she helped me to sit up.
We sat next to each other on the table for the longest time; lost in thought and basking in the revelry we had experienced together. Finally, Shay turned towards me:
"So, will you be here tomorrow?"
"For sure!" I replied, without even trying to stifle my grin.
"Okay, good. I'll introduce you properly to Elliot. He has a lot to teach you."
By billy69boy
This is a story about something I witnessed with my own eyes. It changed me forever, for better or for worse, I'm still not quite sure which. Maybe you can help me decide. Things seemed simple enough: all I was supposed to do was borrow a posthole digger from our neighbor Mr. Parker. But what started out as a simple errand turned into something else entirely. First, a little background:
Chapter One
My name is Olivia Brooke. My parents have high pressure professional jobs in the city, but they yearned for a more rural living experience. So they bought a farm about thirty miles outside the city limits. It was a working farm, but they had no interest in actual farming. So they leased out the fields and we moved into the spacious farm house. It turned out that several of the other farms in the area worked the same way: the owners had careers in the city and lived on the grounds, but other people farmed their land. The Parkers were our closest neighbors, and my parents had a cordial relationship with them, although they didn't consider them to be friends. They had a daughter named Shay. Neither Shay nor I had siblings, nor did we hang out together.
I took the bus to the public school in the city and Shay was bussed to a private school a little further away, in the ritzier section. We didn't really have a lot in common. We were both in high school, but she was a couple years ahead of me. Plus the fact that I was a 'public' and she was a 'private' basically meant that she had no time for me. Not that I cared. We couldn't be more different anyway: she was a preppy girly-girl, and I was more of the tomboy jock type. (My dad always wanted a son, so I tried to play the role sometimes.) Despite being looked down upon as a public school nobody, I was a straight 'A' student, inheriting my share of intelligence from both my parents.
Anyway, it was spring time, and my father decided it might be fun to raise a handful of small critters, just for the heck of it: Maybe a couple of sheep, some goats and a few chickens. I think he was a little jealous that Mr. Parker kept a cow and a few horses in his barn that sat at the back corner of his property. Dad bought all the fencing materials necessary to enclose a good portion of our back yard. All we needed was a posthole digger and we could get started putting up the fence posts.
Before I went to bed that night, my dad told me he had phoned the Parkers, and Mr. Parker was happy to lend us his posthole digger, as well as any other tools that were stored up in the loft of his barn. My father proudly recounted his response, telling Mr. Parker that we had all the other tools we needed for the job. I guess the two of them felt empowered bragging about their tools, I thought to myself, suppressing a snicker. So, my task for the next day was to stop by after school and get the posthole digger from their barn.
My bus stop was conveniently located close to the Parker's barn. As I bounded down the steps of the bus, my backpack bouncing in unison, I could see Shay Parker's bus pulling away from her front door, and Shay unlocking the door and entering the house. She didn't see me, or at least she didn't acknowledge my presence. I continued on to the barn and stepped through the door. I had never before been inside, so I looked around a little. There was the cow and two horses, chewing away, oblivious to me. I saw the stairs up to the loft, and climbed up to look for the tool I had come for. There were all kinds of different tools for every kind of farm use you could imagine. I found the posthole digger with no problem, but first the hay loft itself caught my eye. It ran the length of the barn, with a railing all along the side. It was only partially filled with hay, a few barrels of what I figured contained oats and several wooden crates of horse corn. The rest was fairly open space. I walked down and back and leaned over the rail to get a better view of the b**sts below.
Satisfied with the results of my exploration, I was ready to complete my task and go home. That's when I heard the barn door creak open. I stepped back into the upstairs darkness. The barn floor brightened with the afternoon sunlight as the door opened wider. I held my breath, not knowing what I should do. I wasn't doing anything wrong, but it felt like I was. I tried to stay calm as I peeked down below to see who had come in. To my surprise it was Shay. I wasn't so much surprised about that as I was at how fast she had gotten out to the barn. I could see that she was still wearing her school uniform, only without her plaid blazer. So, that explained how she got there so fast. But I was baffled about the reason why: what was so urgent that she had to get out to the barn so quickly? Perhaps it had something to do with when her parents would get home from the city, I reasoned, but I had to admit my theory didn't make much sense.
