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growls and
offered her tongue. He sucked it into his mouth. At the same time,
he plunged into her depths. She screamed into his mouth. Her hips
elevated, inviting more. His hips drove his cock deeper and harder.
Her cunt bit down and contracted around his member. Nails clawed
his back—teeth latched onto his bottom lip. The pain drove him into
an explosion of continuous ejaculations. She matched his every
move, and her juices joined his. Screaming, screaming—what?
    His chest pumped, fighting for oxygen. A
straw dangled from his mouth—his face was buried into a mound of
hay. The orgasm over, his cock continued pumping. It took a moment
for Duncan to realize he lay in a barn, having the best wet dream
of his life. Oh, shit, my jeans! His hands covered his crotch.
Thank goodness, somehow, he had managed to take them off before
shooting off. Damn, how much cum could a man produce. An awful lot,
it seemed. His eyelids drooped as his mind processed remembrances
of how many times he’d ejaculated since arriving at this farm. He
had gone from a disinterested, worn man to a raving teenage sex
machine in one day. A grin spread across his face, and he fell
asleep.

    Goldie staggered into the kitchen and fumbled
for the coffee pot. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the wall
clock. Damn. Two hours past time for Bessie’s milking. It had been
a rough night filled with wild sexual dreams. With a mental kick in
the butt, she thought yesterday had provided enough wild and
wonderful sex to last her ten years. A vision of Duncan’s eyes
lighting with the heat of sexual need made the core of her body
burn. She groaned. I’ll never find anyone like him again who’s also
self-supporting and acceptable in the tight social circles within
which I live.
    She poured a cup of coffee and glanced out
the window. What! Her horse stood behind the tractor, reins tied to
the equipment, eating from a bucket. Her coat glistened, golden in
the sun, and her mane and tail fell in smooth strands of silver.
Goldie had forgotten how beautiful her mare could be. What nerve.
Someone intended to steal her horse and had the damn audacity to
clean her up first by using the farm’s equipment and water. Jerking
the pantry door open, she grabbed her double-barrel and ran out the
door. Jogging across the yard, awareness of things out of place
pierced her mind.
    Stopping dead in her tracks and dropping the
shot-gun to her side, she stared. The mess of fire wood was now a
neat stack. Someone had cut all the weeds and grass around the
fence of Baby’s pasture. Farm debris, scattered around the major
barn, had been removed. Duncan! She tried to be angry, but found it
difficult with a wide smile on her face. Mumbling and cursing came
from inside the barn and she tip-toed inside. He sat on a stool,
his head pushed into Bessie’s side. Very little milk hit the
bucket. “Damn it, this can’t be a difficult thing to do. Cow, you
aren’t cooperating.”
    “Oh, I’m surprised. I thought you were an
expert with breasts.”
    Duncan leapt up, knocking the pail over. His
eyes wide, he threw up his hands. “Please don’t shoot.”
    Goldie dropped the muzzle to her side and
began laughing. After catching her breath, she said, “I’m so happy
you came back.” Her mouth trembled. “I had a miserable night
believing I’d never see you again.”
    The milk bucket, caught by his foot, almost
threw him into her arms. He kicked it away, grasped her by the
waist and swung her around. “Thank God and everything holy. I
shouldn’t have let you send me away.” Holding her tight against his
body, he covered her mouth and kissed until he could no longer
breathe and broke away. She placed her hands on either side of his
face and pulled him back to her lips and swirled her tongue over
his lips.
    They eventually parted and she asked, “Did
you sleep here?”
    His thumb jerked up toward the loft.
    “I’ll race you up.”
    Once upstairs, Duncan picked her up and
stretched her out