"Daddy-how does a guy jerk off?" Harry Everest almost fainted when his pretty little daughter, Sarah, asked him that.
They had been walking through a pleasant wooded area near the farm where they were spending the week with relatives and Sarah had been rather quiet and thoughtful for a while and then she blurted that remarkable question out and her father halted dead in his tracks.
He stared at Sarah.
She looked perfectly sweet and innocent, just as if she had no idea that it wasn't the sort of thing that a little girl should ask her father. She also, he noticed-not for the first time looked very nubile and sexy.
Sarah had golden-blonde hair, streaked by sunlight, which she wore in coils and ringlets that framed her lovely face. She had big blue eyes and a full, pouty mouth and a scattering of freckles across her little upturned nose.
Her head was tilted to one side at the moment, as she waited for his response with evident interest. Her hips, too, were tilted. They were lithe, limber hips, sweeping out gently from her tiny waist and molded into the tight, brief shorts she was wearing. The shorts were denim and they clung to her loins, drawn tightly into her crotch as if the material was being dragged in by suction. The leg holes were angled high on her thighs, showing smooth flank.
When Harry had been walking behind her, a few minutes before, he had noticed that the indentation of her ass-crack was clearly visible in the denim and that the rounded half moons of her cheeks could be seen. Her white cotton tee shirt was also tight, as if it had been painted on her torso. Her plump little tits thrust out, the tips forming pert, saucy tips in twin peaks.
Now those sexy young tits seemed to be thrusting right at her daddy, the nipples poking out like the snouts of a pair of inquisitive rodents.
Yet she appeared totally innocent, he thought. He guessed that, despite her swelling, nubile charms, the girl was still naive and childish.
"Do-do you know what that means, honey?" Harry asked her, carefully, blushing slightly.
He wasn't blushing because of the girl's remarkable question so much as he was because his large prick had automatically begun to stiffen as a result of that question. Harry felt ashamed at getting turned on by his teenaged daughter, but had no control over his cock.
He was a tall, handsome fellow, and very well hung. He knew that his growing erection must be evident in the front of his pants and hoped that Sarah didn't notice.
"Well-not exactly," the girl admitted, looking all demure. "That's why I asked you."
"Yes. Well. . . "He hemmed and hawed.
"I know it's sort of naughty, though," she added.
"Err let's sit down," Harry suggested, more to conceal his hard-on than rest his legs although those legs had begun to shake and tremble a little.
He moved to a large log and perched on it. Sarah slid gracefully down beside him. Her titties bobbled deliciously as she lowered her trim little ass onto the log-and her daddy's cock was starting to feel a lot like a big, hard log, as well, as it thundered in his groin.
Trying not to stare at her tits, Harry said, "Why are you curious about err jerking off?"
"Cousin Lucy told me about it," Sarah, explained.
Harry thought about that for a moment. Lucy was a little older than Sarah, a farm girl, and Harry guessed that she was probably rather precocious about sex, no doubt having seen dozens of farm animals fucking.
He wasn't sure that she should be telling little Sarah about such things, however.
Harry had brought Sarah to his divorced sister's farm for a week's vacation, thinking that it would be good for the girl to get out of the city for a while and enjoy the fresh air and the wholesome life in the country. His wife, Sarah's mother, hadn't wanted to come. She hated the country, complaining that she was always stepping in cow shit.
Harry had an idea that the real reason his wife had stayed in town was because she was having an affair with some guy, but the idea didn't trouble him a great deal, since he was fucking his secretary with regularity.
His sister, Meg-Sarah's aunt-had been pleased to have company and it seemed that her daughter, Lucy-Harry's niece and Sarah's cousin-was glad to have another girl to talk to, as well. But it appeared that the farm girl must have strange ideas about what was fitting and proper conversation.
"Err-what did Lucy say?" he hedged, bemused and not at all sure how to answer his little-girl's query, hedging it with a question of his own-and interested in the answer, as well, because little Lucy was, he had not failed to notice, a very sexy young lady.
"Well, she was telling me how sometimes a farm girl has to do it to keep the stallion happy".
Harry gulped,
"She-she jerks off the stallion?" he croaked.
"I guess that she's got to. Otherwise he gets all mean and kicks his stall apart."
"I see," Harry rasped. He had a very graphic image of his little raven-haired niece pumping a horse's prick and just had to wonder if his sister shared the chore?
"Anyhow, she told me that-and she said that it's a handy thing to know how to do, too."
"Handy?" he repeated. It was, in a way, an appropriate word to use about a hand job, he thought.
"Yeah, she said that if she goes out on a date with a guy that she doesn't wanna fool around with much, she jerks him off. I guess that keeps the guy happy-like a stallion, you know-so he stops pawing her."
Harry nodded. It was reasonable.
"So I figured it might be a good idea. If I learned how to do it for a guy, too-in case some boy starts, trying to feel me up on a date, or something, right?"
Harry stifled a groan. She was his own innocent little girl, but she was rapidly becoming a woman and he had no delusions, about the situation. It she could preserve her cherry by giving hand jobs, it was probably a good idea.
He peered at Sarah. She still looked sweet, chaste, and innocent in her interest.
"Mom told me about the birds and the bees, but it didn't make much sense," Sarah said. "I mean-who wants to jerk off a bird?"
Your mother would, Harry thought. His wife was kind of promiscuous. He could just picture her playing with the plumed prick of a cock, frigging the feathered phallus of a fowl or wanking a randy rooster's rod. But he didn't think he should mention that to his daughter.
"Well, honey, I-I don't quite know how to explain it to you," Harry equivocated.
Sarah's gaze dropped to his crotch. "Could you maybe-show me, Daddy?" she whispered.
Harry groaned and his cock began to hammer so violently he thought it might break out through the fabric of his fly-or melt through the material by the heat of his hard-on. "It's not the sort of thing a man should do in front of his I-little girl," he stammered.
Sarah looked disappointed.
"I feel really stupid, not knowing about things like that, Daddy," she complained.
Harry's inhibitions were rapidly melting in the inferno of his desire. Just letting her watch me jack off isn't really wicked, he reasoned. It ain't like incest. And it might even be a valuable lesson for her.
"Well-okay, honey-but you mustn't ever tell anyone about it, you know."
Sarah grinned happily, starting to squirm around delectably on the log. Her big blue eyes were all glowing and bright with anticipation and, Harry noticed, her titty tips were standing out stiff and swollen.
"Show me, Daddy-show me!" she chirped, eagerly, leaning toward him slightly. Her taut tipped tits spilled heavily into her shirt as she inclined her torso.
Harry was starting to sweat. I can't believe I'm gonna do this, he thought-but he was. He grasped the clasp of his zipper and slowly pulled it down. It rasped loudly. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his pants.
Sarah was breathing heavily as she gazed down at her daddy's open fly. He was aware of the sweet scent of her breath on the brisk, pine-scented air.
His fly opened in a wide wedge and his cock loomed out, stuffed into his nylon briefs and dragging the elastic band out from his flat belly.
The girl was radiant as she waited for him to bare his naked cock-meat. It was obvious that her interest was a lot more intense than mere curiosity.
But it was much too late to stop now, no matter what misgivings that Harry might have.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband and dragged his briefs out wide, hauling them down over his bulging sex tackle and tucking the elastic under his cum bags, so that all of his massive cock was bared.
"Oooooh-it's so big," Sarah whispered. Harry sat there, not touching himself yet, letting his little girl stare at his cock and balls.
Harry had a truly formidable prick package. His balls were bloated big as oranges and his cock -stalk was long and thick as it towered from those swollen cum bags. A thick, dark vein pulsed up the underside of his prick and his cock-head flared out in a wide wedge of throbbing purple meat. His piss hole was open and a few slippery drops of pre-cum had oozed out, coating the knob like whipped cream on a plum.
"Gee-I can see why girls like cocks," his daughter sighed inclining her head over his tackle.
Harry grated his teeth and rolled his eyes. The veins were pounding in his neck. A sense of l1nreality had pervaded the situation and the man felt as if he were dreaming a wet dream, to be sure.
He folded his fist around the hilt of his cock shaft and squeezed. The knob ballooned and another gooey glob of spunk seeped from the cleft.
"Is that;-jizz?" Sarah whimpered.
Her cousin must have taught her that word, Harry thought, and he nodded.
"Show me how you do it," she moaned. Harry pulled his fist up his prick-rod, then pumped back down to the root.
"Oooooh," Sarah murmured. Her little nose twitched as she inhaled the heated fragrance of his cock-meat and the starchy aroma of his cum.
He stroked himself again, slowly, his hand skimming on the pounding stalk. Then he tightened his grip and frigged harder. His foreskin rolled up like a carpet over the ledge of his crown as he pulled up, then skinned back and left that huge wedge flaring out wide.
"Just-like-this-" he croaked, stroking again.
"That makes you shoot, huh?" Sarah
whispered.
"Yeah, honey," he rasped.
Her big blue eyes were no longer wide and innocent. They narrowed and a lustful look came over the teenager's lovely little face. Those blue eyes were smoldering like melting cobalt and her sensual lips were parted and panting. He could see the moist pink tip of her tongue.
"Oooooh-I wanna see you shoot, Daddy," Sarah squealed, leaning right over his lap. Her eyes turned crossed as she gazed in at the throbbing slab of his cock -head.
He knew that he should warn her that his spunk was going to splash right in her face if she stayed in that position-but he didn't.
Harry was almost ready to empty his balls already, driven wild by the stimulati9n of the situation. But he stroked slowly, changing the pace and the pressure of his grip and not falling into the steady frigging action that would bring him immediately to the creamy crest.
Harry was so turned on by having his daughter stare at his cock, hovering right over it as he beat his meat, that he wanted to make it last as long as he could manage.
Her breath was panting down onto his knob.
Then the girl gazed up at him through a web of fluttering eyelashes, a beseeching look in her eyes.
"Let me do it, Daddy," she whimpered. Harry tried to refuse her.
His lips parted to speak, but no words came out. His vocal cords were as stiff as his prick. He clenched his cock tightly and protectively for a moment. But then it bucked like a bronco, throwing his fist off the shaft.
He grimaced and groaned, knowing it was wrong and let his little girl take his throbbing prick into her trembling hand. . .
CHAPTER TWO
Sarah closed her tiny fist around the hilt of her father's enormous cock shaft and whimpered as she felt it pulse violently in her grip. It was so thick that the girl could barely span the stalk with her hand.
Harry leaned back on the big log, bracing himself on his hands and heaving his ass and hips up. His handsome face was a mask of dark desire. It was wicked-and wonderful, depraved-and delightful. It was all the more exciting because he knew it was wrong.
His prick was so taut that it was humming like a tuning fork in her palm.
She skimmed up lightly, her hand just brushing over the contours of his cock-shaft.
Then she tightened her grip and push-pulled again, making his knob flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike, the tip bubbling with venom.
"Is-is that right, Daddy?" she whispered. He grunted, still speechless.
She pound down to his balls, the heel of her hand brushing the bloated bags, and then whipped her fist back up to his crown. Holding him around the rod just behind the knob, she rubbed her thumb against the slimy slab.
"Oooohh," she sighed, when she felt how hot and thick and gooey that seepage was.
She worked it into the solid meat of his cock head with her thumb, and then pushed her fist back down to the root.
The ventral vein was pounding against her palm and his cock-head was so hot that it was starting to glow like a purple neon light bulb.
Her free hand moved up his jerking thigh and she cupped his balls. She lifted the heavy cum bags in her palm, as if weighing the load they contained. Then she squeezed gently, feeling the tide of his jism sloshing around and the hard nuts jiggle inside the hairy sac.
"Oh, Daddy-this is so naughty!" she purred, stroking up and down again and starting to fall automatically into the proper prick pumping pattern. Sarah had never jerked off a cock before, but she seemed to know just how to do it instinctively, needing no previous experience. His prick just fit naturally into her fist and the rhythm fell into place.
"Faster?" she gasped, giving his cock a sudden vigorous jerk that made him shudder.
"Or nice and slow?" she asked, and her little fist ran up his cock-rod with delicious deliberation.
Harry didn't give a damn if she jacked him quickly or slowly, as long as that lovely little hand kept moving on his tormented cock.
He began to hump up from the log, driving his cock up through her hand as she pumped down, fucking through her fist with heaving thrusts.
Preliminary cum was flowing lavishly from his gaping piss hole now. It poured down his angry red knob and flooded his stalk. Her fist slid up and down fluidly on the greasy lubrication of his spunky oil.
"You gonna cum, Daddy?" she moaned. "Yeah-yeah-Jesus, don't stop!" he croaked.
But stopping was the last thing that the little minx wanted to do. Her hand was tingling at the contact, her eyes glowing at the sight, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the fragrance of smoking-hot cock-meat and boiling spunk.
Her cunt was bubbling and her mouth was watering, too-but she didn't know what to do about that.
After all, he was her father.
She didn't dare suggest any of those really naughty things that cousin Lucy had told her about-like fucking and sucking-but she was sure enjoying giving him a hand job!
She stroked him slowly, then fast and hard. Her wrist tilted, levering his rock-hard rod about. Her hand twisted, screwing her fist down his cock sinuously.
His balls were ballooning in her left hand as she pumped his prick with her dexterous right fist. Harry was panting like a steam engine as he jerked around on the log.
His thighs jolted with sinew and his heels drummed against the ground, beating out a tattoo.
He stared down with haunted eyes, watching his daughter's hand rise and fall and seeing her fascinated face hovering over the head of his prick.
He howled like an animal in torment.
Sarah felt his cum bags explode in her palm.
Her other hand sped down and she felt his cock shaft expand and ripple as his cum load rushed up through the core of that iron-hard tube. His prick was so long that it seemed to take a full second for his fuck-juice to squirt from his balls to his knob.
"Shoot, Daddy-shoot it out!" she gurgled.
His purple cock-head flared wide and his piss hole gaped and suddenly a great spurt of milky jism rocketed from his knob and shot in a creamy geyser up into the air.
The stuff rose up in a slimy cloud, hanging suspended for a moment, seeming to float above them. Then it came splashing back as Sarah pumped another spurt out.
Harry was cumming massively. Jism jets sped from his piss hole as she stroked down to the root and steaming torrents splashed out on the recoil. He humped and shot, then sank back down and shot again as he dropped back, blasting off on the rebound.
A gooey geyser skimmed over Sarah's cheek and slammed into her hair, matting the curly blonde tresses. Spunk cascaded back onto her fist and forearm as more shot straight up.
"Oh-eh-oh-don't stop, Daddy!" the girl gurgled, thrilled to the core by his cumming. "Keep shooting; keep that hot stuff cumming, Daddy!"