It was too late for me to announce my presence without scaring the wits out of her, so I just hunkered down behind a hay bale and figured I would just wait her out. Shay moved quietly among the three of them, petting their heads and cooing softly to them. She called them all by name: Daisy was the cow, Lizzy was the mare, and Elliot was the spirited young stallion. All three of them seemed happy to see Shay, but Elliot made quite a display of his enthusiasm, whinnying, stomping his front hoof, and bowing his head up and down as she rubbed his mane and neck vigorously.
"Calm down, Elliot!" she giggled, as she took hold of his bridle and led him out of his stall to the middle of the barn floor. Shay began grooming his coat, first one side, then the other. As gentle as Shay was with the brush, Elliot could not stand still. He kept bobbing his head and shaking it back and forth, and Shay kept reprimanding him in a stern voice, even as her outbursts of laughter gave her away.
"Elliot! Can't you wait? Oh, you're such a naughty boy!" she exclaimed, laughing some more.
I didn't understand what was happening, but it looked like both of them were having fun. Shay walked right in front of Elliot, as she directed his head bobs to her white blouse. He nestled his face between her breasts and she giggled as her head fell back, while she shamelessly presented her chest to him.
"Good boy!" She patted him on his nose and took a step back. She slowly unbuttoned her school blouse while Elliot waited impatiently, snorting and fidgeting. She opened her shirt wide, pulling her shirt tail out of her pleated plaid skirt. She stepped forward and allowed the horse to nuzzle her breasts through her sheer white bra. I heard her moan quietly.
"Yes, boy…good boy…" she pulled her arms behind her back and thrust her tits at him. The excited horse didn't disappoint. He licked and nibbled at her nipples, soaking her bra in the process. More grunts from Elliot and groans from Shay followed, and I must admit I was getting pretty worked up just watching. Still, I had no idea what to expect next.
Shay stepped back a little and unhooked the front of her bra and pulled each piece aside, proudly revealing her firm bosoms and erect nipples to Elliot's drooling mouth. She stepped up gingerly, took a breast in each hand and squeezed them together. Eliot began to lick them immediately. I could see Shay's knees buckling and her legs shaking as the horse attacked her young eager tits with his tongue, lips and teeth. He seemed to know exactly what to do…
While I was busy watching Eliot's performance, I didn't notice that Shay's right hand seemed to have slipped between her legs, underneath her red and blue skirt. I couldn't actually see what she was up to, but I had a pretty good idea what was going on. I was getting kind of 'itchy' down there myself. When I unzipped my jeans so I could 'scratch my itch' I discovered that my own pussy was soaking wet. No wonder why it was itching!
By now, Shay was holding onto Eliot's bridle with one hand and frigging herself with her other hand as the horse gobbled up her tits. Watching Shay work herself into an intense orgasm made me cum in my own panties without even touching myself. It was really intense. I had just discovered the joys of self pleasure not that long ago, but this feeling was on a whole different level.
As things calmed down, Shay straightened herself out and left Elliot standing alone while she disappeared from my view. I heard metal clank against metal, and then water running. Within a couple minutes, Shay reappeared carrying a bucket of sudsy water and a cloth rag. Elliot saw her and whinnied his approval. He began stomping his hooves again and growing quite anxious.
"Calm down, boy, it's alright…you know everything's alright," she repeated soothingly as she dropped to her knees under the horse, dragging the bucket closer. She rubbed his belly slowly, cooing and whispering to him. I couldn't hear her too well and I really couldn't see much either, as her back was facing me. But I saw her dunk the cloth in the bucket of soapy water, squeeze it out over the bucket, and lean forward with it. Elliot's reactions led me to believe that she was washing his underbelly, and maybe even his genitals. The fact that he was now alternately stomping his back hooves confirmed my suspicions.
"That's a good boy! How does that feel? Do you like that?"
The washing ritual went on for several minutes, and I must say I was on the verge of exploding again, even though I couldn't be sure that my hunches were correct. But that was before Shay exclaimed:
"GOOD BOY! Look how big you got? You're a BIG BOY now!"
