Animal Partners is an intense, closely knit story of four people who live isolated lives in the middle of rural America.
They are farmers and farmers' women. They live close to the ground, like animals, in the midst of other animals. Each of them, is close to the boiling point when the story opens. They have been working long, hard days in the hot sun-and they are all sexually frustrated in one way or another.
Mary and Swede are the married couple who run the farm. Their marriage has gone sour long ago, although they still engage in sexual intercourse as a matter of habit
Mary, however, begins to look to the animals for the release of her deep sexual tensions. She is shy, inhibited, sneaky even. She seduces animals whenever she gets the chance, if she's alone with them that is. We all grew up with Lassie. Mary has Bing, an equally handsome male collie who has something Lassie lacks; a penis. Mary also knows how to use Bing's educated tongue and lips on herself. And when Bing isn't enough for her, she also has Smoky the stallion. But that aspect of her sex life is too monstrous to describe here, it has to be read about to be believed.
Swede, her husband, is a hard-working, upright Scandinavian. He senses all the sexual currents around him but he's too moral a man to get involved in them.
Connie, Mary's lush, blonde and overripe seventeen year old sister; changes all that. Once Swede lets himself go with her, there is no stopping him. He goes from Connie to his hired man's buttocks to the joys of the animal kingdom.
Spence, the hired man, is an unusual psychological phenomenon as well. His ten inch penis always seems to be in a state of erection; in fact, he might be called a walking erection himself. Spence is the link between the human and animal kingdom. Sheep, cows, women, they're all the same to him. He leads several people as well as animals to the treadmill of sexual lust.
You, the reader, will reach your own verdict about the unnatural, warped lives these poor farming people lead. To be fair, one must consider not only the greed that made them create such bizarre sexual alliances, but also the isolated geographical conditions under which they live. This book tries to bring all the facts to the public eye before a final judgment is passed.
CHAPTER ONE
Spence grunted and lay back in the straw; noon had come, noon on a sweltering July day, and now time had come to rest and enjoy himself.
Enjoy himself. Spence grinned. He slid back his pants and his half erect cock lifted itself slowly and lazily up in the air.
His eyes searched the area but found nothing moving except the sheep in the center and one stray chicken. Spence was in the center of a quadrangle formed by a red barn, a weather-beaten blue stable, and two grey sheds. Farmer Swede, who owned all this, was too dumb to get in out of the noon sun, he was out mending fences, so Spence knew that if anyone walked in on him now it would be one of the two dames; Mary or Connie.
Connie was the one he wanted. Spence let his eyes roam over the dark insides of the stables, searching for the flash of her long blonde hair, as. his fingers began to glide over the swollen knob of his cock. Connie at seventeen was voluptuous, blonde, and wore almost nothing around the place. She was Mary's younger sister by seven years and, since Mary was married to Swede, Spence knew that he himself was the only target left for her lusts.
She'd be coming to him soon, Spence knew. And for the meantime, Spence got up, stroking his cock and shaking his head. You don't just go walking into the house of two women who are your employers with your own hard-on sticking on and then prong one. No; Connie was jailbait. Let her be the one to start it.
"Susie! Cum'ere! I'm taking you today."
Spence rubbed his spit into the red glans of his prick as he approached the trim ewe, grazing peacefully with her tiny lamb. Susie was coffee-colored with black markings on her face and hooves. She was a spunky one when she didn't feel like fucking, but Spence was confident he could fix that.
Without warning, he grabbed her two hind feet and slid her delicate, tapering hooves into the front of his boots. That was pleasure, feeling his fingers sinking through her wool onto slender, muscular thighs beneath. Her taut tendons and light bones gave him something solid to hang on to.
She was in position now. He parted her woolly buttocks to expose her cunt. Though it was no longer mating season, he was disappointed to find that her twat was neither bloody nor inflamed. He dug in his horned thumb until the ewe jumped. He had found her clit. Now the calloused pad of his finger rotated his small piece of flesh until he thought he felt it harden.
"Bahhhh, bahhh!" she let out and began to struggle.
Her struggles aroused him further. He closed his thumb and forefinger over the lips of her twat, and found them thickening with blood. He pulled them back to expose the grey flesh which the pink had been concealing. Spence, the hired man, knew from experience that the grey membranes would be the tightest and juiciest as his cock forced them back.
He waded into her now. The flaring tip of his cock was pressing up against the sheep's cunt now. She was tight and the delicate tip of his cock registered the pain of entry.