His cum was drenching her hands as it came tumbling back from the top of the trajectory. Another spurt hit her cheek, feeling as thick and as hot as melted lead. The stuff was so substantial that it seemed more like a solid than a fluid, as it pumped out in creamy wads and lumps.
It seemed ages before he stopped spurting and sank back, shuddering, on the log. Sarah kept on pulling his prick, coaxing out the last trickles in- slimy ropes, making sure that not a drop lingered in his balls or lurked in his knob.
She tightened her grip and pulled her fist up, squeezing out the frothy dregs as if she were pressing the last goo from a tube of toothpaste.
"Jeez, there was so much of it," she gasped, in awe of his cum abundance.
His prick had started to soften in her hand. It had been hard as a crowbar before he shot and now it was more like a firm rubber hose but still impressive even as it diminished, shapely and sizable.
She drew her slippery hands away and watched his cock sink down in a meaty coil, a fat parabola of prick curling out from his loins.
It was like watching a tree fall in slow motion. "That was fun, Daddy---did it feel nice?" she asked, looking at her spunk-soaked hands.
"It felt real good, honey!" He croaked.
"Maybe we can do it again sometime, huh?" she asked, with eager innocence, like a child after a visit to an ice-cream fountain, satisfied but looking forward to that next delicious sundae or bubbling soda.
Harry knew he should say no that it had been very naughty and he mustn't make a habit of getting hand jobs from his lovely little girl. But he just couldn't disappoint her in her happy enthusiasm after her first hand job. He just grunted. His eyes were closed.
Sarah shot a guarded glance at his face. A really wicked smile turned up her lips. Making sure that her daddy wasn't watching her, she brought her hand up close to her chin. Her fingers were slathered with spunk and there was a gooey pool of the stuff in her palm.
She tipped her radiant face down over her hand and sniffed at the pungent incest oil. The rich aroma was tantalizing. Her tongue slid out and she began to lap the residue up from her palm like a hungry kitten at a cream bowl.
She had to stifle a moan of joy. Her cousin Lucy had told her how yummy cum was but the stuff was even more scrumptious than innocent little Sarah had been able to imagine! She licked it all up from her palm, then pushed her fingers into her lips and sucked them clean. If jism was so delicious tasted secondhand, just think what it would be like when a girl sucked a load straight out of a spurting cock! It was a shame he was her daddy, she thought. Otherwise, she would damned well have found out!
His eyes fluttered and Sarah quickly drew her hand away from her mouth and composed her pretty face into a look of fascinated innocence and chaste enthusiasm, pretending that she didn't realize how naughty she had been.
Harry looked stunned, as if he had been pole axed by his own prick. His eyes were clouded and his mouth was hanging open slack, breathing heavily. He shook his head, as if to clear it, acting like a man who had just awakened from a dream and, still foggy with sleep, couldn't quite discern reality from the dream sequence.
He looked at his daughter, his brow furrowing up slightly, worried that the girl might regret what she had done or been shocked, in her naivety, when he had shot his gooey bolt out of her fist.
She gave him a charming smile. Then she realized that he was staring at her mouth, still frowning, looking puzzled. Sarah guessed that there must be a few flecks of fuck juice on her lips and she slipped her tongue across, wiping up the incriminating evidence.
Harry supposed it had been only saliva. Then he looked down at his cock, as if that mighty member were foreign to him, some other guy's cock. His cock looped out, semi-hard and streaked with the residue of his cumming. Thick ribbons of spunk glistened down his bent stalk and slathered the purple knob. His little girl had frigged that fuck-juice from him and Harry was amazed-and thrilled. He felt ashamed of his compliance, yet it was evident that his daughter was suffering no qualms or remorse at all. He stuffed his cock and balls back into his pants like an elephant tucking its trunk away.
He knew he should say something and, choosing his words with care, mumbled, "It wasn't really bad, honey-what you did-but people might not understand. So don't ever tell anyone that you jacked me off, okay?"
"I won't tell, Daddy," said Sarah.
And she was already looking forward to telling her cousin Lucy all about it . . .
CHAPTER THREE
"Boy, frigging off pricks is fun!"
Lucy looked up with interest when her pretty little blonde cousin made that announcement. She had been sitting on the veranda when Sarah and Harry returned from the woodland stroll. Sarah had stopped beside her, when Harry still blushing a bit, went on into the house.
Lucy was a luscious-looking creature, all soft, bouncy curls and ovals. Her tits were perfectly rounded and her ass was shaped to counterweight those mounds, the cheeks swelling in firm globes under the faded cotton dress. She wore her dark hair in woven braids that fell like black silken cords down to her waist, an Indian or countrified style that did nothing to detract from the sultry rural glamour of the sexy young nymph.
Her voluptuous body was the sort that seemed to have been inflated to perfect proportions, like a blow-up doll-the sort of brick shithouse body that was welcome anywhere. Now her brown eyes widened as Sarah stood over her, looking smug and saucy.
"Yeah I know, but I thought you told me that you never tossed a guy off?" she said. Sarah giggled impishly.
"I never did-until just a few minutes ago."
"But you-" Lucy looked puzzled, but intrigued "-you been with your daddy so how"
"That's right," Sarah said.
"You mean? Holy shit!" the farm girl gasped.
"Naughty huh?" Sarah chirped.
"It sure is! Holy cow-I'm getting hot just thinking about it, Sarah," Lucy blurted out.
"It made me hot, too. I mean, pumping him off was lots of fun, but it got me horned up plenty. I'm real eager to try some of those other things you were telling me about-with the animals and all."
"Oh, yeah-let's be real naughty!" Lucy enthused, jumping to her feet. Her heavy tits jiggled delightfully, the tips shooting out in pert peaks.
Taking her younger cousin by the hand, both of them grinning, Lucy led Sarah from the veranda. Nicely contrasted, one golden blonde and one raven dark, but equally nubile and enthusiastic, the cousins ventured into the farm yard looking for all sorts of kinky kicks.
Old Shep was keeping the sheep in line, circling the flock and nipping at the odd cloven hoof. He knew his business and performed his sheep herding duties well, but he was an intelligent dog and rather bored by the task of keeping a group of dumb sheep bunched together. Shep knew there were lots more interesting ways to spend an afternoon.
Lucy had taught him plenty of new tricks.
Now, the glossy, golden collie was just slinking up behind a ewe, intending to give the dumb brute a bite on her fleecy ass, just for the hell of it-and keeping a wary eye out for the big powerful ram. Shep had a lot of respect for the ram's heavy, swept-back horns, if not for the creature's intelligence, and it added piquancy to ewe nipping. . .
But abruptly, the sheep dog halted. His haunches sank down to the ground and he raised his silken head, eyes wide and alert. His black nose flared.
Shep began to whimper softly in his shaggy throat as the rich aroma of pussy perfume came wafting to his nostrils over the rolling hills.
His sense of smell was keen and discriminatory. The doggy could easily recognize the tantalizing fragrance of Lucy's familiar cunt, having lapped it often enough. But today that compelling aroma was embellished by the heated scent of another tasty young pussy.
Fascinated, the sheep dog abandoned his woolly charges and moved off, following his nose toward the steamy sources of that compelling perfume.
The ram was not as dumb as Shep believed. That mighty big-horned creature had been lurking just off to one side, well aware that the wretched dog was sneaking up on one of his ewes.
The ram had been biding his time, planning to charge when the dog was occupied in ass nipping and give the canine a savage butt and a toss to teach him a lesson.
Now the ram, too, raised his head and sniffed the air. His amber eyes glowed and his wet snout rippled. He tossed the horns of his armored head vigorously, and under his fleecy haunches, his prick began to stiffen.
The creature realized there were things a lot more interesting than butting sheep dogs and, having a whole flock of ewes of his own, he was well acquainted with the succulent aroma of hot cunts.
But this sweet fragrance was not coming from a member of his wooly harem and the brute was confused. It didn't smell quite like sheep cunt but the perfume was stimulating inch by inch, his prick came out. The fleecy white stalk lengthened and his balls began to swell. His slick black cock-head came slowly sliding out from the woolly sheath, like a lump of glossy onyx, sharply contrasted to the white tube. His nostrils flared, savoring the delightful scent. Each time the brute inhaled, the head of his prick ballooned, as if that meaty black slab was inhaling, as well.
The ram pawed the ground and snorted and waited to see what might happen.
But he had to wait his turn. Once again the clever canine took precedence. "Ooooh!" Sarah squealed, when the golden haired sheep dog came bouncing toward them.
Old Shep ran up close, then skidded to a halt and squirmed forward, his haunches lowered and his tail wagging and his fat red tongue lolling out.
"He's a good cunt-lapper," Lucy said.
She licked her lips as she spoke, as if that word had a special significance to her own tongue.
"His cock is stiff," Sarah gasped.
Already fully aroused by their aroma, Old Shep's prick was jutting out long and firm and showing the rhubarb, the naked tip flaring out in an angry red slab. As he squirmed toward them, his prick was plowing a furrow along the ground and dribbling pre-spunk in its wake.
"What you wanna do first, Sarah?" Lucy asked.
"Gee-everything," the city girl moaned.
"Let's milk his cock and balls off, for starters," Lucy suggested. "Then you can have a good cunt-lapping, after you're all hot and creamy, okay?"
"Yeah!" Sarah sighed, trembling in lascivious anticipation as she stared at the dog's cock.
Old Shep wriggled up, his haunches squirming. He thrust his head out and sniffed at Lucy's groin through her cotton dress, then swung his muzzle across and nuzzled his black nose into Sarah's denim-clad crotch.
The doggy whined and Sarah whimpered.
She jerked her loins against his snout and tilted sideways to stare under his hindquarters. The dog was well hung. His hairy stalk long, thick, taut. His balls well packed with a cum load, and his slippery red knob flaring.
Lucky Lucy, to live on a farm, she thought.
Lucy sank down on her knees beside the collie's flank. Glancing up at Sarah with a brazen grin, she reached under the doggy and took his balls in her upturned palm, fondling them as they ballooned.
"He's nice and full," she purred.
She held his balls out on her open hand so that her blonde cousin could see for herself. They lay heavy as a sandbag in her palm.
"I ain't drained him off for a week," Lucy said. "I've been saving it up for a real treat. And there ain't any bitches around and the dumb doggy ain't got any hands to jerk off with, so he must have a real huge load built up!"
"Can--can I empty him, Lucy?" Sarah whimpered.
Lucy grinned, delighted by her urban cousin's enthusiasm and thrilled to have another sexy young girl to share her kinky pleasures for the week. Sarah squirmed on Old Shep's muzzle. Cunt cream was swirling in her open slot and seeping through the denim of her crotch band. The dog's agile tongue shot out and he began to eagerly lap up the gooey seepage.
Sarah pulled away and knelt beside Lucy. Old Shep seemed to be smiling, his teeth drawn back from his gleaming white fangs arid his excited tongue hanging from his jaw. He stood sideways to the girls as they knelt at his haunches, as if he were a cow waiting to be milked.
But the load in those bloated balls was a lot thicker and creamier than had ever been pulled from an udder.
"I'll squeeze his balls while you pump his prick, Sarah," Lucy suggested, playing the gracious host, offering her young guest a touch of rural hospitality.
Sarah reached out and touched the tips of her itching fingers against his naked knob.
"Ooooh," she gasped, pulling her hand back as if she had brushed against a red-hot stove.
The dog's cock seemed even hotter than her daddy's, she thought.
She looked at her fingers, half expecting to see that they were blistered by the contact. They weren't burned-but they were sticky with precum, that initial ooze making her quiver at the prospect of milking him off.
She reached out and fingered his cock-head again, rubbing the gooey spunk into the red meat. The dog's knob felt like a lump of lead encased in a rubbery sheath.
Her hand slid down and she folded her fist around his hairy cock-shaft. She stroked down toward his balls as her cousin fondled those bloated bags. Old Shep yelped and his glossy haunches humped, stabbing his prick out through the blonde girl's frigging fist.
The core of his stalk was hard as iron inside the shaggy sheath, pulsing and rippling and throbbing excitingly in Sarah's palm, spreading her fingers out as the fat rod expanded in her grip.
Sarah stroked back, making the naked red slab of the dog's cock-head balloon. She skimmed up and down on the golden rod and the red knob flared in a wide, meaty wedge.
The girl was leaning very close to his prick, gazing at the tip, eager to see his jism spurt out. She didn't even realize that she was licking her lips. But Lucy did.
"Wanna lick his prick?" Lucy rasped. "Oh! Ohhh Lucy that would be really naughty!" Sarah protested.
But her eyes remained glued on the succulent red meat and her tongue continued to glide back and forth across her moist lips like the twitching tail of a hungry tiger about to pounce.
"His cock -meat is real yummy," Lucy encouraged. "I lick it sometimes. It's nice when his piss-hole is dribbling and you can taste his cum."
Sarah moaned, crazed by desire.
"Well, maybe just a taste." she whispered.
"Try it-you'll like it," Lucy assured her.
Sarah pushed her tongue out, hesitated, and then touched the tip against the dog's knob. She squealed and drew back, letting a slimy nugget of preliminary dog cum run around on her taste buds for a moment. It was so fucking delicious that it made the girl's eyes water.
Her throat pulsed delicately as she swallowed. Then she lapped another tongue full from the brute's piss-hole relishing it in her mouth before she swallowed it.
Doggy spunk was rich and flavorsome, warming her belly like a fine cognac.
Sarah began laving all over the beast's naked slab, licking up the seepage and slathering him with her frothy saliva. She just adored the flavor of his cock-meat and cherished the taste of his spunky seepage.
It was even more scrumptious than her daddy's cum, Sarah thought-although she realized that she had only tasted that fatherly fuck-juice on her hand, when it had already started to cool and congeal, and knew that it would be a lot more yummy if she drank it from his cock.
Her tongue was going wild now, dancing and flashing on the sheep dog's cock-head. She was slobbering and drooling and her saliva was sizzling on the hot meat.
The tantalizing flavor of dog meat and prespunk had whetted Sarah's appetite and she no longer wanted just a taste-she was hungry for his full load.
She fitted her lips to the dribbling tip of his cock, kissing the bubbling piss-hole.
She glanced at her cousin, seeking approval.
"You want the fucker to cum in your mouth, don't you, Sarah? You wanna swallow his slime." Lucy rasped.
"Um-hum," Sarah admitted, her lips moving on the beast's gooey knob as she sighed and moaned.
"Go- ahead, honey," Lucy encouraged the blonde girl. "Suck him off-drink his doggy juice."
Lucy had her hand up under her dress now, frantically frigging on her cunt.