With that, I saw her plunk the wash rag into the bucket and hunker down between the aroused horse's back legs. Her arms disappeared in front of her and out of my view. She seemed to be rocking back and forth a little. I wasn't sure exactly what she was doing, but I was able to narrow it down when I heard her speak again:
"Do you like that Big Boy? MMMMMM, yes, I know you do." And the horse seemed to answer her enthusiastically. Just the thought of her pumping Elliot's huge cock with both hands at once made me swoon with thoughts of nasty, dirty lust. I still refused to finger myself because, well, I guess I felt like I should maintain some decency or something, I don't know. (A few years ago, my mother had told me I should never touch myself down there, as it wasn't ladylike.) But it was no use. As soon as I watched her stop talking and lean in towards his crotch, my pussy erupted like the hot volcano it was. I saw her head slowly move up and down the sides of Eliot's shaft as he growled almost like a dog. But his was a growl of intense anticipation. When she raised her hands above her head, I knew she was fondling Eliot's huge balls, and he reacted like he was agitated and impatient, but Shay's lips caused him to calm down enough to stay in control.
Suddenly, I remembered seeing that old pair of hedge shears hanging from the wall. I had admired the two thick smooth wooden handles, and I wondered what one of them might feel like penetrating my tight pussy. I was about to find out. I crept silently on tiptoes over to the wall and took the shears back to my secret perch near the action below. I had barely slipped out of my jeans and wet panties when I heard her choke and cough quietly as she pulled her head back in an effort to calm her spasming throat. I took a seat on top of the hay bale and steered one of the wooden handles towards my wide open cunt. Shay could have probably seen me sitting there if she bothered to look my way. But she was too busy with the sordid task in front of her.
As she resumed her mission to swallow the aroused horse's huge cock, I wasn't surprised to find out that the wood handle slid right up my well lubricated teenage hole. It felt so good to take it so deep, as my pussy lips wrapped around its girth as if they were embracing it with love.
My reverie was interrupted by Elliot making all kinds of strange noises, as Shay's head moved back and forth at a feverish pace. She sat up straighter and responded with panicked groans coming from deep in her throat. And then, just like that, I could hear her choking and gulping frantically as Elliot spewed forth a surging fountain of cum. As much as Shay tried valiantly to swallow it all, some of it spurted on her face and ran down her bare chest. She was sitting up straight now, running her fingers over her face and transferring the hot cream between her legs. She rubbed the excess cum on her chest all over her tits, as her other hand fingered her slick cunt. Elliot stood his ground, waiting until she leaned in again and cleaned his massive cock with her eager tongue. He bobbed his head appreciatively as he patiently awaited her next move.
I was in the throes of ecstasy, riding that handle, when I wondered if there was going to be more to this incredible show. Sure enough, Shay got out from under the now docile horse and walked over to a nearby table. Elliot followed her over and she barely got on her back with her skirt lifted up and her legs pulled back before he bent down and began to lick her glistening pussy. Her private parts were now facing me, and I was surprised to see that her pussy was bare and as smooth as her legs. Considering she was a brunette, it took me a few seconds before I realized she must shave her pussy when she shaves her legs. Being a little younger, and a natural blonde like my mom, I didn't even start shaving my legs yet, much less the fine blonde wispy hair that barely shown on my vagina.
"Oh, that's it, Big Boy, Oooooh yes! Make me cum Elliot!" She writhed and shuddered as he licked her sex and tongue fucked her so deeply, I thought she might pass out. I thought I might pass out too, and the idea of both of us doing it at the same time was sort of weird. I guess we kind of came at the same time, so that was cool. I just laid there on the hay, finally realizing how itchy it was on my naked ass. I heard Shay get up and lead Elliot back to his stall. She used the bucket of soapy water and the rag to clean herself up before getting dressed and slipping quietly out of the barn. Her parents got home from work earlier than mine did, so I wasn't worried about getting the posthole digger home before they got there.
After waiting several minutes for Shay to make it inside her house, I crept out and made my way home. My own cunt was swimming in its own juices, and I was kind of proud that I never touched myself with my fingers. I'm not sure where my mom got the idea that it was a 'sin', as she called it. She had never really explained it to me, but that was about all the sex education I had ever received from her.
