| ...moo... Holidaze II |
| They had gone for a walk, an innocent walk. He was home for his birthday for once, that in itself was a rarity. She wanted to give him something special. "Just getting to spend the day with you is special enough Meg." He'd told her. And he believed it too. But she had something else in mind. "It lookes like rain out there. You sure you want to go for a walk Meg?" He asked sweetly. She nodded. "We'll be ok. We'll be back long before the storm hits." She said confidently. That was how they found themselves, an hours walk away from the farm house. In a barn. In the pouring rain. Zac stood in the wide open doorway of the old abandoned hay barn. The rain was comming down in buckets, sheeting off the tin roof like his drum beats. "I can't believe I'm gonna miss my own birthday dinner. And your mom made me a chocolate cake too!" He nearly whined. She grinned from her perch in the soft hay behind him. His broad framed silhouette against the dismal sky, long blonde mane wet and stringy, sticking to the back of his neck. When he raised his hand and lay it against the door frame to lean his weight on one foot, hips cocked to the side, she held her breath. The thick bicep beneath his clinging wet white t-shirt bulging and his back tensed, he was a beautiful sight to behold. "Don't worry about it Zac. I'm sure they will save you some." She tried to reassure him. He sighed heavily. "I know, I just don't like you being out here in this terrible weather. I don't want you getting sick or anything. I'd feel so bad." He told her. "I'm fine Zac. Now come and sit down." She urged. Again he sighed, but turned around to face her. She was so beautiful. Even after getting so called 'drowned.' Her long dark hair was curled from being wet, tiny drops still clinging off her spikey lashes that framed her wide blue eyes. Inside he got that feeling. Like warm fluttering butterflies. She patted the patch of hay next to her. Her smile inviting. He returned it. Sometimes his brothers teased him. 'Courting the farmers daughter.' They said. He took it on the chin. He took all the razzing because she was the only one who had ever made him this happy. So what if her father was a farmer. It was a noble profession. And often he defended his relationship with her using such words. When it got to that point, his brothers knew enough to back off. She really was a sweet girl. He sat heavily beside her, the dust stirring from the years of neglect in the building. She sneezed daintily. "Bless you!" He said politely, his brow creased worridly. "You sure you're not getting sick?" He asked, taking up her hand. She smiled at him demurely, shaking her head. She was shivering, it was cold and she had gotten soaked. "You're cold." He said aloud, really meaning it for himself. "Come'ere." He softly commanded. She gave him another smile, more warm then the touch of her skin at the moment. She scooted closer to him as he wrapped his arm around her. He lay a tender kiss on her head and lay his cheek on the same spot. They sighed. He was feeling sorry that they had gotten caught in the rain and they would both be missing his birthday celebration. She sighed because she was content. She couldn't have planned it better. Now was the time to give him that special gift she wanted to give him. "Zac?" She toned quietly. "Mmm?" He answered, his arm going around her tighter, his hand rubbing her arm to keep her warm. Oh she was warm already, burning up in fact. Only her skin was cold, and if she had her way, that would soon change. "Would you like your special present now?" She asked coyly. "You mean you brought it with you?" He asked, his excited curiosity peaking. "Mhmm..." She breathed as she turned to him, her face tilting up toward his. He'd never seen that look in her eyes before. It somehow frightened him a little, and thrilled him too. He could feel his body tingling all over. He didn't know if it was the cold wet rain, or the way she was looking at him. Like a hungry wild cat. She turned her body, kneeling in the scratchy hay on her bare knees. She faced him, her hands running up his arms to meet behind his neck. He shivered. He liked it. His smile was uncertain, but anxious. There was just something about the way she looked right then. Her hair was hanging in wet ringlets, her eyes so crisply blue, even more striking then Tay's. The light freckles across her nose melted on her creamy skin. She had a rosebud of a mouth, her bottom lip teasingly plump as she bit it. Her thin summer dress was drenched, clinging to her curvy body. Making him feel the fires of hell lick at his loins when he looked down at her rounded breasts strained with darkened nipples stiff below the low neck line of her dress. Even her dainty little bare feet. She was always barefoot at home. For some reason, that had always turned him on. He held her loosely around the waist, not daring to trust himself to touch her much more then that. His jeans were getting very crowded and the heat was rushing up his neck, into his face. He licked his lips, suddenly very dry from his rapid breathing. She sounded like she purred, her eyes almost slipping shut, her head tilting back a bit as she watched his mouth. He'd certainly never seen her do that! "Meg?" His waivering voice cracked the silence, the tension thick between them. She moved forward, slowly, surely. He could feel her sweet breath on his face, he sucked it in as if it were life giving. Her body pressed very close to his, and his breath stopped. "Shhh..." She soothed, her lips a breath away from his. He had