"Ohhhh, I'm so hot," she wailed. "I'll lick the dog's balls while he fucks you in the mouth!"
All of Sarah's inhibitions were long gone and the girl was yearning for a mouthful of doggy cum.
But Sarah was about to be disappointed.
Her country cousin's hospitality was not boundless.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lucy held the dog's balls up in her palm and lapped them greedily with her nimble tongue. His cock-head was pressed to Sarah's lips and Sarah stared down his stalk, watching her cousin snack on his balls as she prepared to feast on the load out of those bloated eggs.
Sarah rubbed her cute little nose against the hard rubbery slab of the dog's slick knob, sniffing the tantalizingly heated meat. She tongued the slippery head and kissed it, savoring the preliminaries before the banquet.
Pre-cum streaked her pursed lips and dribbled down her chin as the animal's flow got thicker and heavier, slimy ropes seeping from his piss-hole.
Tilting her head, she ran her tongue down his hairy shaft. She licked to the root and for a moment Sarah's tongue and Lucy's lap per were both working on the dog's balls together, in a bizarre sharing, as if the two girls were French kissing each other around the dog's cum bags.
Then Sarah tongued back up to his knob.
It had been exciting to tongue with her cousin, Sarah realized-although she didn't know the half of that-yet.
Now she fitted her lips on the tip of the beast's cock again and this time she let her mouth slowly open and fed that gamey slab in.
It was her first-ever mouthful of cock but Sarah knew just what to do as instinctively as she had known how to jerk off her father and would soon discover that cunt-lapping was an instinctive talent, as well.
But first and foremost there was a delicious doggy cock to be milked dry...
Her lips turned outward, forming an oval collar around the brute's thick, hairy stalk and her cheeks hollowed in as Sarah sucked greedily and lovingly on the dog's throbbing, smoking-hot cock.
"Ummm-ummm-ummm!" she purred, as she suckled with relish on the scrumptious prick.
She had only the naked knob in her lips to begin with, nursing voraciously on the delicious red meat. The dog's hard, hairy stalk stood out between them, like a pipeline between his balls and her lips, all ready to deliver a gusher.
Her lips pulled and her tongue slid around against the underside of the dog's wedge-shaped cock - head. Pre-spunk kept coating her taste buds, driving her cum-crazy. The creamy goo sloshed in her cheeks and trickled through her teeth. Her tongue was awash in the sweet stuff, floating around like a little pink raft in a swamp.
Old Shep whimpered and his glossy flanks heaved. He began to fuck into Sarah's radiant face, plunging into her mouth just as if it were a cunt-hole.
Lucy gave his balls a last swipe with her tongue and then drew back, watching his hairy cock slide through the oval slot of her cousin's lips. The doggy was plunging in deeper, shoving half of his cock -shaft into Sarah's eager mouth. His balls swung out like the clappers of a meaty bell.
Sarah began to jump her head forward as the animal humped, taking more stalk in.
"Unghhh," she gagged, as the beast's slimy cock-head jammed into her throat.
He was buried to the root now. Her chin was pressed tight to his balls and her nose was rubbing against his hairy loins. She held that bone buried for a moment, her lips plastered around the hilt, feeling like a sword swallower with his prick halfway down her throat.
"Ummmm-ahhhh!" she whimpered as she pulled her mouth back up to the head of his cock and nursed rapturously on the gamey hunk of naked meat.
Lucy was going wild with envy.
She leaned in and began to lick at Sarah's lips as the dog's prick shoved in and out, tonguing up some of the pre-cum along with Sarah's slobber.
Sarah's head rocked back as the brute lunged in and stuffed her gullet with bulging cock crown, then ducked forward as he drew back, only to jolt in again.
The doggy was shoveling the prick to her frantically, pounding and hammering as he pumped into her facial fuck-hole. He was whining and yelping joyously, his tail lashing behind his heaving haunches and then stiffening and shooting straight out as if emulating his cock.
Now his balls were so solid and full that they were no longer swinging. Those massive cum bags were rolling like bowling balls under his rod.
Sarah was relishing that succulent feast so much that she was only dimly aware that her cousin was feeling up her tits, pulling at the tips, then moving a hand down to cup her cunt through her sodden denim shorts.
It was no time to question Lucy's intentions and, anyhow, it felt good.
The sheep dog slogged the meat into her with savage glee as his brutish loins surged toward the peak and his prick swelled more with every thrust, filling the girl's greedy mouth to the brim and burying his cock to the root.
"Ulphhh!" Sarah gulped as she swallowed his slimy knob down her gorge and her lips gobbled on down the hairy length of his stalk.
She turned her face to the side, taking a stroke into her cheek, then faced his driving cock and let him ram it down her throat again his precum was running around in her belly, her mouth was well spunked and her tongue was heavily slimed even before the brute shot his wad.
His cock jerked out until only the angry red slab was in the oval collar of Sarah's lips. His shaggy shaft was slathered with her saliva and streaked with gooey ribbons of his doggy seepage. It speared her mouth and Sarah sucked the wet cock -rod as she gulped on the knob.
The dog's backbone twisted up into a contorted shape as he humped into the blonde girl's mouth, fucking her mouth just like a cunt. His hairy haunches were whipping in and out so fast that they were a golden blur now.
Lucy, being an experienced doggy blower, knew that the beast was almost ready to empty his balls. She wanted to play the generous hostess and unselfishly let her visiting cousin swallow his -load, but now her own lustful nature was getting the better of her.
"Let me have a taste," she gasped.
Sarah whined on the dog's cock, hating to give up that savory mouthful for a moment. But it was Lucy's doggy and it didn't seem right to hog the whole job and, fully expecting to have the animal's prick back in her own mouth when he spurted - his spunk out, she complied.
Sarah drew her lips off the dog's cock with a slurp. The dog humped, driving it back into her face, desperate to bury it in her lovely mouth again.
But then Lucy shoved her face in and took the thundering reamer into her mouth, instead. It made no difference whatsoever to the sheep dog. He had never quite understood why a girl would want her mouth to be used for a fuck hole. It was all a mystery to the doggy, since even the hottest bitch in heat didn't give blowjobs. But Old Shep had learned that human girls could be tucked at both ends and a mouth was a mouth to that promiscuous pup. He began to pump his prick into Lucy's eager mouth with equal gusto.
Lucy mouthed the mutt meat ravenously. Spunk ran down her throat, as thick as glue, making her frantic for more of the sweet slime.
She folded her fist around the dog's throbbing cock -shaft and began to frig up and down on his cock as she sucked like a vacuum cleaner on his knob. Her fist pushed back to the hilt of his long stalk, then pulled up and bumped against her own lips.
A look of horror came over Sarah's face. Although the city cousin was inexperienced in such things, it was obvious to her that by combining hand stroking with knob sucking,
Lucy was going to bring the brute off.
"No fair!" she wailed.
She reached out to grasp the dog's cock but it was stuck fast in Lucy's face.
"That's cheating, Lucy!" she cried. "Mumphhff," Lucy gulped, in reply.
Old Shep threw his head back and howled. His cum bags exploded and his doggy cock spume came rocketing up through his hairy stalk as Lucy's hand frigged frantically on the rod. His jism hit the girl's throat under such pressure that Sarah could actually hear the stuff splash. Sarah squealed in outraged envy as her raven haired cousin greedily gulped down the doggy goo. .
Lucy's mouth filled up with spunk. She swallowed and the potent dog refilled her mouth. He ground his cock in and shot down her gullet, skidded a creamy torrent over her flashing tongue as his loins rebounded, on the backstroke.
"Save some more for me!" Sarah pleaded.
To her credit, Lucy had intended to let her urban guest drink a fair share of the dog's fuck -juice.
There was plenty of sheep dog slime for both of them and, after all, Sarah had done most of the work and deserved a portion of the gooey results.
But Lucy wouldn't uncouple.
The dog's jism was all coming out in a string, a slimy rope that rushed in an unbroken tide from a spittoon, the sweet stuff pouring out as thick and solid and unbroken as toothpaste squirting out of a tube.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, gulping it down voraciously.
But the sheep dog was spurting into her maw so abundantly that the greedy girl couldn't drink it all. Spunk overflowed her lips and trickled in pearly strings down both sides of her jaw.
"Oooh! You greedy bitch!" Sarah squawked, as she watched Lucy piggishly gulping it all.
Old Shep hosed Lucy's throat, whitewashing her tonsils, painting her gullet with goo. He spurted a load into her cheek, and then bathed her lapper. His balls seemed bottomless, his stamina boundless-and his doggy juice was coming out as thick as boiling condensed milk.
At long last the brute began to falter. His humping became jerky and erratic as his balls drained off to the dregs.
Lucy kept on sucking on his cock-head and frigging his cock with her fist; making certain that she had milked him off to the last precious drop.
"Ummm-yummy," she purred.
Sarah was glaring at her with a look of malevolence and justified jealousy. She had done most of the sucking and her hoggish cousin had got to drink the delicious dessert and Sarah was furious.
She was starving for spunk, as well.
But Sarah was going to get her share and more. . .
CHAPTER FIVE
Old Shep lurched back, panting and whimpering.
His prick came pulling out of Lucy's mouth and the knob popped free like a cork from a bubbling bottle. His cum bags were slack and deflated now and as the doggy sank back onto his haunches, his cock stayed upright for a promising moment, then slowly sank down in a loop.
The knob started to retract into the sheath.
Sarah dropped belly-down onto the earth and squirmed up to the hunkered-down beast, her chin on the ground and her slobbering mouth wide open.
She sucked his cock-head into her mouth.
Whimpering, she nursed on the spent meat. But it was frustrating. Piggish Lucy had milked out every last drop and all that Sarah could suck from the dog's cock-head was her cousin's saliva.
Even his meat wasn't as succulent now that it was rubbery and starting to cool off.
Sarah suckled hopefully, wishing that his prick would start to swell and stiffen again. But the meaty wad stayed soft in her lips despite her efforts and she could feel the naked knob drawing back into the sheath.
She pulled away with a groan.
"Shit," she muttered.
"Sorry, Sarah," Lucy apologized. "I just sort of got carried away, I guess-"
"You horrible hog," Sarah grated. "There's lots and lots of animal spunk on the, farm-you'll get plenty to drink, honey," Lucy promised.
Sarah looked a bit less furious.
"Hell even saved the last mouthful for you," said Lucy, parting her lips and pushing her tongue out. Thick, strings of doggy spunk streaked her pink lapper and coated her lips. The stuff was hanging from the arched roof of her mouth and washing over her gums.
It wasn't as mouthwatering as it might have been swallowed from the dog's cock, but it was better than nothing and Sarah shrilled shyly as she slid over.
She licked up the residue from Lucy's chin, and then lapped it from her lips. Lucy's tongue shot out into Sarah's mouth and Sarah sucked on it, French kissing her cousin passionately and swallowing a blend of canine cum and drool.
Lucy gently turned Sarah over onto her back on the ground and leaned over her. She clamped her mouth onto Sarah's and as their lips ground together; she let the remains of the dog's jism slide into Sarah's mouth. Sluggish as quicksilver, the slime slid over the girl's tongue and then trickled on back into her gasping throat.
After a while, Lucy drew away.
"I want more fuck-juice," Sarah whined. "I wanna drink a whole load for myself."
"Don't worry, Sarah-I'll get you a fucking bucketful of jism to swallow. We got all week, right?"
"Well-I guess so," Sarah agreed.
There was a wicked gleam in Lucy's eyes now. "But you're real hot, huh? Shall I get the doggy to lap your pussy now?"
Sarah grinned; she figured that if she wasn't going to get fed from the dog's cock, the next best thing would be to feed him out of her cunt.
"Okay," she happily chirped.
Lucy unsnapped the waistband of Sarah's shorts, and drew the zipper down. She began to tug them off. Sarah hiked her ass up. Lucy pulled Sarah's shorts off her squirming hips.
Sarah was wearing a pair of very tiny bikini panties, just a wisp of white nylon drawn tightly across her loins. The narrow crotch band was soaking wet and being sucked up into her cunt slot, so that a pink pussy-lip showed on either side.
Lucy gazed admiringly at Sarah's bikini sheathed crotch, her interest evident.
Sarah wondered why.
The innocent young lady didn't know-yet that a girl could love cocks and cum and still enjoy a snack of pussy and cunt-cream. That was another fascinating thing she had to learn from her country cousin.
Leaving Sarah's panties on for the moment, Lucy pulled her tee shirt up, baring her tits. Sarah didn't know why her tits should be exposed for a doggy-lapping session, but she didn't ask any questions.
Her pert, pink nipples were standing up like little rockets ready to be launched and Lucy knelt over those saucy mounds, drooling at the sight.
Then she slowly tugged her cousin's tiny bikini panties down over her hips and thighs, drawing them from her feet.
Sarah parted her shapely thighs, wriggling on the ground. Her cunt-lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom and her open cunt-slot was flooded with pussy-nectar, like dew streaking the flowery folds.
Her clit was standing out in her cunt like a log floating upright in a swamp.
Cunt-juice poured down her groin and soaked into the tight crack of her ass and a slimy pool was spreading out on the ground under her ass.
"Ummmm-what a lovely, juicy cunt you got, Sarah," murmured Lucy, the tip of her tongue showing. "Your pussy looks so fucking delicious that my-err-I mean, the dog's tongue is real hot for it."
That doggy lapper was, in fact, hanging out and dripping with saliva and drool as the dumb brute sniffed the perfume of Sarah's naked cunt. His nostrils rippled and flared, and his heavy red tongue tingled. But the brute wasn't any more cunt hungry than Lucy was, as she knelt over Sarah and stared down into the vee of her thighs.
Lucy held Sarah's sodden panties up to her face and inhaled the creamy aroma.
"Ooooh-what a lucky doggy," she said.
Old Shep woofed eagerly, starting to slink forward, his head thrusting out toward the source of that pungent perfume flowing in twin streams now-from her soaking panties and, even more heavily, from her gooey groin.
Sarah, trembling in vibrant enthusiasm, watched the doggy creep up on her cunt.
Then she glanced at her cousin-and gulped as she saw that Lucy's tongue was slurping in the creamy crotch piece of her panties. Sarah blinked.
"How come you're licking out my panties, Cousin Lucy?" she whimpered, acting more surprised than she actually felt, for all, the hints and foreshadowing had been evident.
Lucy only grinned.
Then she tossed the drenched bikinis toward the sheep dog. His muzzle dropped down, whiffing, and nuzzling. He began to lap at the deliciously flavored nylon, his frothy doggy slobber flowing out to replace the pussy-slime that he was so eagerly tonguing from the fragrant garment. His fat, enthusiastic lapper splashed as it whipped out.