That night at dinner I was a million miles away. My parents kept asking me if I was okay, and all I could do was smile and nod my head.
"She acts like she's in love," my dad surmised.
"Maybe she's going into that 'boy crazy' stage," my mom offered aloud.
I wasn't sure what it was, but I know I couldn't stop thinking about Shay and Elliot. I stayed up late recounting all that I had witnessed that day. And yes, I finger fucked myself in bed several times as I ran the scenes through my mind over and over. All of a sudden, touching myself was no big deal, I decided defiantly. It was important: even essential. I thought about what I might do tomorrow and in the future. I couldn't close my eyes for the night until I vowed that I would be up in that loft tomorrow after school.
Chapter Two
I woke up the next morning drenched between my legs. Just the thought of yesterday's events had my head spinning. I rushed off to the shower seeking relief. The warm water soothed me, but I was far from calm. I was surprised to notice that my just budding breasts were hard as a rock, and my nipples stood out proudly. I soaped my small mounds up and my fingertips lingered on them enough that I felt the familiar tingling in my "no touch" zone my mother seemed so obsessed about. The bar of soap slid down my body until it came in contact with my eager clit, and within a few minutes my legs were quivering uncontrollably as an amazing orgasm shot through my body.
"Olivia? Olivia!" My mom called out through the bathroom door. "Are you okay in there? Hurry up or you're going to miss your bus!"
"Yes, mama, I'm fine…I'll be out in a minute," I assured her.
Riding into school, as well going to my classes, was a big blur that day. I was thankful I had decided to wear a skirt because the constant wetness in my panties might have been noticeable otherwise. My focus was on the bus ride home, and I couldn't wait to get home and sneak back into the barn. I wasn't disappointed. Sure enough, Shay showed up like clockwork and didn't hesitate to start her routine right away. Elliot looked downright thrilled to see her, and he went through his usual greetings for her. She brushed him and groomed him and then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse like she was performing a strip tease for him. Only this time she wasn't wearing a bra. Elliot obliged with a good licking and soon after she frigged herself she went to get the bucket of soapy water.
I realized then that I had forgotten to take the hedge shears off the wall, and I didn't want to risk making any noise, for fear that Shay might hear me walking around. As I was sitting between two crates of corn, I decided that choosing one of them would do just fine. I had already stripped off my panties at school in the bathroom stall before boarding the school bus home, so I busied myself with rubbing the corn cob up and down between my outstretched legs, shuddering each time it touched my clit. I was already so horny and wet with anticipation; I wasn't surprised when the ear of corn slid right up inside of me with ease.
Now came the good part: Shay took her place underneath the horse's belly and cleaned off his shaft with the warm wet rag, much to Elliot's delight. When she leaned in and started licking his cock up and down and massaging his balls, I felt my ears ringing and my heart pounding. But I managed to stay focused because I didn't want to miss seeing her swallow that huge cock and then watch as he drenched her in horse cum. Speaking of which, I had buried that hard ear of corn so deep into my pussy that I could hardly hold onto the end of it. By the time Shay lay on top of the hay bale with her legs pulled back for Elliot's tongue, I totally lost it. Listening to her moans and her urging the horse on to lick her to climax made me cum so hard, I actually passed out from all the intensity. By the time I came around, Elliot had already been put away and Shay was long gone.
As I gathered myself and made my way out of the barn, I realized I was addicted. I knew I would be back the next day and the day after that. I couldn't get enough. I began to worry about what I would do over the weekend when all the parents would be home. Could I survive until Monday? I decided not to worry about it, as there were still three more weekdays to go, and I was determined to be there for each one. Our routine seemed to be set, and each time I watched Shay and Elliot I wondered more and more about how it must feel to do what Shay did with her horse. I admit to fantasizing being in her place, and I got off to that idea whenever I thought about it.
