Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior such as bestiality. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
HORNY SISTER'S HORSE URGES is the story of a family caught up in such a subculture-and the effects of their unconventional behavior on family relationships.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Gee-you sure are lucky, Tom," Debby Johnson said as she walked beside her older brother towards the stable. "Living in the country and being able to have a horse and all-"
Debby was a teenager and, as her brother had noticed, becoming very nubile.
Tom glanced at her now. Her plump tits thrust out against her cotton blouse, the outline of the nipples showing. He dropped back slightly to admire her saucy little ass.
Debby was wearing a pair of denim shorts so tight that they seemed to have been painted on her. The material clung to the shapely cheeks of her heart-shaped ass and dipped into the crack between those pert ass mounds. Her waist was tiny and her legs were slender and long-and because her shorts were so brief, Tom could see almost all of those legs. The crotch band of the denim garment was dragged right up into her ass crack. As she moved on ahead, blissfully unaware of her brother's unseemly attention, her hips rolled provocatively.
What an adorable little bundle she's become, Tom thought. His big cock quivered in his pants. Tom felt a bit guilty at getting turned on by his own little sister, but he couldn't help it. Debby was enough to make a saint horny.
He wondered if Debby was still a virgin.
She turned by the stable door, waiting for Tom to catch up. Her long blonde hair cascaded as her head turned, and she smiled innocently at him. Tom blushed slightly, very much aware of the swelling in his crotch and hoping Debby wouldn't notice. But if she did notice-what would the girl think about it? Would she be scandalized or embarrassed or amused?
Or maybe even interested?
They entered the stable together. Trigger, the big palomino stallion, arched his brawny neck as he turned his handsome head toward them. His golden mane flowed and his silken tail switched. His nostrils flared as he scented the girl.
Debby stood back, her lovely face radiant, eager to ride the stallion. She had learned to ride in town and rode well, but being forced to stick to bridle paths on mares or geldings was pretty tame and she was looking forward to cantering on the stallion across the open countryside. The horse's soft, moist nostrils flared again, his equine instincts aroused by the fragrance of the girl.
Maybe the palomino was looking forward to this ride more than she was.
Tom, his forehead beaded with perspiration caused more by emotion than exertion, saddled the horse and led the big brute from its stall. Debby stroked the animal's powerful neck, and the horse nuzzled his wet snout against her.
"What a lovely horsy," she said.
"Here-I'll give you a lift," Tom offered, standing at the stallion's flank and cupping his hands together.
Debby stepped into his hands and lightly lifted up into the saddle. As she mounted, Tom's hand slid up and, as if by accident, touched her ass. His hand lingered for a moment, but Debby didn't seem to notice or to take offense. He was just helping to get her seated, after all.
"Enjoy your ride," Tom said.
He slapped the stallion lightly on the haunches as Debby took up the reins and turned the animals toward the door. Tom stared after them as they moved off. Her sweet, trim little ass shifted deliciously in the saddle and her tits bobbled delightfully. Tom groaned softly, grating his teeth, both embarrassed and thrilled at the same time by his incestuous inclinations. He stood in the doorway, staring after her.
And his prick began to rise and harden further.
Tom was tempted to jerk off right there in the stable, fantasizing about his kid sister. He grinned wryly, thinking that it would be just like the old days, when he had lived at home. He had always been trying to sneak looks at the young girl when she was undressing or soaping herself in the bathtub, and he had beat his meat countless times as he thought about her. But she had been only a kid then, compared to now, and dark desires moved the man.
I'd never really touch her, he assured himself. Just thinking about it does no harm, though.
He waited until she had ridden out of sight, then cupped a hand over his hard-on and squeezed tentatively. His balls felt like over-inflated balloons and his prick was as hard as a crowbar, levering against his fly.
Debby will want to take a shower when she gets back, he thought. He was wondering if he could manage to steal a look at the sexy teenager as she stood naked under the spray, her sleek, curvaceous body all frothy with cum-like soapsuds.
His cock jerked violently at the prospect.
But Tom decided that it would be sort of silly to give himself a hand-job when he had a sexy wife available. He grinned wickedly as he contemplated fucking his wife while he closed his eyes and made believe she was his sister.
He headed back to the house, hoping that Belinda would be in the mood for a vigorous fuck . . .
Belinda was almost always in the mood, in fact.
She was standing at the window at the moment, watching her young sister-in-law jogging along on the palomino. She, too, had noticed how desirable Debby had become recently, and her thoughts were not far removed from her husband's
Rom had wondered if Debby was a virgin.
Belinda was wondering if the lovely teenager had ever fooled around with another girl.
Belinda was a raven-haired beauty, with thrusting tits capped by big, rosy nipples, a narrow waist and pneumatic hips. She was wearing a short skirt at the moment, most of her shapely thighs revealed. Her pelvis pumped suggestively as she watched Debby rise and fall gracefully in the saddle. The girl's tits bobbled about tantalizingly and her slender, well-formed thighs tightened with sinew as she rode in the stirrups, posting at the trot.
Belinda licked her lips, smiling slightly. She felt jealous and envious of that saddle, and the feelings amused her.
Debby could use her face for a saddle whenever she liked!
The aroused woman slid a hand lightly up her thigh and cupped her palm over her heated cunt. She squirmed against her hand. The crotch band of her bikini panties was soaking wet and her pussy was so hot she thought it might blister her palm.
Just as her husband had, Belinda was wondering whether she should give herself a hand-job as she thought about Debby. She wondered, too, if the girl's visit might turn out to be more than just a simple family reunion. Belinda and Tom were free-thinking people and they had taken part in threesomes in the past, both with other men and other women. But Debby was Tom's own kid sister and Belinda wasn't sure what he would think if she were to suggest any such hanky-panky.
She rubbed her cunt slowly, feeling her clit swell against her fingertips. The crotch band of her wet panties was being dragged right up into her open cunt gash, as if by suction. She traced her fingers along her hairy, unfurled cunt lips and shuddered.
Behind her, unnoticed for the moment, a huge hairy head thrust out through the doorway. Bruno, their big, brawny Airedale, gazed at Belinda with thoughtful amber eyes. His black snout twitched as the aroma of her arousal wafted to his nostrils. Bruno knew full well what that exciting fragrance signified.
The dog began to advance slowly across the room, haunches lowered as if he were stalking a rabbit, but it was a far hotter and juicier stimulation than any rabbit that was attracting the doggy like an iron tiling to a magnet.
His balls were swelling and his big prick began to lengthen and stiffen as he inhaled her compelling scent. The naked red meat of his slick cockhead came sliding out from the hairy cock sheath, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Belinda was rubbing her fuck-slot steadily. She slipped her fingers inside the wet panties and pulled at her stiff clit, then slid her middle finger up into her sodden, steaming pussy slot. She wriggled her finger around, then drew it out and brought it up to her lips. She licked her own pussy nectar from the creamy digit as she thought about Debby. Cunt juice was tasty, even delivered by hand-but how much more delicious the stuff was when it was sucked straight out of a creaming cunt! She just knew that Debby's pussy would be delectable.
She jerked in surprise as a long, wet tongue slurped up the back of her thigh.
"Bruno-you naughty doggy!" she said, looking over her shoulder. But she was smiling.
Bruno gazed up at her speculatively, wondering if he was being scolded or encouraged.
A trickle of cunt juice slid from her cunt and ran down the inside of her smooth thigh. The Airedale slid his tongue out and gathered it up, whimpering. As her steaming cunt juice registered on the dog's sensitive taste buds, his prick jerked violently, as if his tongue and his prick were linked up in his body.
He began lapping up her thighs with gusto.
"Wanna do me, boy?" Belinda whispered. "Hummm? does the nice doggy want a yummy?"
Bruno barked, slapping his lapper against her. Belinda leaned against the window sill with one hand. She raised her skirt about the waist with the other, hiking her ass upwards. The dog slapped his tongue against the backs of her legs and her rounded ass cheeks, slobbering heavily. Belinda squirmed against his hairy snout. She spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart, and the dog's tongue slid up through the crack and nudged against her tight brown ass-hole.
"Ummm-that's nice," she purred.
Belinda yanked the crotch band of her panties aside, exposing her wet, smoldering pussy gash. The dog thrust his nose in. His cold black snout hit her fiery clit and she shuddered deliriously. His tongue began to slurp in her open cunt slot.
"Yeah-lap my pussy, boy," she rasped. "Cream me with your fucking tongue-then I'll do you."
As if he understood her words, the Airedale began to tongue her pussy frantically. His heavy, meaty lapper stabbed right up inside her fuck-hole, slurping at the soaking inner cunt folds. It felt as big as a prick as he stuffed it deeply into her pussy.
Belinda's ass churned and her hips jerked from side to side as she squirmed against his muzzle. She held her cuntlips spread open as his lapper shot up her fuck-hole. Cunt juice and doggy-slobber poured down her thighs in a frothy cascade. Bruno lowered his head and lapped up the overflow hungrily, then dipped his muzzle back into her steaming cunt.
Usually, when she got the doggy to tongue her, Belinda perched on the edge of the couch, legs spread, taking his head from the front. The novelty of getting lapped from behind pleased her. She was taking his tongue doggy-fashion, she realized. The way she usually took his cock, in fact. She ground her crotch against him, wriggling, her belly pumping in a fucking motion.
The dog's bristly muzzle pushed into her cunt gash as if he were trying to bury his head in her cunt.
Her dark head turned from side to side, eyes narrowed and lips trembling. Her tongue slid across her mouth, and she sighed with the joy of it. She adored creaming on that big heavy tongue-and then returning the favor.
Then she saw Tom returning from the stables.
Oh, shit, she thought-sorry that her pleasure was going to be prematurely interrupted.
But she noticed that the front of her husband's trousers was bulging out with a booming hard-on. Oh, wow! Had Tom gotten hot the same way she had-turned on by his sister?
He was walking slowly, lugging that promising hard-on along the path, and the prospect of his big prick excited Belinda. Her clit swelled against the dog's tongue.
"Hurry up, Bruno," she urged. "Finish me, boy!"
She wanted to cream before Tom got to the house. Reaching down into her crotch with both hands, she took the dog's slippery tongue in her fingers and held her clit with the other hand and began to rub the wet lapper against the fiery nugget. Her clit was vibrating, smoldering like an ignited fuse. She released his tongue and Bruno started urgently slapping the red meat into her creamy cunt gash. She held her fuck-slot open as he frantically frolicked in her crotch. Cunt juice was flooding from her, streaking his hairy muzzle. As the horny woman neared the crest, the flow from her cunt hole was getting hotter and thicker and creamier, and the fragrance was driving the doggy wild.
The waves of joy sped across her pumping belly and shot like electric currents through her trembling thighs. They came faster and higher, merging into one tidal wave. Her clit exploded like a stick of dynamite and her cunt hole melted. Steaming hot girl-cum gushed from her open cunt slot and washed over Bruno's eager lapper. He slurped greedily. Cum cream rolled onto his red tongue like a strand of pearls. The dog wolfed it down and lapped for more.
Her pussy gash was so soaking now that the dog's tongue was splashing in her cunt.
Belinda heaved her ass up and down and rolled her hips, clinging at the peak. She was panting like a steam engine, her eyes glazing and her lovely face radiant.
Girl-spunk kept pouring from her pussy as the spasms of bliss shook her spasmodically.
Bruno kept dutifully at his tasty task, slurping her cum cream up by the tongueful and gulping it down. The final thrill burst in the core of her cunt and Belinda wailed. Her legs grew weak and she leaned against the window sill again, needing support. She hiked her ass upwards as Bruno mopped up.
"Ooooh-that was lovely," she sighed.
She grasped him by the collar and pulled his big head out from under her ass. He ducked in again, using his tongue to gather up the creamy ribbons of cunt juice from her inner thighs. Her groin was foaming with doggy slobber, but the dog had wolfed down every drop of her creamy cum juice. His hairy muzzle was drenched and his tongue hung from the side of his jaw, dripping.
The Airedale gave her a speculative look and then, significantly, arched his head around and gazed at his cock, knowing from previous experience what to expect.
But Tom was almost at the house by this time.
Belinda gave the dog an apologetic look. She hated to leave him frustrated and hated, as well, to miss out on a chance to milk off that big dog-cock.
"Sorry, boy-you'll have to wait," she sighed.
The doggy blinked, puzzled. Being only a dumb animal, he had no idea that bestiality was not performed in public.
Belinda adjusted her soaking panties, hips squirming. Her cunt sucked the crotch band in. She knelt down beside the dog and took his prick in her hand. She kissed the slimy red meat of his naked cock-knob lightly, promisingly.
Bruno woofed and wagged his tail.
"Soon, boy-as soon as I can," she whispered.
Then, leaving the Airedale in the room, Belinda went to meet her husband at the door, not wanting him to find her in the same room as a dog with a hard-on . . .
CHAPTER TWO
The front door opened as Tom was coming up the steps and Belinda greeted him with a knowing looks and a smile, standing in the doorway with her hip thrust out provocatively. Tom could tell from her attitude that his sexy wife was in a warm and willing mood, and he was glad that he had resisted the impulse to beat his meat while he thought about Debby.
"I saw you coming," Belinda said, shifting her gaze down significantly to his swollen cock-bulge.
Tom grinned crookedly and embraced her. As his lips moved onto hers, her hand slid down to cup his well-packed crotch. Holding his bloated balls through his pants, as if she were weighing them on a scale to discover how much jism they contained, she pushed her gently rounded belly out and rubbed herself against him. His rock-hard cock pressed an elongated indentation in her soft flesh, demonstrating on the outside just how impressively deep that long shaft would sink when it was fucking into her pussy.
Tom groaned as her nimble tongue flicked over his lips, then slid into his mouth. He sucked on it and his own lapper twisted and entwined with hers.
Would he have kissed her so passionately had he known those sweet lips had just kissed the slick and slimy tip of a dog's cockhead? She wondered about that. Probably even more passionately, she guessed.
She would have to tell him about the dog sometime, in the heat of a sexual encounter. He might be annoyed, but he sure as hell would get turned on by the idea, she knew-and she liked him turned on. If at the moment he was horny because of his sexy kid sister, that was fine with Belinda, who was hot for Debby, too.
Tom's hands slid down her flanks and held her around the firm cheeks of her voluptuous ass, drawing her belly tighter to his cock-bulge. They swapped spit back and forth, panting into each other's open mouths, saliva flowing freely between their lips. She squeezed his balls gently through his pants.
Drawing her lips from his, Belinda said: "Have we got time to go to bed before your sister gets back?"
"Oh, yeah," he replied.
"She's a sexy little piece, isn't she?" Belinda remarked, giving his balls a squeeze as she spoke.
Tom blushed slightly, realizing that his wife was well aware of what had caused his hard-on.
"She's only a kid," he muttered.
"Maybe," Belinda said softly. "But she still got you all worked up, didn't she, Tom?"
Her hand fondled his cock-bulge again. Tom's expression flickered as if his eyes alid gone out of focus. He looked a bit sheepish at having his incestuous stimulation discovered, then he looked lustful as her hand caressed his cum-stuffed balls.
"It's okay, darling," Belinda said, with an impish gleam in her dark eyes. "She got me hot, too."
Before Tome could respond to that erotic admission, she clamped her mouth to his again. His prick made the response for him, pounding violently against her belly. The idea of his wife getting hot for his sister was sort of depraved, he thought-but it sure as shit made his prick throb! He always enjoyed watching his wife make it with another woman and the thought of that sensual mouth clamped to the girl's juicy pussy was making his prick so smoking hot that he thought the front of his pants might melt.
Not wanting to rush things, having just given Tom the suggestion, Belinda turned lithely in his arms. Holding him around the waist, she led him into the house. As they passed the doorway to the front room, she reached up to stroke his cheek and turn his face to hers-not so much to kiss him as to prevent him from looking into the room, in case Bruno was still rampant.
The big Airedale had curled up in the corner, patiently waiting for his mistress to return, knowing from experience that the woman always returned a favor. Seeing them pass the door, he rumbled in his throat. And his prick, which was only semi-hard now, rippled. Disappointed, but still patient, Bruno lowered his big blunt head onto his front paws in doggy resignation.
Brenda and Tom turned into the downstairs bedroom, and she closed the door behind them, not wanting a horny dog to follow them with that incriminating evidence of arousal looming out from his loins and dripping from his well-creamed tongue.