Lucy bent down over Sarah's up thrust tits and sucked a stiff, rosy tip into her lips.
"Ummmm," she purred, nursing hungrily as that pert bud swelled explosively in her mouth.
She suckled for a moment, then her dark head shifted across and she began to mouth the other titty tip, in turn. Her drool poured down Sarah's plump tit-mounds and seeped into her cleavage.
"Why are you sucking my tits, Lucy?" Sarah whimpered. "We're both girls."
But it felt so lovely that despite her confusion, Sarah did not object-and even thrust up, shoving her tits into her cousin's face.
Lucy's reply came, muffled on tit-mounds.
"Ummmm-both girls-both with delicious cunts," she moaned, bobbing from nipple to nipple.
Her open hand slid down Sarah's trim belly. Sarah's plump cunt-mound was a tangle of blonde curls and Lucy's hand shifted onto it. With the heel of her palm resting on that pubic shelf, she dipped her fingers into Sarah's vee.
She spread the blonde teenager's moist, pliable cunt-lips wide open with her fingertips, releasing an even more pungent aroma from within her steaming fuck box.
Old Shep's head snapped up. The panties hung from his jaws for a moment, then dropped off. They were so sodden with cunt-juice and doggy slobber now that they almost made a splashing sound as they fluttered to the ground.
But now the scent-oriented brute was drawn more powerfully to the source that had juiced those sexy panties and he stepped over them, following his snout toward Sarah's widespread vee and gaping cunt-gash.
"C'mon, boy-dog yummies!" Lucy urged him.
Hunched down, hindquarters wriggling just as if he were sneaking up to nip' a ewe on the woolly ass, the sheep dog moved up on a quarry far more succulent than any juicy lamb chop, any mutton muff.
Sarah hiked her ass up off the ground, tilting her crotch up as if she were serving her cunt on a hairy platter. Lucy was still holding her cunt gash open and the sheep dog slid in head first toward that cunt on a tray.
His cold nose touched the inside of Sarah's thigh and slid up her leg. His tongue slurped out, gathering up a trickle of .pussy-juice that had unraveled down her soft thigh. Then his muzzle shot out and his nostrils flared and he inhaled right in her fuck-slot.
"Ooooh," Sarah moaned, feeling the dog's cold nose flare in her smoldering cunt-slot.
Old Shep began to lap her cunt frantically. His long, heavy tongue slapped in, spraying cunt-cream out. He licked at the unfurled folds, slurped over her frenzied clit, then crammed his meaty tongue right up into her tunnel of lust and began to stab it in and out in a tongue fucking motion that caused Sarah to thrash about like a fish out of water.
Like some nimble cock, pliable but huge, the beast's tongue wedged into her fuck-box, fairly floating up her coot-hole as her cunt-goo poured over it.
Lucy gave a stiff nipple a last loving lick and rose up, kneeling over her young cousin's golden loins, watching the doggy ream out her fuck slot with his lashing tongue.
Sarah jerked her ass and hips around, pumping her lithe loins in a fucking motion. She ground her cunt against the dog's muzzle as if she wanted to get his whole hairy snout stuffed up into her fuck box....
Lucy was pulling and rolling on Sarah's stiff clit as the dog lapped into her open fuck-slot.
Then she grasped his wet tongue between her thumb and fingers and began to whip the tip against Sarah's explosive clit.
Sarah whined, not knowing which felt better, having the dog's tongue whipping against her clit or stabbing up into her fuck tunnel.
Lucy released his tongue and the enthusiastic doggy started slapping it up Sarah's cunt-gash again, spooning out gobs of cunt-goo with greedy gusto. His muzzle jolted in and coot-juice streaked back along his jowls.
Sarah had her trim little ass hiked up high, swinging in a spiral. Her slender, nubile body was bridged, head and shoulders on the ground, belly heaving up. Her titty tips, wet with Lucy's drool, stood like glowing beacons stop the delectable mounds of her tits.
Old Shep was tonguing her out attentively, his lapper working diligently into the folds and .creases and crannies of her steaming cunt. He laved the unfurled slot, stabbed deep up her fuck-sleeve, and then flipped his tongue out over her fiery clit. The meaty red lapper slurped up into her bushy vee, then dipped back into her cunt.
The cunt-hungry dog whined, whimpered and yelped up her pussy. He woofed, snarled, and growled as he worried at her cunt, his head turning like a terrier shaking a rat. The dumb brute didn't know which was more tantalizing, the flavorsome taste of her steaming pussy or the fragrance of it. He stabbed his nose in and sniffed, then shot his tongue out and lapped, pleasuring his keen senses alternately.
His prick was beginning to come out again. Inspired by the feast, his massive cock-stalk lengthened, thickened and the angry red knob pushed from the sheath.
Well drained off into Lucy's mouth, his cum bags were hanging slack, but now, drop by drop, they began to fill up again. Each time he wolfed a muzzle full of pussy-goo out of Sarah's cunt, he dribbled another dose of doggy jism down into his potent balls.
Lucy found that a pleasing prospect. . But at the moment the farm girl was more fascinated by the sight of cunt-lapping. She was drooling like a dog, herself, envying Old Shep that delectable snack.
The flood from Sarah's fuck-hole was becoming hotter and thicker and creamer and even more aromatic as the girl's loins surged toward the crest.
The brute sniffled and slobbered, filling her open cunt-slot with doggy drool, then slurping it back out and gulping it down, flavored by her cunt -goo.
Sarah's cunt-juice was turning to cum cream.
Lucy saw a thick ribbon of pussy-juice unwind like a banner onto the dog's heavy tongue, lacing the red lapper meat, like pearls on a plush velvet cushion.
"Cream the fucker, Sarah!" Lucy gurgled. "Yeah-yeah-gonna juice him!" Sarah gasped.
The waves of bliss were coursing across her jerking belly and shooting like electric currents up her trembling thighs. Her clit detonated like a blasting cap and the core of her cunt began to heat up.
.
Her cunt-cum poured out like a foaming waterfall and the doggy's tongue flashed in frantically as the greedy mutt mopped up her melting cunt-juice.
His red tongue dived into the coral pink folds and flipped back out slathered with slime. His nose flared on her exploding clit and his tongue sank in again. The beast was licking out her cunt-juice from inside her fuck-sleeve, tonguing the scrumptious goo out even before it could flow to her cunt.
Sarah thrashed about wildly in the throes of ecstasy. Her loins were dancing a horizontal waltz as she ground her cunt-gash on the animal's muzzle. Her cunt-lips sucked on his tongue like a mouth sucking a floppy prick.
She shuddered as the spasms ran through her, each wave rushing faster on the one before, the crests coming higher and then merging into one prolonged peak.
She was at the crest and holding there in a sustained climax. Her whole nimble body vibrated, nipples sparking like electrodes, clit going off like a stick of dynamite, fuck-box dissolving in a steaming tide.
It was the most satisfying cumming that the teenager had ever known. So far.
But the week had only just begun-and raven haired Lucy had plans for spilling out lots more cousin cum.
CHAPTER SIX
Sarah sank slowly back onto the ground, her ass in a pool of doggy slobber and cunt-juice.
She trembled and a radiant, blissful smile made her lovely face glow with contentment.
Old Shep kept right on lapping happily away. His prick was so stiff now that it was vibrating like a gong struck by a hammer, but he kept feeding his tongue up into her sodden coot-slot, slurping up the last dregs.
Sarah looked surprised for a fleeting instant, not recognizing her own sensations. Then she smiled again, joyfully, as she realized that her loins were starting to simmer allover again that she would cum again, if the doggy kept on lapping.
But then Lucy grasped the sheep dog by the ruff of his neck and yanked his head off of Sarah's crotch. His lapper dragged free with a slurping sound as Sarah's cunt tried to hold it in by suction.
Shep yelped in frustration at being deprived of his dog yummy and Sarah whined, flipping her ass up, wanting more of the animal's tongue. .
But Lucy held the hungry mutt back.
Just as, before, she had greedily taken over after Sarah had sucked the doggy up to the cumming point, now Lucy was about to deprive the beast of Sarah's next orgasm.
But she took pity-a self-serving sort of pity, to be sure--on the cunt-hungry animal. She pulled the hem of her faded cotton dress up above the waist. Lucy wasn't wearing any panties-she seldom did, since it was troublesome yanking them up and down as frequently as she would have had to, as she enjoyed the pleasures of life on the farm.
"You want pussy, Shep? Well, get down there!" she rasped, tugging his head between her thighs.
Old Shep gave a joyful bark and shoved his snout into the girl's smoldering cunt-gash. A pussy was a pussy to the doggy and, knowing nothing of promiscuity or faithfulness, he began to snuffle and slobber and slurp into Lucy's fuck-box with every bit as much gay abandon as he had worked on Sarah's cunt.
Sarah could hear the beast lapping away and once again she felt indignant. She was a guest at the farm and her greedy cousin was being selfish.
But then Lucy twisted over onto her knees.
Old Shep kept his muzzle crammed into her cunt-slot and she rotated around the pivot of his snout as she rolled over onto all fours, between Sarah's legs.
Lucy had shifted into the doggy-fucking position, in fact, but she wasn't thinking of that at the moment.
She grinned up at Sarah's face.
"It's my turn," she announced. "You-you wanna eat my pussy?" Sarah gasped.
"What did you think a farm-house breakfast was?'" Lucy said, her tone playful but her eyes glowing lustfully.
"But-but you're a girl-we're both girls I mean-we ain't lesbians." Sarah was stammering. Yet she had to admit that the prospect of deviate dining was turning her on.
"Silly city girl," Lucy snorted. "A girl doesn't have to be a lesbian to be a cunt-lapper!"
"Oh? I didn't know that." Sarah said.
But it was very welcome information, indeed, just the sort of thing the horny teenager was pleased to know.
. .
Lucy's dark head ducked down, but she didn't dive on her blonde cousin's cunt immediately. Knowing that her own tongue was no match for the dog's massive lapper, Lucy figured that she had to make up for size by skill and enthusiasm and attention to details.
She licked up the moist insides of Sarah's thighs, running her slurping tongue up to the crease where those slim, shapely legs joined her loins and lapping parallel to her fuck -slot without touching it yet.
Sarah stared down over the swelling thrust of her stiff-tipped tits, fascinated at the sight of that inky black head wallowing in the vee of her groin, framed by her widespread thighs and her golden cunt-mound.
Lucy leaned up and her tongue rustled through Sarah's pubic thicket, drooling into the golden bush of curly tresses. She licked out to the girl's hips and up her belly, dipping into her belly button, and then working back down.
"Don't tease me, Lucy!" Sarah whimpered. Now that she had gotten used to the idea of having her cunt sucked by her cousin, she was wildly enthusiastic about it-and eager to try the other half of mutual oral love, as well.
Lucy slid back between Sarah's legs, but only tongued her inner thighs again. As she turned her radiant face from leg to leg, her nose brushed very lightly against Sarah's clit and through her sodden cunt-gash.
Sarah arched her back, bridging and jerking her pussy out impatiently toward Lucy's face.
Her lovely little ass heaved up from the ground, swaying back and forth. Lucy slid down and her depraved tongue shot out into the crack of Sarah's ass. She began to lick up and down that flavorsome crevasse.
She cupped the cheeks of her blonde cousin's ass in her hands and raised her loins higher. Her tongue slurped up through the crack and then began to flutter against the tight brown bud of Sarah's asshole.
Sarah was amazed to realize that her sexy cousin was licking out her shit-hole-and even more amazed to realize how good it felt to have a hot tongue rimming away on her puckered shit-slot. It was naughty, she knew-and ever so nice. She began to squirm, shoving her up thrust ass eagerly against Lucy's bobbing head.
Lucy sighed with pleasure, relishing a snack of shit-hole as an appetizer for the cunt course ahead of her. With her forehead pressed to the curve of Sarah's ass and her tits thrusting up into the girl's smoldering groin, Lucy rimmed and reamed away on that tangy brown slot.
She licked at the taut ring and when it fluttered open in response, shoved her slobbering tongue as far up into the blonde girl's shit-chute as it would go.
Sarah tossed her legs up, bending her knees and turning her lithe body into a hoop, grinding her ass up to give lascivious Lucy full access to her ass-ring.
Sarah was rolled right up, her knees flipped over beside her own head and her ass thrusting up at the highest point of her hooped body.
Lucy craned her neck and shoved her face down as she mouthed that spicy shit-slot avidly. She slobbered into the tiny ring, then sucked her own saliva back out, all deliciously flavored by Sarah's asshole.
Sarah squealed and squirmed with joy as her sexy cousin's tongue probed into her guts and her lips nursed on the tingling, sensitive bud. It felt so lovely to have a lapper reaming out her back passage that Sarah just had to wonder what it would be like to get ass-fucked by a cock.
And, too, what it would taste like to shove her own tongue up into Lucy's shit-hole?
She rocked and rolled on the ground as Lucy doggedly dipped into her rear, nuzzling on the ring and stabbing her lapper in and out in a fucking motion. Lucy's slavering drool seeped down through the crack of Sarah's rounded, curved ass and dribbled into her crotch, sizzling as it foamed onto her steaming-hot cunt-meat.
Lucy thrust her own ass back as the sheep dog gulped away on her cunt-gash. As his tongue whipped up her slot, her own lapper shot into Sarah's shit-chute so that it seemed as if the dog's tongue was running right through her body, plunging up her fuck-hole and coming out of her mouth to dip into Sarah's ass.
Sarah thought that she was going to cum, that her cunt was going to spill out onto
Lucy's fat tits as Lucy hungrily reamed out her twin tunnel.
But Lucy wasn't going to allow that.
When Sarah's cunt melted, Lucy was going to have her greedy mouth clamped on that melting slot. Tangy ass hole made a lovely hors' devour, but for the main course
Lucy was starving for cunt cum.
. She gave Sarah's sweet shit-hole a last loving slurp, then moved back down, licking through the crack of her hoped-up haunches and coming into her groin.
Her tongue hit Sarah's clit.
Sarah shuddered violently and slowly uncoiled, bringing her legs back down and arching deeply up from the ground as Lucy began to munch her cunt.
Lucy used only her tongue to begin with, flicking it against Sarah's clit, tracing up the unfolded cunt-lips, and then stabbing it up into her cunt-sleeve. It couldn't slide in as deep as the dog's huge lapper, but Lucy more than made up for that by her talented technique.
She held Sarah up by the ass, tipping her loins up as if the girl's cunt were a brimming goblet and tilting her head back as if she were going to drain that gooey goblet to the dregs. Her tongue flashed and dipped frantically. Then she parted her lips and clamped her mouth on Sarah's cunt.
"Oooooh!" Sarah squealed.