On Friday, one thing about the routine changed, which made me feel even more depraved and lustful: when Shay got to the point of lying on her back with her legs spread, she did something halfway through that blew my mind even more: she turned over, got on her knees and spread her ass cheeks. She coaxed the horse to continue his oral pleasuring; only he licked her ass along with her pussy while she fingered her clit at the same time. The result was overwhelming to both Shay as well as to me. She lurched and bucked and almost fell off the table as he eagerly licked both her holes. As for me, I pushed back hard against the ear of corn that was buried inside of me.
Chapter Three
I was obsessed by now, and I don't know how I managed to survive the weekend without my fix. But Monday finally came, and I was on my way home from school. I had taken to wearing skirts and dresses to school exclusively now, and shedding my damp panties before the bus ride home. It was just a matter of convenience at this point. I couldn't wait to get to the barn, and I caught myself fidgeting in my seat and willing myself to calm down in case someone might notice.
I wanted to run to the barn and take my familiar place, but I made myself walk steadily instead, in case someone might be watching. Little did I know? As usual, Shay arrived a few minutes after I had settled in, my ear of horse corn at the ready. Shay performed her usual show as I watched intently, slowly teasing my exposed cunt with the end of the corn cob. When she got to the point of going under Elliot's belly and taking his thick cock in her mouth, I was all ready to bring myself to climax, which would be one of many for the day. Suddenly, my eyes grew huge as I noticed the light on the barn floor getting brighter and brighter: the barn door opened slowly and silently, and a figure entered. As the door closed it got darker again. Shay hadn't noticed. Her back was to the door and I guessed that her eyes were closed as she serviced her horse orally.
An imposing figure loomed in the shadows, his back toward me. He stood still for several minutes, arms folded, silently observing the scene unfolding in front of him. Without a word, he stepped closer and seemed to hold something in his hands, although I couldn't make out what it was. The next thing I knew, I saw a quick flash of light; and then another…and another. The figure had his cell phone aimed perfectly, and he was taking pictures of Shay sucking on the horse's cock! She must have had her eyes closed the entire time, because she never budged. She just kept on sucking. I desperately wanted to warn her: to shout out to her; anything! But I knew it was already too late for that, plus it would give away my position, and I wasn't ready for that at all. So I just sat back a little farther into the darkness of the hayloft and bided my time, as I watched the embarrassing scene unfold in front of me.
When Shay finally experienced the surge of Elliot's cum, she proceeded with her ritual of swallowing as much as she could, then soaking her fingers in the excess and rubbing it all over her pussy and her chest. At that point, she stood up and began making her way towards the table, where she would lay herself out for the horse's oral payback. I cringed, hugging myself tightly as I watched the scene unfold. She let out a quick shriek as she jumped back.
"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She exclaimed as she tried in vain to cover her nakedness with her hands:
"Mister James!"
Mister James was really James Cooper. He was the farm manager for all the local farms who were owned by city people like our parents. Everyone called him Mr. James out of respect, which was kind of unusual around these parts because he was a black man. Down here in the south, black men didn't get much respect at all, even in this day and age, sad to say. But he was strong and smart and knew the business. He made sure those farm owners' lands turned a profit for them.
"Well, well, well, Miss Parker, that was quite a show!" He responded, chuckling, his muscular arms crossed over his chest once again. Shay squirmed in front of him, obviously uncomfortable, and who wouldn't be? I could hear her muttering but no real words came out.
"Now, Miss Parker, you have put me in a rather precarious position," he said in his college educated manner: "Now I have to decide if I should share these photos I took of you and your equine friend with your father or with your mother first."
"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" The desperation in her voice was at once genuine and heartbreaking. I really felt bad for her, and I found myself trying to cover my own naked body parts along with her. A long pause followed as Mister James gave it time for the awkward situation to sink in. He seemed content to let her twist in the wind, and he was in no hurry to speak. He definitely had the upper hand. Finally, he produced his cell phone, and punched up the incriminating pictures for her to view.
"I wonder what your parents might have to say about these," he suggested. Her head dropped and I could hear her quietly sobbing as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Finally, she looked up and spoke:
"Please, Mister James, please don't tell my parents! I'll do anything!" She put her face in her hands and burst into tears. Mister James stood silently and let her have her cry. I wanted to cry along with her, but I didn't dare take the chance of revealing my position.
"So, you'll do anything you say?"