He shifted to get a better position and the rank musk of her urine and shit drifted up to his nostrils, turning him on further. He grabbed her thighs and forced her back onto his mighty meat.
"That's it, baby!" he chuckled as she twisted and turned on his spit. She was doing all the work, it was better than a blow job.
Hey! Was that the glint of sunlight or blonde hair disappearing behind the shed?
Was it his imagination again? That damn girl was with him day and night! Spence leaned over and grabbed the sheep by her woolly shoulders and laid his cheek on her neck. Susie was all he had just then, and he wanted to enjoy her all he could.
Her turning had slowed now, as she got used to feeling his prong way up in her intestines. In response, Spence began his own pumping, burying his shaft deep in her woolly buttocks. He knew he was hot and primed and wouldn't take too long now.
"Hold on, Susie Q., I'm on my way," he reassured her. With repeated fuckings he had come to feel something like love for this animal, and while he gloated in the pain that he caused her at a time like this, he also cared for her in the absent-minded way a millionaire might think of a mistress he had set up then taken for granted.
He felt his pelvis leap forward under its own steam now.
His cock felt smaller now, and it was moving forward fast and automatically like a dart or a sewing machine needle. Every few strokes he moved to a new angle and got new sensations on the head of his dork. The feeling of being a piston and of balls slapping on wool remained constant.
"Susie, that's it! Thatta' girl!"
The sheep kept backing up into him now. Her cunt grabbed his cock and squeezed and held his entire shaft. Why weren't women ever so simple and understanding and cooperative?
Spence felt his whole body rock back and forth with his thrusts now. Tingling was going on at the head of his cock, passing into his belly, and into his fingertips.
"Now, little Susie, if you care!" he told her sadly.
He bucked a final time. His knob grew huge in her cunt. He felt suspended in space for a moment, then shot his wad. His gism filled her twat.
His cock shrank even before the final pulsating came. He wrapped his dwindling meat sadly in his faded red bandana.
"Thanks, Susie," Spence muttered brokenly. He petted the ewe on the head. She looked back up at him and bleated.
Over at the water pump, Spence passed the harness that he held the different animals in when he fucked them. He didn't need it for Susie, and she was the only one. When you got a writhing cow, driven by its enflamed cunt to buck and kick out her hooves with eight hundred pounds of force behind them, that was a different story.
Spence finished washing off his cock and went back to his own quarters, a grey unpainted wooden cell in a corner of the barn. He took a long swig of whiskey, then flopped down on the bed. As he passed into unconsciousness he was back to his ever-present fantasy of unbuttoning Connie's blouse and implanting wet kisses on the soft golden skin of her belly.
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Connie strolled through the sunlight of the quadrangle toward the stable. She was rolling her lush hips and flouncing her full firm tits. The little things she wore over her hips were too scanty to be called hot pants. She wore a rolled up red bandana over her boobs of flesh that the bandana only left a slight imprint where the top part of her pink aureole could be seen receding under the red cotton. The bandana ended on the sides of her tits, and a string did the rest of the work for the improvised halter leaving the rest of her full, bouncing globes in plain sight.
Her long blonde hair was spread across her shoulders. All her skin was golden with the flesh pushing out in just the right places. At seventeen, she was full and voluptuous, with an overripeness of flesh at the beginning of her ass, the plateau of her belly just below the button, and at the inside of the upper part of her thighs.
Connie peered into the darkness of the stables; in fact, she went in and checked out stall after stall. But Spence was nowhere to be found.
Connie was a virgin. She looked sexy, talked sexy, and acted sexy, but underneath she was still a scared little girl.
Her passions were rising up in her. Sometimes she was afraid that she was too fat or too awkward with all the sudden growing she was doing. At five feet eight inches she stood taller than many of the other kids her own age, and that made her wonder about herself too.
Connie wanted a man to take her. She wanted to be explored, admired, and loved. She wanted a hot hard red cock stuck up her fuckhole by a man who really valued her. Then she would know for sure that she was a beautiful woman when a man wanted her and showed it.
One man would be the one to discover the delights of her innocent,, lush body. Any day now it would happen. Her fires inside her cunt were building up steam incredibly fast. Connie had just stepped onto the roller coaster ride of her passions that we all are on, and each moment her ride was getting faster, dizzier, and more out of control. Connie knew all this, she just hoped she'd be able to name the one who would first explore her. Spence, Spence, she breathed to herself as she walked across the farm.