Tom stood beside the bed and began to undress. Belinda removed her blouse, standing back from him. They liked to watch each other disrobe rather than undressing each other. It provided a sort of visual foreplay pleasing to both.
Her nipples were standing out like little rosy rockets ready to be launched from the areola pads. She arched her slender back, provocatively thrusting her tits out towards him.
Tom sighed pleasurably at the mouthwatering sight. He drew his own shirt off. His torso was lean and hard, heaving as he breathed heavily with excitement. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He was wearing nylon briefs and his cock and balls were clearly discernible through the stretchy material.
He shoved his loins out at his wife, in turn. She saw that where the big wedge of his cockhead was molded in the nylon, a damp, sticky patch had begun to spread as pre-cum oozed from his open pisshole. She pursed her sexy lips suggestively, the pink tip of her tongue slowly sliding back and forth. But she had no intention of giving her husband a blow-job now. The doggy had a slippery knob, too, and Belinda was eager to milk that tasty dog-cock off as soon as she got a chance. But there was no sense in giving blow-jobs to both of them. Her husband was going to get her cunt.
Belinda dropped her skirt. Her tiny bikini panties were drawn tightly across her hips and the crotch band was dragged up into her fuck-slot. The shadow of her dark, bushy cunt mound showed through the material in a wide triangle.
Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she slowly squirmed from the panties. As she raised one knee, Tom could look right between her legs, at her naked cunt. Her whole crotch was lathered with foaming juices, her cunt jungle matted and the sleek inner flesh of her thighs glistening. Tom didn't think that he had ever seen his wife's cunt quite so creamy before.
It looked as if a dog had been slobbering in her crotch, he thought-and he grinned at such a preposterous idea.
Belinda tossed her soaking panties to Tom. He caught them and held them up to his face, sniffing at the heated fragrance, then licking at the drenched crotch band. Those tiny, sexy panties were so full of juice that he wondered if she had already creamed. But it didn't matter, since she was still obviously as hot as a pistol and ready to cream again. But he did wonder what she had been thinking about to make her cream her panties. Had it been his sister?
His cock lurched frantically at that idea, pulling the elastic waistband out from his flat belly.
He dragged the elastic out clear of his prick and tugged his briefs down.
Belinda whimpered at the familiar but still exciting sight of his enormous cock and balls. That formidable fucker was the main reason why she had married him and why they had had a happy marriage and a very satisfactory and varied sex life.
His cockhead was a huge, mushroom-shaped slab of dark-purple meat. His thick cockshaft was seamed by a fat, pulsating ventral vein, and his balls were big as melons. Belinda loved to feel that giant prick throb in her mouth or cunt and spurt jism into her. She loved to see him fuck it into other women, as well-and she wondered just how this visit from Debby would turn out.
Belinda moved up to him and they embraced, standing beside the bed, both naked. His balls jammed against her cunt bush and his long cock-rod stood so high up her belly that the slippery knob was brushing against the underside of her tits. She always marveled, having that massive prickshaft pressed against her that way, at the pliability and elasticity of her cunt hole into which he was able to sink every last inch of his cockmeat. Sometimes when he was fucking her cunt, she thought his cockhead was going to come right out of her mouth.
Tom had the biggest prick that Belinda had ever seen on a man-although not the biggest prick she had ever seen, in general.
The stallion's cock was a lot bigger.
She could only take half of that horse-prick up her fuck-hole, and only the cock-knob in her mouth.
But Belinda wasn't thinking about the stallion at the moment, as she squirmed sensually against Tom.
Turning him in her arms, she gently pushed him back onto the bed. He lay on his back and she curled on her flank beside him. His cock was standing high above his loins, the purple prick-knob flashing like the beacon atop a lighthouse. Gooey pre-cum squeezed from his open piss hole, slathering his cock-knob. That fat slab of purple prickmeat looked like a big plum coated with whipped cream.
Although Belinda had no intention of sucking Tom off, his drenched cockmeat looked so delicious that she simply had to have a taste before they fucked. She leaned over him, her mane of raven dark hair tumbling over his trembling loins. Her eyes crossed as she turned her gaze in upon the swollen, oozing slab.
Tom jerked his hips upwards encouragingly as her radiant face hovered over him. Belinda's tongue slid out and she began to lave all over his gooey cock-knob, moaning with pleasure as the musky flavor of his pre-cum sparked her taste buds. She parted her lips and took the fat purple cockhead into her mouth, sucking hungrily on it.
"Ummm-ummm," she purred, as more pre-cum seeped out. She savored the sweet slime on her tongue for a moment, then her throat pulsed as she swallowed.
Tom, thinking he was going to get a blow-job and empty his balls into her willing mouth, began to hump up from the bed, stabbing his prick deeper into her mouth. Belinda adored a mouthful of hot, wet cockmeat and she sucked greedily on it, her cheeks hollowing inwards and her lips turning out around the cockstalk. She loved the taste and the texture and the aroma of heated cockmeat and steaming jism, and she was sorely tempted to carry on with this succulent blow-job until he fed her his cum-load. But she resisted the urge, remembering that she had a doggy-cock to suck off soon and wanting her cunt serviced first.
She pulled her lips away, gave his soaking cock-knob a last slurp with her tongue, then rose up.
"I want it up my cunt," she whispered.
That was fine with Tom. He didn't give a damn which of her hot holes he drained his balls into, as long as he drained them. He pumped his cock muscles and the rampant prick throbbed.
Belinda paused for a moment, relishing the delicious taste of his spunk, whetting her appetite for the doggy-cum she was yearning for as soon as possible. Her fevered imagination caused her to think of his sister's hot little pussy, as well. Then she threw one knee across and straddled his loins. Her cunt slid onto his flat belly, cuntlips plastered to him. His cock jolted against her ass and the thick cockshaft slid into the crack of her ass. Instead of shifting back and mounting his prick, Belinda began to inch higher up his torso. She had already creamed on the Airedale's fat tongue and didn't really want to cum on a lapper again, right away. But the thought of having her husband suck her cunt right after the doggy had been slobbering into it excited her tremendously.
Rising over his upturned, eager face, she dipped her hands into her groin and spread her pussy wide open. Tom's tongue lashed at the air even before they had made contact. Then Belinda settled down onto his face and he fucked his tongue up her gaping pussy and sucked avidly on her clit and cunt slot.
Belinda gazed down past her heaving tits, watching his pink tongue slide into the gash of her bushy cunt. She jerked against him, soaking his face.
Tom murmured happily. He was perfectly willing to suck her off and let her cream his tongue, knowing-just as the doggy knew-that Belinda always returned such favors.
But after a few moments, she began to slide back down his heaving torso. His head tilted down and he took a parting slurp at her clit as that succulent nugget retreated. Her open cunt gash was streaming, laying a creamy track as it slid down his body.
Belinda hiked her pelvis up, her sleek thighs tensing. She hiked her crotch up over his towering prick, just above the glowing cock-knob, hovering there. Her hips ground from side to side. Tom humped up from the bed and his cockhead nestled into her wet fuck-slot. Her clit throbbed against his prickmeat. Belinda whimpered, turning her lust-contorted face from side to side, dark hair cascading wildly across her cheeks. Her tits swung over his belly and Tom reached up to fondle the tit globes and pull at the stiff nipples.
Reaching down, she took the hilt of his long, thick cockshaft in her hand and began to tilt her wrist, rubbing his prick-knob around in her cunt slot, using it like a ladle in her creamy bowl. His hands slid down onto her hips, ready to help her rise and fall as soon as she started to fuck on his rampant prick.
Thighs rippling with smooth muscle, Belinda lowered her crotch and took his swollen cockhead into her pussy.
Her cuntlips collared his cockstalk just behind the knob, pulling and sucking as if her cunt were a mouth. Tom bridged his back under her, like a wrestler struggling against a pin. He held steady, letting his wife set the pace as it suited her.
Very slowly, thighs trembling, Belinda slid down and took all of his gigantic cock up into her pussy. Where the fuck does it all go? she wondered, as that long cock-rod transfixed her. His cockhead was throbbing in the core of her cunt and his iron-hard cockstalk was levering in her pussy. Her slick cuntlips were plastered around the hairy root of his prick and her clit pulsed wildly against it.
She held the full penetration for a few moments, loving to feel her cunt hole stuffed to the very brim with pounding prick and letting Tom thrill to the sensation of having every inch of his thundering cockmeat buried n her steaming fuck-hole.
Then she began to rise and fall on his fucker. Her delectable ass swung from side to side and her belly pumped up and down. Tom humped up to meet her, thrusting in counterpoint. His hot cockmeat hissed up her fuck-tunnel like a heated crowbar, the prick-knob pounding in the core. It felt as if she had a lump of molten iron in her belly.
Her pussy clung to him, the wet walls molding themselves to the fat contours of his cock, massaging every inch. As she rose upwards, her cuntlips distended as they sucked on the sliding cockstalk, pulling out and almost turning her pussy inside out.
Tom groaned with the joy of it. Belinda's cunt hole was sucking on his prick like a hungry mouth-which was only right, since he often fucked her mouth as if it were a cunt. Her hot fuck-holes-including her shit chute, on occasions-were interchangeable, as far as he was concerned.
She pulled her pussy up to his cockhead and streams of cunt juice poured down his cockstalk, steaming from the hot meat and soaking his bloated balls. Then she pushed back down and engulfed his fucker to the hilt. More pussy cream oozed onto his cock root as the fat plunger filled her pussy to the depths, pumping the slime out from her cunt slot.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Belinda wailed.
Her lush hips twisted as she rose up, winding her cunt hole around on his prick like a juicy nut onto a bolt, adding torque to the in-and-out friction.
Holding her by the hips, he hauled her up and down faster, as if he were using her cunt to jerk himself off. They fucked together in a frenzy. Her cunt was slurping hungrily as she rose up and bubbling as she plunged down again.
Tom's eyes closed. Was he pretending that he was fucking his sister? His wife wondered about that, not minding at all.
His swollen balls cushioned her ass as she fed all of his cockstalk into her pussy again. She held him buried and squirmed on his prick, panting and whimpering. Then she began to rise and fall again, faster than ever, as the thrill began to course through her loins.
"Oh shit-I'm gonna cream," she gasped.
Tom could feel her cunt hole begin to melt around his cock like a wax candle around a flaming wick. He plowed up into her furiously, shaking her on his prick. His hands moved onto her tits again and he pulled at the tips, feeling them explode. Her clit was starting to detonate against his cockstalk at the same time.
"Cum-cum-cum!" she cried, trying to hold her own crest back, wanting to feel his hot, thick fuck-juice hose her cunt hole before she let herself soar to the peak.
His balls expanded against her ass, seeming huge as he neared the explosive heights.
"Here it comes, baby!" he gasped.
"Yes! Yes! Spunk my cunt, darling!" Belinda wailed. "Slime my hot fuck-hole-hose me with your jism!"
Tom's overfilled balls burst violently as Belinda slid down to the hilt of his prick, filling her cunt to the core. His fuck-juice shot up his cock-rod and spurted from his cockhead in a steaming hot geyser. Belinda cried out with joy as she felt that foaming cock slime jet into her pussy. She let herself go and her cunt creamed wildly on his cum-spurting cock. She rose up and slammed down again, taking a bone-jarring jolt as he came again. His fuck-juice rocketed into her cunt, the dose so thick and heavy she thought she could feel it splash inside her.
Ass heaving, she pumped away on his jizz-squirting prick. She peaked again each time Tome hosed her with another hot jism jet. As his thick cock stuffed her full, their mingled fuck-juices came gushing from her cunt gash, soaking his belly and balls with the overflow. He was pouring so much cum into her that the girl thought that her vital organs must be awash in the stuff, floating in a slimy tide.
"More-give me more!" the greedy cum-lover wailed. "Keep coming, darling-drown me!"
Her cunt hole sucked, pulling more spunk from his piss hole as she pulled up, then he shot another wad of cock cream into her pussy as she descended.
His balls seemed bottomless, his vitality boundless. Tom always pumped a lot of cum into her, but today he was exceeding himself, stimulated by his incestuous desires and fantasies-while Belinda, stimulated by similar thoughts, took it all and begged for more.
But at long last his final spurt of cum cascaded into her pussy and he sank back on the bed, panting. Belinda continued to ride his cock, working off the final spasms of her own joyful coming to the dregs. She slumped over him, his cock still buried in her flooded fuck-hole, a dreamy smile turning up her lips.
"That was lovely," she sighed.
Tom croaked a wordless agreement, panting too heavily to speak. His prick rippled inside her pussy as it began to soften and diminish and his balls were deflated, drained to the dregs. Belinda drew her cunt off his cock slowly, inch by precious inch. His cock-knob popped out like a cork from a bottle and his prick stood upright for a moment, swaying back and forth.
Belinda slid down and playfully licked at his cream-drenched fucker, then slurped it into her lips and sucked on it, swallowing their combined cum cream and polishing his cockmeat to a luster.
Pulling her mouth away, she moved up and snuggled in his arms, relaxing in the glowing aftermath of a wonderful coming.
She kissed him lovingly with her creamy lips and slid her slimy tongue into his mouth. His cock was still swaying, as if it couldn't decide whether to collapse or harden again. Belinda reached down and gently caressed his emptied balls. Her nimble tongue was exploring his mouth, tapping against the roof, sweeping into his cheeks and running over his slippery lapper. The frothy juice that she had sucked from his cockhead slid back and forth between their parted lips.
His cock began to stiffen again and his formidable balls began to inflate with another cum-load.
Belinda glanced down at his rising prick. "I suppose Debby will be back soon," she whispered.
Tom figured that his wife was wondering if they had time for another fuck before the teenager returned. He grinned and gave a little shrug.
"I guess she'll be gone for a while yet," he said, giving his cock muscles a significant jerk.
But Tom had misunderstood.
"She'll probably want to take a bath or a shower, after she's finished her ride," Belinda said.
She stared into her husband's face questioningly, her eyebrows lifted. His eyes shifted guiltily.
He wondered if Belinda had read his mind.
"Probably," he replied.
"I'll give Trigger his rundown, if you-like, while your sister has a shower and you-" She broke off, her face flushed.
Tom's cock slammed back to a full erection as he realized what his wife was suggesting. She was granting him permission-more, approval-to carry out his incestuous yearnings.
"Do what you like," Belinda said, smiling.
Tom groaned, embarrassed that his dark desire had been so evident, yet thrilled by the prospect.
"I wonder if she's a virgin," he whispered. "I wonder if she-likes to have her cunt sucked," said Belinda, with a wanton smile.
CHAPTER THREE
Debby Johnson was a virgin, and although she imagined that she would like to have her cunt sucked, she couldn't say for certain since it had never yet happened to her. Debby was very well developed physically for her age, but she was innocent and inexperienced in sexual matters. She was anything but frigid and would have welcomed the attentions of some of the boys at school. But, despite her charms, that hadn't happened as yet, possibly because Debby was such a desirable girl that she intimidated the shy young men, causing them to believe that she would shun them if they approached her.
She felt herself up a lot, though.
As soon as her tits had started to swell with impending womanhood, Debby had discovered that it felt lovely to fondle the firm tit mounds and to caress the tips, especially. Those rosy buds got big and stiff and explosive as she rolled them in her fingers. The pleasurable sensations that shot from her nipples rippled down her nubile body and centered somewhere deep in her loins. The naive girl had scarcely understood the connection, when she first experienced it. She knew about finger-fucking from listening to her more precocious girlfriends discuss the topic, but she had only a vague idea how it was done.
Why should her pussy get hot and wet simply because she was playing with her titty tips? Why should having a handful of her own tit cause her thoughts to leap so erotically? It seemed automatic to pretend that it was a handsome boy's hand that was fondling her tits, and just as automatic to pretend that it was another girl's tit that she was feeling up. Debby was certainly no lesbian, but nice tits were simply so feelable!
Her hand had slid into her crotch, as much out of curiosity as arousal. But the moment she cupped her cunt, she shuddered, realizing that she had discovered an even better thrill than tit fondling. Her fingers had sought and found her clit instinctively. Her clit was swollen like her nipples, and even more sensitive. Playing with that frenzied nugget, Debby had creamed almost immediately.
Oh, wow-I must have come, she realized, glowing with the satisfaction of the experience and feeling really naughty and depraved at having frigged herself off. She wished that she had the nerve to tell some of her girlfriends about it-but was afraid that they might be disgusted or, worse, know all about the delights of a hand-job and laugh at her for being such a late starter.
