They lay for a long time, trying to regain their strength along with their breath.
George finally broke the silence. "Let's get completely naked again and play around some more."
"You mean you're going to fuck me again." Karen liked to feel the sound of the four-letter words now. Somehow the wicked words excited her, bringing all kinds of lustful shivers to her body.
"Fuck yes. Let's get naked."
They undressed, Karen again helping George with his boots. When they were completely nude again, George fell to the floor on his back, pretending complete exhaustion. Karen knelt and rubbed his forehead.
"Poor baby."
George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of her swaying full breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of another and almost unexpected orgasm. God, this man could bring such lewd things out of her body. She felt his thumb rub up and into her wet pussy which still dripped from his load of semen. She had never come before with a man's cock buried within her and thinking back on it brought more shivers of pure ecstasy racing through her. It was so much better to orgasm with a man's throbbing cock spurting hot come inside her. Now she found herself yearning for it again, to experience the feel of it, that wonderful moment when the first hot hard spurt of it machine gunned her pussy walls.
George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her hips, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him, "You're going to make me come again, even before you get that big cock back in me."
"Nothing wrong with that, sweet," he said.
"I… know! But not yet!"
Gently, he extracted his thumb from her cunt and withdrew his hand. Now he raised and got to his feet, pulling her up with him. He stood, holding her to him and resting one palm on her lower belly with his fingers buried in her pubic hair. As she began to calm, and her breathing steadied, he felt downward. He worked his fingers into the wet puffiness of her labia and rubbed the circle of her cunt mouth. She groaned and hugged him fiercely.
"You really like this, don't you?" he said, more like a statement of fact than a question.
"My God yes, George," she agreed. "And it's so exciting, being with you and feeling good and not ashamed." She sighed. Then she jerked violently as his palm flattened her clitoris and his fingers wedged into her cunt mouth. "Jesus, George. Oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
He tipped her back and began to suck on her tit. She clung fiercely to his head while her hips jerked back and forth against a stack of baled hay. She felt as though her entire body was writhing with hunger, and she sensed that she would soon be getting his cock again. God, she wanted it. Yes, she knew she would be begging for it again before too long. At the thought, she felt downward between them and got hold of the thick plunger again. Her small hands could hardly reach around the thickness of it. The prick was heavily coated with slippery wetness, and she slid her encircling hand up and down the shaft before cupping her palm over the steaming head. Growing increasingly eager, she clasped the hot dick against her thigh and rubbed if fiercely on her warm flesh. George's breath began to come jerkily and he grunted at her.
"Keep that up, and I'll have you spread out on the hay in about two seconds."
Her answering laugh was edged with fright, but she made her answer light, "I don't care!" she whimpered fiercely. "Oh I don't care. I'm sore but I want it in me again." She wondered if she would be able to take it all in her again so soon.
But she did want it, hurt or not. "I do want you to fuck me. Yes, I do need it." She sighed deeply. "Let's do it now, please?"
"Now?"
She shuddered before answering, "Yes! Now! I want it in me!"
George pulled at her and she clung to him, pressing her lips to his shoulder. They stumbled to the hay. George stopped, knee-deep in the fragrant pile, and she felt the dry stalks pricking at her calves.
George fell backward and pulled her with him. She scrambled to straddle his form, his cock hot and enormous and throbbing as it lay along her gulping tight cunt.
"This way," she teased. "Let me ride it. You promise to take me horseback riding, but this will do. I want to try it this way, please."
He reached up under her and pulled his cock up to a vertical position.
"Come on, climb on to it, little one. Put that tight pussy over it and wallow in it."
"Wowee!" Karen squealed.
She pressed her cunt mouth to the domed cockhead and let the broad slopes of it wedge her open. Her knees trembled as she slowly sank in the yielding hay to lower her pussy onto the rigid flagpole of a cock, and she felt her cunt settle over the back of his cockhead and tighten around the inward sliding shaft.
"I've never had a cock in me this way before," she explained. "I have to take it easy too, because I'm a little sore from the pounding you gave me a while ago." She sighed uncomfortably, but continued pushing herself downward. "Easy, easy, easy," she chanted in a soothing voice as she lowered herself. "Oh I know it's going to feel so good," she said aloud, trying to boost her uncertainty.
As her weight drove her down the length of George's cock, she felt his bulbous cockhead burrowing toward the core of her belly. It was a strange sensation, she reflected fleetingly, to feel internal organs jostled and shoved aside by a hard, bulky knot that bored in so irresistibly. It was a sensation that had no similarity to any other, and its full effects spread like ripples throughout her body, bringing thousands of tiny goosebumps to her revealed nude skin.
She felt the stiff brush of his pubic hair pressing like coarse fur into the tender membranes around her cunt mouth, and the spreading hardness of the root of his cock stopping her motion. With a swallow, she experimentally jerked her hips to level his cockhead forward and backward in her hot and hurting cunt. Powerful jolts of sensation tensed her muscles and made her jerk again.
"Oh wow!" she whispered in wonderment. "It's so big in me. Some big thing, huhhhhh! God, but it's good though. It's so… so filling."
