by Candy Quinn
Who could blame me for losin’ myself to him? I told myself. It weren’t like I had a lot of choices...
Lost in my inner turmoil, my eyes were shut, but when I opened them again, his hand was down, slidin’ over his rock hard abs, down into his sunken jeans. Those fingertips dispearin’ into the denim as he eyed me.
“And I gotta admit, Annie… seein’ such a busty beauty as you, I’m thinking there’s nothin’ more I’d rather have in this whole world, than a go with your beautiful body,” he said, grinnin’ at me unevenly.
My eyes followed his hand, his lewd actions. I couldn’t help it. I was transfixed, lost in that sexy trail leading to the hidden parts of a man’s body that I ain’t seen before.
I couldn’t look anywhere else, my nipples stiff as pebbles beneath my shirt, my sex gettin’ uncomfortably warm beneath my daisy dukes.
“That’s wrong though,” I managed, though I couldn’t even convince myself with those words and I was the one who said it.
He leaned in so very close, his lips hoverin’ less than an inch away from mine as his hand did such dirty things right for me to see. Such a filthy sight like I’d never seen before, in all my years. And like nothin’ else, I wanted it more’n anythin’.
“Who could blame ya?” he said, dark eyes locked on mine. “Now undo them shorts a yers, Annie. Slip ‘em down and be a good girl fer me, won’t ya?”
I wanted to look up to the heavens, to clear my vision of his sinful ways, but I was trapped in his snare. Completely useless to do anythin’ else but obey. To fight tooth and nail to resist the urge to unbutton my shorts for a man I didn’t even know the name of...
And failing.
“That’s a good girl,” he husked, watchin’ me so intently as I slowly undid the buttons of my daisy duke shorts, lettin’ ‘em drop ever so slowly to show my panties beneath. Somethin’ I’d never done for a single man before, not even Bobby back in high school.
“Real good,” he stated again, slippin’ his own hand out of his jeans and reachin’ out, to rub his bare fingers over the fabric of my panties, across the outline of my lil’ cunny beneath. Oh lord, it was so dirty and wrong… but felt oh so good. “You know what comes next, don’t ya?”
I was wetter than a rainstorm, and his touch was like the Fourth of July, my body tremblin’ like mad. I couldn’t even think, just lean my back in against the barn wall as a moan erupted from my lungs.
I’d never felt anythin’ like it.
“No,” I murmured honestly.
Those expert fingers of his, that must’ve seen more action than I ever would, continued to move up and down along my lil’ slit, workin’ it so wonderfully. Better than I ever could in the brief moments I dared test sin in the bathtub. He made me quiver and moan in excitement right there, in the gosh darn barn as he felt me up.
“This ain’t nothin’ but a bit of foreplay,” he said to me so casually, workin’ his digits along my delicate, feminine sex. “You know you gotta drop these panties for me now, don’t ya girl?” he said so pleasantly, as if we was just best of friends.
As if he weren’t some outlaw, runnin’ from the Sheriff and who knew what else.
“I can’t,” I said so softly and instantly I regretted it. My body was makin’ me regret it, because it wanted more. I didn’t know how I could go back to not feelin’ him right now as he touched me.
He gave a disappointed look, but he never stopped. Instead, he spoke up again.
“That’s a downright shame. Well then… let me,” he said, and he slowly retracted his fingers from strokin’ at my slit, and reached up, grasping the waistband of my panties and slowly drawin’ ‘em on down, lettin’ ‘em sink on down to gradually expose my naughty bits. The slightest of actions could’ve stopped him, he weren’t usin’ no force or nothin’.
But I didn’t wanna stop him. I didn’t want him to stop, not even a little. He was turnin’ me on like I could never’ve believed until that moment, and I wanted to know so bad what he’d do next.
I stepped outta the panties and the daisy dukes, feelin’ so exposed even though I was still wearin’ my top. I could feel a little sheen of sweat begin to develop, the heat and my excitement conspirin’ against me and makin’ my mind move slow.
As he stared at me, lookin’ me over, sizin’ me up in my naked glory, I could feel a bead of sweat dribble on down between my two breasts, and he stood there, starin’ and watchin’ the whole thing, shameless as anythin’.