After her first discovery, Debby began to finger-fuck herself with regularity. Usually she followed a certain routine, frigging off in the morning as soon as she woke up when, still half asleep, the act had a deliciously dream-like quality-and again at night, creaming herself to satisfaction as she drifted into slumber.
While she was playing with her pussy, she usually thought about boys, chosing one specific guy that she liked and concentrating on him through the job. Sometimes, although she couldn't understand why, she found herself thinking about one of her sexy girlfriends, instead. In a strange way-strange since she was not a lesbian-fantasizing about a girl's body was even more exciting than thinking about a horny young man. Maybe because it was naughtier, she reasoned-the sort of experience that she would never really have and which was limited to her imagination. Debby knew that, in time, she would be fucking with men, but never for a moment anticipated going to bed with a girl, despite the way that the idea turned her on.
Debby, in her innocence, didn't realize that a normal, heterosexual girl could enjoy cunt-lapping as much as a dyke.
There were a lot of things that Debby didn't yet understand, in fact-and one that was puzzling her at the moment . . .
She wasn't thinking of anything erotic as she jogged along on the big palomino stallion, pursuing a healthy and wholesome activity in the fresh country air.
So why was her cunt getting hot?
All warm and powerful and lathered between her naked thighs, the horse jogged along the country lane, and Debby tried to figure out just what was making her so randy. It never dawned on her that there was a connection. But there was no denying the fact that she was horny as hell. Her tit tips jutted out in very evident peaks against her blouse, and her crotch was sliding around in the saddle on a film of cunt juice.
It felt nice to be turned on, of course, but it was annoying, as well, and very frustrating. She guessed that she knew what had caused her problem. Waking that morning in a strange bed at her brother's house, Debby had not followed her perfected routine, failing to frig off as she would have had she been in her own familiar room. Having gone uncreamed, her fuck-hole was simply making a reasonable demand.
Trying to ignore her heated state, she kicked her heels into the stallion's flanks. The palomino broke into a canter and they sped across a field, her tits hobbling and her blonde hair flying in the wind and her ass jolting in the damp saddle. But speeding up the ride only served to defeat her purpose. The faster her crotch slid about in the saddle, the hornier she became.
Debby was afraid she might come at the canter!
The thought of coming was nice, of course, but the girl knew that when she creamed she often lost control of her body, all of her energy concentrated in her cunt. If that happened while the stallion was pounding along, she might well fall off.
Debby reined the horse in.
His neck arched and his handsome head twisted around, golden mane rippling. His flanks were heaving. Debby assumed the horse was trembling and snorting and quivering due to the exertion of the canter, and that he was lathered for the same reason.
It never occurred to the innocent girl that the horse, too, might be horny.
Trigger's soft, moist nostrils flared, and he nickered as he inhaled her aromatic scent. Standing, he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof, and his silken tail swirled about.
His massive prick had started to swell.
But, seated on his back, the naive girl was blissfully unaware of the stallion's arousal as she contemplated her own. She was as hot as she had ever been before, despite having entertained no erotic thoughts to inspire that raging need. She guessed it must have had something to do with the way her crotch had been sliding in the saddle-although it had never happened when she was riding a gelding or a mare.
She even wished that she were riding bareback, with that hot horse flesh naked between her thighs and under her crotch-but the idea was not fully formed and the girl never dreamed of bestiality beyond the mere friction.
They were standing at the far end of the rolling field across which they had just cantered, in the shade and shadows of a fringe of leafy boughs. Debby, looking a bit guilty, glanced around. There was no one anywhere in sight. Debby had never frigged herself off in the open. Her hand-jobs had always been confined to bed and bathroom. But the idea of giving herself a finger-fucking right there at the edge of the field, as she sat astride the big palomino, thrilled the girl. It seemed safe enough, she figured, looking around again. And if she didn't come, she was not going to be able to enjoy her ride nearly as much, nor as long. Her smoldering cunt would demand that she aborted the ride and returned to the house for a hand-job.
Feeling deliciously wicked, Debby grinned impishly and decided that she would do it.
She nudged the stallion on into the deeper shadows of the overhanging limbs, took one last look around, then braced her feet firmly in the stirrups and began to rub her crotch up and down in the damp saddle. She wrapped u..-ins around the pommel-noticing how phallic that jutting horn happened to be-and freed her hands so that she could pluck at her throbbing tit tips. Those buds exploded and her clit throbbed wildly.
She looked down and saw that the crotch of her denim shorts was all wet and sticky. She dipped a hand down and slid her fingers over her cunt, feeling the fiery hear through the material. Then she drew her hand away and stopped squirming around. She knew this was going to be a wonderful hand-job, maybe the best she had ever had, due to the remarkable circumstances, and she was in no hurry to cream. She wanted to make the hand-job last as long as possible.
Opening her blouse, Debby began to squeeze her naked tits and roll the nipples, shivering with the sensation of her self-caress. Waves of pleasure shot from her rosy tit peaks and lanced down into her pussy. Her sleek thighs trembled as they clung to the stallion's flanks-and the stallion, too, was trembling under her. The big brute's head was going up and down like a rocking horse and he was blowing and snorting, soft black lips curled back from his teeth and horsy slobber spraying out. His nostrils flared widely and his eyes were wild.
Debby didn't realize that she was turning the horse on.
Being Belinda's stallion, Trigger knew a whole lot more about bestiality than did naive little Debby.
Debby's face was a mask of passion by this time, her blue eyes narrowed and smoldering like molten cobalt and her sensual mouth slack and panting, lips trembling and tongue sliding across. She cupped her fat tits in both hands, lifting the globes and pushing the smooth cleavage together. Her pretty face tilted down as she gazed at her tits. Lifting the tit mounds higher, she pushed her tongue out and licked at each stiff, rosy nipple in turn, shuddering as the thrill shot through her. She hoped some boy would suck her tits soon. And more.
Debby was ready to lose the burden of her cherry.
She ran her wet tongue up her cleavage top and licked at the tit tips again. When she released her tits, they jiggled saucily, the nipples standing out like bullets.
She reached down and unsnapped the waistband of her shorts, then pulled the zipper down.
The denim flaps parted in a triangular opening. She tilted her groin up. Her panties were soaking wet and a pink pussylip was exposed on either side of the narrow crotch band, wisps of golden cunt hairs curling out. Debby slowly ran the tips of her fingers up those unfurled pussy folds and moaned.
Rising in the stirrups on tense and trembling thighs, she stood above the saddle and tugged her shorts and panties down as far as she could along her legs, baring her groin. She settled back into the saddle. Her naked pussy steamed as it slid into the slippery leather seat. She was hobbled and hampered by having her shorts around her thighs, and Debby's movements were limited. She wondered if she should dismount and frig herself off in the grass. But for some reason-as yet unknown to her-she loved the idea of creaming while she sat astride the stallion.
Her cunt felt hotter than ever, ready to suddenly burst into flames-flames that only a flood of frothy girl-cum would be able to put out. She gazed down past her thrusting tits. Her cunt mound was a filigree of blonde coils, spreading wide on her loins-a sunlit jungle divided by a sluggish, creamy gush. Her clit was standing out like a stump in a swamp.
Debby tilted her crotch higher, staring at her pussy as she swayed in the stirrups. A ribbon of pussy nectar slid from her open cunt slot and trickled down to seep into the crack of her ass. Her hairy cuntlips fluttered wider apart and her parted cunt flooded with cream. The milky pussy juice soaked the saddle under her ass and ran in strands, like strings of pearls, down her suntanned thighs.
Sitting swaybacked in the saddle, feet firm in the stirrups and thighs clamping the stallion's golden flanks, Debby began to play with her pussy with both hands.
She traced up her cuntlips and stroked her clit lightly, trying to prolong the joy of it. But her pussy was smoking hot and ready to melt at any moment. She paused to let her cunt cool down slightly, stroking the damp flesh of her inner thighs, then reached behind her ass and ran a finger up the crack, nudging the tip into her shit hole, savoring all the preliminary caresses before she worked to the creamy conclusion. Her hands dipped into her crotch again. She began to finger-fuck her cunt hole with one hand, using three fingers bunched together in a cock shape-and wishing they were a real cock-while she rubbed and rolled her clit with the other hand.
Debby moaned as her clit swelled in her fingers and her fuck-hole flooded heavily into her lathered crotch. The saddle was so drenched with her flow that cunt juice was dripping from the edges and streaming down onto the palomino's flanks.
The stallion, well aware of that steaming hot seepage, began to hump his haunches in and out.
His prick was fully hard now. The potent brute was tormented by the girl's sweet aroma. His head swung around and his nostrils flared wide and his hindquarters rippled with sinew, all ready to propel his prick in and out-but with nowhere to put it.
Neglected, that massive horse-cock throbbed violently. The slick, dark meat of his cockhead had pushed out from the leathery sheath, pumping in and out like a lung. His piss hole was parted and a few globs of pre-cum seeped out, all creamy on the dark slab. His cockshaft was so long that his cock-knob was almost pushing out from between his front legs and his balls seemed as big as bowling balls.
The beast whimpered pitifully.
Debby, concentrating on her cunt, still failed to realize what she was doing to the poor dumb animal. But she sure as hell knew what she was doing to her pussy.
Her hips jerked and her belly pumped. More juice gushed from her open cunt gash. Her hands were sliding around in the deluge. Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she swayed in the stirrups, frigging her cunt at the trot. She felt as if her whole body was melting. She finger-fucked steadily up into her fuck-hole and massaged her clit with the other hand, then switched. Her ass churned and bucked. She pulled her clit out from her pussy slot and strummed the vibrant bud, shuddering and gasping. The delicious fragrance of her overheated pussy filled the stallion's nostrils, causing him to snort and spray horsy slobber from his soft lips.
Almost at the crest, Debby slid along the seat of the saddle and her cunt rubbed against the pommel. She squirmed against it, aware again of how cock-shaped it was.
Should she?
Debby was far too hot to hesitate for more than a moment. She rose in the stirrups and grasped a handful of Trigger's flowing mane for support. Her cunt shifted up over the horn of the saddle, then slowly settled down. Whimpering, Debby stuffed her fuck-hole full of that leather horn. She wriggled about on that cuntful, holding it buried. Then her thighs began to tense and ripple and she started to rise and fall in the stirrups, fucking herself silly on the saddle horn.
The stallion's neck arched and twisted as her hand clung to his mane and she danced over him in a bizarre canter. She frigged her clit with the other hand as she rose up and dropped back down on the pommel. Her cunt cream was flowing right down over the stallion's sinewy neck now and he twisted around, trying to bend his head far enough to lap the steaming stuff up.
The thrill built to the peak in Debby's nubile loins. The core of her cunt was melting and her clit was going off like a Gatling gun as wave after wave rushed through her, coming faster and higher as they merged into one dynamic crest. She was fucking herself on the saddle horn so frantically that the leather rod hissed into her pussy and a mist of cunt juice hung over her groin.
The girl was shaking violently, her whole ripe little body vibrating. She clung to the crest in ecstasy. Then she was crashing down in a dizzy spiral. She jammed the saddle horn all the way up into her cunt hole and squirmed on the full penetration as the last waves whipped through her, and her pussy drained cunt cream down the stallion's brawny neck. She continued to rub her clit, working off the last sweet sparks. Then she slumped over the stallion's neck, like a cowboy napping in the saddle as he rode herd. She was panting heavily-and so was the horse.
Debby smiled blissfully, thrilled by how naughty she had been and how wonderful it had felt. Trigger was prancing and pawing under her, and she was afraid that she might fall off. Her legs had turned to water as all of her vitality drained from her cunt. Tits bobbling as she panted, she clung to the palomino's mane. She smiled when she saw that the brute's arched neck was slathered with her pearly cunt cum, all blended into his own horsy lather.
Trigger bucked like a bronco in his frenzy.
Debby clamped her legs tightly around him to keep from being thrown off. Her feet slid under his belly as her knees hooked over his flanks-and her heels touched his hard-on.
Holy shit, Debby thought.
Only then did she realize what she had done to the stallion . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Debby ran her heels up the rock-hard rod of the stallion's cockshaft, feeling it throb, amazed at how long and thick it was. Trigger bucked again, violently, as her feet caressed his prick. Awkwardly, because she was hobbled around the thighs by her shorts, Debby pulled her pussy off the pommel. That leather horn was drenched with her cunt cum, and more frothy juice poured from her emptied pussy gash.
Afraid she would be thrown as the stallion leaped and pranced about so wildly-and because, although she didn't admit it to herself, she wanted to get a look at that gigantic hard-on that she had inspired, Debby slid her feet from the stirrups and dismounted.
Staggering slightly, her shorts and soaking panties down around her knees, the blonde teenager stepped back and stared in awe and wonderment at the stallion's formidable cock. Her eyes felt glued to the impressive sight. His prick looked big as a battering ram. It looked as long as her whole torso, she thought. The dark meat of his naked cock-knob stood out in a massive wedge from the skinned-back sheath and frothy drops of pre-cum ran over that slick slab, thick and sluggish as quicksilver. At the base of his cock-rod, his balls were enormous. The girl thought those huge balls must hold a gallon of horse-cum.
The stallion had stopped bucking when the girl dismounted. Standing stiff-legged over his jutting cock, he turned his head, neck arching, to stare at Debby.
She blushed, ashamed of herself for showing such fascination with his cock. But he was only a horse, she reasoned. He wouldn't have any idea what she was thinking.
But he was Belinda's horse-and Trigger knew damned well what the girl was interested in. He nickered softly, then snorted. His prick gave a lurch. There seemed to be a knowing look in his eyes and Debby blushed, embarrassed again at having gotten the beast so worked up, knowing that it must have been the fragrance of her creaming cunt that had caused that marvel looming from his loins.
Unable to tear her gaze from his prick, she stood there, trembling. Why was her pussy getting hot again? She had just had a lovely coming-yet her cunt felt as horny as before.
Surely she wasn't getting turned on by looking at the stallion's giant prick-what a depraved idea! Debby told herself that she was not that sort of girl. But she continued to gaze at his cock as her pussy simmered and bubbled and began to steam again.
She felt sorry for the horse, as well, and felt guilty for having given him the frustration of a hard-on with no way to empty those swollen balls. The poor brute couldn't jack off, having hooves instead of hands, and there wasn't an agreeable mare in sight.
Then another very troubling thought hit her.
With his balls so full, how long would it take for his hard-on to subside? Christ, maybe it wouldn't! What if his cock stayed huge and stiff? What if she had to ride the damned brute back to her brother's house with his stiff cock jutting under him? Yet what on earth could she do about it?
Well-there was one thing.
Oh, no-I couldn't-I mustn't, she told herself.
Yet the very idea thrilled her, causing her to tremble violently. Without realizing that her fevered mind had given the command, she took a step closer to the rampant beast. She could see the thick veins writhing along his huge cockshaft. She sniffed, scenting the musky aroma of his arousal, just as he had scented hers.
I can't-it would be too, too wicked, she thought. But her hands began to itch and tingle for a touch of that hot horse-cock and her head spun with dizzy desire. On the other hand, I can't ride him back in that condition, can I? she reasoned. It isn't as if I want to jerk him off or anything like that. It would just be the quickest way to get his prick softened before take him back.
The more the girl thought about it, the more logical the solution seemed to her. If she had to ride home on a stallion with such an obvious hard-on, it would be embarrassing, at the very least-and it might even be incriminating, making her brother suspicious as to what had caused the brute's hard-on.
But she just couldn't bring herself to admit that she was fascinated by the animal's prick and was yearning to run her hands all over it, longing to bring him to the crest and see his hot, thick horse-jizz spurt out.
I'll wait a few minutes and see if the thing gets soft by itself, she decided, still deceiving her conscience, pretending that she was reluctant to jack the stallion off and would only do it if there were no alternative. But in the back of her mind she realized that there was no way that mighty prick was going to go down until it was drained-especially not when she was standing right there beside the randy palomino, with her shorts down around her knees and her blouse open and the exciting fragrance streaming from her cunt.
Trigger's haunches rippled, then humped, stabbing his enormous cock out like a rocket with a throbbing warhead. More pre-spunk squeezed from his piss hole and foamed down the slick slab. He humped again and his balls swung out like the clappers of a meaty bell, so full that Debby fancied that she could hear the jism slosh inside them.
Gee-can he get off that way? she wondered. Can the big fucker come just dry-humping like that?