kissed her many times before, always enjoying it imensely, but this, this was not the sweet Meg he was used to. Meg was never a predator before! Her lower lip brushed his mouth, a tease of the things to come. Her tongue slipped out, tasting of him, sliding over his top lip slowly, sensualy. He moaned softly. He couldn't help it. He could feel her smile against his mouth as she pressed her lips to it. This wasn't just a kiss. This was an act of hunger. He fell into the sensation of it. It was surprizing, but undeniably hot. HIs chest started heaving and his hands started to roam. His brain started to scream at him when he found he was cupping her heavy breasts. Quickly he pushed her away, his lips aching from being torn away from hers. "Meg! What's gotten into you?!" He exclaimed. She reached for him again. He grabbed her wrists, puling her back and looking into the face of pure lust. "What's the matter Zac? Don't you want it?" Her voice husky and low. He closed his eyes, swallowing hard to try to calm his raging body. "Meg, this isn't like you. Where did this come from?" He begged her to answer. She laughed, raw and throatily. "Zac... this is like me. This is me wanting you so bad for so long that I'm ready to do you on times square on TRL if you wanted!" Her eyes traveling over his body, licking her lips when her gaze rested at the very large tent in his jeans. "And apparently you want it too baby." She cooed. He shook his head. "Meg, we can't. You know that." He said lamely. Her pout blossomed and he lowered her arms, still not letting go of her wrists. "Why not? We both want it. We're responsible enough. Give me a good reason why not Zac?" She challanged. He was quiet, his brow creased. "See! You can't think of one can you?" She accused. "But..." He began to protest. "No. No buts this time Zac. I've waited long enough. I can't take it any longer. If I can't have you then I'll be forced to go elsewhere." She threatened. "Is that an ultimatum?" He snapped. "It's a fact." She stated. "Zac, you drive me insane! I lie in bed at night thinking about you when I touch myself. It just isn't enough! I need you Zac. Don't you want me?" She whined. He swallowed hard again. He'd done that too. Of course he wanted her. But was he ready? "I've never done this before Meg." He admitted quietly. Her face softened and she moved closer to him. "Neither have I." She soothed. His fingers loosened their grip on her wrists. She slipped out of his grasp and her hands smoothed up his broad chest. She leaned to him, kissing him sweetly. "We can do this slow. We can learn together." She offered. He nodded, his hand finding her hip. His thumb drew circles over the wet cotton of her dress. She lifted his chin, their eyes meeting. "I'm ready Zac. Are you?" She asked quietly. Again he nodded, his other hand finding a resting place on the back of her head. "I am. I'm ready for my special present now Meg." He said softly, his hand gently urging her forward. "Good." She said whisper soft just before her lips met his. Now they took things slowly, touching each other intimately, learning what the other liked and needed. Her hands slid up under his t-shirt, her fingers brushing against the soft trail of hair that led below the waistband of his jeans. His belly tensed, his breath hitching in his throat. Her fingers traveled up over the hard muscles, a warm path of tingles where she had touched him left behind. Together they slipped his t-shirt over his head. Her mouth dropped a line of kisses from one shoulder to the other. She encouraged him to explore her body, pulling his big rough hands to places he'd never dared go before. He loved the throaty little moan his touches produced from her. Her hands slipped down to his hips, her tongue making a wet trail down the center of his chest. When she reached for the button of his jeans he stopped her hand, pulling it away some. She looked up to his face. "Are you absolutely sure Meg?" He asked hesitantly. She nodded, her small smile warming his unsure feelings into pleasured thoughts. He guided her hand back to it's task gantly. She looked up into his eyes as her fingers popped open the button. Her fingers skimed lightly over the stiff member hiding behind that layer of denim as she pulled the zipper down. His groan was primal, something she had been waiting so long to hear. His thick shaft sprang free as she looked down to her prize. She sucked in a great breath. She'd never expected something so beautiful, so big. A trickle of clear fluid enticed her and she bent forward, her tongue lapping at it. "Ohhh... Meg..." He moaned. Her fist curled around the hard shaft, her lips parting wetly as she cradled just the head on her tongue, weighing it and memorizing how it felt and tasted. His fingers tangled in her long dark hair with one hand. He reached above his head, grasping for the post that held the roof above them where the rain pelted just as loud as ever. His head tilted back in joyed delight as he held on tightly. Slowly she sucked him in, her lips firmly wrapping around his manhood. He growled when his head hit the back of her throat, the distant rumble of thunder answering him. She slid his thick long meat in and out of her mouth, teasing his slit as she slurped up more of his nectar. Gently she tugged at his jeans and boxers, slidding them down his hips as she kept his head firmly in her mouth, her tongue flicking over the pulsing vein under the tip. He raised his hips, helping her and thrusting deeper into the hot suction of her mouth. Briefly she let go of him, pulling his jeans