A Rainy Day In The Old Barn
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Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to have a summer romance, to fall in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy border collie with a weird back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream of collie cream leaking out my ass, while I type out my thoughts. I’m...
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Cuckold Porn SitesWarning: This story has breast feeding, sexual, d**g, and Dom/Sub training practices. If your trying to quit drinking breast milk, STOP HERE.Once Upon a time in a Southern backwoods farming and mining community lived poor uneducated folk, I was one of those folks. My name is Tammy Sue, and I was a little 5'3 120 pound chubby girl with 38C udders that swelled to D's when I was impregnated. My hubby was from the North, and enjoyed by dutiful southern charm. He loved to give me assignments that...
This blog is dedicated to all readers who have had sex OUT BEHIND THE BARN. Or in the barn. Or in front of the barn. Or beside the barn. Me, I’ve never had sex in those locations. However, I have jerked off behind the barn. And in the barn. And beside the barn. And in front of the barn. Anyway, this is about Tom and his wife Sally and Tom’s brother, Harry and his wife April. When I was a teenager, I needed all the money I could get and one Saturday I was working in Tom’s barn. Tom is a friend...
James Takes Lilly In the BarnThis is a sexy tale I wrote together with a friend on the fly, both in the moment. We had fun with it. The flow may not be perfect or the grammar but it is what we felt at the moment and I wanted to keep it that way. I hope you all like it as much as we did.James My Beautiful woman, you have surrendered to me, your mind body and soul. I take you, and will treat you with respect that you deserve your body, mind and soul will be filled with pleasure and care. I...
The Bentley and the Barn Just after three in the afternoon a dark blue Bentley Mulsanne Turbo Convertible, top down, the driver’s face hidden by a mass of blonde curls and sunglasses, turned off the M23 south of London and cruised down the slip road onto the west bound M25 London Orbital. As she navigated the big car through the endless stream of vans and lorries in the two nearside lanes, Judi savoured the effortless power that lay beneath her right foot, feeling a surge of almost sexual...
LesbianBunny looked up at her husband through her big hazel eyes. She let out a soft gurgling noise as she tried swallowing the last of his cum. A tough thing to do with her mouth wedged wide open by the formidable ring gag trapped between her teeth. She could feel the leather strap, harnessing it into her mouth, biting into her cheeks. She couldn’t wait for him to take it off.“Great job Bunny, you really are starting to get the hang of this deep throat thing.” He said as he ran his finger across the...
Once there was a traveling sales man named John, selling his wares on the back roads of Iowa. One evening, he was lost, driving down a deserted country road. When he hit a pothole in the night, it threw him across the ditch and into a tree. John got out of the car, he wasn't hurt but the car wasn't going anywhere. He looked up and down the road. No one would be traveling these roads this late at night he thought. So he picked a direction and started walking. As John walked in the dark, he could...
The barn where we rode horses consisted of five different stables around a central grass paddock and to the side in the driveway was an old stone building which once might have been a feed store or large tool store. Horse care was excellent but the barn was a little "alternative" - a little laid back and didn't strictly adhere to any one particular discipline. English, Western, Dressage, Jumps, or Trail - whatever people rode - was accepted. In order to make ends meet and keep costs down, once...
Straight SexI woke up with an enormous headache. I had problems focusing my eyes and it took some time before I noticed someone was lying between my legs sucking my cock. Through my haze I looked down and saw John sitting on his knees, my hard dick in his mouth. I grunted, not sure if I really liked what was going on. The combination of vast quantities of tequila and coke had apparently taken its toll. I could hardly remember what had happened the night before. I have a couple of sex buddies, both male...
BisexualMagic Barn It all happened between my Junior and Senior year of High school. I had just turned seventeen and my older sister, Lisa, who is a year and a half older than me, had just graduated and was eighteen. I was just your typical high school dweeb. I played some football as a lineman but generally stayed out of the spotlight and went about the business of achieving a solid but very mediocre GPA. I was already over 6 feet and had a solid build but I was never approached to be featured on any...