"Yes, yes, anything! Even though you are blackmailing me!"
"Blackmail is such an ugly word, Miss Shay," he responded calmly.
"Well then, what do you call it?"
"I'd call it an alternative to blackmail: another choice, if you will."
Shay seemed unconvinced.
"Let's just call it compensation for a job well done. Or perhaps a secret pact, or an agreement that benefits both parties," he suggested.
"Humph," she shot back, not particularly agreeing with his choices, "so what do you want from me?"
Again, he laughed gently, knowing that he had the upper hand.
"Well, all things considered, I want to have the same privileges that your horse has, plus a little more," he answered vaguely.
"Meaning?"
"I want access to all your sexual pleasures. Whenever I please, for as long as I please," he answered calmly yet firmly. A long silence from Shay.
"You are an evil and vile man!"
More chuckles from Mister James.
"Perhaps, but I'm giving you another option than taking these pictures to your parents, which would be the honorable thing for me to do, considering I am under their employ. So, do you want me to do the honorable thing, or the evil, vile thing?"
More awkward silence from Shay. I could see the wheels turning in her mind. If it were me in her place, I don't know what I would do. Finally, she spoke:
"Well, you can't put it in my vagina, because I'm not on the pill…"
I couldn't see Mister James' face as he had his back to me, but I suspect he was smiling broadly. Mister James was in his early fifties. He had lost his young wife and their only offspring many years ago in a car accident. He never remarried; much less went out on dates or attended any social events. He just kept to himself and concentrated on his work. So, from my hayloft perch I could see this as a golden opportunity for him, however evil and vile it might be.
Mister James stepped forward until he was inches away from Shay. Again, I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but I heard Shay whisper "OH!" when he reached out, grabbed her hand and seemed to pull it to his crotch. A few minutes went by in silence as Shay's arm moved in unison with Mister James' arm. I was getting horny again, now that an agreement had been reached between them, however uncomfortable it might have been for Shay to get caught like she did. I just thanked my lucky stars that it was Shay and not me.
"I am fine with not fucking your pussy. But that doesn't mean it goes unused," I heard him say, as his hand reached down between her legs. He walked her backwards towards the table until she bumped into it. I could see her opening her legs as she stood there leaning against the table, groaning as Mister James drilled her hot wet hole with his fingers. I know that's what he was doing because I heard him say:
"Oh yes! Finger fuck the young teeny girl!"
Every once in a while, I had a kind of paranoid feeling that Mister James was giving me quick glances up in the hay loft, but I blew it off as just my imagination.
I could see Shay put her hands on his shoulders and I watched as her hips thrust towards him with each penetration of his fingers. It made me pinch my nipples and finger my own cunt as I watched. After a few minutes, he grabbed her waist, picked her up and placed her on the table, pushing her onto her back. Her legs opened naturally, and he buried his face in her willing crotch. At that point, I just completely lost it. Such a hot fucking scene! My addiction was taking on new meaning, and I was loving every minute of it.
After her legs stopped spasming, he stood up again; he was ready for his own pleasure.
"I liked how you handled your horse. I want you to show me the same pleasure," he suggested gently.
Shay sat up, her face glowing. Mister James took the opportunity to fondle her perky young tits and pinch her nipples until they stood up proud and eager for more. She slid down to her knees as Mister James dropped his jeans and underwear. I couldn't see his manhood, but from the beaming look on her face she was impressed.
"I don't know if I can take all this," she gushed.
Her words made me cum again right then and there, without warning. After watching her suck a horse's cock like a pro for a week, it blew my mind that she would have doubts about her ability to handle Mister James' offering. I could only imagine. I looked down, and Shay must have been working her magic, because Mister James held her head firmly in his strong grasp, and he was pushing his hips intently towards her face while she kept her hands on his waist.
Soon enough, I heard him warn Shay that he was about to cum. They each firmly held their grasp on the other and he groaned and lurched forward while she choked and gagged and tried her best to take his entire supply of cum down her throat. As for myself, I was never so happy to have access to a few bins of corn, as I lay back and completed my own bliss. I couldn't imagine how heaven could be any better than this. But I also had a strange premonition at the same time but I couldn't quite put my finger on.
