Barn fuck Stories

His name, I knew, was William, and he wanted to fuck me. It was the first time we’d ever met, no words had been exchanged between us, but his doe-brown eyes spoke words of torrid lust in their gaze. The fact that his jaw dropped, his tongue snaked over his lips, and his head fell and rose slowly as he leered at me in horny desire, devouring my body with his hungry gaze, alerted me to his passions more than the bulge in hi...

Am I sitting on the gate waiting for you? Maybe… this blazing hot day is made for these exciting thoughts. This thin cotton dress is almost see-through with enough unfastened buttons. You know us, life is tough, and no one has much. I have this, so look and think about my sun-kissed body naked. And look at you, covered in the dust from your toil; those beads of sweat are from such arduous work. My smile says it all; I hav...

There were about thirty bales left to stack in the barn when Willy announced that he had to leave for work. His shift started at four and he needed to shower and head out. Willy and I had been friends for seven years now, starting in high school. He, his younger sister Chloe and his mom Mary lived on a small farm about ten miles from ours. His parents had divorced and his dad was long gone for a few years by the time we m...