It would have solved her dilemma, certainly-but not in the way that she really wanted it solved, whether she would admit it or not. She stared at his cock-knob, watching the seepage flow, intrigued, eager to see him shoot but wanting to touch him, too.
She touched herself, instead.
She fondled her tits with one hand and dipped the other into her groin, rubbing her pussy and spreading the cunt lips open so that her aroma wafted out even more pungently. Her ass ground and she bent at the knees, riding up and down on her hand. Pussy cream pooled in her palm and dripped from the edges, running down her thighs.
Trigger bellowed and whipped his prick out violently, crazed by the aroma of hot pussy. He knew what that strong fragrance signified, both by instinct and because Belinda was scented similarly. But the poor dumb brute couldn't comprehend why the girl, who was obviously in heat, was ignoring him.
His handsome head swung around and he shot his long, wet tongue out, lapping at Debby's tits. Her nipples exploded and she shuddered. His lapper ran up between her tits, pouring like a thick fluid through her deep cleavage and drooling slobber in its wake.
Debby stroked his arched neck, feeling the thick veins pounding there. She stroked his muzzle. She was dizzy with desire now, all of her inhibitions melting in the fiery heat of her lust. She was stroking the brute already-what difference did it make where she stroked him?
Moving as if in a dream, feeling compelled, Debby sank slowly to her knees beside the beast. His head dipped down as he continued to tongue her tits, which were now on a level with his prick. Debby reached out tentatively, intimidated by that monster prick. Her fingertips touched his slick cock-knob, then drew back quickly, as if she had touched a hot stove. The sex-crazed teenager stared at her hand as if she expected to see some visible sign of that fleeting touch, some physical change signifying her depravity. But the only sign on her fingertips was a slimy streak of horse-spunk.
She touched him again, and this time her hand lingered. Trigger snorted and jerked his head up hard, as if someone had just yanked back on the reins-as she felt that phallic, unbridled rein.
His cockhead was rock hard, yet smooth, like a lump of lead sheathed in firm rubber and coated with grease. Trigger shoved his cock out against her hand, and Debby fondled his cock-knob all over, rubbing the underside and fingering his drippng piss hole. The musky aroma of his overheated cockmeat filled her nostrils, exciting her further. She knew it was naughty to feel up an animal, yet the act was all the more thrilling simply because it was so naughty.
She began to caress his cock-knob with both hands, holding the massive slab between her palms. She curled dnto her flank in the grass, so that she could bring her face around in front of his cockhead and see the jism drool from the parted cleft, all milky as it streamed down the dark cockmeat. The sight was making her tongue tingle. A horse-prick slathered with spunk was a mouth-watering sight.
But Debby resisted that awful urge.
A hand-job was one thing but she would never, ever do a really wicked thing like licking an animal's cock-or so she thought.
She arched her slender back and thrust her tits out. Trigger humped, shoving his cock-knob against her plump tit mounds. Horse-cum flowed into her deep cleavage and Debby whimpered as she felt that steaming slime coating her tit meat. The stuff felt as hot and as thick as melted lead. She pushed a stiff nipple into her piss hole, squirming against him, then switched over and shoved the other tit tip into that wet cleft. She cupped her heavy tits and closed her cleavage around his cockhead. The horse jerked his cock muscles and his prick-knob snapped up and nudged the girl gently under the chin.
Debby felt as desperate to milk the stallion off now as the brute was to be milked. Her hands slid back from his cockhead and cupped him around the cockstalk. She could barely span that great breadth of cock-rod in her double-handed grip. His dark cockhead was gleaming like a slab of heated obsidian. The pre-cum that was oozing from his pisshole seemed to be melting from him. The slime steamed on his cockmeat.
She pulled her hands back to his cock-knob and worked that lust lather into his throbbing slab with her fingers and thumbs, rubbing the pricktip against her tits again. Then she slid her hands back onto his cockshaft again and began a steady frigging motion that would bring the beast off.
As she pulled, his leathery prick sheath rolled up over the ledge behind his cockhead and as she pushed back on his stalk that enormous cock-knob flared out, naked and vibrant.
Trigger whinnied and his haunches heaved as he began to fuck through her hands. His cockhead nudged her tits as he plunged out. Debby slid her grip all the way back to his balls, feeling his prick ripple and pulse and the thick vein that seamed the underside pound violently. Her hands were slippery from his seepage and her palms stroked fluidly over the lubricated cockmeat.
Debby was in rapture, adoring that thundering handful, scarcely able to believe she was jacking off a horse.
The stallion bucked and snorted, his nostrils flaring and his eyes wild and white. His lips curled back, slobbering, exposing his square white teeth. His prick was expanding more with every stroke of her caressing hands, his cockhead swelling larger each time it nudged against her heaving tits and slid up under her chin, tilting her blonde head back.
"Shoot," she whispered. "Shoot your jizz!"
Her hand frigged faster and Trigger slammed his colossal fucker out wildly, prancing and stamping as he humped. The beast tossed his head from side to side, then threw it upwards, bellowing frantically as he came to the surging crest.
Debby pushed back on his cockshaft and wailed with joy as she felt his fuck-juice come rushing up that thick cock-rod. His prick was so long that it took nearly a second for his cum to pour up the length of his cockstalk and hose from his piss hole.
His first spurt of cum splashed onto Debby's up-thrust tits in a creamy tide, whitewashing her tit mounds and flooding down her cleavage. The girl wailed again, filled with lust and lathered with horse-cum, feeling as if her tits were being bathed in hot, scented oil.
Trigger jerked his cock back through her slippery hands and his second spurt squirted out on the recoil. The foaming jism jet splattered in the hollow of her throat. Cum streamed down onto her tits as the stallion slammed his cock out and shot again. His cock-knob jerked upwards and his jizz skimmed across Debby's cheek, just missing her lips. The potent beast kept pumping his fuck-juice out in torrents, drenching her face and matting her blonde hair.
Debby turned her radiant face from side to side and the cum-heavy strands of her long hair whipped about her head and shoulders. Trigger was shooting so fast that each individual spurt was blending into the previous one-and it seemed as if his spunk was pouring from him in one extended, slimy rope, a creamy cable connecting his balls to her tits. He shot over her shoulder, then onto her belly. Horse-cum poured down into her golden pussy thicket and a gooey ribbon of the stuff seeped down and soaked into her wet cunt gash.
His balls drained and diminished slowly, the last of his precious jism coming out in a mere trickle. Debby kept pumping his prick and rubbed his dribbling cock-knob against her tits, working the last of his cum into her tit flesh.
When the girl was certain that she had milked out every drop from his cock and balls, she gave him a last stroke and then slid away, sitting on her ass and staring at his cock in wonderment. That mighty fucker was beginning to soften and shrink. His balls were drained to the dregs and his long cockshaft started to droop. The dark meat of his cockhead bowed down, dripping cum onto the ground. His prick still stood out in a meaty parabola from his loins, but it was starting to slowly retract. Debby watched his naked prick slide back into the leathery cock sheath.
She tilted her head down and stared at her cum-soaked body. Horse-cum was slathered all over her tits, streaming down her cleavage and dripping from her stiff nipples. As her chin tipped down onto her breastbone, it slipped in a film of slick jism. Her belly button was full of the stuff and her bushy cuntal triangle was matted. It seemed as if the potent stallion must have hosed her down with a bucketful of cum, and the stuff was so thick and heavy that it was weighing her down, as if she were coated with base metal.
"Holly fucking hell," she murmured, in awe.
She slid her hand down over her pussy mound and rubbed some of the gooey spunk into her open cunt. Debby was smoldering and her juices were flowing heavily. She started to finger-fuck again, then hesitated. The horse was watching her with interest, his nostrils twitching. If she played with her pussy and creamed, it seemed-likely that the stallion would get another hard-on and it would turn into a never-ending project.
As lovely as it had been to jerk the animal off, Debby didn't want to spend the whole day alternating between finger-fucking herself and then milking the stallion's newly inspired balls, as girl and horse took turns getting turned on and creaming.
Debby gave her pussy a last rub, then drew her hand away, deciding that she would wait until she was home and then give herself a long and leisurely hand-job in the bed or the bath.
She took her handkerchief out of her hip pocket and wiped the jism from her cheek and, as best she could, from her matted tresses. She was about to start mopping up her belly and tits, then she paused, grinning impishly. It would be real exciting to leave that film of horse-spunk all over her torso as she rode home-to have the slimy stuff still on her body when she finger-fucked herself.
She saw that the stallion's cockhead was still dripping, although only the pointed tip was still showing from the cock sheath. She leaned out and used her sodden handkerchief to wipe his gooey prickmeat. That fat slab quivered as she mopped it, and Debby gave a little whimper.
The naughty girl was thinking that she could just as easily polish his cock-knob with her tongue as her hanky! The thought made her drool and her tongue slid across her lips. A last streak of spunk still smeared his dark cockhead and Debby struggled with the urge to lap it up and discover what horse-cum tasted like. But she didn't even know what boy-cum tasted like, innocent teenager that she was. She used all her willpower to keep from losing her oral cherry to the animal.
She mopped up the last streak with her hanky, then cleaned up the ribbons of cum that had clung to his cock sheath. She wiped up a few pearly drops from his balls and leaned back, gazing at his cock and balls to make sure that no creamy evidence of her depravity remained.
She threw the soaking handkerchief away and began to button her blouse. Then, on a sudden and uncontrollable impulse, she scooped up a handful of horse-cum from her tits and brought it to her lips. Her tongue slid out and she tasted that congealing cum.
Debby moaned. It was fucking scrumptious!
She flattened her tongue and lapped some more from her drenched palm, letting the quick-silvery globs roll around on her taste buds, then tilting her head back and gulping it down. It warmed her belly like a fine cognac. She dipped her hand into her cunt slit and slowly drew it up her belly, gathering up more jism. She licked it up again, finding the flavor subtly different because now some of her own cunt cream was blended with it-and that pussy nectar was delicious, too.
If cum was so succulent, she could just imagine what it would taste like if a girl swallowed a load of the stuff straight out of a creaming horse-prick!
She gazed wistfully at the palomino's cock.
But then she shook her head, denying the dark and depraved impulse. The girl was not quite ready for that-yet.
With a sigh, the taste of horse-cum lingering on her tongue, Debby finished buttoning up her blouse. Dark, damp patches spread out where her drenched tit tips pushed against the fabric. She stood up and drew her soaking panties and shorts up her thighs, squirming into the tight-fitting garments. She looked down to make sure that no horse-spunk could be seen. A dribble had slid from the leg hole of her shorts and she scooped it up with her finger and sucked it into her mouth, whetting her appetite further. A hint of her own cunt juice tingled on her tongue.
Debby's nubile body was glowing. She felt all oiled an slippery as her body heat kept the horse-spunk fluid and melted on her belly and tits.
She gave the stallion's shrunken cock a last loving squeeze, then swung lithely into the saddle. Her crotch slipped and she almost fell off the other side. She grabbed the pommel to catch her balance and her hand slipped there, as well, and the girl swayed perilously for a moment before she steadied herself by grasp a handful of the palomino's flowing mane.
Debby giggled, remembering that the seat of the saddle was slathered with her cunt juice and that the saddle horn was drenched with her slippery girl-cum. She supposed it would be wise to mop that creamy evidence up. But she had already thrown her soiled hanky away, and she guessed that it didn't matter. If anyone noticed how sticky the saddle was, they would certainly assume it was only sweat and horsy lather.
It looked like it.
It didn't taste like it, of course-but how could the girl know that someone would be licking that saddle?
* * *
Belinda was licking her lips, as a sort of limbering-up exercise, as she watched Debby ride back across the field.
"Here she comes, darling," she said.
Tom moved up to stand beside his wife and, together, they watched the nubile girl approach, tits bobbling saucily, her face radiant with-they assumed-the pleasure and exertion of a brisk canter. Tom put his arm around Belinda's slender waist and felt her tremble, although he was mistaken as to the cause of that trembling.
"I'll tend to Trigger-and leave you two alone for a while," Belinda said, with a searching glance at Tom's face. Her dark eyes flashed. Tom knew she was horny as hell-and figured it was because she was imagining him and his kid sister in an incestuous encounter. He gave her a lustful grin. Tom wasn't sure just what he was going to do, or if anything was going to happen, but the very prospect was making his cock swell.
He figured he was lucky to have such a free-thinking wife.
But he had no idea just how wanton Belinda was.
The dumb animals knew more about Tom's wife than he did . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Belinda was waiting outside the stables when Debby came riding up. They smiled at each other and Debby dismounted. She knew that her blouse and shorts were drenched, but that didn't disturb her. It would naturally be mistaken for sweat.
"Have a nice ride, Debby?" her sister-in-law asked.
"Oh, it was great," Debby replied. Trigger nickered softly, as if to verify the fact.
"You're soaking wet," Belinda said.
Debby realized that the woman was staring at her tits, where the soaking tips were standing out boldly against her blouse in twin peaks. Debby blushed faintly, averting her gaze. She didn't think Belinda had any suspicions, but she felt guilty, anyhow.
"I'll take care of Trigger, honey. Why don't you go in and have a shower?" Belinda suggested, still looking at Debby's plump tits and thinking: Yes, I'll definitely take care of Trigger.
Debby handed Belinda the reins and headed for the house. Belinda watched her trim little ass swing provocatively from side to side. Debby's sexy walk belied her innocence. Belinda was wondering if Tom would have any incestuous success. She hoped so, both for his sake and for her own future prospects. But that was not her immediate concern.
She led the palomino into the stables, stroking his neck. He nuzzled her cheek, blowing softly. Bending down to uncinch the saddle, Belinda noticed that the stallion's cock wasn't at all excited. She had expected the horny horse to have at least a partial hard-on after being ridden by the nubile teenager and she was mildly surprised-not guessing, yet, that Trigger's hard-on had been and come and gone.
She drew the heavy saddle from his back and rested it against the wall shelf. The seat was soaking. Belinda lowered her radiant face over it and sniffed, inhaling the fragrance of Debby's crotch. Her tongue slid out and she lapped at the slick leather. She blinked in surprise. She had expected-and been looking forward to-licking the girl's sweat and pussy seepage from the saddle, but she hadn't expected to find it so creamy.
She took another lap.
Christ! It tasted as if the girl had creamed in that seat! That idea drove Belinda wild and she tongued merrily away, savoring the slippery snack. It was obviously more than sweat and lather she was licking up. Belinda's experienced taste buds detected the distinctive flavor of cunt juice. She slurped it all up, replacing it with her slobber.
Belinda envied that inanimate saddle, wishing it had been her face on which Debby's cunt had overflowed.
Then she noticed that the saddle horn was wet, too.
She sniffed at it, then licked it. Her dark eyes widened. She slipped the wet pommel into her lips and sucked. The congealed, milky residue liquefied again in the heat of her mouth and Belinda gasped as she recognized the succulence of ghi-cum.
Debby had fucked herself on the saddle horn!
The idea thrilled Belinda. Her cunt began to steam and, as her fragrance filled the stable, Trigger began to blow and snort with excitement.
Belinda's raven dark head bobbed up and down as she fed more of the creamy saddle horn into her maw, greedily sucking up the secondhand cunt cream from the slick leather, more eager than ever to get her mouth clamped onto Debby's juicy pussy.
She slurped up every sweet drop from the leather horn, then turned to look at the stallion. Trigger's nostrils were flaring wide and his huge cock was starting to stiffen and swell, just the way that Belinda liked it to be. She hesitated for a moment, pondering a happy choice-whether to fuck the brute or to suck him off. She adored both and sometimes found it hard to make up her mind, but at the moment her mouth was so hot from having sucked up Debby's cum juice from the saddle that she decided a blow-job was in order, her mouth and belly taking precedence over her pussy for the stallion's creamy cum-load.
Watching his balls swell and his prick elongate, Belinda stripped her clothing off. She knew from experience that Trigger blew the spunk out abundantly and she didn't want to get her clothing soiled.
Trigger watched her as she looked at him. Perhaps, in his dumb horsy fashion, he was wondering which treat was in store for him today. It made no difference to him. He had never quite understood what a blow-job was, nor why a woman would want to use her mouth for a cunt, but just because it was a mystery didn't make it less of a joy.