IncestFunny how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to have a summer romance, to fall in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy border collie with a weird back-door predilection. And yet here I am, sitting on a towel with a slow stream of collie cream leaking out my ass, while I type out my thoughts. I’m not at all...
For once, I made it to breakfast on time given the fact that I did not wake up in someone elses bed! Josie, dressed in just her (very) short nightie, Flashergirl, who was wearing just a thin T-shirt and Bigboy19 who was in his shorts were already down there and I passed a nice hour talking to them while the staff gave them funny looks. I am sure Josie slept with our waiter as he did give us a more hearty breakfast than usual. The weather was fantastic with the strong English summer sun...
Abigail's fingers slid easily up and down inside my panties as I lay back on the comfortable blanket thrown across a hay pile in the loft of our old barn. Gazing out through the broad loft window I could see the sun washing the valley with a golden glow, the tips of the trees twinkling with glints of orange and yellow as my body filled with the fluttery ripples of pleasure Abigail was giving me. We met here late afternoon almost every school day. Our chores were done, leaving 30 minutes or so...
This happened about thirty-five years ago. I was living in the midwest. I was twenty-six. I had been down in the dumps for a while. Was having some beers with a buddy named Mark. He said he had just the cure for my blues. He told me of a friend who had a friend. I was rolling my eyes at that part. Then he said this friend of the friend was named Frank. He had a barn out in the country where once a month he held 'parties.' I asked about the parties, but Mark would only say, "If you go...
Mommy can be Such Naughty Fun!It had been a couple of years since Jean had started teaching her son Billy and I about sex and how to please and fulfill a woman's sexual desires. And Jean liked it Hardcore,Dirty and Kinky!Alot had changed over those two years.Six months after my first sexual encounter with Jean and Billy,Bill Sr. moved away. It was very sudden and there was no real fanfare. One week he was the Minister of the town's church,and the next? He was moving two states away,to become...
The sun beats down on the dry, baked earth. The heat shimmers and dances, rising from the buildings and wheat fields like a gossamer mist. Angry clouds gather in the distance. You and I are touring a farm that’s for sale. The farm is large and we are making our last stop on the property, a large barn nestled at the edge of a grassy field. We walk hand in hand, the heat causing a fine sheen of perspiration to glisten on our bodies. The wind starts to pick up as the clouds move toward us. We...
The barn where we rode horses consisted of five different stables around a central grass paddock and to the side in the driveway was an old stone building which once might have been a feed store or large tool store. Horse care was excellent but the barn was a little ‘alternative’ – a little laid back and didn’t strictly adhere to any one particular discipline. English, Western, Dressage, Jumps, or Trail – whatever people rode – was accepted. In order to make ends meet and keep costs down,...
She rose above him and braced herself with locked arms pushed into his muscular chest. Squat on his swollen girth, she ruthlessly fed the pressure inside her. With undulating hips and her legs spread wide, the momentum of her naked body fucked him hard. Announced by loud sobs of joy, uncontrollable tremors threw her over the precipice. His heavy manly growl came next and he shook mightily, bucking his full length into her. Feeling a torrent of intense warmth, colours exploded against her...
TabooRaza was getting very skilled at guessing the length of a man’s penis just by watching how he walked, how he acted in public. And foreign to Raza was the concept of rejection– her pick-up strategy consisted of sliding her hand down a stranger’s pants and stroking his cock until he took her somewhere “private” (e.g. behind a gas station) and banged her, and so far it had worked every time. Even if someone caught her mid-fuck, they had either turned a blind eye or had dropped their pants and...
Chapter One: The Empty House of Cecil Barnes ================================================== The last cup of coffee lurking in the pot was already vile long before Jim Brighton picked it up and peered through the brown stained glass at the oily sludge swirling in the coffee pot. He wondered if it would even be worth it at all and considered just standing there and waiting for a fresh pot to brew; but he couldn't, he already had too much on his plate and the day was just getting...
Again this is out of order, but all these tales take place in the months between the evacuation of New York and the remarkable triumph at Trenton. My nots, unfortunately, are a jumble, mostly undated. After White Plains, I decided to quit the army and go home. I did not get far, and after a slight detour, the army caught up with me. I was fated to be a soldier I suppose. The detour came because of all those stories of brave knights rescuing lovely damsels in distress. I wish I had never read...
