The farmer slammed the barn door shut behind him and grabbed Abigail by the hips. She was already breathing hard, her black hair messy from the run across the fields. “Been thinking about this cock all day,” she said, voice low and filthy. She dropped to her knees in the straw, yanked his overalls down, and took his thick dick straight into her mouth.
He groaned and thrust forward, fucking her throat while the chickens clucked in their roosts. Spit ran down her chin. She gagged but didn’t pull back, just looked up at him with those sharp eyes and sucked harder, one hand cupping his balls. “That’s it, take it all,” he growled, gripping her hair. She moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch.
Abigail pulled off with a wet pop. “Fuck me already. I’m soaked.” She stood, turned around, and bent over a hay bale, hiking up her skirt. No panties. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight coming through the cracks in the roof. The farmer didn’t waste time. He lined up and shoved in deep in one hard stroke.
She cried out, loud and raw. “Yes, stretch that cunt!” He started pounding her, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sound of her pussy taking every inch filling the barn. Each thrust made her tits bounce under her shirt. He reached around, found her clit, and rubbed it fast while he fucked her.
Abigail pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Harder, farmer. Wreck me.” He did, slamming into her so the hay bale rocked. Sweat dripped down his back. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight. He could feel her getting closer, her moans turning into desperate little grunts.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bale, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was red and dripping. He drove back in, watching his cock disappear into her. Abigail’s fingers dug into his shoulders. “Come inside me. Fill me up.” The dirty talk pushed him over. He fucked her faster, balls slapping her ass, until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her cunt.
She came with him, pussy milking his cock, whole body shaking. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cum leaking out around his shaft and running down her ass crack into the straw.
After a minute he pulled out slowly. Abigail grinned, still spread open. “Round two in the hot springs later?” she asked, scooping some of his cum on her finger and sucking it clean.
The farmer wiped sweat from his face and nodded. “Meet me after midnight. Wear nothing under that coat.” She stood, legs shaky, kissed him rough, and slipped out into the night. He watched her go, already getting hard again thinking about bending her over the spring rocks and pounding another load into her. The valley was quiet, but his nights sure as hell weren’t.