Spence, S-p-e-n-c-e, she kept saying as she surveyed the quadrangle sadly, then set out for her accustomed place behind the barn.
She found some loose straw up against the back wall of the barn, and began stomping it down, preparing herself a nest, the way a dog does when he turns and turns on a blanket.
Connie raised her arms to the sweltering July sun and let it take power over her. In a second, her halter and panties were off, revealing her proud young body. The golden tan stretched over every inch of her skin, an indication of how much time she had spent basking out in the sun nude like this.
Her left hand ran down from her bare shoulders over her nipples to her soft belly while her right hand concentrated right at her clit.
Connie lay back heavily on the barn wall with a thump that awakened the occupant inside. As he heard his name being called, he sat up groggily, then put his eye to the crack that ran down the weather-beaten board by his bed.
"Oh Spence, I want you so much," she said, talking to him as she pressed down on her clit and rotated it.
"Spence," she was saying quietly and sadly to herself in a voice that Spence thought might turn to quiet tears any moment as she lay there curled up, naked in the intimate little space she had prepared for herself.
"Spence, you're holding me now; Spence, your arms are pressing into the small of my back; Spence, I can feel your hard-on pushing at my cunt...."
She was going on and on. Spence was getting a hardon listening to her, and he wondered if she had planted herself there deliberately next to his bed. He thought of going to her; he wanted to, but he remembered his earlier vows. As he looked through the crack, all he could see of her was her hair, a bare shoulder, a tit, and a knee.
It was while he was examining her in this way that he became aware of a new presence, possibly before she did, for she kept on babbling, "Spence, now your cock is between my lips."
"Connie, wake up. Swede's here!" Spence hissed. He wasn't able to tell whether Connie heard him or not.
Swede's shadow, stunted in the mid-day sun, moved in on the spread "V" of Connie's golden legs.
"SWEDE!" Connie cried out, shrinking into a ball of golden flesh.
Swede stood there, swaying uncertainly on long, lean denimed legs. He and Connie shared a fairness of flesh, but where Connie's light complexion blossomed golden in the sun, Swede's skin was a deep pink beneath closely combed almost albino hair. Silver -rimmed glasses added to the effect of deep seriousness, even rigidity or pretentiousness.
Swede finally knelt on one knee before her.
"Connie, what's the matter? Are you sick girl?"
He stroked her bare shoulder reassuringly ever as his perpetually lined forehead deepened into a frown.
Connie huddled there, her senses enflamed by her nudity, her , masterbating, her erotic fantasies, and the sun. His sudden presence had been a shock to her system, but in her present aroused state she was able to get a new awareness of Swede.
He was hot for her! She knew it, beneath his show of concern and his frequent absent-minded disapproval of her. And, she thought, he was quite good looking right now, and cute in his shyness and show of concern. When she thought of Spence, her whole system opened like a flower opening its. petals to the morning sun; with Swede, she enjoyed keeping herself sheltered' from his sun, but she'd reach out her hand to test its rays. And this was what she did.
"Swede," she said softly, dropping her hand on his knee, "I'm in trouble. Since you're my brother in law, I was hoping you might be able to help me."
He crouched closer to her, his frown deepening and his head nodding.
"Swede, I'm scared. Would you hold me?"
He took her hand and squeezed it.
"No. All of me. Put your arm around my shoulders."
He put one arm around her shoulders. She cuddled her head in under his soaking armpit, and wrapped her hand around his lean belly. He put his other arm around her beautiful knees and pressed her in close to him.
She saw a tell-tale point pressing out by his fly. She dropped her hand casually next to it and took pleasure in watching his embarrassed writhings. Was he trying to conceal his hard-on from her, or to place it squarely in her hand?
"Swede, I've got a problem."
"Tell me, baby," he murmured.
"Well, I'm a teenage girl now and sometimes I think about men and my body gets all excited. Like right now, see?"
She held up one of her tanned titties to him. It was so young and firm that it stuck out perpendicular from her body anyway. Held in her palm, it was as if she were holding out a luscious ripe fruit shyly to him.
"See what it's like Swede? There's a lump in my nipple as big as a marble. It feels so good it hurts."
He reached out his leaned, veined, heavily-calloused hand and stroked her tit gently, as if it were as tender as a new-born baby.
"You're right, Connie, you do have a problem. I've been blind all this time, living in the same house with you and not even knowing you were coming into heat."
He tightened his grip around her shoulders and held her tit in his hand. He ran his thumb over her tender jutting nipple in calm circles of exploration that were driving her up the wall. She could feel herself beginning to writhe in heat in Swede's arms.