His cock stood out now, stiff as a post, the bloated wedge of his prick-knob looming from the skinned-back sheath. Belinda, naked, moved over to the quivering brute and knelt at his flank. She just gazed at his prick for a while, anticipating that succulent mouthful, hungry for the cum she would greedily draw through that long cock-rod, milking it from his balls into her own voracious belly. But she was in hurry for that treat, enjoying the expectation and knowing that since Tom would be occupied-successfully, she hoped-she would have plenty of time to linger over the delicious delight of stallion sucking.
Belinda was so hot she felt as if her tongue was sizzling. She reached under the stallion, both palms upright, as if he were a cow that she was about to milk. But that stallion was no cow, and the fluids she was going to milk out of him were a lot creamier than any that had ever been pulled from an udder.
She held his bloated balls in one open hand, lifting, feeling the weight of his cum-load. Trigger's balls didn't feel quite as loaded as they usually were today, but that didn't disappoint her. He always spurted out too much cum for her to swallow it all, anyhow-and the possibility that Debby might have already drained him thrilled her.
Her other hand, palm upwards, rubbed up and down the underside of his long, heavily veined cockstalk. Trigger bellowed and began to hump, stabbing his cock along her hand. As she fondled that mighty fuck-tool, Belinda's eyes were glued to it, staring hungrily and avidly and rapturously at the musky, succulent slab of his cockhead. She had never managed to get much more than just that enormous prick-knob into her mouth, although she had tried her best. His prick was simply too huge to deep-throat. But the cockhead was the tastiest part, anyhow, and the most important part-the part that spilled out the jizz.
Belinda stroked and fondled him from the side for a while, getting his prick hard as a rock. But then she paused, taking no chances that she might bring him off prematurely, by hand.
She twisted lithely under the beast, sitting on her ass so that his cockhead loomed up right in front of her lust-twisted face. His prick-knob pushed towards her, receded, pushed out again. Her mouth was open, tongue sliding across her lips. She folded her hands around his cockshaft and pushed back towards his balls, skinning his great cockslab out in a bloated wedge. A milky trickle of pre-spunk welled up in his open piss hole and Belinda gave a little moan as she saw the frothy stuff glistening in the slot.
As she prepared to suck the stallion, it occurred to her that she had forgotten or neglected to give the Airedale the blow-job that she owed him. She felt a momentary guilt at such thoughtlessness and vowed to milk the dog's balls off as soon as she got the chance, giving him a super suck to make up for the delay.
In fact, the unblown Airedale was going to get that blow-job sooner than Belinda realized. But of course she knew nothing about that-nor, actually, did the girl who was going to blow him.
Belinda dismissed the dog from her fevered mind and concentrated on the horse-cock again, licking her lips like a glutton gazing at a banquet. Thick white jism was running down his dark and meaty cockhead, a creamy sauce on the smoking hot slab. A thick, frothy nugget of spunk hung from the cocktip, ready to drop off. Belinda pushed her tongue out, not touching his cockmeat but holding it curled just under the tip of his throbbing crown.
She frigged back on his prickstalk and the heavy drop fell from the tip and splashed onto her tongue. She let it slide around on her lapper for a moment, savoring the succulent morsel. Then she let the slimy treat slip down her gullet, swallowing it blissfully. She sighed with pleasure, loving the taste and the texture, adoring the tangy fragrance and, most of all, thrilled by the depravity of what she was doing-the dark realization that she was drinking animal-jism. That glob played the appetizer, making her yearn for the rest of his steaming cum-load.
Bending forwards, Belinda began to lave the slimy tip of the horse's cock, licking up the seepage and savoring the cockmeat. Her tongue curled and flattened as she slid it all over his cock crown and pushed it up into his piss hole.
She gurgled with delight. Trigger shoved his prick-knob against her lips and she kissed the slippery tip, then opened her mouth wide and slurped on the tip, pulling more spunk from his piss hole. Her skillful tongue was making the stallion tremble all through his powerful body, his muscles and sinews jumping and leaping. She coated his cock-knob with saliva, then sucked that slobber back off his prickmeat, blended with the flow of his jism.
The more she tongued his cock, the hungrier she got. Little jets of preliminary fuck-juice spurted onto her parted lips and trickled down both sides of her chin. She purred like a contented cat at a cream bowl, her voluptuous body swaying from side to side, like a cobra hypnotized by a fakir's flute. Dark hair tumbling, she tipped her face from one angle to the other as she laved all of his fat prick. His cockhead loomed out, nudging her and tilting her head back as her tongue slid under it.
Belinda, ravenous for a mouthful now that she had lapped it thoroughly as a first course, parted her lips. They peeled open around the slippery tip of the stallion's dark cockhead, stretching to accommodate the massive bulk of his cock-knob. The greedy woman began to gorge herself on cockmeat, sucking that enormous dripping slab slowly into her mouth so that she could nurse on it as well as lick it.
As Trigger humped, her head jerked back, but now he was feeding his prickhead into her. His cock-knob fucked into her maw, followed by an inch of thick cockshaft-which was as much as her greedy mouth could hold.
She pumped back on his prick and that massive mouthful flared, stuffing both of her cheeks at the same time and stretching her lips into a wide oval. The stallion's thick cock was plugged into her head like a round peg into a socket, causing her to sputter and gurgle and gag, yet filling her with joy as well as cockmeat.
Trigger shoveled it to her again, his slick cock-knob plunging to the back of her mouth and another inch of cock-rod passing through the wide O of her lips. The brute pulled his cock back until the ledge of his huge cock-knob slid into her lips, then jolted in again, tossing her head about on his prick as if goring her on a horn.
The stallion's sweet cock was too large for the woman, enthusiastic as she was. She would have loved to bob her head up and down and slide her pursed lips along his thundering cockstalk, towards his balls, but there simply wasn't room in her head for more than his knob and a couple of inches of stalk. Even that was threatening to choke her.
Unable to engulf more than she had, she had to content herself with sucking hungrily and lovingly on his cockhead as the horse pumped in and out and jammed her dark head back and forth. His dark, slick cock-knob slid through her lips, that mighty slab of meat, by itself, damned near as big as the average man's cock. It more than satisfied the cock-crazed beauty. Lucky animal lover that she was, Belinda always had the Airedale's lesser prick when she felt like swallowing a cock all the way down to the balls and, as well, she was possessed of a cunt hole that was a lot deeper than her mouth.
Belinda's pliable pussy was capable of holding more than half of the stallion's dynamic prick.
Trigger stuffed her maw again, fucking his cockhead through the oval of her lips, his bloated balls so inflated and firm that they seemed to be rolling under his cock-rod, instead of swinging.
"Unghhh," Belinda gagged as the dripping tip of the brute's plunging prick fucked into her throat.
But she held it there, lips pulling, nursing on the welcome mouthful as it flared and throbbed. Then she purred as the beast drew back, and she sucked on every precious portion of his cock-knob as it pulled through her lips.
Belinda had gone suck crazy by this time, driven wild by the taste and the texture and the fragrance of that hot and musky mouthful. Her nimble tongue flashed back and forth, bathing the underside of his meaty prick and licking greedily at the pre-cum that was seeping from the tip and lathering her sensitive taste buds. His cockhead rode over that darting tongue like a locomotive rumbling over a velvet suspension bridge and plunging into a flooded tunnel.
His cock clogged her throat and squirted a few thick drops of horse-spunk right down her gullet. Belinda couldn't taste those drops, since they had shot straight down her throat, but she felt them trickle down into her belly, each precious drop separate and distinct, as if she had been swallowing a string of beads. Then he pulled back and a few more slimy drops spread onto her flailing tongue, giving her a taste treat.
"Oooooh!" moaned the cum-hungry stallion sucker, adoring to drink horse-spunk and longing for the magic moment when his balls burst and all of his steaming hot cum-load came bubbling out into her worshiping mouth en route to her belly.
She pushed her cupped hands back almost to his balls, gripping his cockshaft near the hilt as she mouthed the drooling tip, licking and sucking and kissing. She blew her breath into his wet piss hole, then sucked again, as if trying to inhale that cherished cockmeat right down into her panting lungs. Her nostrils flared, sniffing his heated scent, the tangy aroma of cum spicing the musk of his cockmeat.
Belinda was transported to radiant bliss with her mouth full of horse-prick. The stallion was pumping a lot of pre-cum into her, not coming yet but already dosing her with as much fuck-juice as most men fed her when they unloaded every drop from their balls. Little jism jets hit her cheeks and skimmed over her arched tongue, sloshed through her teeth and slid back into her gullet. Her tongue was floating in a swampy tide, her mouth turned into a morass by the brute's spillage. And that oral morass was sucking his cockmeat down like quicksand.
A milky white ribbon of cock goo slid from her pursed lips and trickled down his dark slab. She slurped it back into her mouth greedily. Another slimy glob overflowed and ran down her chin. It hung suspended for a second, then dropped off and splashed onto one of her tits, running down into her cleavage.
Belinda was truly starving for the stallion's cum-load now, the effective appetizer of his seepage making her ravenous. She loved nursing on his cockmeat but now she yearned for his cum cream. The beast was trembling and his prick was swelling even larger in her maw. She knew that he was going to empty his balls very soon, and the knowledge thrilled her nearly as much as the physical sensations.
A stallion was about to cum in her fucking mouth!
No matter how often the animal-loving beauty milked the beast off and drank his jism, the depraved idea still drove her crazy with dark desire, and she was lusting to be defiled by his deluge, corrupted by his cock cream. She began to pump his cockshaft up and down faster, between her hands, adding manual stimulation to the steady sucking of her mouth and the tantalizing caress of her flashing, slurping tongue.
Trigger was fucking her mouth in response, his rising crest driving him to a frenzy. He snorted, spraying slobber from his fluttering lips. His mighty hindquarters bunched with powerful muscle and drove his cock into her willing mouth violently, jarring her and shaking her all through her lush body. His flowing tail swished and his rock-hard cock slammed into her mouth.
His prick was so hard and relentless that it seemed to have transformed itself into a mighty machine, fueled by pure bestial lust.
Belinda felt like a machine, herself, a device of suction and pumps ready to fill its fuel tanks from the stallion's huge hose like an airplane refueling in flight, to fill the carnal crankcase of her belly with the brute's lubricating oil.
"Cu-umphfff," Belinda gulped, trying to say, cum, but his cock filled her mouth and the words came out muffled.
The horse seemed to understand, anyhow, and plunged in urgently.
She pulled her lips up to the frothy tip of his cockhead and, speaking as if into a meaty microphone, lips moving against his pisshole, she panted: "Pump your jizz into my mouth, Trigger-hose my fucking throat-fuck my head and-" Her degenerate words broke off with a gulp as he fed the cock to her again.
Trigger began to vibrate spasmodically.
Belinda, stuck fast on the end of that vibrating cock-rod, began to tremble with him, the pulsing thrill passing from the stallion's throbbing cockhead into her mouth and rushing down into her seething loins. His prick plugged her oral socket again, relentlessly, a surging piston filling the soft chamber of her maw.
The stallion's mighty cum-load burst forth violently. The beast bellowed, fucking his cockhead into her mouth frantically as his fuck-juice came pouring up his cockshaft.
Belinda gulped as she felt his enormous cockstalk swelling between her hands, expanding as that creamy torrent sped up the tube. She frigged back, skinning his cock-knob as she sucked voraciously on it, then gasped as her mouth filled with horse-cum. Her head tilted back as the first squirt hosed her throat. She gulped it down voraciously and shoved her head down again, engulfing his cockhead as he spurted jism again.
She gulped and gurgled, swallowing his jizz avidly, but his cum-load was so abundant that even Belinda, greedy cum swallower that she was, could not wolf it all down. The frothy cum overflowed her pursed lips and washed down both sides of her trembling chin. Her jaw levered out and her tongue bathed the underside of his flaring prick-knob as he pumped more cum into her gullet, then flooded her tongue. Loving his sweet cum cream, Belinda sucked and swallowed in a cock-sucker's rapture.
Her mouth was working like a suction pump, pulling the jism out from his piss hole and gulping it down like a crazed gourmet, relishing and savoring every drop. Her mouth filled up, emptied as she gulped, then filled up again. Her tongue was floating in horse-cum and the stuff was pouring down her throat like a waterfall, cascading into her hungry belly.
Trigger's flanks heaved as he panted and pumped. The big beast snorted and neighed, tossing his head about as his balls began to diminish and his cum stopped spurting. The last of his jism came out in a trickle onto her frenzied tongue. His haunches faltered, slowly pumping his prick to her still, but erratically now. His prick-knob was softening as it wedged into her cheek, hit the roof of her mouth, then dipped into her throat again. As his great cock softened, Belinda was able to swallow more of his cockstalk and she greedily shoved her mouth down and took all that she could.
Twisting her head, she wound the tight collar of her lips around on his slippery cockshaft, wringing his cockmeat voraciously and coaxing another slimy trickle of cum from his piss hole. Her belly was so full of horse-spunk that it was sloshing, yet the insatiable cum drinker wanted still more.
Trigger stopped humping and stood still, his hooves widespread, his legs braced and stiff, his head hanging down. He blew softly, lips fluttering, slobber flying from his muzzle.
Belinda kept on sucking and licking, making absolutely sure that she had worked off every spasm of the beast's coming and sucked out every drop of his succulent cock cream. Her tongue slid all around his slick prick as her lips nursed him, suckling on that enormous cockhead as if she were drawing nourishment from a tit. The jism that was oozing from his cock was thinner now, but still delicious, and Belinda milked out every last trace.
She continued to suck for a few moments, knowing there was no more cum to be had, but enjoying that mouthful of spent cockmeat as it slowly softened and diminished and his prick began to droop.
Whimpering, her lips all frothy, Belinda pulled her head away. His dark cock-knob slipped free and bobbed up and down like a divining rod. The fat slab was soft now, but still huge. His prick slapped her under the chin, then bounced down onto the slope of her tits. His prick was retracting back into his cock sheath and his balls had deflated, hanging loose and wrinkled now. All of the brute's sexual vitality was drained-and most of it was warming Belinda's belly.
The greedy woman used her lapper to slurp up the errant ribbons of spunk that had run down his prickshaft, then pushed back farther to lick at his balls, out of pure gratitude for the feast that they had provided for her so abundantly. If those balls had shown any sign of a renewed vigor, Belinda would have been more than pleased to suck the stallion off all over again, wanting even more jism in her gluttony.
But Trigger was finished now, following his second coming of the day-although Belinda was unaware of the first. The stallion turned away from her, losing interest now that his balls had been unloaded.
She smiled, amused, finding the animal's attitude much like that of a man, so easily altered by the emptying of his balls.
She knew damned well that as soon as another cum-load had built up in his balls, Trigger would be amorous again.
Maybe she would fuck the horse next time, she thought. But now she had other obligations to fulfill. She had a horny and frustrated Airedale that badly needed to cream, for one.
She got dressed, taking her time, not wanting to interrupt Tom and Debby just in case anything interesting was transpiring. She paused to give the saddle another sniff and a lick, hoping that soon Debby's crotch would be saddled on her face. Then, killing time, she sat down and titillated herself with erotic imaginings, wondering just what was going on between her husband and his sister.
CHAPTER SIX
Debby had greeted her brother casually, not noticing the cock-bulge in his pants, and gone directly to the bathroom. She closed the door, but didn't lock it. Why on earth should she?
Standing before the mirror, she peeled off her damp clothing, her fevered mind filled with all sorts of equine fantasies. Jerking the palomino off had been the naughtiest thing she had ever done and she assumed it was the naughtiest that she ever would do, but her fantasies ranged far beyond the limitations of a hand-job. She could still taste the lingering succulence of horse-cum on her tingling tongue.
What would it be like to actually suck a stallion off? she wondered, trembling. For that matter, what would a huge horse-cock feel like as it fucked up her cunt?
These were wild and wonderful speculations for a virgin teenager to entertain, causing her whole slimy body to tremble. She never expected to experience such things, but the very idea of it drove her wild. She gazed at her naked body in the mirror, in a sort of awe. She was still lathered with stallion-spunk, the thick stuff still fluid as it glistened on her overheated belly and tits.
She cupped her plump tits, shifting her thumbs across the taut tips as she lifted and deepened the cleavage. Her belly pumped in and out in a simulated fucking action. She turned to regard herself in profile, then turned again and looked over her shoulder to admire her heart-shaped ass. But there was no stallion-cum on her back, and she revolved again to face her reflection.
