Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Farm Fun

I look into his eyes. It is obvious. He wants it good, and he wants it hard. Who doesn't? I can't control my need. Those blue orbs draw me in like nothing ever has. It is sex. There is no emotional connection. I am in it for the good lay, and as physically painful as it was, it is damn good at the same time.

"Condom?" I ask as I hastily unbutton my jeans.

"Uh huh..." He moaned as he reaches in his back pocket.

"Did you put that there this morning?" I ask as I watch him pull it out.

"Of course I did. Did you actually think I came with you for the smell of horse shit and fresh air?" He asked with a chuckle. "I'm in this for the fuck."

"As am I." I say as I watch him rip his pants down.

There it is. Huge. Erect. Standing on end. And it is standing just for me. It wants me. Just seeing that, I drip more than I was before. He does that to me. Just looking at him does that to me. I've had him once and I have realized he like a chip, or a cookie. You can't have one. And once you pop... You can't stop.

"Oh god." I moan as I slide my jeans past my boots. Not an easy feat, I soon find out. As my naked ass starts to stumble around, I feel his hand grab my wrist to steady me. "Thanks." I mutter as I finally give up and just pull my feet out of the boots.

"Come on..." He says quickly, telling me to move it along.

I smile at him as I look up. I can see the need in his eyes. He wants me. I'm a tight little fuck, that is for sure. If he wants that, that is what he is going to get. I feel his mouth attack my neck as he runs his fingers over my soft bush. There is too much. I haven't been doing too much maintenance. I haven't had a reason to. But now it was looking like I had a reason to mow the lawn.

"You are fucking wet!" He exclaims as he looked into my eyes.

"Always." I groan. It's true. Always wet. Always ready. Especially when I am around someone like Derek. "No kissing!" I warn as he moves up my chin.

"I have to. I can't do one without the other." He tells me as he sucks my neck.

"Your mouth has nothing to with your cock!" I warn as I feel his hands run down my ass.

"Enough... It has enough to do with it. Just fucking deal with it." He spits as he squeezes my ass cheeks hard.

"Fuck!" I yelp as he gropes me. "I don't want to fucking deal with it." I shout.

"Don't you ever shut your fucking mouth?" He asks as he grips my thighs and lifts me to his cock.

"Fuck you!" I growl as I glare into his eyes.

"Not a problem!" He shouts as he thrusts his cock into my core.

"Fuck!" I yell at the massive meat bulldozing it's way through my folds. "Ah..."

"At least I know how to shut you up." He says as he slams my back against the wall.

I groan as I feel the bars of the stall door against my back. I wrap my legs around his waist, resting my sock covered feet on his ass. The steam begins rise from our bodies in the twenty degree weather. I can feel the cold nipping at my flesh as he glides his thick manhood in and out. My juices slide around his dick as he pulls it out and slams it back in.

"Good?" He asks with a smirk as he looked up at me.

"Oh god... Oh..." I moan, only making his smile grow. He withdraws once again, and slams my back against the steel. "Oh! Oh! Bad wall! Bad Wall!" I cry out as I feel the pain stabbing my back.

"Oh." Derek says quickly as he spins us around and goes to the solid wall of the tackroom. "Oh god... You feel so fucking good. You have suck a tight little pussy!" He tells me as he looked down. I think he likes to see his manhood infiltrate my tight folds like a steamroller going through a pvc pipe. A little faster. He is faster than a steamroller as he pumps in and out, sweat forming on his head.