“Beautiful,” he remarked in a deep husk, lettin’ his fingers slide on back, rubbin’ at my lady bits without even the panties to separate us now. Just his bare fingers strokin’ my wet folds as he stared at my body with such obvious desire.
“You’re a vision of beauty,” he said in his growling voice, and I could see a bulge formin’ in his jeans. “The prettiest sight to see for ten counties over, at least.”
“This ain’t right,” I protested, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was a slave to passion just like any mortal, and I breathed harder and faster as I shifted under his stare.
My body was gettin’ so wound up, my muscles tightenin’ as he touched me, and I was feelin’ so exposed.
And so sexy...
“But it feels sooo damn good, don’t it girl?” he said, a big grin on his chiselled, handsome face as he touched right upon my most private of parts. His thick fingers circlin’ my clit, stokin’ my fires so high as he moved in, and placed his lips against my neck. It made me tremble, more so when he did it again, then moved on down to my collarbone, kissin’ his way towards my chest, until he was smackin’ his lips right upon my breasts.
I gasped, because even when he was touchin’ my sex, nothin’ could compare to the combination of his mouth and his fingers working together.
I whimpered, my head thrust back and my tits thrust into his face, my mind completely gone. It was just my body responding to his in the most animal of ways, and I couldn’t fight it no more. I wanted him. I wanted his mouth and his hands and his body all over me.
He was kissin’ his way down, over the mound of my supple breast flesh, his fingers workin’ such a miracle on my loins as I moaned and writhed. He was a master of the flesh, I could tell. There weren’t nothin’ he didn’t seem to know about my own body, more’n I knew by far.
Before I knew it, he’d undone the knot that held my top in place, and my breasts spilled out. His kisses landin’ around the areolas, teasin’ the edge of my hard nipples. All as his fingers teased the entrance to my lil’ pussy.
“I’m gonna need you to turn around now, darling. Turn around and bend over, with your hands against the wall,” he instructed in that dark, grizzly voice of his, so laced with authority and desire.
Part of me didn’t want to obey. That part wanted to see him, to watch what he was doin’ next.
But with my eyes closed, it wasn’t easy to see much of anythin’, to say the least.
I didn’t know much about sex or nothin’ like that, but I knew it was how women got pregnant, and I didn’t wanna get pregnant by no man that was gonna be on the run.
I tried to tell him that, but my brain was so fuzzy it came out as, “I don’t wanna baby,” instead of anythin’ intelligible. It must’ve seemed even sillier since I was turnin’ around at the time.
“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head,” he husked to me, as I heard him workin’ the buttons of his jeans. And I couldn’t help but peer back over my shoulder, watch as he dropped those trousers, and out popped this massive, throbbin’ length of manhood.
It was like nothin’ I’d ever seen. Big, criss-crossed with bulgin’ veins, and lookin’ so damn needful. It was glorious, with a glistenin’, purple tip that stretched out for me.
“Just spread yer legs, and put yer trust in me, beautiful,” he said, slidin’ his hand over my bare, round ass cheek, fondlin’ it so intimately. “You probably won’t get no baby in you.”
“Probably?” I whimpered, but I was staring at his tool, distracted by it as I wat
ched it pulse in time with the pounding of his heart.
It was glorious, and my legs parted slightly at his order, still so scared. I knew it weren’t right, but I wanted it so damn bad.
“That’s right,” he husked, and he brought that big ol’ beast of an organ up against me, teasin’ the tip along my lady bits, makin’ me tremble and squirm as he used it to stoke the fires of my loins no less than he had his own fingers.
“Besides, it’s about time you had a big ol’ cock in you,” he said to me so crassly, the criminal’s words so dirty. “Don’t you want a big dick to take your cherry finally? It’s a lot of burden to carry with you.”
My face was screwed up as I felt him touch me, his breath grazin’ my ear as he spoke of such nasty things that every part of me craved.
He was right. I wanted him. I wanted his body.
I wanted him to rid me of my innocence.
I spread my legs a little wider but couldn’t bring myself to say anythin’ back to him.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in response, continuin’ to tease that big ol’ manhood of his against my nethers. Makin’ my lil’ clit sing as he would swirl around it, then slide on down to tease against the entrance to my cunny.