"You're not a very big girl," replied George quietly. "That tiny cunt of yours bites me as if it had teeth. You know it hurts me this way, too, but the hurt will go away in a minute then everything will be good again."
"It does hurt you too?" she looked at him quizzically.
"Yes," he nodded, "but it's all right. It's worth it and you know it."
"Yesssss," she hissed, agreeing with what he had said. It indeed, was worth it.
Karen clutched at his upper arms and began to bounce herself on his cock. She felt her ass smack the hard front of his thighs at the end of each stroke, and waves of excitement washed over her. The hay supported the breadth of George's body more firmly than it did her knees. Every bounce of her hips buried her legs deeper, until she found herself riding her mount as if he were the horse she had been promised to ride.
Instead of stroking herself now along his cock, she could only lever herself back and forth on him. But the friction on the inner surfaces of her thighs and on the sensitive tissues of her pussy drove her lust to a savage new height.
"Sooooo good!" she moaned.
Karen was conscious of the violent leaps of her tiny nipples on her full boobs as they jumped and she derived as much pleasure from her awareness as from the physical sensations as they flogged gently at her chest. Her hands were braced against George, her fingers gripping his waist and her elbows locked straight. Her hair was loose, flying like a cloud around her face. The hay stabbed the tender flesh of her legs and aroused her to a frenzy of sensitivity. The combined feeling raised her peak of excitement to a dangerously wonderful level.
"God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to come the second I got your big cock in me! But I just keep getting more and more excited! It's great! I wish I could keep it in me all the time, forever and ever, over and over. I'd fuck us to death, I guess." She giggled hysterically.
"I like it too," George said. "Let's just keep fucking. Okay?"
She nodded, and tightened and untightened her pussy muscles as she worked on him.
"Oh that little pussy is great," George panted.
"There isn't anything little about you," Karen spoke between bounces.
"I'm just the right size then, huh?" George teased at her, knowing she was just making talk.
"Oh God! George. Yes! Yes! Yes! It's just the right size, even if it is really and truly ripping me apart."
He chuckled and laid his hands in the angles of her upper thighs, his thumbs pressing the forward bulges of her labis. The new pressure inflamed her, and when he worked his thumbs inward to the sides of her clitoris she cried out with the intensity of the pleasure. Her hips flashed back and forth, the small of her bare back began to hurt from the force of undulations. She knew the inner flesh of her thighs were getting raw from friction, and the broken ends of hay stalks were going to leave her legs bloody where they were pricking into her flesh.
"George! George! It's soooo gooooood," she wailed on and on.
George groaned, "Christ yes! I'd think you'd be breaking yourself into the way you're bouncing and jerking."
"I am… I am, but it's good, so good!" she replied in a strained voice. She was suddenly aware of the drops of sweat that continued to run down her face onto her naked body and on downward to drop and splatter on George's naked frame under her jerking body.
"Better let me take a turn," George said, and without awaiting her consent, he tilted her sideways. Rolling over with her, his cock remained deeply buried in her cunt, and she felt the cringing flesh of her back crushing brittle stems of hay. The alfalfa sweetness swirled around her head, and she lost herself momentarily in the heady scent that surrounded her.
George elevated her knees and spread them. Willing, she drew them up along his broad chest, tingling with delight at the new depths his cock plunged to. He got his arms behind her calves and pushed her feet over her head, then relaxed his force, so that her ankles lodged on his shoulders.
Karen gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal barrel like a great hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" George seemed to drive her into the hay with his violent thrusts, and the hay seemed to spring back to position for each new stroke that followed. On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cockhead withdraw along her sore passage to the tightness of her cuntmouth, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
"Good!" George asked.
"Oh yes, George. Good! Good!"
The elating sensation was a frightening one, but it thrilled her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of being used this way, and her utter feeling of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, George seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the hay while his cock pounded harder into her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs raised her ass and threw her own weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. George's hot cock pinned her, speared through her cunt mouth and thrust rudely through each part of her.
The orgasm that had been just below the surface ever since she had first climbed on top of him was on her before she realized what had hit. Her belly knotted for an instant – a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence – then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush George's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding hay and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against George's groin.
"Christ!" George yelled, the sound exploding from him unexpectedly.
"You got a vise, not a cunt! Ease off, dammit, you're cutting my cock in half."
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labis and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
Karen couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping moans and groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her. She felt as if the entire barn was in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternatively tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her entire body.
"God! God! God!" she wailed, screaming out over and over, her sound echoing through the barn.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm," George groaned as he expelled his semen in a maddening gush into the hot box clutching his cock so tightly.
Each time a new spurt would drive into Karen, she screamed and jerked.
It felt as though it was raining come, yet with cyclonic force.
As she jerked and bolted she almost blacked out, then she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly, where George's semen had collected, and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the rugged face of the man above her.
"My God, George," she rasped. "What did you do to me? I almost went wild."
"Hard to beat that kind of show, right?"
"Wow! Yes, oh God yes!"
"You really like it, don't you?"
"Yes, George. I do. And I hope it won't be our last fucking either. You have a lot to teach me."
"Yeah," George nodded. "I guess I do."