Barn Hide-and-Seek Impregnation

Got her her pregnant playing hide and go seek on the farm and we hide in the barn and I was really shy and she told me it's okay and then she said you will love playing with my pussy and maybe I will let you stick it in

The summer sun beat down on the farm, turning the air thick and sticky. We were playing hide and seek—me, the shy farmhand barely out of my teens, and her, the bold ranch owner's daughter with curves that strained her cutoff shorts. Everyone else scattered, but she grabbed my wrist, eyes gleaming. "Barn. Now." Heart pounding, I followed her into the dim hayloft, dust motes dancing in the slats of light. She pushed me against a bale, her body pressing close, tits heaving under her thin tank top. I froze, cheeks burning, cock already twitching in my jeans. "Shh, it's okay," she whispered, her breath hot on my neck. Her hand slid down, bold as hell, cupping my bulge. "You're shaking. Never been with a girl before?" I mumbled something, staring at the floor. She laughed low, unzipping me slow, fishing out my throbbing dick. It sprang free, hard and leaking, veins pulsing under her grip. "You'll love playing with my pussy," she said, hiking up her shorts and shoving them aside. No panties—just slick, shaved lips glistening, clit peeking swollen and pink. She guided my trembling fingers there, smearing her wet heat over them. "Feel that? Dip in. Taste it if you want." I groaned, sliding two fingers into her tight, dripping cunt, walls clenching greedy around me. She ground down, moaning soft. "Good boy. Keep going... maybe I'll let you stick it in."

Her hips bucked against my hand, juices coating my knuckles as I pumped deeper, thumb brushing her clit in clumsy circles. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, tank top riding up to bare one full breast, nipple hard and dark. "Fuck, yeah—like that," she panted, stroking my cock faster, pre-cum slicking her palm. She leaned in, tongue flicking my earlobe. "You want this pussy? Beg for it." "Please," I choked out, voice raw, fingers curling inside her to hit that spongy spot. She shuddered, walls fluttering, soaking my wrist. She shoved me back onto the hay, straddling my thighs. Her hand angled my tip to her entrance, rubbing it through her folds—hot, slippery friction making me throb. "Not yet," she teased, sinking just the head in, clenching tight around it. "Earn it first."

She clenched around my cockhead, her pussy lips stretching taut, sucking me in a fraction deeper before pulling back—pure torment. "Earn it," she repeated, voice husky, grinding her clit against my shaft in slow, slick drags. Her juices dripped down my length, pooling hot on my balls. I bucked up instinctively, desperate for more, hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide. She moaned, arching back, her exposed nipple begging for attention. Leaning up, I latched on, sucking hard, tongue lashing the pebbled peak while my fingers dug into her flesh. "Fuck, yes—suck it," she hissed, rewarding me by sinking another inch, her walls rippling, gripping like velvet fire. Halfway in now, she rotated her hips, stirring me inside her, breath ragged against my ear. "More?" she taunted, nails raking my chest, hovering there—teasing the plunge.

"Yeah," I gasped, thrusting up harder, my cock begging to bury deep. Her eyes flashed wicked, and she slammed down—taking me to the hilt in one slick plunge. Her pussy clamped vise-tight, walls milking every inch, juices flooding where we joined. She rode me fierce, ass bouncing on my thighs, tits jiggling free as her tank top bunched higher. I gripped her hips, slamming up to meet her, the wet slap echoing in the loft. "Harder—fuck me like you mean it," she growled, grinding her clit against my base, shudders rippling through her. Sweat slicked our skin, hay pricking my back as she leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss—tongue thrusting deep, tasting her own arousal on my lips. Her inner muscles fluttered, squeezing rhythmic, pulling me toward the edge. "Don't you dare cum yet," she warned, slowing to a torturous roll, her breath hitching.

I groaned into her mouth, hips jerking despite her command, her pussy's vise grip dragging me deeper with every roll. She broke the kiss, saliva stringing between us, and pinched my nipple hard—sharp sting cutting through the haze. "Not. Yet," she snarled, lifting off me almost completely, my cock slipping free with a wet pop, throbbing in the cool air, veins pulsing. Her arousal gleamed on my length, dripping onto the hay. She spun around, ass toward my face, knees straddling my chest. "Taste how wet you make me," she demanded, lowering her soaked folds to my lips. I dove in, tongue plunging into her heat, lapping her tangy essence while she bent forward, hot breath fanning my tip. Her mouth engulfed me—suction fierce, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, tongue swirling the underside. I moaned into her clit, sucking it between my lips, fingers spreading her cheeks to probe her tight rear entrance. She bucked, humming around my shaft, the vibration shooting fire up my spine.

Her warm pussy juice tasted fucking divine—tangy-sweet nectar flooding my tongue as I speared deeper, lapping every drop from her clenching folds. She ground back against my face, smothering me in her heat, moaning vibrations straight down my cock while her throat worked me in sloppy, deep gulps. "Fuck—your tongue's magic," she gasped, popping off my shaft with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening head. She spun again, quick and feral, dropping to all fours on the hay-strewn floor, ass arched high, pussy lips swollen and parted, dripping invitation. "Mount me," she ordered, glancing back with hooded eyes, fingers reaching to spread herself wider. I knelt behind, gripping her hips, cock nudging her slick entrance. One brutal thrust buried me balls-deep, her walls spasming around my length, milking hard as she shoved back, taking every inch. We slammed together, skin slapping sharp, her ass rippling with each pounding drive. "Deeper—wreck this pussy," she begged, head thrown back, fingers clawing the blanket.