Sucking felt even better than lapping! The doggy had been a lovely lapper but Lucy was a cunt-sucker, her' human mouth more versatile than the beast's muzzle.
Lucy's lips were plastered to Sarah's fuck-slot like a suction cup to a clogged drain, glued there by a paste of saliva and cunt-goo.
"Ummmm-ahhhh!" she moaned as she sucked adoringly on that succulent cherry pussy.
Her mouth filled up with cunt-cream as her tongue floated up the slimy sleeve.
Lucy swallowed the sweet nectar and her own pussy spilled out an equally delicious gusher onto the sheep dog's lapping tongue.
The doggy jammed his snout into Lucy's cunt-gash, heaving her ass up and shoving her face tight to Sarah's groin. With her lips spread open on the steaming slot, she stabbed her tongue up into Sarah's tunnel of lust, as if she were French kissing a bearded mouth.
Lucy sinuously curled and coiled her curvaceous body rippling as she wallowed in rapture between the dog's eager tongue and Sarah's tasty pussy.
"Cum-cum-cream my fucking mouth!" the farm girl moaned, gulping in cunt-lapping frenzy.
"Ooooh, Lucy-drink me!" Sarah wailed, as once more the waves of a creamy crest rippled through her loins and her pussy began to spill into Lucy's face.
Sarah grunted at each shuddering spasm, feeling as if a bomb were exploding in her loins.
Lucy voraciously swallowed Sarah's cum juice as her own cunt poured a load of cum onto the dog's tongue. Lucy felt as if her tongue was creaming as she slithered it up into Sarah's fuck box, her saliva as hot as her cunt-juice.
Holding Sarah by her lithe hips, Lucy pulled her pussy onto her face like-a mask, sucking so hard she seemed to be inhaling the cunt cum right down into her lungs.
Lucy was in cunt-lapper's paradise, head giver's heaven, feasting gluttonously on the flood as that delicious stuff came foaming over her tongue and bubbling past her lips, refilling her mouth each time she swallowed.
Her tongue snaked in, her lips slurped. She was making as much noise as the doggy was, at the other end of her body. She was panting like an animal and her cunt was sucking loudly, as if echoing the sounds of her mouth.
Sarah clamped her thighs around Lucy's head in a velvet vise, grinding against her, mopping her pussy against the dark-girl's face. Then she threw her legs wide apart again, giving Lucy free rein to wallow in her cunt.
Her feet kicked in the air as if she were pedaling a horizontal bicycle. Her heels drummed against Lucy's up thrust ass, then she locked her legs around her again, knees hooked, clamping them together.
"Keep creaming-feed me more!" Lucy wailed. The words muffled on Sarah's cunt.
Sarah kept on creaming in a delicious deluge and as Lucy swallowed the delectable cunt cream her own loins were issuing a creamy torrent to the dog's tongue.
The dog was going crazy now, as Lucy's cunt goo ran scalding hot onto his sensitive lapper, steaming and smoldering like lava, blistering his taste buds.
He whipped out a glorious tongue full-and stepped back.
Lucy was in the doggy-fucking position. And Old Shep was well aware of it . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Old Shep sat back on his haunches, his creamy tongue hanging out, his muzzle streaked with cunt-cream. He tilted his head to one side and appraised the situation.
Lucy was still munching Sarah's sliming pussy, her head down in the blonde girl's groin and her lovely ass hiked up to the highest point of her posture.
It was a position Old Shep knew well. The doggy hesitated, torn between the desire to sink his tongue back into Lucy's scrumptious cunt and the yearning to bury his prick in that slippery sleeve.
He licked his jowls. His cock hammered violently. He shoved his head out and rooted around in Lucy's loins again, spooning out some more yummy girl spunk. Once a horny doggy started lapping pussy, it was hard to stop. Cunt to a dog was like salted peanuts to a human.
But the brute had already gorged on a double dose of pussy-nectar and his cock was thundering. His shaggy shoulders shifted in the doggy equivalent of a shrug and Old Shep bounded up and mounted himself over Lucy's heaving haunches.
Lucy squirmed happily under him as she felt the weight of the brute clamped to her ass and clinging like a gargoyle to a flying buttress.
Shep humped, missing the target in his eagerness. His wet cock-head rebounded from the back of her thigh, and then skimmed up through the crack of her ass. He yelped and his haunches heaved again as he tried desperately to plunge his tormented prick into her fuck-hole.
Sarah was whimpering as the last of her cunt cream trickled onto her cousin's tongue. Looking down, she saw that the sheep dog had bounded up on Lucy's ass. She wondered if Lucy was aware of it. With her head buried in Sarah's crotch like an ostrich hiding in the sand, the girl might not realize that the doggy was trying to hump her.
Sarah parted her thighs so that Lucy's ears were not muffled in that silken baffle.
"The dog is trying to fuck you!" she cried.
"Ummmmm-I know," Lucy purred in Sarah's pussy, each syllable bubbling as she spoke into the gooey cunt-gash.
"I just love a cunt full of doggy cock," she moaned.
Innocent little Sarah gasped at her cousin's depravity-and her cunt began to simmer all over again. Lapping and sucking with a doggy was one thing but letting the dumb brute fuck her cunt was another-and thrilling to the core!
Lucy hiked her ass up slightly, her head still braced in Sarah's crotch. She reached back between her thighs and grasped a handful of dog cock. Old Shep tensed, realizing that guidance was at hand, holding stiff and rigid while the girl moved his cock-meat into position.
Lucy drew his cock-head into her smoldering cunt-slot and slid it up and down, using it like a meaty ladle to stir her creamy bowl to froth. She rubbed the bulging slab against her clit and brushed it along her unfurled cunt-lips then inched the naked red tip into her coot-gash.
She moved her hand away. With the end of his prick nudging into her pussy, Old Shep knew just what to do.
His hindquarters tensed, trembling. His flanks rippled like a golden wheat field. His hind paws braced on the ground and his front paws hooked firmly around the handles of Lucy's hipbones, hauling her ass back.
She waited eagerly, her head down like a grazing animal and her ass and hips thrust up in anticipation. A little cunt-slime slid onto her tongue as Sarah began to get juicily excited again, almost as keen to see her cousin get stuffed full of dog prick as Lucy was for that lovely load.
Then Old Shep yelped and plunged in savagely, pounding all of his hairy cock into Lucy's fuck-box.
"Unghhh," she grunted on Sarah's pussy as she felt his enormous cock fill her to the brim.
His flaring cock-knob was burning like a glowing ember in the core of her cunt-hole and his shaggy stalk levered up the sleeve.
The dog held his cock buried to the hilt and ground it around inside her, savoring the joy of having every inch of his prick enveloped in soft, clutching cunt while the girl thrilled to having her fuck-hole full of throbbing cock-meat.
Her tongue was sliding steadily around in Sarah's creamy pussy, but that was only incidental, now, as Lucy concentrated on a pussy stuffed full of prick.
She started fucking before the doggy did.
Squirming, she pulled her cunt-sleeve up through an inch or two of hairy cock-rod, paused, and then pushed it back to the hilt. Her cunt-slot spread out around the thick root as she pumped herself ball-deep on his cock.
Then Old Shep began to hump, driving his cock into her with vigor and brutish glee. He yanked back until only his naked red cock-head was stuck in her cunt-slot, and then slammed back in to the hilt. His cum bags swung out to slap against her crotch as his prick vanished into her pussy.
Clinging to her hips and slobbering over her ass, the doggy pounded the prick to her violently, rattling her hipbones and jolting her pelvis on his dynamic thrusts.
Lucy whimpered and gasped. Her fuck -hole was being rammed so full that she thought his cock-head must be plunging right through her kneeling body-that his smoking hot cock-knob would come pushing out of her open mouth and stab on up into her cousin's cunt so that the doggy was fucking both of them at the same time, screwing Sarah via Lucy's body.
It plowed into her seething loins like a white hot crowbar, wedging and levering across the fulcrum of her clit. Lucy met his lunges, matching his animal lust with her own steamy passion. She jerked her ass back as he shoveled the cock in and rolled her hips on the backstroke, so that her cunt-tunnel was twisting and screwing on his prick.
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His prick filled her to the brim and cunt-juice came oozing from her cunt, lathering her crotch and spraying over the dog's belly and balls.
As he pounded in, she blew up Sarah's fuck hole and as he pulled back out against the suction of her cunt, she sucked, inhaling on Sarah's pussy.
Old Shep lowered his hairy haunches and threw a long, rippling, under slung stroke into her.
Lucy's haunches jolted up on his thrust.
Then the animal hiked his hindquarters up and plunged into her pussy from above.
Her thighs rippled with sinew as she sank down under his pounding bulk.
The doggy was fucking her ass off, pounding her pussy to jelly. She started to dissolve creamily as the fiery friction of his hairy stalk heated her cunt-sleeve, making her fuck-box begin to boil and bubble like a cauldron whisked and stirred on his gigantic ladle.
His shaggy cock -shaft whipped in, hissing as it sped up through her soaking tunnel. His backbone twisted up as he plunged in and his tail lashed like a rudder behind his haunches, then twirled around.
Lucy reached back into her crotch, fondling his balls, and then spreading her fingers out so that she could feel his hairy cock ramming in, pulling out, and pounding up her again.
Her cunt muscles were working on his prick, sucking like a hungry mouth, swallowing his cock-meat. The walls of her pliable pussy-track closed around him, molding her tunnel of lust to the outline of his cock. She was overheated and melting, feeling as if her cunt was going to dissolve around his prick, then congeals again, like wax around the mold of his cock-meat.
Old Shep howled like a wolf, tossing his head back as he bayed, slobber spraying from his jowls. His haunches were a blur as he fed it to her with lightning speed.
Lucy felt his cock expand mightily, stretching her clinging cunt out on the spreading contours. Gasping, she lifted her head from Sarah's groin.
"He's gonna shoot in me!" she wailed. "Oh! Ohhhh!" Sarah gurgled, tremendously turned on by the vicarious thrill of it.
Lucy felt a little jet of preliminary doggy spunk spurt into her cunt-core. Her mouth was still filmed by a slick residue of doggy jism from when she'd sucked him off and now that tasty goo liquefied again on her hot tongue, giving her the impression that the dog's spunk was shooting into her mouth from inside her body now-that she was about to be transfixed on a solid bolt of doggy cock-spume.
She dived on Sarah's cunt again, cunt-lapping with relish, as Old Shep hammered in and howled-and his fuck-juice began to hose her in creamy torrents.
His balls burst and the sap came rushing up his throbbing cock-shaft, then boiled over into Lucy's loins like a volcanic eruption. His cock meat slammed in even faster on its own greasy lubrication, the friction so fierce that she thought smoke must be drifting from her crotch.
Each time she felt another cum load spray into her, Lucy's insatiable fuck box sparked and gooed again. She was like a wild creature, herself, matching the animal's lust in her own lustful and lascivious loins_ wallowing wantonly in the depraved delight of doggy fucking.
Spurt by spurt, the dog creamed her cunt full of hot, thick fuck-juice. She could feel each jism jet, each gooey geyser. Her fuck-box was so flooded that the stuff was sloshing around in a foaming tide.
And as she enjoyed that lovely cunt full, Lucy was remembering how eager Sarah was to drink some doggy cum.
And Lucy knew just where there was a whole cunt full now-just waiting to be drunk. . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
The burly ram came striding up the grassy slope, following the spoor of heated pussy. His enormous cock was jutting out so long that the brute had to step out gingerly and nimbly around it, placing his hooves carefully. At the far end of his cock-stalk, his fleecy cum bags were blown up like woolly balloons and his bind legs were nearly bowed out around them.
Topping the rise, the ram halted and gazed down on the bizarre scene below. His amber eyes drank in the juicy details, sending message, to his mind.
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It was confusing to the dumb beast, but his keen nostrils told him what awaited below.
He snorted and tossed his heavily horned head up, pawing at the ground with one hind hoof. He didn't know what the girls were doing, nor why. He could see that the familiar dark haired girl had her head buried in the strange blonde girl's groin, but the ram had no idea whatsoever about lesbian love.
The mystery was beyond the beast, and yet his nose told him that it was an erotic encounter and his gigantic cock throbbed in response.
He saw, too, that the hated hound was mounted on the dark girl's haunches and humping away merrily. The ram had never had sex with Lucy-nor with any female that wasn't wooly, in fact-but because they were doing it animal fashion he understood that they were fucking.
It enraged the powerful creature to think that the wretched sheep dog was getting laid. He watched the dog's prick vanish, and then emerge, slathered with the sweetly scented juices of the girl's loins. The ram snorted and blew, slobber spraying from his lips.
It was easy to disdain the dog's cock, since his own cock was considerably larger-yet he could not deny the fact that the dog's prick was being submerged in a pussy while his own formidable prick was being neglected.
It was a situation that needed to be rectified.
Warily, but enthusiastically, the muscular creature began to move down the hill, slinking low to the ground.
Old Shep was pumping jerkily now, slogging away in Lucy's pussy and draining off the dregs.
Emptied, he clung to her haunches for a few moments, panting and slobbering over her ass. Then he began to pull his prick out of her pussy. It came out very slowly, dragged against the suction of her cunt. His cock-head stuck fast in her pussy for a moment and the doggy wondered if they had become tied, as often happened when he fucked a bitch in heat. He shuddered at the thought of needing a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over their linked loins, but then the naked red knob pulled free.
He hopped down from Lucy's hips, his cock swinging around and dipping up and down, the knob dripping juice onto the ground.
Lucy's vacated cunt remained open in a wide oval, her cunt-slot retaining the shape of the doggy prick that had just withdrawn from her fuck-box. Coot-cream and dog jism flooded out and washed down her groin, spilled down her kneeling thighs. Lucy wriggled her ass around and her head wallowed in Sarah's crotch at the other end.
Sarah had finished cumming by this time but greedy Lucy was sucking up the seepage.
Sarah stroked Lucy's head lovingly and squirmed against her mouth gently, but now that Sarah's cunt was so well milked off, the girl was more hungry than horny.
She looked at the dog.
His cock was sinking and his balls were in a state of collapse and Sarah sighed wistfully, wondering when she was finally going to get a bellyful.
Old Shep twisted his neck and shoved his head down and licked the head of his prick. Sarah .whimpered, wishing she were doing that. The dog's cock looked even more scrumptious now that it had been soaked by cunt-juice, and Sarah was ok to taste that cream-on-meat confection -especially now that Lucy had taught her that valuable lesson and she knew that a girl didn't have to be a dyke to eat pussy.
She reached out, groping for Shep's sex tackle, but the dumb brute was satisfied now, having shot his bolt twice, and he moved away, sidestepping. His red knob slid back inside the hairy sheath and the whole shooting match began to retract back into his loins.