His lips landed upon my neck, smackin’ softly as he kissed on down to my shoulder, then back up again. He was so soft and gentle, despite his big, strong body, and all those scary tattoos. But he had so much strength in reserve, and I knew he could snap me like a twig if he wanted.
Instead, he just slowly began to sink that big ol’ dick of his into me.
“C’mon,” he said, his voice a deep, low groan as he sank into me. “I wanna feel you all around me, babe.”
“Too big!” I cried out. I’d never felt nothin’ like it, and I was soakin’ wet but that was barely helpin’ at all.
He didn’t relent, though, grabbin’ onto my shoulder as he sucked on my neck, his tongue flicking against me as he kept me from squirming.
Then he pulled me back against him, hard, with a single thrust, and there weren’t no goin’ back. He was lodged all the way up inside me and my little puss felt like it was on fire.
I had never felt so full in all my life, and his lips broke their seal on my skin so he could let out such a deep, satisfied moan. So husky and lewd, it sounded like he was lost in pure heaven, and I felt a bit like that too. Each throb of his shaft makin’ my lil’ cunny stretch wider to accommodate his big ol’ girth.
“Ohhh fuck yeah,” he cursed. “You weren’t kiddin’ about bein’ a virgin, girl,” he husked to me in such approval, his dick throbbin’ wildly inside me as one of his hands slid up beneath me to cup one of my danglin’ breasts. Those fingers sinkin’ into my supple, tender flesh, squeezin’ and kneadin’ at me. “You ready to get fucked girl? ‘Cause I’m ready to fuck your gorgeous brains out.”
“Yes!” I screamed, but it was just on pure instinct. I certainly didn’t wanna scream that! But he felt so good. It was like my body had just completely taken over my brain, and now I was just addicted and wantin’ more of this man I never should’ve ever let touch me in the first place.
But the feel of that raw cock as he slowly withdrew, tuggin’ at my insides… it was sublime. It was better’n any heaven I ever dreamed up in church on Sundays! The feelin’ of bein’ so full by such a big ol’ brute of a man…
Oh lordy, I was lost to sin!
He began to pump his length into me, slow and steady. That thick length fillin’ me up as he began to quicken his pace, his deep, husky voice lettin’ loose his groans as he pumped me up against the barn wall.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he said crassly. “You’ve got such a tight lil’ cunt, I’ve never fucked someone so tight and tasty as you.”
I was screamin’, and I knew the animals were gettin’ spooked but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about nothin’. Not about gettin’ pregnant, not about fuckin’ a stranger, not about anything other than the fact that I never wanted to let go of this feelin’, not ever.
His thrustin’ was growin’ stronger, that rough strong hand of his sinkin’ into my hip, holdin’ me in place as the slaps of our flesh grew louder an’ louder, fillin’ the whole barn up with our noises. The moans, the squeals, the whimpers and wet, fleshy smacks. It was so crass and lewd, I never dreamed sex could be like it. It was overwhelmin’, and I was lost in it like a girl who couldn't swim cast off into the tempest of the ocean.
“Awww fuck girl, you feel so damn good,” he crooned out in approval, his dick throbbin’ inside me, raw and unprotected, just the way God intended, even if nothin’ else that was happenin’ had been goin’ as he wished.
He bit my neck, leaving his mark on me, and I cried out louder, but it was just makin’ my body feel electric. Every slap of his body against mine sent fireworks into my core, and I was losin’ myself to pleasures I’d never known existed.
“Oh fuck yeah, Annie,” he cursed again, like nobody I never knew, his words so crass and unhindered by the decency. Each thrust of his raw, unsheathed cock strikin’ deep into me, followed by the loud slap of his heavy, cum-laden balls as they struck against my clit, strikin’ a new sharp tingle of pleasure throughout my form.
And suddenly, all those worries I had started slippin’ away.
He thrust in, and I no longer cared about bein’ a loose woman.
He kissed my neck, and I no longer cared that he took away a sacred part of me.
His fingers grazed by breasts, and I no longer cared that I’d thrown away my hope of a husband.