She ran her open palms up her torso, rubbing the horse-jism into her heated flesh. She glowed as if oiled or greased. She brought her hands to her lips and licked them, sighing wistfully, tasting her own sweat mingled with horse-cum. She had convinced herself that she hadn't been so very wicked to jerk the horse off. He had badly needed to come and, besides, she had the justification that she had to reduce his hard-on before she rode him home. It wasn't as if she had really had sex with the brute. And if he got horny again, the next time she rode him, the same problem would call for the same solution.
To soothe her outraged conscience, she told herself that she would do nothing to excite the stallion, next time-but if he did get a hard-on, she had to admit she was looking forward to pumping another frothy cum-load from his cock and balls.
Maybe she would open her mouth a bit wider as she knelt in front of his flaring cock-knob, she thought, still licking her hands. If he spurted his jism onto her tongue and lips it wouldn't be any more naughty than lapping it from her hands. It wasn't as if she was actually sucking his prick or anything truly degenerate. She would never do anything as depraved as that, she vowed-and her tongue lashed against her palms as if struggling in protest and rebellion against such a vow.
Debby dipped a finger into her steaming cunt slot and wriggled it around, then raised it to her face and licked it, watching herself in the mirror. She pushed her finger into her mouth and sucked.
Cunt juice is yummy, she thought. She was certainly not a dyke, herself-the very idea appalled her-but she could well understand why a girl inclined to such perversion would enjoy cunt-lapping.
She pushed her finger in and out of her fuck-hole, licking and sucking it between those probing and squirmings as she flicked at her clit. She was tempted to frig off in front of the mirror, but decided to do it under the warm spray of the shower. She hated to wash the stallion-cum from her body, but she couldn't very well leave it there indefinitely-and there was always the exciting prospect of hosing herself down with more horse-cum.
She adjusted the shower and stepped into it, facing the spray. She thrust her tits up and the beads of warm water bounced and slid on her oiled flesh. Horse-cum was almost insoluble, she discovered. The water wouldn't mix with it, and she would have to scrub it off.
She began to lather her belly and tits with soap, lathering herself to a froth. Then she dipped her soapy hand into her crotch and began to play with her pussy.
Her trim little ass jerked from side to side and her flat belly pumped as she fucked her cunt on her hand, slowly and luxuriously. She was facing the shower spray, her back to the door.
She gave a startled jump as that door opened.
"Hi, Sis," her brother said, entering the bathroom.
Debby blushed, not daring to look at him. Had he seen what she was doing? She felt mortified. Knowing it would look suspicious if she suddenly jerked her caressing hand out of her seething groin, she continued to rub herself, pretending that she was simply lathering her crotch with soapsuds. The soapy froth poured down her thighs, streaked with the creamier flow from her fuck-hole. Her nipples were standing out like bullets and her clit was standing every bit as swollen and stiff.
But with her back to him, she didn't guess that Tom could notice all the incriminating signs of her arousal. It would be suspicious, too, if she protested his presence in the bathroom. After all, he was her brother and there was no reason to be modest, she guessed.
"Want me to soap your back?" he asked casually.
"Errr-okay," she said, confused and embarrassed and feeling guilty about what she had been doing and about being naked to his gaze.
And yet it was him who had walked in. It wasn't her fault that she was flaunting her charms, she reasoned. And in a strange way-strange because Tom was her brother-it was thrilling to be naked before him and to feel his eyes burning into her flesh.
And those eyes were glued to her, fascinated by the sweep of her ass, the slenderness of her back, the trim contours of her thighs and calves and the gentle sweep of her hips. His gaze ran up her backbone, to her graceful neck. The nubile girl looked delicate and fragile, yet pneumatic and pliable at the same time-half woman and half child, and totally desirable.
Beads of sweat breaking out on his brow, tongue licking across his lips, Tom rolled up his shirt sleeves. He stepped up behind her and extended his hand past her hip, palm upright.
Debby gave him the bar of soap. She was trembling uncontrollably, hoping that he would not notice. She couldn't believe that he had any ulterior motives. His offer to soap her back had to be no more than a friendly brotherly gesture, and Debby felt ashamed of her own incestuous emotions.
What if I cream while he's soaping my back? she wondered. Will he know it? If I begin to shudder and pant, will Tom realize that my cunt is melting? And, if so, will he be shocked or scandalized or amused-or something more?
Still not daring to look back at him, she lowered her blonde head under the spray and waited, quivering and glowing, for the touch of his lathered hands.
Tom swallowed hard, his face contorted by desire. He began to lather his kid sister's shoulder blades, then down her rib cage. He was determined to maintain control, to make this initial contact no more than a hint of his true desire so that, if Debby protested, he could always claim his intentions were innocent, the contact accidental. Yet it was difficult to restrain himself with that sensual body naked under his hands, and with the girl standing there so submissively.
Reaching the base of her spine, Tom began to soap the firm cheeks of her ass. She shifted her hips but offered no protest. He lathered the valentine-shaped sweep of those ass globes, then dared to run the edge of his soapy hand up the crack between them. His fingers lingered for a moment at her ass-hole, and Debby whimpered.
Sinking to his knees, Tom began to lather up her shapely calves and onto her trim thighs, doing the outside first and then soaping up the smooth flesh of her inner legs. Water from the shower spray was bouncing from her and Tom was getting damp. He grated his teeth, eyes glazing, his face just behind her ass. He longed to kiss that sweet ass and to stab his tongue into her sensitive shit hole and struggled to resist the yearning, still determined to keep this first contact fairly casual-afraid that he might frighten her off if he moved too fast.
His sudsy hands moved up to the very tops of her thighs, where they joined her crotch. He soaped the creases at either side. Juice from her drooling cunt ran down her legs, streaking the soapsuds with a thicker and creamier froth. She was trembling and squirming, and Tom knew that his kid sister was as excited as he was by this stimulation. He was hoping she might take his hand and guide it to her cunt gash or turn around and present her tits to his caress. But Debby was far too shy for that. In her innocence, the girl still could not be certain that her brother's attentions were anything but honorable.
Both were more than willing-but neither dared to make the first overt move.
Rising to his feet again, Tom soaped up the crack of her ass and onto her backbone once more. His hands slid over her hips and up her flanks. He began working the lather into her plump tits on both sides. Debby leaned back against him, her legs turning weak. Tom's slippery fingers slid onto her stiff nipples and he groaned.
He could bear it no longer. Lust was consuming him and his cock was threatening to cream in his pants. Holding her hip in one hand to prevent the girl from moving, from turning and seeing what he was doing, Tom opened his fly and hauled his cock out. He rubbed the head of his prick against her ass, then dipped down and brushed it against her thighs.
He was holding the bar of soap and his prick in the same hand, hoping that Debby wouldn't realize what he was massaging her with. He rubbed soap onto his cockshaft, getting it all slippery. Then he gently fitted the fat cock-rod into the crack of her ass. His prick-knob was aimed upwards, not directed at her ass-hole. He had no intention of ass-fucking her, but simply wanted to get his rocks off against her flesh.
He began to slowly shove his prick up and down through the tight crack between her firm ass cheeks. Debby wriggled and squirmed and pushed her ass back against him. She wasn't sure what her brother was doing, but she knew that it felt wonderful. Still naive, she thought he was giving her some sort of soapy massage-that he was innocent and didn't realize how he was turning her on.
Tom's bloated cockhead came gliding out from the crack of her ass and ran on up her backbone a few inches. He dipped and his cock-knob vanished in her ass crevice, then emerged again. Cunt nectar flowed down into the suds on her inner thighs as she jerked her ass against him. The crack of her ass was already lathered with soapsuds and now the tip of Tom's cock began to drool. His thick pre-cum oozed out and poured down into the soapy lather. Ribbons of the gooey stuff ran on down into her overflowing pussy and, mixed with her juices, slid down her thighs.
Was that a bar of soap that Tom was running up and down through the crack of her ass?
Was it only the friction of that massaging that was making the soap so hard, the suds so hot? She wanted to reach behind her and feel, yet didn't dare. Nor did she want him to stop. If her brother was doing something naughty, she figured it was best to pretend she didn't notice-and enjoy it.
If Tom had dipped down and shoved his cock up Debby's sodden fuck-hole at the moment, the girl would still have pretended that she was unaware of what he was doing. He could have fucked her as she stood there in her feigned innocence-fucked her and walked away without either of them ever acknowledging they had committed incest. From the way the nubile teenager was squirming against him, Tom had a pretty good idea of that, as well. But he still feared moving too far too fast and ruining prospects for the future-and, besides, stroking his overheated cock up and down through the crack of her ass felt too good to stop.
Shifting his hips from side to side, he humped vigorously. His prick glided up that lubricated channel, the flaring purple cock-knob caressing her lower spine.
Debby leaned forward slightly from the waist, tilting her ass up, saucy tits bobbling. Her mind was dazed with desire, dizzy with dark depravity. She slid her hand down her belly. The heel of her palm rested on her bushy cunt mound and her fingers dipped into her groin, fingering her pussy gash and clit.
Debby was already seduced, more than willing for anything and everything, still naive and innocent-yet wanton in her wishes. But then Tom's raging desire lifted him to the crest, aborting the seduction in a premature eruption of his sibling jizz.
He grunted and shoved his cock up. A foaming tower of jism shot from his piss hole as his cockhead came squeezing from the crack of her ass. The cock spume skimmed up the girl's backbone all the way to the back of her neck. It came dripping back down her lathered spine, a creamy wash running through the white soapsuds.
Tom spurted again on the recoil, his fuck-juice jetting out as his cockhead drew level with Debby's ass-hole. Holding her firmly by the hips, he pushed his creaming prick up and down, and geyser after geyser of sibling spunk shot from his piss hole, drenching her slender back and flooding the crack of her ass with a steaming deluge.
Debby was almost fainting as she jerked her ass against him and felt that molten flow scald her back. She gurgled and gasped, shaking violently, cupping her cunt as it overflowed.
Slowly, Tom emptied his cum-load. The cum from the brother's balls slathered his sister's spine. He jammed in hard, bringing his balls up against her groin as the last jism jet rocketed from his throbbing purple cockhead.
Holding his cock-knob against her ass-hole then and drawing his own ass back so that his still prick was angled into her shit chute, Tom wrapped his hand around his prick and began to frig the slippery, lathered cockshaft vigorously up and down. He made no attempt to penetrate the cherry bud of her shit hole but simply pressed his cockhead against it as he pumped the final trickles of cum from his piss hole into her tiny brown slot. The steaming slime oozed into her puckered ass-hole and dribbled on down into her flooded groin as her own juices poured from her fuck-hole in a deluge of cherry girl-cum.
Tom held his spent prick against her for a moment, panting. Now that his lust had been spent, he feared the girl's reactions. But Debby stood as she was, slightly bent, ass uplifted, not even turning to look at him. Could she possibly not know what he had done? Her passive attitude confused him. Had she tolerated his attentions purely out of affection, or had she welcomed them, or was she just too stunned to react?
If Debby had turned then and given him a smile, things would surely have continued, for Tom's prick was still stiff. But Debby was even more confused than her brother was. The girl simply couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes.
Tom stepped back, his cock level, still aimed at her ass like a meaty howitzer set for a barrage. Debby's back was soaked with spunk all the way up her spine. Creamy streaks of cum spread out over her shoulders and onto her slender rib cage. The crack of her ass was parted as she hiked her butt up and that channel was flooded with her brother's fuck-juice. The stuff was running down like a river through a gorge and pouring into her crotch, then cascading down the insides of her thighs in an even creamier flow as it joined with the branch of the stream that was seeping steadily out of her melting fuck-hole.
Tom groaned at the sight. It might not have been incest, but it had been damned close-and the proximity thrilled him. But still the girl did not respond. Tom figured that he had done enough for the first contact, that he had sown the seed-quite literally-that was going to sprout into future prospects.
He levered his prick back into his pants and zipped it into the confines of his fly. Sweating, legs quivering and chest heaving, he backed away from the girl. Without a word, he left the room.
Debby continued to stand there as if hypnotized. She still wasn't certain if what she thought had happened had truly happened or if it was a product of her own fevered mind. Tom was her brother-would he cream on her ass? Had he simply been soaping her back in all innocence, while her imagination played with incestuous imagery? Had he suddenly realized that Debby was getting her rocks off on her hand? Was that why he had left without a word, because he was embarrassed or to give her privacy for her self-gratification? The girl was confused.
She reached back and slid a finger up through the crack of her sodden ass. It felt as if a bucketful of molten metal had been poured into her ass crack. Her shit hole was soaking. She brought her hand back before her and looked at her finger. It was slippery with soapsuds, but thicker foam streaked those white suds. She sniffed at the tip, inhaling the starchy scent and finding it reminded her of the stallion spunk she had smelled and tasted.
Debby licked her finger.
Oh, my God, she thought, her head spinning wildly. There was no doubt about it. Her brother had spunked on her ass!
Her cunt had creamed, but now it was smoldering again. Debby, not even bothering to dry herself, staggered from the bathroom and headed for her bedroom, desperate to finger-fuck herself to a froth.
But she didn't get a chance-not with an unsucked Airedale in the house.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Bruno had been waiting patiently for Belinda to empty his swollen balls. Curled in the corner, he twisted around and licked his slick red cock-knob, soaking it with doggy-slobber and keeping it hot and ready for Belinda's tongue to take over. But he had waited a long time now and he was getting restless. His cock alternately retracted and softened, then got stiff again, but his balls, full of fuck-juice, remained in a constant state of inflation.
Suddenly he raised his head and sniffed.
Debby had just come out from the bathroom and her overheated pussy was sending out signals to the Airedale's snout. He cocked his wiry, blunt head, blinking, slightly puzzled.
That wasn't Belinda's pussy he was scenting. His sensitive nose easily differentiated between Belinda's familiar fragrance and that of the virgin teenager. But the aroma of a cherry cunt was every bit as exciting as that of his mistress. And as he inhaled the delectable, steamy scent, the dog's cock swelled enormously.
He got to his feet and padded from the room, almost bowlegged around his bloated balls and striding over his rampant prick as if he were straddling the top rail of a fence. He saw the naked, soaking-wet teenager go into her bedroom, the doggy stalked after her.
Debby pushed the door closed, but didn't engage the latch in her haste to get her hands on her pussy and get her pussy creamed again. She flopped onto the bed, knees raised and thighs parted. Without any preliminaries at all, she began to claw at her cunt with both hands.
Debby was in a truly desperate mood as she remembered both how she had jerked off the stallion and how her brother had spunked her no ass.
She was hornier than she had ever been before-which was lucky for Bruno.
The Airedale nudged the door open with his head and walked into the bedroom, his tongue lolling from the side of his jaw and his cock swinging under him.
"Oh!" Debby cried in alarm when the door opened.
Then she saw it was only the doggy.
And then she saw that the doggy had a delightful-looking cock looming from his shaggy loins.
Debby smiled lasciviously. The day before, she would never have contemplated such a thing. She would have scolded the dog and sent him away, too embarrassed to finger-fuck herself even in front of a dumb animal. But Debby's attitudes had undergone a drastic change in the last exciting hours. She had jerked off a horse-why should the poor doggy suffer with that unemptied cock?
She figured that it would be fun to frig the dog off with one hand while she finger-fucked herself with the other. Swinging her lithe legs over, she sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside her hip. in
Bruno trotted over, squirming in anticipation. The well-trained brute was familiar with all the various positions of bestiality and he immediately sprang up, planting his front paws on the bed and bracing his hind legs on the floor. His giant cock-giant by doggy standards, although insignificant by horsy measures-jutted up, the wet red cock-knob aimed at Debby's plump tits.
Without hesitation, Debby folded her hand around his prick, pushing back and skinning his cock-knob. She gave his fucker a slow push-pull and it throbbed urgently.
"Want me to jerk you off, Bruno?" she whispered. "Hummmmm? Does the horny doggy wanna cream my tits?"
Bruno woofed and his haunches rippled as he shoved his prick through her fist. That handful of doggy-cock was so thrilling that Debby, although she had her other hand on her cunt, wasn't even rubbing herself now. She stared at his cockhead as it flared. She pumped up and rubbed her thumb against the underside of the naked slab, feeling the veins pulse where they spread out into that hot wedge of cockmeat.
Leaning down, she tapped his cock-knob against her nipples and nudged it into her cleavage. She began to pump steadily, aiming his cockhead right at her face now. Her lips were parted and the tip of her wet pink tongue was pushed out. Debby had already decided that she would jerk the stallion off into her face, and she had no hesitation about getting a face full of dog-cum, instead. She knew that her mouth was open and knew that what she was doing was naughty-and she opened her mouth a bit wider, thrilled by her own depravity.