and underware below his knees. His proud erection straining toward his belly. He watched her through the slits of lusty eyes. She pulled her dress over her head, her naked breasts making him quiver inside. He leaned forward, reaching for her. He touched her, his index finger's thick pad gingerly swirling around the stiff nipple. Her head fell back, a subtle sound from her throat telling him that she enjoyed it. He pulled her closer, dipping his head to taste of her flesh for the first time. It was warm and hard, soft and sweet all at once. His hand pleasured her other nipple as he lavished attention to the first one. Then his mouth and hand switched places. He pulled her closer still, needing all of her that he could have against his skin. His fingers skimmed down over her soft flat belly, diving into her cotton panties. The hairs tickling him into near giddyness. His fingers slid down further into her underware, searching for the warm wetness he needed. His thick fingers glided over her folds, dipping into the wetted slit, thrumming over her clit. Her sharp intake made it known to him that he'd found his mark. He reached further, sinking a finger deeply into her hole. She whined, writhing as she knelt before him. He watched in awe as she rode his finger, her hips thrusting into his hand. "Zac... I need you now..." She breathed heavily. He couldn't protest, couldn't deni her. He slipped his finger from her, reaching up to taste of the slickness on them. He sucked at it, his eyes closing and rolling up into the back of his head. She tasted so sweet. He had to have more of that later. But now she had removed her panties and was crawling over him. Pushing him back with a small hand to his chest. Her hot center poised above his rock hard cock. He leaned up a bit to watch it enter her. Slowly she lowered her pelvis over his. The first contact of their sexes making them both cry out a bit. He reached below, holding it firmly in place, guiding it in the right path. She pushed the engorged purple head into her body. It was a sensation she never would have guessed. She took a deep breath, sinking down more, trying to adjust to the width. It was a bit painful to stretch so far, but she relaxed her muscles and it felt a bit better. He pulled his hand out, satisfied that she could do the rest. He held her hips tightly, a look of pleasured pain on his face as she slowly took all of him. He looked into her face when she stilled finally. His heart breaking at the tears in her eyes. "Meg? Does it hrt bad baby? Do you wanna stop?" He asked concerned, his finger moving to brush away the salty drops. She shook her head adamantly. "No. It's just gonna take a minute to get used to. I... I didn't know it was gonna be so big..." She told him quietly. Her breath fast and her chest heaving. He watched her nipples move, hypnotizingly. His big hands smoothed up her sides, over her back, along her shoulders, caressing her thighs teasing her breasts. It relaxed her, and aroused her. She could not deni it any longer. Slowly she started to move above him. Her hips undulating in a passive rhythm. The more she moved the less it hurt. The better it felt. Her tightness stroked him toward nirvana. When she sped up some, he took control. He grabbed her hips, pulling her off and on his throbbing prick. He grunted with his efforts to please them both. Her soft crys growing more desperate. "Ohhhh Zaaacccc....." She moaned loud and long, a flicker of lightning illuminating her, bathing her in an ethereal bright blue glow. Her beauty was stunning. His head was spinning as the fire of his release raced through him, rushing up from his tight balls. Her back arched and her head was thrown back so far her long hair tickled his inner thighs. He felt the vice of her walls clamp down on him. He'd never felt anything so intense before in his life. He pumped into her hard and fast, his hips pounding her from below as they left the matress of old hay. Her body relaxed some, her moan dying on her lips as she panted. He was about to explode! A flash of lightning pulsed outside, lighting up the darkening barn. Quickly he pulled her off his throbbing cock. His ragged cry of satisfaction making the air shudder more than the crack of thunder that touched the earth. Five thick gobs of pearly cream shot from his slit, splashing against her thighs and his belly. He sucked in a shuddering breath, drawing her down to him in a tight embrace. He held her, stroking her hair until his breathing slowed and he could once more speak. "Thank you Meg. That was the best damned birthday gift I've ever gotten." The whimsy in his voice making her giggle. She could feel the slickness of his cum between them as she straddled him still. She nuzzled her nose into his neck. Her words mixed in her kisses. "You're more then welcome Zac. Happy sixteenth birthday." And somewhere from a distant pasture a cow lowed. 'moo...' They looked at eachother and they laughed. It may have been a cliche, but it was theirs to remember and cherish, and maybe even repeat. Hearty gusts of wind shoved at the storm, and they continued to pleasure eachother until the skies grew dark and the rain waned to a drizzle. Heated from her 'gift' they reluctantly headed back to her house, and a slice of chocolate cake. It was the best birthday he ever had, and probably ever would... unless next year she had a better idea. But what could possibly be better then what she just gave him? He grinned in anticipation of it. He'd just have to wait and see. |
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