It was hot and dusty in the barn , the dust suspended in the warm air in shafts of light coming through the skylights. Rachel 35 years old blonde and voluptuous was tending to her horse. She heard the engine of an approaching truck and saw it pull up outside the entrance to the barn. It was a pick-up with hay bales in the back.The drivers door opened and out stepped michael. He had come to deliver some hay bales to his daughters stable. He was dressed in tight blue denim jeans , timberland...
It was hot and dusty in the barn , the dust suspended in the warm air in shafts of light coming through the skylights. Rachel 35 years old blonde and voluptuous was tending to her horse. She heard the engine of an approaching truck and saw it pull up outside the entrance to the barn. It was a pick-up with hay bales in the back.The drivers door opened and out stepped michael. He had come to deliver some hay bales to his daughters stable. He was dressed in tight blue denim jeans , timberland...
Ana’s girlfriend Laura and her husband James had bought a little farm in the country, not so far from town.During the fall, they invited us to spend a weekend there.Ana was very happy, because she had always loved the country life, milking cows, feeding ducks and goose, riding horses...We spent Saturday having some riding and walking. We all went to bed early… this time it was Ana with me and Laura with her hubby.Sunday morning I woke up early and found James taking a light breakfast in the...
There was a neighboring farmer that I’d work for on occasion. His k**s were older and the son was away at school so, I didn’t see much of him. The father had no problem ‘trapping’ me in the barn to get what he wanted on occasion. He obviously had no conversations with his son or the following wouldn’t have happened.This was another time that the person ‘m*****ing’ me had less sexual experience than I did…that alone makes it kind of humorous. The son was tall and pretty good looking which made...
I swa her from across the field leading him into the barn. I know her well enough now to know what is going on. I run to the barn following them inside and head to the back ladder knowing they are already up in the loft. I sneak around the hay bales and peek out in time to see Ella, already between his legs. I can't see everything as Ella's long hair covers her face, but the look on his face tells me that her wet mouth is already wrapped around his hard cock, her hand is moving, stroking him....
New tale for you - slightly edited from a previous draft. More straight sex (I know, weird that, coming from me, eh?) with domination. Not chasing a particular theme, it's just what I've got. The usual rules apply. Enjoy. It's the same every time. The slatted wood of the doors swings wide, an open space beyond, in the Barn. Needles and briars beneath my bare, soft feet. He leads me here. Hand on the nape of my neck, walking just behind, controlling. I follow, ahead and...
I had been stuck at my uncle's farmhouse for more than a month now, and it wasn't suiting me well being a city girl and all. I hated the food. It was too fresh and smelled of animals. We didn't have a shower, and instead used a tub and had bucket baths. There was no one to provide any sort of company and the lack of AC meant that the house got blisteringly hot. Unable to take it anymore, I asked Uncle to drive me back, but he said he couldn't because the cows were going down with something or...
Love StoriesIt was the next day after I arrived at my uncle’s farm to stay for a month and help out. I was 16 and could even get paid for my labors. My cousin Julie, two years older than me, was assigned to show me around and find things for me to do. She had teased me sexually unmercifully since I arrived. The last time I’d seen her she was a 14-year-old twerp who giggled and acted silly. Now she was a confident young woman a couple of years my senior who was almost too assertive. As we climbed up the...
Sex anywhere is terrific. However, I do enjoy farm sex stories. One day I was browsing on a gay web site and read Benjamin’s profile and a couple of his stories. This is one of them. I have Ben’s permission to recite it here:“In the summer of 1966, I was attending college in Colorado. When my sophomore year was over, I took a job for the summer working on a farm. A mixed grain and cattle operation. Alex and Lucy owned the farm and they needed a couple of workers to help them from spring seeding...
