My First Breeding in the Barn

Jake noticed the young woman coming down the lane, her parasol twirling lazily in her hand. Sunlight caught the edges of her dress and made the fabric glow soft against her skin. But when she went around the corner behind the hedge at the edge of the pasture, he turned back to his work. The stallion paced back and forth, tossing his head and stamping the ground. He was frisky today. As he should be. The mare was pretty and in full heat. She swayed her head and tossed her mane as he led her to the barn wall and tied her there. Sweat already beaded on his neck from the morning chores.

When he turned around, the stallion’s cock had dropped after catching the mare’s scent. Thick and dark, it hung heavy between the stallion’s legs. Jake had to move fast. Aroused stallions could cause trouble without warning. He grabbed the breeding harness and stepped in close, guiding the stallion with a firm hand on the halter.

It went smoothly, and he felt good about it. Breeding horses took care to avoid accidents. He turned the stallion loose, brought the mare back to her stall, then fetched the stallion and put him away too. The whole time his mind stayed on the job, checking straps and gates until everything sat secure.

Her Sudden Fall

A clatter pulled his attention to the end of the lane near the barn. There was the woman again. Her cheeks looked flushed, almost too warm, and her parasol lay on the ground. She seemed unsteady on her feet, one hand pressed to her chest like she needed air. Dust from the lane clung to the hem of her dress.

“Oh, beg your pardon, I, uh —” Her voice came out breathy, and it pulled at him. The sound made something low in his gut tighten. He wiped his hands on his jeans and watched her sway.

“No need.” He stepped over and picked up the parasol. She stared at him in a way that felt odd, eyes wide and fixed on his face. He paused with it in his hand. Her face was fair, her lips parted a little to show two small white teeth. The dress hugged her full breasts, the peaks showing through the ruffles. He could smell the faint trace of her perfume mixed with warm skin.

“Can I help you, m’lady?” The words came out rougher than he meant. Something hung in the air between them. Without warning she fell forward. He dropped the parasol and caught her against his chest, her weight soft and sudden in his arms.

“You’re sick from this heat,” he said quickly. He picked her up and carried her into the shade of the barn. Her arms went around his neck, fingers brushing the back of his collar. He glanced down, but her eyes stayed closed. Her breath warmed his throat with every step.

He took her to an empty stall with fresh hay. The smell of cut hay always calmed him. He hoped it would help her too. Sunlight slanted through the boards and lit dust motes in the air. He laid her down gentle on the pile, straw crackling under her dress.

Questions in the Hay

“What’s your name?” he asked. His voice echoed soft off the barn walls. She blinked up at him, lashes fluttering like she was coming back from far away.

“Ashley. What’s yours?” Her lips shaped the words slow, like she was testing how they felt.

“Jake.”

“What do you do here, Jake?” She pushed up on one elbow, the movement making her breasts shift under the thin fabric.

“I brought my stallion to breed the new mare,” he said, then stopped. She was a lady. He shouldn’t talk that way. Heat crept up his neck anyway.

She looked up at him through her lashes. “So that’s what I saw. Horse breeding?” Her tongue touched her lower lip and stayed there a second too long.

Heat ran through him. A woman like her talking about that gave him a thrill. He nodded once, trying to stay calm. His cock twitched in his jeans at the memory of the stallion’s raw need.

She paused. “Does it hurt her?” One hand rested on her own thigh, fingers curling into the dress.

“Hurt who, the mare? No. It’s natural.” He shifted his weight, boots scraping the dirt floor. She watched every move.

She was curious. Where did she get the nerve? But her innocent look and the slight tremble in her body told him this was new to her. He could see the pulse jumping in her throat.

“But it’s so… big,” she breathed. Her eyes slid down his body, and his cock hardened fast under her gaze. The denim grew tight fast.

“Well, uh, it’s natural and all.” He swallowed hard. His throat felt dry.

“Does she like it, then?” She looked back up, eyes wide, cheeks matching her lips. The question hung there, heavy and hot.

“Who’s to say?” His voice came out low. His cock pressed hard against his trousers, aching now.

“And the stallion, does he like it?” She leaned closer, the hay rustling under her.

She reached out and touched the bulge. He let out a whimper. Her fingers pressed firm through the fabric, learning the shape of him.

His first thought was to grab her hair and push his cock into her mouth, but when he looked down he saw fear mixed with want in her face. She’s a virgin, he realized. Something in how she acted showed she was trying something new. He could smell her arousal starting to mix with the hay scent.

He decided to go easy. With steady hands he turned her onto her stomach, lifted her skirts, and opened his belt. The leather whispered free. She twisted to look back, but he paid no mind. Kneeling, he ran his hands over her hips and saw the soft blond hair and her wet pussy already slick. He tasted her, hungry. She started to move her hips, guiding his tongue deeper. The taste of her filled his mouth, sweet and sharp.

Fuck, nothing beat a woman who knew what she wanted. He felt his own need grow as her sounds came faster, but he didn’t want her to finish yet. He couldn’t wait either. He rose up, put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her still, and pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. She froze. His dick throbbed against her wet folds, slick already from her juices.

Even though she was wet, he went slow and shallow at first. He was big and knew how small she was under him. He eased in until he felt resistance. So she really was a virgin. That thought hit him hard. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit. She sighed. More wetness came out, and he pushed all the way in, grinding against her before pulling back slow. Her cunt gripped him tight, hot and pulsing.

He kept at it, breathing steady so he wouldn’t finish too soon. He wanted to feel her pussy around him while he played with her clit. Her moans grew deeper. She squeezed him in fast pulses. She was close. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back. Skin slapped skin with every thrust.

Then it hit her all at once. He clapped a hand over her mouth to quiet her cry. Her body shook hard under him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

“Shh, little filly, it’s okay,” he said low in her ear. She went limp under him, her pussy loose around his cock. He was burning up. He wanted to fuck her hard into the ground but waited, letting her breathe, then flipped her onto her back. Her tits bounced free when he yanked the dress lower.

Ashley looked up at him, dazed, mouth open. Skirts up, legs spread. He knew how to make it better. He pulled the top of her dress down rough. Her breasts came free, full and pale with light pink nipples the same shade as her pussy. He squeezed them together and licked the stiff tips. She gasped. The taste of her skin drove him wild.

He leaned back, lined up, and drove into her, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. His cock ached with the pressure, but he had his rhythm now. He didn’t want to stop. Her cunt took him deep, wet sounds filling the stall every time he bottomed out.

Then she spoke. “Do you mean to breed me, Jake?” Her voice shook with need. “Fuck me harder. Fill me up.”

The words hit something deep. His mind went blank. His thrusts sped up fast as the feeling peaked. His cock jerked and he spilled deep inside her. Even after, he kept rocking, watching his seed leak out between them. Cum dripped down her ass onto the hay. She moaned his name again, legs locked around him. He stayed buried, grinding slow while her pussy milked the last drops from him. The barn smelled of sweat and sex and hay. He kissed her neck, tasting salt on her skin, and held her close until their breathing evened out. Outside the sun climbed higher, but inside the stall nothing else mattered.