Her eyes crossed as she stared in at that swollen slab of angry red cockmeat. She sniffed the musky aroma. Her tongue tingled and she was starting to drool heavily.
"I mustn't, she thought.
But she was already touching his cock with her hand-would it be much more naughty if she were to touch him with her tongue? Her conscience was struggling, but it was a losing battle against her desire.
I'll just take one little lick, she told herself. Just to find out what doggy-cock tastes like. I won't do anything really wicked like sucking on his succulent cock-knob. The girl was blushing guiltily. But no one need ever know. The doggy couldn't tell, and it would be their secret. What a mouth-watering prospect it was!
Debby's tongue slid across her parted lips, then pushed slowly out, fluttering and salivating. Bruno heaved his cockmeat out through her fist and his prick-knob loomed inches from her mouth. Debby moaned softly and touched the tip of her tongue against that slick red slab. She pulled away, savoring that single taste. But how could a horny, hungry girl settle for just one lick?
Blonde hair tumbling, she leaned back down and began to lap at his scrumptious cock-knob with gusto. Her nimble tongue slid all over the slippery slab. Her taste buds were going crazy as they registered the musky, meaty flavor. She pushed her fist back to the hilt of his cockshaft, the heel of her palm jammed against his balls, drawing the shaggy sheath back so that his naked cockhead flared out, throbbing as her tongue slurped on it. She was so fascinated that she pulled her other hand out of her crotch and cupped his balls, feeling his jism-load swell inside the bloated balls. Her cunt would have to wait a while, she decided. She wanted to cream the doggy first and to concentrate completely on milking him off, without the distraction of self-caress. Her spit frothed on his bulging cockhead as m her industrious tongue curled and flashed all over it. Cock-lapping was a joy and Debby had no regrets. She was going to lick every prick that she could, from now on, without regard to species.
She drew back to gaze at that delicious dog-cock for a moment, to savor the sight before she relished another taste, and as she did so, the dog's piss hole parted and a gooey glob of pre-spunk came squeezing out and ran sluggishly down his prick.
"Ooooh!" Debby squealed.
She knew how delicious jism was, having tasted both the stallion's and her brother's and the thought of lapping a tongueful up from the dog's naked prick thrilled her to the core. She stared at the frothy nugget in fascination and anticipation. Then she slipped her tongue out and gathered it up. She rolled it around on her taste buds. Cockmeat and dog-cum made the perfect blend of flavors. The creamy stuff was lots tastier tongued from a cockhead than licked from her hand. Another drop dribbled out and she slurped it up, the musky flavor of the meaty cockhead perfectly enhancing the slimy cum.
She began lapping his cock frantically now, her slobber flowing into his creamy discharge.
Her lips parted wide, ready to let the brute shoot his wad right into her mouth. She kissed the slippery cocktip. She felt that she just had to suck his cock. She'd been licking his prick, and taking it into her mouth couldn't be any more depraved, she reasoned. Her head pushed down and she sucked the Airedale's prickhead slowly in.
She sighed, discovering that sucking on a dog-cock was even better than licking it. Her lips collared his hairy cockstalk as she nursed adoringly on the naked meat of his cockhead. More cum slid onto her tongue and she swallowed it gleefully. She began to bob her head up and down, taking some of his cockshaft into the oval of her lips and letting his cock-knob push into the back of her mouth.
She pulled up and pushed down, sucking through every inch. Bruno humped, fucking into her mouth as if it were a cunt, his balls slapping under her trembling chin.
As the Airedale fucked his cock out, Debby met him in counterpoint, sliding her lips down his thick prickshaft and taking almost all of it into her mouth. Then, as the doggy withdrew, she twisted her head from side to side, winding her clamped lips around on his prick like a juicy nut onto a meaty bolt.
Although she had never had a cock in her mouth before, Debby found that she knew instinctively just how to suck that sweet mouthful. Bruno fucked his cock into her maw and Debby nursed on it with joy. His cockhead was sliding right down her gullet and her caressing lips were engulfing his cockstalk to the root so that her chin brushed his balls as those bloated cum containers swung out on each thrust.
Debby's cunt was on fire, but she ignored its demands, thinking that she would frig off after the doggy had creamed in her mouth, making her even hotter and hornier. Her mouth was as hot as her cunt as she sucked and licked on that sweet dog-cock, her tongue sparking as much as her clit. Bruno's haunches were a blur as he fed the cock to her faster, plugging the oval of her lips and skimming over the bridge of her curled tongue as he fucked his prick back into her throat.
Debby arched her slender back and thrust her tits out. The dog's balls brushed against her nipples as the brute thrust in and buried his bone, then they rolled up under her chin. The frantic doggy was fucking his vibrant prick right down
Debby's throat, making her gulp and gag and sputter. She felt as if her tongue was melting and her saliva was flowing as hot and frothy as her cunt juice. The doggy was fucking her in the mouth just as if it were a pussy, and her neglected pussy was sucking and drooling like a hungry mouth.
She slid her hand down and squeezed her pussy, then reached back up to fondle Bruno's balls. They were so full and heavy that she knew the beast was going to unload them at any moment.
"Hose my throat, you sweet doggy!" she wailed.
He buried his prick balls-deep and howled like a wolf. Debby knew she was just about to get his spunk and she sucked even harder, slurping and pulling with tongue and lips, seemingly trying to inhale his prick right down into her lungs.
He pumped the prick to her again. His piss hole was flowing freely, dribbling the appetite-whetting slime onto her taste buds in slimy ribbons and dripping right down her throat as he shoved his fucker to the back of her mouth and tilted her blonde head back.
"Yeah-yeah!" she gasped.
The dog's balls exploded, his prick expanded and suddenly Debby's mouth was full of cum.
She swallowed his first spurt and the Airedale fed her another. Jism jets skimmed over her flashing lapper and cascaded down her throat. His haunches heaved his cum-spurting cock into her eager mouth and her face turned, taking his cockmeat from all angles. Dog-cum shot into her cheek, hit the roof of her mouth, whitewashed her gullet. Her tongue was awash with dog-jizz. Cum overflowed her lips and ran down both sides of her chin. Her lips pulled on his prick and her throat pulsed as she swallowed another mouthful.
"Don't stop!" she pleaded as his cock-knob pulled back to her lips.
Already full of jism, she wanted even more. Bruno pumped another squirt into her throat and she drank it. His cum was so delicious that her eyes were watering and her pussy was flowing so heavily that she thought the cum she was drinking must be running right through her greedy body and pouring out from her cunt.
Bruno yelped and his last squirt of cum shot into her maw. He pulled back and his prick whipped from her lips. Her tongue shot out to give his cock-knob a last lick. Still stiff, his cock-rod swayed, bouncing on her tits and then on her belly. Debby leaned down and sucked his cock-knob back into her mouth, slurping up the residue. She polished his naked cockhead and lapped up the overflow from his cock and balls.
Then she sprawled back across the bed, a dreamy smile of creamy contentment turning her lips up, eyes aglow with satisfaction. Her mouth was open as she let the last of his tasty cum slide down her gullet. If cum had very much calories, Debby knew she would have to go on a diet, because she wanted to swallow all the spunk she could get from now on.
Lying on her back, thighs parted, she reached down to play with her steaming pussy.
But Bruno, with his cock still stiff, had a better idea . . .
The big Airedale shifted, his haunches swinging and his tail lashing behind him like a rudder. He moved one front paw across her pelvis so that he was mounted on her loins. His prick was pounding over her belly. A drop of cum splashed in her cunt bush. His hindquarters dipped down and the horny brute shoved his cock-knob into her crotch.
Debby gulped, realizing that the doggy was still horny-and that he wanted to fuck her.
She hesitated for an instant. Did she want to lose her cherry to a dog? Did dogs count, for that matter? His cockhead throbbed in her fuck-slot and rubbed against her clit. Cunt juice poured onto the hot red slab, making the saliva soaked cockmeat even more slippery. With her empty cunt hole hot and that potent prick poised at the rim, Debby couldn't have resisted even if she had wanted to.
She grasped the Airedale's prick by the shaft and pulled his naked cockhead into her cunt slot. With his cock-knob buried, Bruno knew what to do. His haunches bunched with muscle and he slammed his cock to the root in her creamy fuck-hole.
Debby jerked spasmodically as she felt her pussy full of pounding prick for the first time.
She gasped with the bliss of it. A cuntful was even better than a mouthful! The dog's cockhead was deep in the core of her cunt, throbbing and glowing. It felt as if she had a lump of smoldering iron in her belly. His hard fucker was levering around in her pussy and his balls were jammed to her ass. The girl squirmed and bridged, arching under the brute. Her cunt muscles began to work instinctively, clamping around the fat contours of his prick in a series of concentric rings, as if she were jacking him off inside her pussy. Her fuck-tube molded itself to his cock's outline, clutching every hard inch.
"Fuck me, boy-fuck my ass off!" she wailed.
Bruno held the full penetration for another moment, rumbling deep in his throat, savoring the thrill of having all his cockmeat enveloped in that tight pussy, letting Debby know the thrill of having her cunt stuffed to the brim with dog-cock.
Then he pulled back until only his red prick-knob was in her rippling cunt slot, paused, and began to fuck in and out furiously. Debby met him with equal vigor. Her ass churned and her hips rolled and her belly pumped as she slammed her fuck-hole down onto his plunging prick.
Tail swishing, tongue drooling over her tits, the big doggy fed the cockmeat to her with lightning fuck-strokes. Smoke seemed to be streaming from her crotch as his cock hissed in and out. Her cunt was sucking on his cockmeat, dragging him in, cunt lips pulling out along his thick cockstalk as the brute withdrew.
Debby began to come as soon as the dog stuffed her wet cunt. Her cum cream soaked her pussy and his prick fucked in and dragged out faster on the creamy lubrication. She reached a peak, ebbed, then peaked again. Until this moment, the virgin teenager had never had a climax except on her own hands and fingers, and the joy of coming with a well-packed fuck-hole was driving her crazy.
Bruno fucked into her, his fat plunger of a prick plugging her so full that her cum cream sprayed out, coating his balls and pouring down into the crack of her ass in a foaming deluge. The beast was yelping and growling and panting as he plundered her tight pussy, plunging in so deep that Debby half expected his cockhead to slide up into her throat.
She threw her smooth thighs around his hairy flanks, hooking her knees and drumming her heals against his haunches. Then she threw her legs wide open again, giving the frantic beast full rein as he fucked his cock into her smoldering pussy.
His balls whacked against her up-thrust ass as he fucked all of his prick into her pussy and her cuntlips plastered themselves around the hairy root like a suction cup. Her fuck-hole was so full of cherry cum that his cock was splashing into her. She was so hot that she thought her cunt was melting, then congealing again around the mold of his cockmeat-that her cunt hole would forever retain the outline of that dynamic dog-cock.
"Cum-cum-cum-" she panted, yearning to feel her pussy pumped full of dog-jism.
Bruno whimpered and whined, fucking into her cunt frantically. His cock expanded. His balls were so full again that they made a fluid sloshing sound as they swung against her jerking ass, rolling in and out under his hairy cock-rod. His ass corkscrewed and his spine twisted and contorted into an S-shape as he slammed his cock to the core of her cunt hole.
The beast howled like a wolf as he reached the crest.
Debby wailed as she felt his hot jizz hose her pussy. Squirt after squirt jetted into her as he fucked wildly away, and, each time the doggy shot another wad up her cunt, the girl creamed with him, melting on his cum-spurting fucker.
Bruno emptied his balls, resolutely. Drained, he panted over her, doggy-slobber dribbling onto her heaving tits. His cock was still huge inside her and Debby wondered if they were stuck together like a dog and a bitch. Maybe they would have to stay coupled until someone came to throw a bucket of cold water over them.
But then his prick began to diminish and soften. Bruno pulled his cock very slowly out of Debby's cunt. His cock emerged, all slathered with cum and cunt juice, like a red snake sliding from a wet hole. His cockhead lodged in her cunt slot for a moment, still swollen. Then it came popping out, dripping.
Debby twisted around and slurped his soaking prick-knob into her mouth for a moment, adoring the taste of a cock that had just been steeped in a creaming cunt hole. But she didn't suck all the nourishing fuck-slime from his cockmeat. Not realizing that she was not the only animal lover in the household, Debby didn't know that the incriminating evidence of cunt juice might be discovered on the dog's prick-just as it had never dawned on her that anyone would suck the saddle horn she had fucked herself on.
The contented girl sprawled back across the bed, legs apart, delighting in the well-fucked glow that was suffusing her whole body, and feeling the doggy-cum trickle slowly out of her vacated and satiated cunt and run down into the crack of her ass.
Bruno gave her pussy a slurp with his tongue, out of pure instinct. Being only a dumb animal, the Airedale knew nothing of romance or tender afterplay. Having climaxed, the brute had lost all interest in sex. He hopped down from the bed and trotted away, well-drained cock slack under his belly.
Debby didn't even notice when her doggy lover left the room. She was spread-eagled across the bed, smiling dreamily, almost in a state of oblivion in the aftermath of her dynamic orgasm.
Her well-fucked pussy was slowly spilling creamy dog-cum down her groin. Her eyes were closed as she remembered the joy of sucking and fucking and wondered when she was going to experience those wonderful sensations again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Figuring that she had given Tom and Debby enough time to do whatever they got around to, Belinda came back from the stables with her pussy creaming down her legs, hotter than ever now that her mouth had been satiated by horse-cum.
She found her husband sitting in the front room, remembering what he had done to his sister in the shower. They exchanged a meaningful glance as she approached. Belinda leaned down and kissed Tom on the lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He frowned, slightly puzzled. Why did his wife's mouth taste as if it had just been shot full of cum? He tried to remember when she had sucked him off the last time. Surely she had brushed her teeth since.
"Tell me what happened," she whispered.
"I-in the shower-I was soaping her back and I shot all over her ass," Tom croaked.
Belinda squealed with delight, intrigued by the incestuous possibilities and potential. She started to reach down and open Tom's fly, finding his cock still swollen.
But at that moment the Airedale came wandering into the room. His prick was hanging under him, the slick red tip protruding from the hairy cocksheath.
Belinda looked at the doggy, then at her husband. For a long time, the animal lover had been wanting to tell Tom about her bestial proclivities, knowing that it would turn him on. But she hadn't gotten around to her confession yet. It wasn't the sort of thing that a wife could tell her husband out of the blue. Now, with both of them horny as hell and with Tom having just done something very naughty, himself, it seemed the perfect occasion.
"I want to show you something," she said.
She turned towards the dog and knelt down. Bruno came over, his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging. Belinda reached under him and took his cock in her hand. She heard Tom groan. Smiling, she pushed the dog's cocksheath back, squeezing his prick. His wet red cockhead came gliding out. Belinda glanced at Tom to make sure that he was watching her. Then she leaned down and sucked the dog's cock into her lips, slurping moistly.
"Ummm-yummy," she purred.
Tom stared at her in amazement, finding the sight of her sexy wife sucking the Airedale's prick tremendously exciting. His own cock thundered. Had she sucked the dog's prick before? Often? Did she let the brute come in her mouth and swallow his jism? He leaned forward, his face a mask of desire and enthusiasm, eager to see the animal's thick, creamy fuck-juice spill into Belinda's mouth.
But then Belinda drew away, looking surprised.
"Holy shit," she rasped. She sucked the dog's cock into her mouth again, to make sure. Then she turned to Tom. "His fucking cock is soaking with cunt juice," she whispered. "This fucking dog has just been stuck up a cunt-your sister's cunt!"
Brother and sister looked at each other, sharing that thrilling knowledge. Belinda gave Bruno another suck, whimpering as the delicious nectar of Debby's cherry fuck-hole tingled on her taste buds. When she pulled her lips from his cock, Bruno wandered away, his balls empty and having no further interest in sex for a while. But now Belinda had no interest in the doggy, either. She stood up and reached out for Tom's hand. He took her hand and rose from the chair, his prick pounding like a jackhammer. By tacit agreement, knowing what they both wanted, Tom and Belinda went hand in hand down the hallway to his sister's room . . .
Debby blushed and tried to cover her shame with her hands when her brother and her sister-in-law walked in. They came right over to the bed, smiling at the naked nymphette.
Belinda took Debby's wrist and drew the girl's hand away from her foaming pussy. Doggy-spunk was spilling from her cunt gash in creamy ribbons, offering undeniable proof of her depravity.
