Red Cheeks in the Barn: My Obsessive Farm Fuck Fever

I was young. Innocent. Hiding behind hay bales in the dim barn. Heart pounding. Lucienne’s red cheeks glowed. Two rough farmhands stripped her. Hands everywhere. She begged. Devoured one cock while the other rammed her. They switched. Called her little slut. She loved it. Tits bouncing free. Wild swings. Ass cheeks flashing. Balls slapping. Maybe one ass-fucked her. I couldn’t see clear. Just guessed. Heat flooded my groin. Cock throbbed unseen. They unloaded. Inside or on her. Pulled up pants. Left. But she wasn’t done. Leaned on hay wall. Hand diving between thighs. Fingers frantic. Body convulsing. High-pitched animal scream. Collapsed. Legs splayed. Bushy pussy dripping. First time seeing one. Wet hairs glistening. My belly burned. She dressed. Gone. I stayed. Stars in eyes. Obsessed. Haunted nights. Jerking to her screams. Farm became shrine. Thousands of prowls. Dreams of fucking her raw.

Years later. Study break at friend’s countryside house. Med exams looming. Girlfriend Corinne far away. Prissy. Couldn’t talk dirty. Hot body, dead fire. Then her. Jocelyne. Red cheeks. Farmhand’s daughter. Plump. Rough face. Pockmarked. Peasant thick. But those cheeks. Lucienne’s ghost. Cock stirred instant. Jerked that night. Imagined her hay-fucked. By village boys? Obsession gripped. Daily farm excuses. Milk runs. Fake jogs. Close up, plain. Ugly even. Nearly quit. But fantasies raged. Nightly fist on shaft. Her hairy cunt stuffed.

The Fever Rises

That morning. Father gone. Mother elsewhere. Alone. I lunged. Crushed lips. Grabbed heavy tits. Beast mode. She pushed. Firm. Smiling. Amused. ‘Mom nearby. Meet by pond. Or barn.’ Heart exploded. Morning dragged. Guts and stomachs blurred. Vision her.

Father tinkered tractor. She slipped in. Eyes locked. Mine. I circled. Pulled into loft. Hay heaven. She stripped top. Massive white tits. Heavy. Then ass. Pale globes. Turned. Thick black bush. My cock burst jeans. She freed it. Rock hard. Stripped me. Knelt. Mouth engulfed. Sloppy. Expert. Deep throat. Sucked like pro. Balls tight. Exploded. Jets on tongue. Face. Thick ropes.

The Savage Blaze

She stood. Pushed pussy to face. Grabbed head. Smothered. Musky. Pungent. Overwhelmed. Then hooked. Tongue dove. Lapped frenzy. She ground. Juices flooded. Drowned me. Nearly pissed. Came hard. Twisted. Bit lip silent.

Tractor gone. Freedom. Four paws. Ass high. ‘Fuck like animal.’ Slammed in. Wet heat gripped. Thrust savage. Called her slut. Whore. Farm pig. She moaned louder. Begged filth. Pounded endless. Sweats mixed. Hearts raced. Climax ripped.

After. Sprawled in hay. Skin scorched. Breath ragged. Eyes wild. Tasted her still. Cock twitched soft. She grinned. Red cheeks deeper. Pulled close. ‘More later.’ Weeks of it. Barns. Fields. Anywhere. Insatiable. Exams? Fucked off. Red-cheeked country girls. Real. Hungry. Best fucks. Burn deeper than plastic princesses. Obsession etched. Forever.