And then he thrust in even harder and I no longer cared he might get me pregnant.
He fucked away all the pain and anguish, all the worries and remorse. That big, bulgin’ dick of his took away it all, left only pleasure and a feelin’ of bein’ full. Bein’ whole.
His deep, husky groans and moans filled the air along with my cries, and together we made such beautiful music. His fingers sank into my breast, squeein’ and kneadin’ its flesh, revellin’ in how good I felt, seemin’ to pay reverence to my body at the same time he defiled it so hard and feverishly.
“Oh fuck, Annie,” he called out, “you’re the tightest… sweetest lil’ piece of ass from here to Tokyo.” I didn’t even know what he meant entirely, but it sounded so damn good to my aroused ears, I just ate it up.
And he pounded me so hard until my entire body was singing. It was like all my muscles just suddenly relaxed at once, spreadin’ out from my belly and makin’ my knees tremble and my scream go louder so that the animals down in the deeper barn startled.
I didn’t have words for what was happenin’ to me, but his hand gripped my tit tighter, holding me against him as he thrust harder and more desperately.
“Oh shit, fuck yeah Annie,” he called out, and I could feel the wild throbs of his manhood inside me, the way it grew thicker, stretching my tight little hole around his dick, makin’ me squeal with how much more he threatened my cunny hole. “I’m gonna cum inside you doll, you want it… you want it don’t you?” he asked, all breathy and lusty as he fucked me harder, my ass cheeks shaking from the blows.
I couldn’t deny him anything, not then, and I screamed, “Yes!” as my body continued to spasm out of my control.
Never had I felt so good, not in all my days.
Judging by the way that big, muscular brute fucked me so hard, with such wild abandon, makin’ my body sing and squeal in pain… neither had he.
He pounded me hard, his stance wide as his dick throbbed heavily. The slap of his balls subsided as they tightened up, and he let loose such a deep, roaring groan as he thrust me so full of his cock, spurting his rich, virile seed deep inside me as he came.
“Ohhhh fuck yes!” he cried out, smacking his palm against my ass and squeezing my tight all at once. “Take it baby, take it… take all my seed,” he husked as he rut into me so intensely.
I screamed and one of the sheep bleated in protest of our noises, but I didn’t care. He was in me so deep I had to go up on tip toes j
ust to try to shift away from that passive shaft of his.
“Ahh!” I whimpered as his muscles pressed against my back, holding me to him tight.
That big ol’ hand of his slid from my ass, around to my front, and as I felt him spasm and spew his thick seed into me, he worked at my lil’ clit again. But this time it felt so different, it weren’t the teasin’ touches of before, this was him tryin’ to do somethin’ to me wholly new. He was gettin’ me off, right in time with his spasms of pure pleasure, pumpin’ me full of his seed.
“Ohhh yeah, baby… cum on my dick for me, cum with me,” he commanded, sweaty and glistenin’ in his nude glory.
I was so sensitive and tender it almost didn’t even feel good and then all of a sudden, it was like all the spotlights went on and I couldn’t imagine ever feeling better.
A tremor went through me, and my knees were weak. It was like he was holdin’ me up because I was buckin’ like a wild thing, screaming into oblivion.
I had only just met that outlaw, but we were already workin’ as one. The two of our bodies cryin’ out, lost to pleasure as we came. Our organs workin’ as one, his seed fillin’ me up so much, right to my depths.
The pleasure seemed to last forever, and yet not long enough. And too soon we were comin’ down from our high, pantin’ and sweaty, the two of us bare like the animals that surrounded us.
I’d seen the animals go at it like nature intended, but what they did had nothin’ on us. Not on the brute force of it, nor on the way he kissed at my neck and on up to my ear.
My mind was still hazy but it was comin’ back to me slowly, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it, no matter how careless and dumb it was. He made me feel more alive than anythin’, feel more pleasure than a woman ought to.
And I didn’t even know his name.
“What’s your name?” I could hear myself askin’ before I even knew I was sayin’ the words.
But before his pantin’ breath could form into words of his own, I heard the sound of a car approachin’, and the two of us tensed. We parted, and the sloppy mess of our loins left me feelin’ so empty.