I gripped her hips tighter, thumbs digging into soft flesh as I slammed forward, balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. Her pussy clenched like a fist, rippling along my shaft, pulling me in deeper with every brutal plunge. Sweat slicked our skin, her ass cheeks jiggling under the force. "Harder—fuck, yes," she growled, pushing back to meet me, inner walls fluttering wildly. I leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand snaking around to pinch her swinging tits, rolling the stiff nipple between fingers. She arched, keening, her heat soaking my thighs. Reaching down, I rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles, feeling it throb under my touch. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, body trembling as tension coiled. "Gonna make you come on this cock," I rasped, pistoning faster, the barn air thick with our musk. She bucked wildly, chasing the edge.

Her body shuddered violently, pussy clamping down like a vice as the orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck—I'm coming!" she screamed, juices gushing around my pounding cock, soaking my balls and thighs in hot spurts. I didn't let up, grinding deep through her spasms, feeling every pulse milk me relentlessly. She collapsed forward onto her elbows, ass still high, quivering. "Don't stop—fill me up," she panted, voice raw and desperate. I hauled her back by the hips, slamming in with renewed fury, the slick sounds echoing off the barn walls. My free hand slid up her spine, fisting her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat as I rutted harder. Tension built in my core, balls tightening. Her walls fluttered again, aftershocks gripping me. "Take it all," I growled, thumb pressing her clit, chasing her second peak while mine loomed. She moaned, grinding back, lost in the frenzy.

And summer went by and one day in January was a knock on the door and my dad opened and it was her parents and I heard the word pregnant and I thought oh shit what was about to happen

I thrust harder, balls drawing tight as her pussy fluttered in greedy spasms, sucking me toward the brink. "Fuck—gonna flood you," I grunted, yanking her hair sharper, her back arching like a bow. She clenched down, second orgasm crashing through her with a guttural cry, walls rippling hot and relentless. One final slam buried me deep, cock pulsing as I erupted—thick ropes of cum jetting into her core, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft in creamy rivulets. She milked every drop, grinding back with whimpers, our bodies locked in shuddering release. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the hay, breaths heaving, her hand tracing lazy circles on my chest. "That was... insane," she murmured, lips brushing my skin. Summer blurred into lazy days of stolen fucks in the barn, her body my addiction—tight heat welcoming me whenever we could sneak away. Then one January day, a sharp knock echoed through the house. Dad swung the door open, voices murmuring low. I froze in the kitchen, catching "pregnant" from her parents' tense tones. Oh shit—what the hell was about to happen?

I slipped out the back door, heart pounding, pulse still thrumming from memories of her slick heat. The winter air bit my skin as I circled the house, peeking through the frosted window. Her parents stood rigid in the entryway, Mom's face pale, Dad's jaw clenched. Mine crossed his arms, voice steady but edged. "How sure are you?" "Doctor confirmed it," her father snapped. "Eight months along. She says it was... an accident last summer." My gut twisted—our accident. Her belly would've swollen under those sundresses, hiding what I'd planted deep during those barn frenzies. Dad glanced toward the stairs, where she'd probably be waiting, hand on her curve. I edged closer to the door, breath fogging glass, bracing for the explosion. Then her voice floated down, soft but firm: "It's mine. Let me talk to him." Tension coiled tight, her parents' eyes snapping up as footsteps creaked.

She descended the stairs slowly, one hand cradling the full swell of her belly, the other gripping the railing. Her sundress stretched taut over the curve, nipples pebbling against the thin fabric from the chill. Our eyes locked—mine wide through the glass, hers steady, lips parting in a secret flicker of heat amid the storm. "It's his," she said plainly, voice cutting the heavy silence. Her parents whipped around, her mom's gasp sharp. "We were together all summer. No accident—just us." Dad's gaze hardened on her, then flicked to the window where I lurked. "You," he barked, storming toward the door and yanking it open. Cold rushed in as he hauled me inside by the collar, the room erupting in shouts. She stepped forward, belly brushing my hip, her fingers grazing my wrist possessively. "I want him," she whispered, close enough for me to smell her arousal mixing with fear.

And then my dad said he will take care of the baby and the baby was born and both of our parents there waiting to see there grandchild

Dad's grip tightened on my collar, his face thunderous. "You knocked her up?" he roared, shoving me toward the center of the room. Her parents erupted—her mom wailing, father lunging like he'd swing—but she planted herself between us, belly pressing firm against my thigh, her heat seeping through the fabric. "Stop!" she snapped, eyes flashing. "I love him. We're keeping it." Chaos swirled, accusations flying, but Dad held up a hand, silencing them. His gaze bored into me, then softened fractionally on her swell. "Fine," he growled. "I'll take care of the baby. Both of you—under my roof. No more sneaking. You marry her, or you're out." Months blurred in tense truce—her body ripening fuller, my hands sneaking touches on those swollen curves at night, her sighs muffled against my palm as I fingered her slick folds to quiet climaxes. Labor hit at dawn. Hours later, cries pierced the hospital room. Both sets of parents crowded the window, faces pressed to glass, watching the nurse swaddle our son—tiny fists waving, my dark hair on his head. She squeezed my hand, nipples leaking through her gown, whispering, "He's perfect. Now fuck me like you own us."