As they relaxed below, I heard them discussing anal possibilities, at least from what I could gather. I leaned closer so I could hear better. I didn't know very much about anal sex. It sounded kind of gross, to be honest, but I did watch Elliot licking Shay's ass and I guess it was okay. But now it was two humans talking about it, and I wanted to hear what they had to say. They were talking quietly, and I strained to get the gist of their conversation.
"Have you ever had a cock in your ass?"
"No, never. I've never been with a man," Shay explained.
"Well, you are in for a treat," Mister James replied.
"Um, I don’t know if I'm ready for that."
"Okay, no problem: just let me know and I'll be happy to show your parents the pictures I took."
"No, wait! Please don't do that!"
"Well then?" Another long pause from Shay.
"Okay then, I guess," came Shay's reluctant reply.
"Unless you want to wait for the other person that has the power to blackmail you…" his voice trailed off.
"Wait...WHAT!"
"Yes, unfortunately for you, it's true," he admitted. I could hear most of the words, but it didn't really register.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Well, don't you wonder how I ended up coming here and catching you in the act?" I heard him say. At that point my whole body began to quake.
"Yes, now that you mention it…how did you know?" The tone of Shay's voice was caustic. Their voices got instantly lower, and I got nervous. Holy shit, I thought, as I strained to hear what they were saying.
From what I could gather, Mister James was driving by and noticed that someone was going into the barn after school before Miss Shay went in to "feed" and "groom" the livestock there. This 'intruder' seemed to be going there on a regular basis. While he sat outside in his golf cart, he realized it was the young blonde girl across the way: a Miss Brooke.
"OLIVIA!" Her voice was piercing, and there was no mistake who she was referring to. I immediately tensed up and the ear of corn tucked snugly in my cunt popped right out, rolled along the hayloft floor and dropped off the edge, plopping down on the barn floor. Both of them looked up at once. I froze.
"That is probably her right now," Mister James declared proudly, while Shay fumed.
"Olivia! Get the fuck down here right NOW!" Shay screamed up in my direction. I didn't want to do anything but sprout wings and fly away, but knowing that wasn't a possibility, I meekly stood up and made my way down to my fate.
While Mister James grinned triumphantly, Shay glared at me with that 'if looks could kill' message clearly on her face.
"Why hello, Miss Olivia!" Mister James could hardly contain himself, while Shay just growled at me like a rabid dog.
"So now, what do we have here?" Mister James took it upon himself to assess the situation.
"Miss Shay has a special relationship with her horse Elliot, and you have a thing for watching them in action. Now, it seems to me that you are a direct witness to Miss Shay's depravity, and as such you have a certain power over her, as do I; having discovered her heinous acts with the horse. So it seems to me that you can also either blackmail her, or offer her some alternative agreement like I did. Does that make sense to everyone?"
I nodded my head, for lack of any other alternative, while Shay just seemed content to seethe. I guess she was still processing the fact that I had been there every day spying on her and Elliot. I think she knew I still held the upper hand, though, and she wasn't very happy with that. Finally, she spoke:
"So what'll it be, Olivia? What's your offer?"
I didn't have much time to think about it, of course, and I was kind of still trying to figure out how I was so lucky to come out of this in a position of relative power. So, in my innocence, I blurted out:
"I just want you to teach me how to please Elliot."
All of a sudden, the tension lifted: Mister James chuckled, and Shay grinned; her eyes twinkling. Mister James took control:
"How about if we drop the whole "gotcha" thing, and just play together?"
It made us all smile, and now we were all on the same page.
"Allow me to lead, if you will?"
Shay and I couldn't have been happier.
"Okay then, Olivia, you come over here and lie on your back on this table." I readily complied.
"Now Shay, I want you to climb up on top of Olivia and lick her pussy."