Lucy raised her head, jaws dripping. "Enjoy that?" she purred.
"Oh, yes-but-but I still wanna swallow some fuck-juice, Lucy-lovely, hot, thick animal jizz."
Lucy grinned fiendishly, looking forward to
serving just such a hot snack to her blonde
cousin.
"I'm full of it," she whispered.
Sarah's eyes flickered and a demure smile turned up the comers of her trembling lips. She wanted to suck her cousin's cunt, anyhow, and the fact that it was flooded with doggy slime made it even more mouthwatering. It even helped the previously innocent young lady to justify cunt-lapping, if she needed to, by believing that she wasn't sucking cunt for its own sake, simply accepting it as a vessel by which the doggy spunk would be delivered to her lips.
"Can I-suck it out of you?" she whined.
Lucy began to move up the blonde girl's body. Her foaming coot slid along Sarah's belly, laying a slimy trail. Then she straddled Sarah's up thrust tits.
Sarah arched, whimpering. Lucy ground her groin around on Sarah's tits. Cunt nectar and dog cum coated the girl's nipples and streamed down the plump mounds and soaked into her tit cleavage.
Lucy's clit throbbed against a swelling nipple as that insatiable milk maid began to simmer again. Well fucked by the animal, she was ready for human head now.
She rose up and knelt over Sarah's face. Her pussy was wide open and Sarah stared right up her creamy fuck -sleeve, whimpering hungrily gazing at that delicious sight like a child looking in the window of a ,bakery full of succulent cream buns and honey rolls and �clairs. .
Lucy's clit shot out like a sea-to-air missile launched from a swamp. As that taut nugget pulsed, Sarah's eager tongue throbbed, as if by sympathetic vibration.
"Feed me, Lucy-sit on my fucking face!" the blonde girl moaned, craning her neck up. Her tongue was already lapping at the air even before she had made contact and her mouth was open like a baby bird's waiting to be fed.
A gooey blob of slime dripped from Lucy's clit and splashed on Sarah's lower lip, hot and heavy and so thick that it was almost solid.
Her tongue slid across and gathered the drop up. Sarah sighed with joy as she savored it on her taste buds. She could tell it was a blend, her palate differentiating between the musky, gamey flavor of doggy jism and the more delicate spice of cunt cum.
She swallowed that single fat drop, whetting her appetite for more-for the whole cunt full.
She held her dark -haired cousin by the hips and pulled her pelvis down, thrusting her face up at the same time. Lucy's ass-cheeks cushioned on Sarah's tits-and she lowered her cunt onto the girl's willing face.
Sarah's tongue shot up Lucy's fuck-hole and her lips clamped to the soaking slot. With the very first taste, Sarah knew she was a confirmed cunt-lapper-that no matter how many cocks she sucked and fucked with, she would always welcome the variation of a creamy cunt.
She knew instinctively just how to eat out that succulent, spunk-drenched delight, as well. It was the most natural thing in the world-and one of the most delicious, as well. Sarah used her tongue like a whisk, flailing the nimble pink slab around in Lucy's pussy as her lips pulled and suckled on the rim and clit.
Lucy rode her cousin's head as if she were mounted on a blonde saddle. Her heart-shaped ass jerked from side to side and her thighs rippled with sinew as she went up and down as if posting at a trot.
A tide of cunt cum, streaked through with thicker threads of dog jism, washed over Sarah's eager tongue and poured past her parted lips.
She swallowed hungrily and sucked for more.
Her mouth was stuck on Lucy's pussy like a moist limpet on a mossy rock. She nursed on the girl's stiff clit as if suckling on a nipple and Lucy's cunt fed her a steady flow of pussy milk.
Sarah was going suck crazy.
She adored everything about eating pussy, the taste and the texture and the heated temperature. She thought that her tongue was going to melt as she slapped it deeply up into that furry furnace.
Cream sloshed into her mouth and slid on down her gullet. Her belly was filling up with the precious goo. She sucked industriously, milking out the last of the animal spunk and gulping it down. Now she was drinking unadulterated cunt cream-and cherished that wholesome and nourishing nectar, ingesting it with gluttonous rapture.
She knew it would be even more exciting when her cousin creamed in her lips, when she felt her cunt ripple and pulse and the cunt-juice turned to cum cream.
"Juice me, Lucy-slime my tongue," she whimpered, her lips moving on Lucy's cunt. She kneaded the farm girl's firm ass-cheeks and drew her dark vee right to her face, trying to sink her whole head into that gooey grotto.
Lucy's clit was so swollen now that it was like sucking on a small prick. Her cunt-lips glued themselves to Sarah's mouth in a foaming French kiss.
"Oooooh-I'm melting!" Lucy wailed.
Her cunt dissolved as the waves rushed across her belly and shot up her thighs and came crashing together in the core of her cunt.
Sarah whimpered with bliss as the delicious flood from her cousin's fuck-hole got hotter and creamier. It had been like sweet milk before but now, as Lucy surged to the crest, it was coming out like heated honey, like melting molasses, streams of the fuck-juice pouring from her pulsing pussy and sliming down Sarah's gullet.
Sarah sucked and swallowed, gasped and gulped and gobbled greedily on the creaming crumpet and Lucy jerked spasmodically as her cumming wracked her loins.
At the very peak, she cried out like a beast, and then sagged over that blonde head. Her tits bobbled saucily and her ass wriggled on Sarah's tits. She stayed mounted on the facial saddle while Sarah tongued out the last creamy drops and sucked off the final spasms.
Sarah gazed up, the top of her face bared and the lower half still sunk in Lucy's raven vee.
Lucy beamed down at the girl.
"You re a sweet cunt-sucker, Sarah," she purred and Sarah smiled happily at the welcome compliment.
Lucy could feel that smile pressed to her pussy.
She moved away slowly and her pussy pulled off Sarah's mouth like a plunger.
She sank down on the ground and Sarah rose up on one elbow.
"What'11 we do next?" asked that greedy guest.
With her first delicious cunt-lapping session behind her, Sarah was as eager as ever to cavort with the various beasts of the field in a farm yard frolic.
Lucy grinned, delighted that her sexy little
visitor was as insatiable as she was.
Then Old Shep gave a yelp.
Thinking that the sheep doggy was ready to perform again, signifying his eagerness by that yelp, the two naughty cousins turned toward the dog. To their mutual amazement, the doggy came tumbling past them, end over end. Old Shep flopped down, and then sprang quickly to his feet. The girls were puzzled by the dog's strange behavior and by that tumbling motion. They saw that his cock was limp, his balls slack and that there was a look of terror in his doggy eyes.
Then they saw why. A few yards away stood the mighty ram, his heavily horned head lowered, snorting and pawing at the ground like a maddened Spanish fighting bull.
The ram had finally got a chance to toss the hated sheep dog on his horn rack. Old Shep was normally too canny and wary to let the ram butt his ass, but now he had been hunkered down, concentrating on the girls in their play. The doggy had been curious and interested, wondering what magic there was about humans that allowed such obviously erotic exercise between two of the same sex. His head had been cocked to one side and his tongue was lolling out from the edge of his fanged jaw and his eyes registered doggy curiosity.
He had watched Sarah's tongue dip into Lucy's fragrant fuck -bowl and his own lapper had started to tingle and slobber for another snack.
With all of his attention fastened upon the girls, he had been completely unaware of the approach of his formidable foe, the heavy horned ram.
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That worthy, woolly, sex sultan, so long frustrated by the dog, had seized the opportunity-and with a- mighty toss of his head, had sent the dog tumbling like a clump of sage brush past the girls.
Now the ram was preparing to charge again.
But Old Shep, all of his amorous thoughts fleeing in his fear, turned and raced off, his head down and his tail between his legs, yelping in dismay.
The ram looked smug and satisfied.
And then the ram looked at the girls.
Sarah, that citified creature, seemed bewildered but her country cousin was giggling as she realized that the ram had at long last taken his revenge.
But then she stopped giggling as she gazed at that burly ball o_ wool-and saw that he had a huge hard-on!
"Holy shit," she gasped.
Sarah followed her gaze-and gulped. The beast's gigantic prick was looming out like a huge tube of cotton wool with a glossy black stopper on the end.
The girls exchanged a glance.
"Want some ram rod?" asked Lucy. And, of course, Sarah did . . .
CHAPTER NINE
Harry Everest had another hard-on. He was sitting in the pine paneled living room of his sister's farm house, thinking about how his daughter had tossed him off and, naturally, his balls had begun to bloat and his big prick stiffened. It had been naughty and he was ashamed. But it had been thrilling, too, and Harry was struggling with his conscience, wondering if he should let his little girl beat his meat off again. He wondered if a hand job was incest, and as if, she had been automatically summoned by his incestuous thoughts, his sister walked in. Meg was a tall lady with an hourglass figure and a silken mane of auburn hair. Harry had often pumped his prick while he thought naughty things about his sibling and he looked up appreciatively now.
Meg sat beside him.
He wondered if she had noticed his hard-on. Trying to appear casual, he said, "Well, Sis, how are you getting on now that you're divorced? Isn't it kind of lonely out here?"
She shrugged.
"Well, I ain't getting enough prick, for one thing," she told him. "I been screwing the hired hand once in a while, but he smells like a barnyard and, besides, he ain't got much of a cock." She smiled diffidently. Her eyes dropped, lashes fluttering. "Speaking of cock-it looks like yours is ready to plow a whole fucking pasture."
Harry blushed, but grinned.
"I got horny because-" he hesitated "-well, it seems that Lucy told Sarah that one of her chores on the farm is-well-jacking off the stallion."
"That got you hot, huh? Well, my Lucy is sexy enough to make anyone horny."
"Is-is it true?" he croaked.
"Mummm? What? About the horse?", "Ah, sure. He gets real mean if we don't keep his balls milked."
Harry looked fascinated.
"I do it, myself, sometimes. It's fun, too, in a kinky kind of way. I know Lucy enjoys it. The only thing is what with not getting enough fucking myself it makes me too damned horny when I jerk the bastard off. I mean, there's this whopper cock, it's like a fucking telephone pole-and all I can do is frig it, 'cause it's too fucking big to let him stuff it up my cunt."
Harry was gasping at her words.
His prick must have been insignificant in comparison with a stallion's, but it was plenty big for a guy, and now it was hammering so hard it threatened to rip right through his pants. He glanced speculatively at Meg. His own daughter had jerked him off and Harry was starting to wonder if his frustrated sister might share his fascination with breaking the taboos of incest. She said that she needed prick and Harry sure had one all hot and ready to be served and the connection was evident.
"Errrr-anything I can do for you, Sis?" he croaked, looking at her warily.
"You got the hots for me Harry?" she asked, giving him a vixenish look.
Harry grinned guiltily. He was very much aware that his sister was still staring at his crotch.
"Always did have, Sis," he admitted. "When we were kids, I used to make believe that my fist was your cunt or mouth while I pounded it off."
"Oooooh? I used to think about you when I was finger-fucking myself, too," Meg confessed.
They peered longingly into each other's eyes, a tacit understanding springing back and forth between them. An aura of proscribed passion filled the room, electricity jumped along their searching gaze.
"Wanna fuck me, brother?" she whispered, modestly.
"I wanna fuck your ass off, Sis," he replied.
Meg smiled radiantly. Her big tit-tips were straining at her blouse almost as much as his prick was straining at the fabric of his fly and the fragrance of her pungent pussy perfume permeated the room.
"Why the fuck not?" was what she said.
Feeling almost shy, being brother and sister and knowing it was very naughty, Meg and Harry began to take their clothing off, watching each other disrobe.
She shrugged from her blouse, fat tits thrusting out. Her rosy nipples were like high caliber bullets, making her brother's mouth water as he admired the sibling slopes.
Then he stepped out of his trousers and briefs and Meg's mouth salivated, in turn, as she looked longingly upon that massive cock full of brotherly love.
She dropped her skirt and wriggled from her panties, then stood naked for his titillation. Her waist was narrow and her ass hips, and tits swelled out voluptuously. Her vee was a wild tangle of auburn curls, thrusting out toward Harry as he jerked her loins forward. His head spun dizzily at the delightful display and his cock stood up like a periscope, as if it, were studying her naked charms.
Meg spun through a slow circle, letting him look at her from all sides and angles. Her pelvis was a fluid pump, her haunches horny hammers, her thighs designed to be wrapped around a rutting lover. As he admired her, she looked approvingly on his formidable cock and balls, whimpering at the thought of all the brotherly love his tackle contained.
She moved to him and they embraced with far more than sibling affection. They kissed, mouths grinding together and her belly squirmed against his towering cock.
His head dropped onto her fat tits, nursing and suckling in the tips. She slid a hand down between them and fondled his swollen cum bags, then pulled her fist up his stalk, stroking him slowly and causing his mushroom-shaped cock head to flare like a heated branding iron against her belly.
Nuzzling her tits, Harry slid his hand down over the slope of her wide, firm-mounded ass cheeks and dipped into her groin from behind.
She wriggled against him as he pushed his middle finger up into her cunt-hole and felt her inner walls pull and suck invitingly.
The suction on his finger seemed to shoot through his body and make his cock ripple in her hand, anticipating how it was going to feel when her squeezebox of a cunt was milking on his pounding prick.
Meg took him by the wrist and pulled his hand out of her crotch, lifting it playfully to her lips. Gazing into his eyes, she licked at his juice coated finger, purring at the taste of her own pussy.
"Can you cum twice, Harry?" she whispered. "Shit, yes!" he croaked.
"Then let me take your first load in my fucking mouth-I always wanted to suck you off and swallow all of your steaming hot slime."
His delighted smile cracked the whole bottom half of his face wide open and his prick lurched savagely at the prospect of being milked in her sensual mouth.
A blowjob from his sister! It was the stuff of Harry's wildest dreams comes to reality-wet dreams about to become creamy waking actuality in her hungry mouth! His incest oil was starting to boil and bubble over already, seeping in frothy globs out of his piss-hole. Running her hand up his stalk and across his knob, Meg moaned when she felt that sticky flow. She raised her arm and licked his preliminary goo from her palm.
"Yummy," she purred, scooping up another gooey load from his smoking-hot slab and rubbing her lips against her hand, absorbing his spunk like a sponge.
She slowly sank down to her knees. Her brother's heavy rack loomed up in her face. For a few moments Meg just stared at his meaty cock, enjoying the pleasure of the anticipation. The heat radiated into her face and her nose twitched as she breathed in his pungent aroma. Then her head ducked down and she started tonguing his cum bags with moist, slurping laps, worshipping the bloated balls that held her brother's sweet, sibling slime.