If a girl will fuck a dog, she'll do anything, Tom was thinking, with incestuous delights parading through his brain.
"You screwed Bruno, didn't you?" Belinda said.
Debby gasped, mortified.
"It's all right, honey," Belinda assured her, her voice all husky with desire. "But he's my doggy-his cum belongs to me-and I want the fucking stuff back."
Belinda curled onto the bed. She spread Debby's sleek thighs apart and stared at the girl's flowing cunt gash, licking her lips, looking like a deprived child gazing in the window of a candy store. Debby's cuntlips were unfurled, the darker inner folds exposed. Her clit stood out stiff and throbbing. Belinda whimpered. She was no stranger to pussy, but she had never seen anything as delicious looking as that sweet teenaged pussy dribbling with doggy-spunk.
"Suck her cunt, Belinda," Tom rasped, standing over them, surging with lust at the prospect of his wife eating his sister's pussy.
Belinda leaned down and started to run her tongue up Debby's inner thigh. Debby gasped and arched her back, tilting her groin up. The horny girl had often thought about getting her cunt gobbled and wondered who the first one to suck her cunt would be, assuming it would be a guy. The idea of being eaten out by her sister-in-law thrilled her to the core-especially with her own handsome brother such an avid audience.
Belinda licked up to the top of Debby's thigh and ran her tongue up the crease, lapping parallel with Debby's flooded cunt gash but not yet making the vital contact. Her head switched across to the other thigh. Debby stared down over her thrusting tits, watching that dark head frolic in her blonde crotch, then glanced up at her brother-watching him watch her.
Tom had opened his fly and hauled his cock and balls out, but he wasn't frigging himself. He knew-they all knew, now-that his next cum-load was going to be spilled into Debby's mouth or cunt.
Belinda slid her tongue against Debby's clit. Debby cried out, her pelvis jerking violently. Belinda licked up each unfolded cuntlip, then dipped her lapper into the girl's wet fuck-slot. She tongue-fucked in and out, slurping. Ducking down, she lapped up the crack of Debby's ass. Belinda adored cunt juice and loved doggy-jism, and tonguing up the two at once was driving her wild.
"Yeah! Suck her off!" Tom cried.
Belinda cupped Debby by the haunches, lifting her ass higher, as if the girl's cunt were a goblet she intended to drain. Parting her lips, she clamped her mouth onto Debby's pussy. She French kissed the girl's cunt hole as if it were a bearded mouth as her lips plastered themselves over the dripping slot like a suction cup to a drain. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, gurgling with unholy glee. Her tongue was splashing into that sodden cunt slot, floating in a slimy tide. Her mouth filled with dog-spunk and pussy nectar and she gulped the succulent stuff down greedily and sucked for another sweet mouthful.
"Cream me, Debby!" she moaned, the words muffled on Debby's pussy. "Come on my fucking tongue, darling-melt in my mouth!"
"Yes-yes-coming!" Debby wailed as her clit exploded and her pussy turned to juice.
Belinda sucked ravenously as the flow from Debby's cunt got thicker and creamier, her cunt juice turning into cum cream as the girl soared to the crest.
Debby jerked spasmodically, grinding her cunt against her sister-in-law's adoring mouth.
Cum juice bubbled from Belinda's parted lips and trickled down her chin. She opened her mouth wider, clamping her lips onto Debby's hairy cunt like a limpet on a mossy rock. Debby clamped her thighs around Belinda's head for a moment, then threw them wide open again so that Belinda was unhampered as she cavorted in her crotch-and so that Tom would be able to see it all in juicy detail.
The girl felt as if her loins were dissolving, her whole body melting in the intense heat of her climax. She could feel the tide of cum cream slide into her fuck-tunnel and then pour down into Belinda's lips. Belinda was whimpering with joy as she swallowed that pussy nectar. Debby was amazed that a normal, heterosexual woman-her brother's very female wife-could take so much delight in a lesbian encounter. Debby was determined to try a bit of cunt-lapping, herself, as soon as she got a chance.
"Don't stop!" Belinda moaned. "Cream-cream-"
The waves of ecstasy built higher and rushed closer together in Debby's loins, turning into one dynamic peak. Her cum juice flooded out, filling her sister-in-law's hungry maw in a foaming tide.
Drained, Debby slumped back along the bed, quivering and panting. Belinda kept on sucking to make sure that she had worked off every sweet spasm and swallowed every drop of the girl's pussy juice. She had already milked out all the doggy-jism and now she was drinking unadulterated girl-cum. She gulped it down with joy, her tongue spooning more of the succulent slime out of the girl's pussy.
Debby sighed and her cunt stopped flowing. Belinda licked up the last drops from Debby's cunt lips and clit, then raised her head. She was radiant with the joy of cunt-lapping, and her chin was dripping with cum cream.
Debby smiled at Belinda, then at Tom.
"You can fuck me," she whispered.
Tom started to mount his sister.
"Wait-let's go out to the stable," Belinda suggested.
Neither Tom nor his sister were quite sure why Belinda made that suggestion, but they both knew it was going to be interesting . . .
CHAPTER NINE
Debby and Belinda walked ahead, holding each other affectionately around the waist, hips brushing together, happy in the knowledge that they were going to be cunt-lapping companions from now on and thrilled by the prospect of horse-prick.
Tom had always known his wife was sexy and naughty, of course, but her animal fucking was a new one on him and he found it tremendously exciting. A man couldn't even be jealous of a dumb animal or be cuckolded by the brutebut the idea could certainly turn a guy on. Tom followed behind his wife and sister with his stiff cock jutting out like a cattle prod driving them on.
Trigger looked up from his stall and nickered when they entered the stable and the building filled up with their fragrance. His nostrils fluttered as he whiffed a double dose of hot pussy. The brute showed no surprise at being visited by both of his human females at the same time because, being a mere horse, he had the instincts to handle a whole herd of horny mares.
"Ooooooh-look!" Debby squealed, pointing at the stallion's prick, which was beginning to loom out and swell. She glanced at Belinda, looking a bit shy. "I jerked Trigger off, before I sucked and fucked with your doggy and you sucked my cunt and-and-" She hesitated, not sure what treat was next on this adventurous day.
"I sucked him off, too," Belinda admitted, causing Debby's cunt to bubble and Tom's prick to thunder.
Belinda's hand moved onto the slope of Debby's trim little ass. She said: "I don't think your fuck-hole is quite ready for a stallion yet, honey." And she dipped her fingers in from behind and caressed that tight but juicy little pussy slot. "But you can lick his cock first, and then I'm gonna fuck him."
"Oh, yes!" Debby enthused.
She didn't hesitate for an instant. The fact that both her brother and her sister-in-law were present did not inhibit the girl-quite the reverse, in fact. It only made her hotter and more eager for depravity. She squirmed her ass against Belinda for a moment, then bounced up to the stall and dropped to her knees and immediately began to lap the dark meat of the stallion's cockhead. Her pink tongue slid all over the slab and dipped into his piss hole as his cock-knob flared out hugely in her radiant face.
Tom and Belinda stood back, fondling each other and enjoying the sight of the girl at play. Debby licked her way down Trigger's thick cockstalk and mouthed his balls, then lapped back up and sucked on his swollen knob, taking as much of the musky cockmeat into her mouth as she could, tits thrusting out as she inhaled.
A trickle of horse-cum dribbled from her lips. Belinda loved to see the girl giving head to a horse, but at the moment she was so hot for a cuntful of stallion-cock that she just had to terminate the sucking before Trigger blew his wad.
She stepped up and gently pushed Debby aside.
Debby was sorry to lose that delicious mouthful but eager to see it fucking into her sexy sister-in-law, as well. Turning her blonde head, she gave Belinda's cunt a slurp with her tongue, wetting the already soaking fuck-slot with saliva. The stallion's prick-knob was already drenched with the girl's slobber, both of them lubricated.
Belinda sat down, then dropped over onto her back and bridged her body in a deep arch. Her shoulders and head were braced on the floor, her feet were planted firmly and widespread and her crotch was elevated up to the level of Trigger's cockhead. She wriggled down until that massive cockhead was nudging into her cunt gash.
"Help the fucker get up me!" she gasped.
Debby and Tom leaped to obey and assist. Tom held one open hand under his wife's trembling ass, aiding her to stay bridged. His other hand slid in and spread her pliable cuntlips wide open. Debby grasped the stallion's cockshaft between her cupped hands, holding that throbbing prick just behind the cock-knob. She pulled his prick forward and Tom pushed Belinda down against the flaring prick-knob at the same time. Belinda twisted her hips from side to side, winding her cunt onto the brute's big cockhead. The tip slipped into her pussy gash. She moaned, and they thought it had hurt her, but then they saw she was smiling in dreamy anticipation.
Trigger humped gently, knowing from experience that a horse had to take it easy with a woman, to begin with. Tom pushed, Debby pulled, Belinda squirmed, Trigger humped again-and all of his cockhead vanished in her pussy.
Only his cock-knob was buried in her, but that enormous hunk of throbbing prickmeat was nearly as long as the average man's prick, stuffing and filling her fuck-tube. Her cuntlips were stretched wide around his cock-rod, collaring the fat stalk behind the cockhead. She pushed down and, inch by inch, the horse's prick fucked into her.
Where the fuck is it all going? Tom wondered.
Trigger's gigantic prick looked wider than his wife's pelvis and he marveled at the elasticity of that sweet pussy that could accommodate a stallion-cock, yet grip his own so tightly.
Another inch fucked in, then yet another. Tom's hand slid up onto her belly. He could feel the horse-cock throbbing in her loins. Debby leaned down and lapped up Belinda's cuntlips and slurped on her clit, slobbering into Belinda's groin and onto the stallion's cock. Trigger shoved one last inch up the frantic woman and held steady, his flanks heaving. His cock had bottomed out. Slightly more than half of his cockshaft was buried in her pussy, and the rest of it stood out between them.
The beast worked his cock muscles and Belinda's ass bobbed up and down on the pounding lever, like a soft boulder being pried from the earth. Stuck on the end of his prick now, suspended on that mighty fucker, Belinda needed no further assistance from Tom and Debby. They moved slightly back and her pelvis swayed on Trigger's supporting prick.
Trigger pulled back, ready to start fucking her. At first his fat cock was plugged so tightly into her fuck-hole that, instead of fucking in and out, he simply dragged the girl's ass along with his prick as it thrust and withdrew. But then
Belinda planted her feet more firmly and held herself in place, against the action of his cock. Her pussy rippled and spread wider to accommodate the sliding bulk of his massive prick.
Trigger pulled back again and this time his cock came sliding out until only the flaring cockhead was stuck up her cunt. He humped and fucked half of that giant cock into her again. Belinda moaned with pleasure as that colossal fucker gored her to the very depths, filling her pussy to the brim.
The stallion began to hump steadily now that the action had commenced in earnest. His thick prick pulled out, all soaking from her drenched pussy, then fucked back in, shaking and rattling her, tossing her lithe body about.
Belinda met the beast with a bestial vitality of her own. As his prick plunged in, she jammed her loins down to meet him and, as he withdrew, she twisted her hips sideways, winding her fuck-hole around on the retreating cockmmeat. Her wet cunt tunnel was molded to his cockhead and stalk, clinging to every precious inch, melting around the cock's contours.
The stallion's fuck-shaft was stuffing Belinda full. Cunt juice sprayed out as he fucked in and his tight-fitting prick filled her and pumped the frothy stuff from her cunt slot. Her ass and thighs were drenched with the overflow and Debby joyfully began to lap it up with her eager tongue. As Trigger's slimy prick pulled out, Debby tongued it and, as it fucked back in, she licked hungrily at her sister-in-law's widely spread cunt slot and clit.
Belinda hiked her ass higher, taking the stallion's cock from a lower angle and grinding her clit against it. She was ready to cream. She looked at her fascinated husband, smiling, then looked down and saw Debby's blonde head frolicking over her crotch. Moaning and gurgling, head down and ass up, she reached the crest.
"I'm creaming!" she cried, thrilling her assistants.
Her cum cream, thick and white and frothy, slid down the stallion's cockstalk in creamy ribbons. Debby shifted down, lapping it up from the horse's cockshaft. Belinda shuddered through the spasms of her coming, knowing that it was only the first of many-that she would come and come again, endlessly, as long as that massive stallion cock continued to stuff her cunt and until he put out her fires with his own foaming flood.
Trigger was pumping the prick to her faster now and his balls had swollen enormously as he neared his own peak. Debby tongued lovingly down his creamy cockstalk and then began to lick his balls.
The girl turned onto her hands and knees so that she could get her head right in under the beast's loins and really go to work on those big balls. She was thinking of nothing else, but she had assumed the doggy-fucking position in her hungry quest for ballmeat-and the temptation was to much for her brother.
Tom knelt behind Debby's bare ass. He grasped her by the hips and bent down, running his tongue up the crack of her ass, rimming out her tight shit slot, ducking lower down and slapping his lapper into her creamy pussy. He remembered how his wife had gobbled that sweet pussy and thrilled to the prospect of having his two women cavort together in many a cunt-lapping session. Then he raised his head, looking over his sister's shoulder to see her tonguing the stallion's balls, then up the length of that horse-cock to watch it disappear up his wife's cherished fuck-hole and emerge all soaked with her cum juices.
Holding Debby by the hipbones, Tom pushed his belly out and his cockhead glided into her open, dripping cunt slot.
Debby shuddered, realizing that her brother was about to fuck her. She wasn't sure if she was still a virgin or not, uncertain as to whether getting fucked by a doggy counted or if dog-cocks were sort of like vibrators or dildos, tools that a virgin could employ while still being cherry. She rather hoped that she was still a virgin, in fact-because the thought of giving her cherry to her own brother was thrilling beyond belief.
Tom slowly fed his cockhead into her pussy gash. He paused, only his cock-knob stuck up her, gazing down to see her pink pussylips sucking and pulling on his prick.
"Give it to me!" Debby moaned against Trigger's balls. "Shove your cock into me, Tom!"
Tom groaned, gnashing his teeth, his mind reeling with the seething lust of incest. He hauled his sister back by the hips and fucked his cock into her cunt hole to the balls.
She gasped as her loins sparked with the glorious sensation of being stuffed full of cock-human cock-for the first time. Tom held it all in her, letting her pussy adjust to his prick and savoring the thrill of having his thundering fucker buried balls-deep up his kid sister's pussy.
Then he began to fuck in and out with long, rippling cock-strokes that tilted her ass up and down. His balls swung in and slapped against her cunt mound as his cockstalk vanished in her fuck-hole. Debby reached back between her knees to fondle those brotherly balls as she continued to lap hungrily on the stallion's leathery balls.
Tom and Trigger came at the same time.
The stallion snorted, tossing his head, and his massive cum-load gushed into Belinda's cock-stuffed cunt.
Tom felt his sister's fuck-hole melt around his cock as the girl began to cream. He fucked in frantically and his loins soared to the crest. His sibling cum poured into Debby's cunt in a mercurial tide. Debby wailed when she felt that delightful dose of brotherly love spilling so abundantly into her pussy.
Trigger emptied his balls and slowed down, head hanging. Tom shot his final spurt and slumped over his sister's trim little ass, panting. Belinda and Debby kept on squirming as they worked off their own comings on those spent pricks.
Belinda disengaged first. Relaxing her cunt muscles, she slid slowly down Trigger's cockshaft. His prick-knob stuck fast in her pussy slot for a moment, gripped by the suction of her cunt. Then it pulled out. His prick snapped upwards and Belinda dropped from the tip, her ass bouncing on the straw-covered floor. Her crotch spilled out a deluge of horse-spunk and girl-cum.
Then Tom pulled his drained prick out of his sister's pussy. Her cuntlips fluttered, still parted, and a great wash of their combined fuck-slime came gushing from her pussy. Tom sat back on the floor, looking stunned. His prick was still hard. He looked at Trigger in a sort of conspiratorial glance between the species. Trigger's mighty fucker was swaying up and down, ready to be coaxed to a new hard-on.
Debby and Belinda, by tacit agreement, crawled over to each other and, as they waited for more cock, they sucked the fuck-juices from each other's cunt, embracing in the position of inverted love. The sight inspired Tom, and the scent inspired Trigger-and their pricks lurched.
Then, following his nose, Bruno wandered into the stable with his own cock ready for more pussy.
And they did a lot more than pull the Trigger together . . .
