Bayhill Farm Frenzy

The country air always did something to you, didn’t it? Not long after we’d exchanged vows, we decided on a cottage holiday at Bayhill Farm, a sprawling 30-acre estate with five charming cottages nestled amongst the rolling hills. The owners, a delightful couple named Silas and Martha, had left us to ourselves for three days while they attended a show in the Midlands, and the opportunity felt too good to pass up.

The morning after our extended lay-in, fueled by miles of walking the previous afternoon and a generous amount of local Scrumpy, a strange thought took root in my mind. I’d had this fantasy since my teenage years – the idea of losing myself in a passionate encounter amidst the fragrant bales of hay in the farm’s large barn. It was a primal, almost animalistic desire, and as I glanced across the room at my husband, Mark, relaxing on the sofa absorbed in his newspaper, the seed of the idea began to sprout.

“You know,” I said, pulling myself onto his lap, “I had a rather vivid dream last night. I was in a barn, surrounded by hay, and… well, let’s just say it involved a great deal of intimacy.”

Mark, ever the attentive husband, immediately caught on. “A barn, you say? With hay?” He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “Sounds like a bit of an adventure.”

Knowing we wouldn’t be disturbed by the owners’ absence, we slipped out of the cottage and across the yard, eager to explore the massive barn, its wooden doors standing slightly ajar. Inside, the air hung thick with the sweet scent of dried grass and animal feed. As we ventured deeper, we discovered stacks of fresh hay piled high, reaching almost to the rafters, with a rickety wooden ladder leading to the loft above.

“That’s it,” I exclaimed, my voice filled with a desperate thrill, “Exactly as I’ve always imagined!”

My heart hammered against my ribs as I prepared for the experience. Typically, I took my time building up to sex, letting the anticipation simmer for days. But this time, the desire was overwhelming, fueled by years of unspoken longing. Mark, sensing my heightened state, gently took my hand. "Ready for this?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with a playful challenge.

I couldn’t resist his touch, pulling him closer and kissing him passionately across his face, neck, and chest. "Yes," I whispered, my voice husky with desire, "I want it, and I want it now."

As I made my way towards the ladder, Mark held me back, his grip firm but gentle. Then, without warning, he pulled me down onto the floor, amidst the fragrant hay, and proceeded to strip me of my clothing. I struggled briefly, but his strength was too much. He quickly removed my jeans, leaving me in only my panties, which immediately began to dampen from the exertion.

He positioned himself before me, a primal instinct taking over, and thrust into my body with a raw, untamed passion. The sensation was both exquisite and overwhelming, my body arching in response to his thrusts, and my muscles tensing with each wave of pleasure. Sweat began to bead on his chest and back as he continued his assault, his large, powerful hands driving deep into my core.

As I squeezed my inner muscles, desperate to prolong the moment, I noticed that Mark was becoming increasingly aroused, his face flushed and his breath coming in ragged gasps. I leaned forward, my hands gripping his waist, pulling him closer as our bodies collided in a frenzy of sensation.

Suddenly, he looked me directly in the eye, a wild glint in his gaze, and declared, “I want you now!” His words were laced with a possessive urgency, a primal command that sent shivers down my spine.

Without hesitation, he bundled me onto the soft, yielding hay and, with a swift, decisive movement, ripped off my panties, tearing them at the side. The scent of my arousal intensified as he proceeded to expose my vulnerable body to his touch.

He quickly gathered a handful of hay and shoved it beneath my butt, then, with a primal roar, plunged deep into me. The feeling was intense, almost unbearable, as his massive testicles pounded against my bottom, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I arched my back in response, trying to take him deeper, but he held me down with one hand, his grip unrelenting.

As we continued our frenzied encounter, I felt a surge of adrenaline, my body trembling with both pleasure and exertion. The air crackled with unspoken desires, and the scent of hay and sweat filled our senses. We stayed in this position, lost in the throes of our passion, until finally, Mark collapsed beside me, exhausted but exhilarated.

He rolled off me, panting heavily, and we lay side by side, covered in sweat and surrounded by the fragrant hay. The loft above smelled overwhelmingly of sex, a testament to the raw, unbridled passion we had just shared. I had experienced an orgasm unlike any I had ever known, a culmination of years of repressed desires. My body was sore, but happy, and my heart beat with a newfound intensity.

We spent the next hour recovering from our intense encounter, savoring the lingering sensations and the intoxicating scent of hay. As we made our way back down the ladder, my legs shook with the afterglow of our passion. The memory of our encounter in the barn would undoubtedly remain with us for a long time to come.

As the owners returned home, they noticed our flushed faces and sweaty bodies, and asked if we had enjoyed our time at the farm. I couldn’t help but smile, a secret thrill running through me. It seemed they had caught on to our little adventure, and perhaps even suspected the nature of our clandestine encounter in the barn. Whatever the case, I knew that we had created an experience that would forever change our lives, a primal and unforgettable moment of pure, unadulterated passion amidst the fragrant bales of hay.

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