Shay positioned herself over me, her body facing the opposite way of mine. It left her ass exposed and vulnerable to Mister James, while her soaked pussy hovered inches above my face. Mister James leaned over, spread Shay's ass cheeks, and began to tongue her dark entrance. It didn’t take long for his fat cock to stiffen, and soon he was pushing his stiff shaft into Shay's virgin ass. I had a perfect view of the action. I loved Shay's tongue violating my pussy, and I naturally returned the favor. Soon we were all writhing around on the table together, and I saw Mister James' hard cock slip out of Shay's ass. I looked back at him and he was presenting it to me without a word. I instinctively opened my mouth: what did I know? He plunged it between my hot lips and began to fuck my mouth without mercy. Every once in a while I thought I saw a few quick flashes of light every once in a while, but I didn't pay it any mind, being all wrapped up in the excitement of the moment.
The taste of Shay's hot ass juice in my mouth was tangy but not offensive. When Mister James pulled out of my mouth and pushed his fat cock deeper into Shay' ass, I went back to nibbling on her clit and trying to make her cum. Meanwhile, Shay was jamming two fingers into my cunt while Mister James alternated between fucking her ass and my mouth. It was like a chain reaction: when Shay's hips and legs began to quiver uncontrollably, I felt my own body lose control, and Mister James pumped my mouth full of his hot cum, almost all at once. After our climaxes subsided, Mister James stepped back and began to dress. Shay and I shakily stood up side by side, our legs like rubber.
Chapter Four
"Look, Miss Shay and Miss Olivia, I really enjoyed our time together, believe me I did. You are both beautiful young ladies, and I'd like to play together forever. But the reality is, your parents are among the people who pay my salary, and I can't jeopardize that. You understand, don't you?"
Shay and I nodded in unison.
"I would never turn you girls in to your parents. I have pictures, yes, but I will keep them safe and only use them for my own pleasure and as a bit of insurance in case either one of you ever think about divulging our little secret. There's no blackmail going on here. So don't worry about me. I can only hope that you will give me the same courtesy."
We nodded again, as we watched him turn towards the door and ride off in his golf cart. We walked back into the barn and closed the door. And that's when it hit me…literally. Shay took a handful of my hair in her hand, spun me around, and slapped me twice in the face: first with her forehand and then backhanded. She let go of my hair and pushed me so hard I lurched forward a few steps and fell to the ground. I looked back at her in disbelief, holding my stinging cheek in my hand.
"How dare you? The nerve of you to sneak into my barn and watch me and Elliot! What are you, some kind of fucking little pervert?" The irony of her accusation was not lost on either of us.
Frustrated by her own question, she marched over and picked up the ear of corn that had been ejected by my depraved cunt earlier. She turned towards me and shook it at me.
"Get up on that table, young lady! Now!" I stumbled to my feet and walked slowly to my fate. I nervously climbed up and lay on my back.
"Spread your legs nice and wide, you little slut!" I knew what was coming, and even though she made no attempt to wipe the dirt off the sticky corn, she stepped between my legs and pushed it into my soaking wet pussy in one quick motion. The searing pain of penetration shocked me, but only for a few strokes, and then it felt so naughty and so good. I found myself pulling my legs back to my chest so Shay could have the best angle to fuck me with that piece of corn. When she shoved her index finger into my tight asshole, I hardly noticed, other than to feel my orgasm rapidly approaching. Soon, I was writhing and moaning on the table, and my entire body shuddered as I came like never before.
"Wow, you really are a little fucking whore, aren't you?" Shay remarked. I stayed silent, but I had to agree with her, to be honest. Apparently, she had her own arousal to deal with, and she climbed up on my still heaving body and squatted down to within an inch of my face, while I was still gasping for air. Without a word, she lowered her dripping pussy down on my mouth and played with her clit while I licked her wanton cunt and sucked her juices out. She sat up a little straighter and positioned her forbidden passage over my eager mouth, urging me to stick my tongue up her ass as she wiggled her hips over my face. It didn't take long to taste her slick offerings as I licked her pussy and her ass back and forth until she slumped over on top of my body, breathing heavily. Finally, she managed to slide over and she helped me to sit up.
We sat next to each other on the table for the longest time; lost in thought and basking in the revelry we had experienced together. Finally, Shay turned towards me:
"So, will you be here tomorrow?"
"For sure!" I replied, without even trying to stifle my grin.
"Okay, good. I'll introduce you properly to Elliot. He has a lot to teach you."
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