Then she began to lick up his cock -shaft with long, flattened strokes fluttering her tongue and lips against the sensitive spot where his cock head wedged out from the rod. Pre-cum trickled down his shaft and Meg mouthed it up as her lapper drew slowly up along the pulsing vein. Harry stared down, fascinated at the sight of his prick looming up in his sister's radiant face and watching Meg's mouth brush lovingly up to the knob.
She turned her face down, neck bowing as she lowered her head over his sex rig.
Her hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock-meat. Meg whimpered and Harry moaned. She nursed on his cock -head' for a while, twisting the color of her lips around on it and flashing her tongue against the flaring underside. Then her head began to jump on his fuck -stick.
Harry humped up to meet her in the knee trembling position, shoving his prick deeply into her face as she ducked down his long, hammering cock -stalk.
Harry was panting like a locomotive, turned on by the sensation of her skillful sucking and by the fact that it was his own sister's mouth working on his cock. Meg was panting, too, her breath billowing down his prick as she pulled her lips up to the top, working herself into a sucking frenzy on that delicious hunk of incestuous cock-meat.
The thrill began to build instantly in Harry's horny loins and his balls swelled, ready to blow out.
"Oooooh-cream my mouth, brother-use my fucking mouth for a scum bucket Harry!" Meg gasped on his lunging knob, and then dived to the root again. Her words broke off in a gasp and a gurgle, as if she were gargling on his cock meat, frantic for the hot mouthwash of his greasy geyser.
Harry held a hand behind her head, urging her to bob down, but Meg needed no guidance. Her head pumped eagerly onto his vibrating cock, swallowing to the hilt.
"It's comin', Sis!" he croaked.
She pounded her head down as he fucked up into her face on cum strokes. Driving up from his toes, his thighs jolting and his ass jerking.
His balls rolled - up under her chin as he stuffed his prick in to the root. He was ready to blow his wad but fighting to hold back, loving this face-fucking and wanting to prolong it as long as he could.
Meg had her hands on his hips, not using them on his cock, wanting to do the whole delicious job with her mouth. Her head went steadily up and down, moist lips fluting on his stalk as she gobbled him in balls-deep. She was bobbing on his prick as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel.
"Here it comes, Sis!" he gasped.
His cum spilled out like vanilla milk shake into his sister's magic mouth.
"Ulphhh-umpffff!" she gulped, as great tides of creamy fuck-juice deluged her maw.
"Swallow my cum!" Harry moaned, pumping in and spurting another geyser back into her throat.
Meg was gulping the thick, frothy stuff down gluttonously. She loved the taste of cum and adored this load from her brother's balls, thrilled by the dark knowledge that she was eating forbidden fruit.
She pushed his prick down and took a squirt in her gullet, then pulled up and took another slimy spurt onto her tingling tongue. Harry was staggering and wobbling, legs going shaky, but he never lost the rhythm, never missed a stroke, keeping to the beat as he drummed his liquid lust out into his sexy sister's voracious maw. He was cumming hugely, plastering her cheeks, painting the roof of her mouth, whitewashing her tongue as the sibling sap just kept on creaming out. His cock-sucking sister worked blissfully away, milking him to the bone.
When his prick stopped pumping, Meg stopped jumping her head on it and, holding the knob in her lips, nursed out the last sweet trickles.
Harry groaned, swaying slightly, as if the man might have collapsed, had he not been suspended on his meaty prick, stuck fast in his sister's face, his cock thrust firmly into her supporting mouth. She cupped his balls then, squeezing them gently, to make sure they were drained off. Her hand slid on up to his stalk and, squeezing it as if she were getting the last drops out of a toothpaste tube, she drew her fist up and milked out a final spunky glob from his piss-hole.
She drew her lips from his prick and looked up at her brother's twisted face, smiling devilishly. He grinned back, affirming that he had no regrets or remorse now that the incestuous oral sex was ended. Then his grin became a grimace of passion as his sister parted her lips and let him stare right into her open mouth as she swallowed the last slimy traces of his sibling spunk.
She used her nimble, spunk-smeared tongue to gather up the stray drops from his stalk and balls. Her pink tongue was coated with a film of fuck-juice. Her sweet lips frothy and a creamy trickle running down her chin.
Harry's prick still stood rampant and rock hard.
She had emptied off his load, but his potent prick was as fat and firm as ever, standing like a petrified pillar before his belly.
Now it was fucking time.
Meg hoped that the kids didn't come home and interrupt them before they were finished.
But she needn't have worried. . .
CHAPTER TEN
The mighty white ram stood like some bestial phallic symbol, some mythical animal idol, and some primitive god of lust, hoofed like man and hung like Hercules.
Sarah and Lucy grinned delightedly.
The powerful brute snorted and pawed and tossed his horns around, nose flaring as he scented their arousal but, being a dumb brute, not certain how to approach them. His fucking experience had been limited. Without a fleecy ass on which to cling, he didn't know how to proceed. But those naughty girls knew how.
"I've been kind of greedy, I guess," Lucy admitted. "You can have first crack at the mutton."
"Ooooh-yeah!" Sarah enthused.
"You wanna suck him off or fuck him?" The blonde girl hesitated, torn by indecision. "Oh, gee-I can't decide," she whined. "My mouth is a fully hungry for animal cock -but my cunt is horny, too!"
"Yeah, that's always a problem," agreed the raven-haired farm girl. Then she smiled. "I'll ten you what, Sarah-why don't you fuck with the ram now-and then we can go to the barn and I'll jerk the stallion off in your mouth!" Sarah squealed with anticipation.
"The horse's prick is too big to fuck, but he'll feed you a lovely load-after you get your cunt creamed off on the ram's big prick, honey." She gazed at the prick in question and giggled.
"It's all wooly and white," she said. "It looks like a giant tampon."
Sarah giggled. It did, in fact, look like a tampon-and it was going right where a tampon belonged.
The girls crawled up to the beast that lowered his head and eyed them, his horns swinging. But he wasn't about to butt them as he had the hated doggy-he had another horn on which to toss one of those aromatic human ewes.
Lucy took the animal's cock in both hands and frigged back, skinning his knob out naked. That enormous slab glistened like wet obsidian. It was going to be like stuffing a lump of hot onyx up her cunt, Sarah thought.
Leaning in, she licked the glossy black tip.
She purred at the succulence of that mutton.
It was even more gamey and musky than doggy cock.
Lucy slid in and, cheek-to-cheek with her blonde cousin, lapped on the ram's meaty cock knob. It was really, really delicious, she thought, wondering why she hadn't thought about sucking and fucking with the creature before. She was sure going to do it a lot, from now on. She thought that the meat, hot as any roast lamb, might be scrumptious with mint sauce.
The two naughty cousins tongued allover the beast's huge black cock-head and slurped at his piss-hole. Their lappers slid together on his slab. A huge glob of ram spunk oozed out. The stuff looked as white as his wool as it slid down the jet black meat wedge.
Sarah slurped it up.
Another gooey blob bubbled out and Lucy gathered it on her tongue, tasting it, and then swallowing it.
The ram stood with his feet widespread and his head twisted around, watching them, mystified by what was happening but loving the alien sensations of their tongues.
If girls took it in the wrong end, it was just fine with the randy ram. He began to hump, shoving his white cock -stalk out and pushing his black knob into their faces.
Licking that scrumptious mutton was really lovely and Sarah was sorely tempted to let the ram fuck her face. But she knew that she had a load of stallion spunk to look forward to ahead of her, one might say-and she resisted the urge to take his dribbling knob into her mouth. She sat back on her ass, then dropped down onto the ground and arched deeply under the ram. Her head and shoulders were braced in the grass and her ass and hips were thrusting up so that her groin was level with the animal's sex tackle. She opened her thighs wide apart.
"Put the fucker up my cunt, Lucy," she whimpered.
Lucy was pleased to assist in such a pleasant prospect, envying her blonde cousin such a thrilling cunt full but knowing there would be plenty for her in time. Kneeling, she slid one hand under Sarah's up thrust ass, helping to support her loins at the right elevation. She hooked her other arm around the ram's prick. She pulled his cock-head into Sarah's pussy.
The ram bellowed, spraying slobber, realizing that now his cock was in the right place although he still felt confused without any fat, fleecy haunches to mount. Fucking face to face seemed almost like perversion to the beast. His ebony cock-knob flared and throbbed in Sarah's creamy cunt-slot. It was so fat and wide that Lucy, studying the situation, wasn't sure that it would fit.
But Sarah's pussy was pliable and well lubricated by cunt- juice and drool. The pink lips clutched at the slick meat of the beast's cock head, parting around it and starting to suck it in like a greedy mouth.
Lucy watched the ebony slab slowly vanish up into those coral-pinked folds. One third of that wide wedge was buried, then half of it. With a slurping sound, the whole naked mutton chop sank in.
Sarah squealed with joy. Her pussy-ring clamped tightly around the woolly white stalk, collaring his cock just behind the buried knob. The lithe teenager wriggled and squirmed deliciously, stuck on the end of the ram's iron-hard prick.
The beast pumped his prick muscles. Sarah bobbed up and down on the end of the lever, her ass touching the ground, then flipping up as his sinewy cock-shaft pulsed and throbbed and jolted.
Sarah began to pump her hips, wanting more of that huge cunt-stuffer up her fuck-tunnel. The unfurled slot pushed down on his prick, taking an inch or two of fleecy cock-stalk in behind the enormous, flaring head.
As his fat cock stuffed her cunt full, cunt cream oozed out and ran down his prick like ointment on a white bandage, unguent seeping from her open wound. The horny brute began to hump then. With his cock fitted up her cunt, the creature began to realize that fucking face to face, without being mounted on haunches, as easily accomplished when his lover was human. The ram jolted his haunches and hooked his cock deeper. Inch by inch, that woolly weapon sank in. Sarah, squealing with bliss, shoved her hips down to meet his thrusts and rolled her pelvis sinuously from side to side so that she was helping him to penetrate deeper 'by screwing her cunt-hole around on his bolt. With a grinding lurch, the mighty ram sank his prick in to the fleecy hilt.
Sarah gasped. Nothing had ever been up her cunt so deeply, nor spread the tunnel out so wide. It felt as if his flaring cock-head must be halfway through her torso, threatening to come out her mouth. The slab steamed and pulsed in the foaming core of her cunt as if she had stuffed a smoldering lump of anthracite up her fuck-hole. The prick was pumping like a wooly lever up her clinging fuck-tunnel. His cock jerked up and Sarah swayed under him on the see-saw of his stalk. The beast held his cock buried for a moment getting some brutish thrill out of having all of his heavy prick buried in her squeeze box of a cunt.
His balls ballooned against her up thrust ass and her pink pussy-lips were plastered around the thick root, gooing heavily into the fleece. No mutton cunt had ever felt so good, not even the tenderest lamb loins had been so satisfying, and no jaded ewe had evoked such erotic ecstasy. He pulled back against the suction of her fuck-box. His prick was plugged up her so tightly that at first he simply dragged the girl back on his cock.
Then she braced as his prick came sliding out as it had gone in, inch by precious inch, and the fleece all frothy with her juices. Sarah's cunt-lips pulled out, distending on his stalk on the slow back stroke, her pussy almost turning inside out as it clung to the withdrawing cock-meat.
The ram hauled his cock out until only the smoking-hot knob was stuck in her cunt, paused, to stamp one hoof on the ground and snort, and then humped the whole huge shaft back into her quivering cunt.
Sarah jerked on the thrust, feeling as if her hipbones were going to jump out of their sockets, thinking that his cock-head must be bumping her heart and lungs out of the way to make room for its thundering passage.
The beast began to fuck her furiously then, shoveling his prick into her cunt like a ramming ram. Sarah met him with equal vigor; slamming her nimble loins down as he poured the prick in and twisting spasmodically as he hauled it back out from her sucking cunt.
"Fucking hell-fucking shit!" Lucy was gulping as she watched that mighty cock -rod pumping in and out, wondering where in hell it was all going.
The ram plunged in and his balls swung out, heavy as sandbags, thumping against Sarah's tilted ass. She could feel his jism slosh inside the sacs as they hit her curved ass. His prick sank into her steaming oven steadily, bubbling and boiling as it greased her fuck -hole with pre-cum.
His woolly prick had been silky soft when he first dipped it into her, the pelt all velvet smooth, but now as it juiced up in her soaking coot-tunnel it was getting coarser, and the friction was becoming delightfully abrasive. It felt like a tube of sandpaper plunging up her fuck grotto, filing and grinding her to melting goo.
Sarah began to cream on his cock. As her cunt-hole melted, the ram's prick slid in faster through the grease. The mutton sizzled up into her loins and came out dripping, matted with cunt-oils.
Sarah threw her legs up and pressed her thighs around his fleecy flanks, riding him from below. The beast was bellowing savagely as he soared to the peak.
His balls went off like a bomb and his ram jet shot into her cunt so hard that he almost blew the slender teenager right off the end of his cock. The ram jolted in steadily, hosing her fuck box with spurt upon spurt, pumping so much fuck juice into her that Sarah thought her loins must be inflating on the load, filling up like a blow-up doll on his valve.
Her cunt was creaming delightfully every time she felt more ram sauce jet into her cunt-core. She flopped and thrashed and churned, spinning around like a maddened whirling dervish on his cock.
Snorting, the powerful beast drained off the dregs. He shook his bead, stunned. He stopped humping. His cock snapped up and Sarah swayed on that .lever, bobbing gently up and down under the spent brute. Her cunt muscles pulsed and rippled, milking a few last greasy drops from his piss-hole while the final ebbing spasms shook he; convulsively. The animal stood with his legs braced and his homed head lowered, haunches quivering. His prick was still swollen but now, with his bestial lust expended, the hard stalk began to bend from the root.
As the cock-rod angled down, Sarah slid along it, and then dropped off his knob. Her ass bounced on the earth and his prick, freed of her weight, snapped back up into her face. Naturally, Sarah slurped the greasy knob into her mouth and sucked on it with relish, loving the mixture of cunt cum and greasy ram drippings. She nursed and swallowed with gusto. She was sitting on her ass now, her knees lifted up and her thighs apart. Her cunt was still open in an oval, stretched wide by the mutton load, and her vacated cunt-slot was bubbling over like a stew bowl on the boil.
Lucy dove on that delicacy eagerly. Opening her mouth wide, she clamped her lips around her blonde cousin's cum-filled cunt-gash and began to suck the animal slime out hungrily. Ram cum was greasy and oily and so succulent that it made her eyes water as she gulped it down, her face buried in the bubbling bowl as she lapped up the lamb stew, finding the meaty soup delicately spiced by just the right amount of cunt cum, like some culinary perfection, seasoned and sauced and spiced into a wholesome and tantalizing blend. Raven-haired Lucy sucked Sarah's cunt dry, slobbering so greedily that the stuff was spilling down her chin as if she had no table manners at all.