"Swede, I know that I'm very young and a virgin and all that, but I ... I wondered if you could help me. I want to see what a man looks like. I've seen animals before but never a man."
She began kneading his thighs in her young, curious hands as she waited for his answer.
He looked into her eyes, his brows knitted then looked away at the ground. His shoulders twitched and he started to speak a few times, but he was overcome; he just couldn't get the words out.
Connie turned her luscious body around in his arms so that she was facing him now, her shoulders resting on his knees. She put his hand on her belly.
"Swede," she said, "I want to go down on you. I want to put your hard cock in my mouth and suck on you. I want to see what you taste like when you come."
She was panting as she talked now. This was the first time she'd tried out all this dirty talk and she wondered if she was saying it right. She'd snuck glances in some of Mary's dirty books that were hidden behind the shelves where the preserves were stored, and she'd memorized some of the sentences she'd read.
Her glance rose over Swede's shoulder to the darkness of the crack in the weather-beaten slat on the barn wall.
Spence, laying inside with his belly down on the bed, was softly humping his mattress, fucking it in its special hole as he watched the love play outside. His giant ten inch snake was getting harder and harder as he recognized the game Connie was playing with Swede. She was available! He could have her for his own!
Yet, she was the more precious because she did not come cheaply. He sensed the depth of her reserve and her manipulation with Swede. The clever bitch was keeping him at a distance. Was she saving herself for him, Spence? Now, as she talked dirty talk to Swede and meanwhile looking over his shoulder into Spence's eyes in the crack in the barn, Spence guessed that she was seeking his approval and telling him, "Don't be jealous, your turn will come; and when it does, you can FUCK ME, I won't play games with you like this."
Swede, with his animal patience, accepted this. He looked back on her streaming tawny hair, her pink-tipped tits and her full hips, and slowly ground his erect cock into the rough horsehair of his mattress.
Swede was just staring at Connie, his eyes stricken, as if this was the moment he'd been longing for and dreading for years. Well, he wasn't only being unfaithful to his wife, he was doing it with her seventeen year old little sister. This wasn't just infidelity, this was incest! And yet, the same streak of Puritanism in his soul that made him feel shock at this sin also led him to confess his desire to his partner.
"Connie," he whispered, "I've been wanting you for years. I dream of you when I'm fucking Mary. This is the moment I've been waiting for!"
His uptight soul was melting before her.
"Connie, when you were nine and ten, and twelve, you were already big and beautiful and well-developed. I wanted you then, I used to peak and watch you in the bathtub and at the swimming hole. I used to think about you and jerk off when I was out on the range on horseback even. I always wanted you and I used to tell myself it's not time, she's not ready."
Connie was sunny, beaming, yet reserved; a nude goddess bestowing her favors.
She reached up with one cool palm and wiped away Swede's ever-present frown from his brow.
Then she unzipped his fly. His meat popped out, lean, veined, and raw. She clasped it in her cool palm, and felt him tremble all over.
"Swede," she said, "yours is the first cock I've ever seen. I'm so grateful to you for showing yourself to me."
She leaned over and took him in her mouth. Her touch was wet and eager. She swished his member all around in there, around her teeth, above and below her tongue, shallow and deep.
Swede felt that he was in a heaven of bliss, and all ready to burst. This was nothing like sex with Mary, where he went into a slow grinding, almost like masturbating, that went on forever, until he used his own conscious effort to bring it to an end. Connie's innocent lips drove him into the brink of ecstasy immediately. He was on the verge of coming, yet he did not come. He wasn't holding back through any effort of will, like pretending he was reading a newspaper. He remembered his first fuck, how it felt the same, how he entered a wet, warm place and loved it there and wanted to stay there forever.
"Connie, you're beautiful, you're good. How did you learn to do this so well? Your lips are like feathers."
Connie smiled to herself and kept on going. She was moving her lips back and forth, lightly, over the head of his cock, blowing on it lightly, teasingly.
His hips responded, and he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Connie, I'm fucking you in the mouth, and you can see it! You can see my hard-on and my balls and my tummy and everything, and you can play with them any way you want with your hands. And I can watch my cock going in and out from between your lips, too, that's the best part."
He began to fuck her mouth harder while he was talking, and his hands were all over her body. He particularly explored the small of her back and the fat cheeks of her ass.