Sex in the barn:I walk into the barn and I saw Maggie bending over picking up a bale of hay , I walked behind her and grabbed her tits she dropped the bale of hay straight away ,I started to kiss her at the back of the neck and around to her ear ,my hand went under her shirt to find her large tits hugging them very tightly ,I could feel her nipples get hard ,I already had a hard on watching her bending over ,I could see the outline of her pussy in the tight leggings she had on ,I took her top...
After my first double solo encounter with Uncle Charlie and Sam Ellis, it was not long before I was involved again with them. About a week later, Uncle Charlie asked me to help him again with some repairs to an old barn/cow shed which stood at the top of the marshes where Sam kept his young cattle during the summer months. We had not been there long when Sam appeared. It was a hot day and he had brought some home made beer by way of refreshment - we went inside the barn, sat on some hay bales...
I was finishing up the last of my chores, feeding the horses. I was closing the barn door and never saw the black men jump out of the bushes.One of them pinned me down on my stomach and sat on my back. My arms were pinned to my sides by his legs and he was holding my head down so I couldn't see what was going on in the barn, but I heard someone else rummaging through the tack room."Got what we need man!" I heard one man say.A bandanna was slipped over my eyes and tied behind my head, and...
Chapter VII George had been sitting on the front stoop, nursing a bottle of Boh when Terry pulled up. He stood up and walked toward the car. Sticking out his hand, he said, “Hi. I’m George. Welcome. Bob said you were making hay today. There’s a hose ‘round back, if you wanna knock the dust off.” Terry shook hands and said, “Name’s Terwilliger, but everyone calls me Terry. A hose doesn’t do very well. I was thinking maybe I’d run over to Mago Vista and jump in the river.” He cocked his head...
NovelsChapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and just snuggling, and going to sleep that way?” George and Terry looked at each other. “I’m game, if you are,” Terry said. “Okay,” George said. “We can give it a try.” He wanted to say that things might be moving a little too fast, but he...
NovelsChapter IV When they got to the gig, Will, the drummer, was just setting up. He nodded to George and Isolde as he fiddled with his equipment. The bass player hadn’t arrived yet, but that was no surprise. He had told George three months ago that he was playing a wedding in Ocean City “on a Friday afternoon, for God sakes! Doesn’t anyone get married on a Saturday anymore?” he had rhetorically asked. “Maybe they got a three-day weekend special,” was George’s laconic reply. “Yeah. So now they are...
Novels“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Chapter X George woke up full of welts, and itching all over. His back and neck were stiff from sleeping hunched over. He scrunched up his face, and could feel the dried salt on his cheeks. He rubbed his chin and cheeks with his right hand as he turned his left arm toward the light filtering through the front window, and peered at his watch. It said 3:15. He got up and walked into the house as he tipped the bottle up and chugged his now warm beer. He set the empty bottle on the kitchen...
NovelsChapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsChapter VIIISunday morning, after they had all had coffee, Terry and George took the canoe out to go fishing, and Isolde wandered around inside the house, exploring. She found the pull down attic stairway in the upstairs second bedroom, and went up in the attic, just to see what was there. She found several rolled up rugs, and assumed they were in storage until winter. There was an old Electrolux tank vacuum cleaner, and she hauled it, and it’s attachments down into the main house. Maybe I’ll...
NovelsChapter XVIII Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked,...
NovelsChapter XVI While they were sitting out on the porch, George started having second thoughts again. He was sitting in one of the rockers, with his feet up on the crossbar, and suddenly sat forward, and planted both feet on the floor. He stood up and turning, said over his shoulder, “I gotta got to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He went through the front door and down the hallway. After he left, Isolde said to Terry, “I think he is having some approach-avoidance issues with this whole...
NovelsUther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter XIII It was just 5:00 when Isolde pulled into the driveway and parked behind George’s VW. George and Terry came out of the house to greet her and she said, “Here – each of you grab a bag of groceries. Watch that one, Terry – it’s heavy.” She had bought several cans of soup, and some tomatoes and the rest of the ingredients for marinara sauce, and the store bagger had put all of the cans in one bag. “I forgot you were gonna have to rent a car,” said George. “We have to do something...
NovelsThe the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Chapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
NovelsDedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...
NovelsChapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
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