Blonde Sarah was polishing the ram's meaty cock-head to a glossy luster. When she drew her mouth off his knob, it gleamed like a lump of wet jet.
The ram rumbled in his throat and stepped away.
Jerking her pussy in her cousin's eager face, Sarah looked wistfully at the ram as he retreated, seeing that his splendid cock was starting to sag and shrink back into a mound of soft cotton wool.
She hated to see it go. But then the insatiable teenager brightened and grinned as she remembered the stallion.
She waited until Lucy had sucked all the nectar out of her cunt-gash and looked up.
"Let's go blow that fucking horse!" Sarah cried.
Lucy was equally enthusiastic and the two cum-drinking cousins headed for the barn.
But they were too late.
The stallion was already in service. . .
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Harry and his sister had been fucking up a storm.
They had been hot for each other for years and now they were making the most of their incestuous adventure. Because Meg had taken his first load in her mouth-and also because his daughter had previously tossed him off -Harry was able to fuck for ages before he shot another wad.
They started on the floor, rather mundanely, with Harry mounted in the missionary position in what would have been sort of an ordinary fuck-had they not been brother and sister, enhancing the physical pleasure with the charm of depravity, the thrill of a broken taboo, the exciting awareness of sin.
Then Meg had rolled over and Harry had thrown it to her doggy fashion, kneeling behind' her ass and pumping the prick in like an animal-an appropriate position, although they didn't realize that, yet.
His cock still stiff and steadily filling with more fuck-juice, Harry flopped down on his back and his insatiable sister squatted on his towering cock and rode up and down on it, heavy tits bouncing, and ass dropping onto his trembling thighs as she squirmed down to the hilt of his cock.
Meg creamed three times.
Harry was still holding his third load back, to the greedy woman's delight.
She rode his cock facing him, then spun around and rode with her ass heaving up before his face. She pulled her pussy off, disengaging for a moment and, already facing in the reverse, settled onto him for a succulent sixty-nining session, creaming on his tongue.
They ran the glorious gamut, coupling like crazed mink. They fucked standing up, with her back to the wall in a knee trembler, then with her leaning against the window sill while he hammered in from under her jerking ass.
Then he could hold back no longer as his cock-meat hissed in and his sister's cunt sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Gasping Harry blew his load out into her fuck -box.
He staggered away, his prick snaking from her drenched pussy and starting to droop. Harry's legs failed him and he sank to his knees, feeling as if her cunt had sucked him hollow, as if even his bones had liquefied and spurted from his prick.
It had been a super fuck-but Meg still yearned for more of that sweet sibling affection. Kneeling over him, she mouthed his cock and balls, trying with all her considerable skill to suck him back up into yet another booming hard-on.
His cock quivered and tensed-but refused to turn to iron again. Whimpering with frustration, she swallowed the limp cock-meat right down her throat. Harry felt a bit sheepish about his failure-but didn't think that he should explain about his daughter having had a load, too.
Meg drew away, moaning as she eyed his useless prick and deflated cum bags, wanting more brotherly love in her cunt and her mouth and even thinking that it might be lovely to take a load up her asshole.
Then Harry had a clever thought. "Know what would really get me hard again, Sis?" he asked, looking excited.
"Anything!" she gasped, desperate for more cock.
"I'd love to watch you jerk off the stallion," he said. "That would make my cock stiff as a stone!"
Meg grinned happily. Milking off horse cock was always fun and the thought of having her handsome brother watch her do it was a kinky kick-and if it gave him another thundering hard-on, that was all the better.
"I'll do better than that," she purred. He raised his eyebrows. "Wanna watch me suck some horse cock? Humm, Harry-wanna see your sister drink stallion spunk?"
Harry gasped-and grinned. And off to the barn they went. . .
The brawny stallion raised his head and nickered softly as they approached. His wet nostrils fluttered and flared. Inhaling Meg's heated arousal, the potent brute began to become excited. He knew full well what Meg and Lucy did to satisfy him-and them selves and his gigantic cock began to expand and stiffen instantly.
He paid no attention to Harry.
Meg had pulled her clothes on for the trip to the barn, but now she quickly stripped down naked again, explaining that when the stallion got his rocks off the stuff sprayed all over the place and she didn't want to get her clothes slimy in case she couldn't manage to swallow it all.
That made sense to Harry, and he stripped as well. His cock was hanging down but already that meaty coil was starting to show signs of renewed vitality, inspired by the prospect of watching his sister give head to a horse.
He followed Meg into the stall. Looking at the stallion's intimidating-cock, Harry felt rather insignificant, his own prick looked puny. But it was huge by human standards and growing by leaps and bounds, starting to angle out and up.
Meg knelt at the horse's shiny flank.
She didn't touch him at first, just gazed at his cock as it swelled and elongated. It was as long as Meg's arm and as thick as her thigh, Harry calculated. The animal's cum bags were as big as bowling balls at the hilt of his rod and that enormous stalk loomed out so far that the knob was almost pushing out between his front legs.
The head had ballooned from the leathery sheath, standing out in a naked slab. It looked like it had been carved from mahogany, axed out of oak. The stallion's prick jutted out like a horizontal totem pole. Meg moaned as she gazed at that masterpiece, blowing onto it, then inhaling the musky aroma.
"Yummy," she purred, for her brother's benefit-but meaning it, as well. Her mouth was watering.
She grasped the horse's cock-shaft in both hands, barely able to span it in the double grip. She jacked back and his huge knob flared violently. Meg glanced back over her shoulder at her brother, grinning and sliding her tongue across her lips. Harry's handsome face was all contorted by lust.
"Lick his prick, Sis," he rasped.
She slid onto her hip, poised in front of the animal, her face just before his cock-head. Her eyes crossed as she turned her gaze in on the throbbing slab. She pumped back toward his balls and the naked knob loomed up, bulging from the leather sheath. The animal's piss-hole was open and a thick jism drop ran out, sliding sluggishly down the meaty crown like a plastic pearl. Meg's lapper flicked it up.
Harry groaned, clenching his hands, his jaw tight, and his eyes bulging out like hard-boiled eggs.
Meg turned her face up and let Harry see the gooey glob of horse cum running on her tongue.
Then she drank it down with a hungry moan. Harry felt dizzy with lust. He hadn't been sure if his sister was really going to suck off the stallion or if she had simply been saying it to excite him but now that he had seen her lap up the slimy drop of preliminary seepage he knew damned well that Meg was going to blow the brute. Yearning to see it, Harry dropped down to his knees and moved in for a closer look over her shoulder.
Meg began dancing her tongue against the slimy tip of the horse's cock-head, purring as the gamey flavor registered on her taste buds. More goo seeped out and she lapped it up. Her brother had his chin resting right on her shoulder now, staring fixedly down her jaw as he watched her tongue the meaty slab. Meg was slobbering all over the huge hunk. The meat glistened as if it had been waxed.
Harry's hands slid around to cup his sister's fat tits, squeezing and kneading the globes and pulling at the tips, but it was only a secondary interest as the man concentrated completely on watching her licking the animal's smoking-hot knob.
She pushed her pink tongue right up into the horse's gooey piss-hole, twirling it around. The stallion snorted and humped, haunches explosive with muscle. He drove his cock-head into her face, tilting her head back.
"Jeez, Sis-he wants to fuck you in the mouth!" Harry croaked. "Oh Meg suck his cock off!"
Meg needed no encouragement and already had her brother's full approval. She kissed the horse's knob as it pulsed against her mouth. Then she parted her lips wide and stretched them over his cock-head.
The horse nudged his knob into her willing maw and the oval of her lips closed around his stalk. His cock head was so enormous that the slab was filling Meg's mouth all by itself. There wasn't room for even an inch of cock-shaft.
She sucked, her cheeks indenting. Then both cheeks turned out in convex curves as the horse's cock-head ballooned, stuffing both at once.
Harry could hear the moist swishing sound of her lapper as she switched it back and forth against the underside of the meaty mouthful.
Ummmmm-ahhhhh!" She sighed, really relishing that gamey, gooey morsel. How silly she had been to jerk the animal off when she could suck him, instead! Meg wondered if naughty little Lucy had come to the same conclusions. The thought of it gave her a thrill. With her mouth full to the brim, the stallion's piss-hole was dribbling preliminary spunk straight down her throat and her lips were stretched out as wide as they would go around the throbbing rod. She stared down the length of his cock-shaft, watching his balls pulse and pump like a set of meaty bellows-longing for the moment when those massive sacks exploded and his stallion cum came pouring into her mouth.
She sucked and nursed on his cock-head and skimmed her open hands up and down his stalk, adding manual stimulation to the mouth work she was doing.
"Umphhfff," she gulped, as a blob of horse spunk went down her gullet like a raw oyster.
The stallion humped steadily, shoving her head around on the end of his cock, his long stalk standing out like a tubular bridge between his balls and her belly, ready to deliver the load for which she longed. His glossy neck arched as he peered around and down, in horsey wonderment at this mouth marvel, bemused by the fact that human mouths were fuck holes, but overjoyed by the discovery and frigging in with gusto. He nickered and neighed, whinnied and snorted, his lips rolling back from his big, blunt teeth and horsey slobber spraying from his muzzle.
Meg's lips were pulled out on his stalk as she tried to bob up and down, wanting his prick even deeper but finding the knob too fat for her throat.
Harry had an explosive hard-on by this time, even bigger and harder than it had been when they were fucking. He was rubbing it against her flank. He dipped a hand down and began to finger her cunt.
Meg would have smiled, had her lips not been stretched too wide to do so. The thought of having a horse prick in her head and an incest insertion up her cunt thrilled her. She squirmed up onto her knees, never removing her mouth from the stallion's cock head. Now she was kneeling under the tall beast, her face stuck on his prick and her ass hiked up invitingly. She gave her haunches a suggestive jerk.
Harry shifted and knelt behind her, his chin still resting on her shoulder as he watched her mouth working lavishly on the meaty animal cock. He gripped her by the hipbones and started to shove his prick up her cunt. Then he hesitated. He glanced down with a fiendish grin. As she squirmed, waiting for a cunt full, the firm cheeks of her splendid ass were parting, revealing the tiny brown bud of her shit-hole.
Harry had had quite a day. His teenaged daughter had jacked him off, he had fucked his sister in the mouth and then screwed her cunt in countless positions and now the overheated fellow was thinking that he might as well complete the cycle, experiencing every one of the possible couplings. Harry, in other words, had decided to fuck his sister up the shit-chute.
He dipped his bloated purple knob into her cunt and churned it around, getting it all juicy and oily and lubricated, greasing his cock-meat for the reaming. Then he slid it up through the crack of her ass, frigged through that tight crevasse a few times and, hiking up to change the angle, nudged the swollen tip into the puckered slot of Meg's back passage. He paused, wondering if she would object.
But Meg gave a happy gurgle and wriggled her ass on his prick. Muffled sounds came from her mouth and Harry knew that she was giving him enthusiastic permission to bugger her ass but the head of the horse's prick left no room for the words to come out. .
Holding her hipbones, Harry began to wedge his cock up into his sister's shit-hole. Her tiny bud rippled and parted to accommodate his knob and that bulging slab slipped on into the narrow slot. His cock-head was the fattest part of Harry's cock and he inched it in slowly, spreading her tunnel out, blazing a trail for his stalk to follow.
Meg jerked back to meet him and Harry's prick sank in to the hilt. His cock-head was buried in her ass and his balls were jammed down into her crotch, where her cunt was spilling juice out onto them.
He held it up her to the root, feeling her digestive tract working on him as if she were trying to digest his living cock in reverse. Her shit channel seemed to be swallowing his cock right up into her belly.
Then he began to hump her with long, slow, rippling strokes, stuffing her guts to the brim. As he fucked into her ass, he drove her head onto the stallion's cock, then the horse humped into her head and her ass jolted back, the curves of her cheeks slapping on his flat belly.
Meg was in paradise. With a prick about set to shoot into her digestive tract from opposite ends, the woman felt as if her body were spiked through and through, as if she were transfixed on prick like a pig roasting on a pit. She wondered if those two vibrant cock-heads might be bumping together somewhere in her belly. If their cum spray was going to splash into her in the same spot, like opposing tides washing a grotto.
The stallion's cock-head had swollen even more now. Her lips were pulled out so tight that she knew she could not have pulled her mouth off his knob even if she had wanted to. Once a woman swallowed a mouthful of horse prick, she had to finish the job before she could uncouple, for it had filled her maw to the very brim. Her jaw couldn't have opened, wide enough to spit it out. Not that she wanted to, for she was longing for his slime as much as the frantic stallion was yearning to empty his balls into her belly.
And now Harry's cock had ballooned, as well. The ring of her asshole was stretched on his stalk and she realized that an ass full of buggering cock was the same as a mouthful of horse meat. It was stuck up her shit-chute fast and he couldn't yank it out until he had filled her bowels with the boiling enema of his jism.
Stuck firmly at both ends of her digestive tract, Meg mouthed and buggered with joy, eagerly awaiting the steaming spurts of fuck juice at either end of her body, the sweet stuff hosing her to the brim. And, spiked helplessly on those cocks, Meg couldn't stop even when the girls walked in.
Lucy and Sarah came hurrying up, hand in hand, eager to enjoy a foaming load of horse juice.
"You gonna jerk your dad off again?" Lucy asked.
"Shit, yes-I'll suck him off, too-and he can fuck my cunt if he wants to!" Sarah vowed.
"Boy, I'd like to fuck with Uncle Harry, too," naughty Lucy squealed. She shot Sarah a saucy glance. "I think my mom is naughty with the horse too-I'd really love to eat out my mom's cunt!"
"Ooooh, yeah-I'd suck Aunt Meg and you could suck Daddy and we could do all sorts of naughty things!" Sarah wailed, thrilled by the idea-but not really believing that there was a chance for such depravity. And, already all keyed up by thoughts of bestiality and incest, the teenagers went into the barn-and almost passed out when they found their wildest dreams a thing of reality!
Meg was sucking the stallion's cock and Harry was fucking her up the ass and all the wonderful elements of their own desires were laid out before the girls!
The squeals of joy resounded through the barn and, unable to stop if they had wanted to, they churned together. The stallion hosed his horsey slime down Meg's mouth and Harry filled her guts with his brotherly love.
It took a long time before they were drained off.
And the cousins enjoyed the sights, as they eagerly waited to join in this farm-yard festivity. . .