"Jesus Christ!" muttered Spence through the crack. "You're as naive as she is, Swede. You're just like a little kid. I'm going to have to show you a thing or two sometime, even if you are my boss. For right now though, I wish to hell I could change places with you. I'd give anything to have my prick in Connie's mouth right now."
Then Spence went back to his mattress. He wasn't satisfied with Connie's mouth, he made the whole mattress her. He imagined that he held her shoulders between his hands, and that her body lay limp and completely abandoned to him. He was fucking her, and she was sliding back and forth beneath him as he stroked.
Swede's long lean prick was stretched with blood now. His red glans was huge and throbbing, and the purple veins were standing out so far that Connie could feel them easily with her tongue. His pace was increasing.
Connie, who moments before had been the distant goddess bestowing her blessing, was now becoming afraid. Her sensitive lips were getting thoroughly turned on by his meat sliding in and out of her, she was getting drunk with the rhythm, and at this rate she was sure she'd be giving herself to Swede any second, while it was really Spence that she wanted to have the ultimate sacrifice of her virginity.
Swede, too, was hypnotized. His entire body was jerking in convulsive movements that were all centered around one thing: his cock sliding in and out of her wet greedy mouth.
"Come on, Connie, blow me! Eat me! That's it, kid, do it! Eat me raw!"
Connie began sucking for dear life now. Only seconds ago had she discovered that a man's cock has a taste to it too, a bittersweet salty taste, and now she wanted more of it. The pre-fuck juices dripping from the end of Swede's dork were so delicious that she wanted to suck his whole tube dry.
She sucked him deep into her mouth now, then slid and pushed and spat him out. Her lips were going over the surface of his cock so fast now that they resembled the piston of a speeding racing car.
Swede, too, was fairly flying as he matched her movements with alacrity.
"Connie!" he cried out, "hold me! I'm getting ready to come!"
She focused every bit of her sex on the tip of his cock,-ignoring the burning in her own cunt.
Now his hips jerked convulsively and drove his burning shaft deep into her throat. There he was still.
She wondered at his stillness. Was this it? Then his geyser erupted driving the boiling liquid all over her throat, where it clung stickily. She treasured every shudder of his meat, and as the pulsating slowed she began lapping up the final drops of sticky cum from the wide hole of his dork.
Swede treasured every touch of her tongue and lips. This was better treatment than his wife Mary had given him "in the ten childless years of their marriage. She was like a giant soft kitten licking away at his cream. He wanted to let her lick forever, but for now it was getting time to do all the noon chores and he was late. Spence, the hired man, was lazy and he, Swede, was the one who had to keep the place going. Ail Spence did was sodomize the animals and sleep and dream and drink all day.
Spence, aware of the stillness outside, slowed his own motion so that he wouldn't be overheard. In fact, he let his thrust die out without a struggle. He wanted to part Connie's silky, tawny tendrils with his prong, he wanted to sink deeply into her soft, aroused flesh, and that fuckin' stiff horsehide mattress was nothing like Connie.
Connie lay back in the sun. She was hot herself, but she didn't know what to do about it, and the thought of asking prudish Swede to bring her off was beyond her.
"Better get some clothes on," he said, standing up and shaking his cum and her saliva off his cock.
She nodded in false assent and hunched up sleepily in the straw.
"Come on," he said, nudging her, "I don't want people seeing my sister-in-law out here naked."
That's what I want, she said to herself, I want Spence to come upon me naked in the sun.
"You're getting pretty possessive after one blow job," Connie said to Swede.
She got up and dressed like a sulky child. The straw had left pink lines criss-crossing her fair skin.
CHAPTER TWO
Mary finished smoothing the quilt and straightened up. She looked around the room and then went into the bathroom. As she passed the full length mirror, she paused and brushed her black hair back from her forehead. Mary looked closely at her face. It was beginning to sag and look fleshy. In her minds eye, she saw Connie's young face and felt a pang of jealousy. She heard noises downstairs and grimaced. She recognized the heavy clomping of Swede's boots and dreaded him coming upstairs for their ritual late afternoon fuck.
A long time ago, Mary had realized that she didn't like fucking that much; she came most of the time but it was more an act of will than one of pleasure. And the way Swede plowed into her was like an endurance test.
She heard his footsteps on the stairs and then him clomping down the hall towards their room. She came out of the bathroom just as he came into the room.
Swede gave her a funny smile.
"Hello," Mary said curtly.
Swede nodded.
He kicked the door shut with his foot and then began moving toward her.
"What a fucking animal," thought Mary with disgust.
She noted that he had a special gleam in his eye today, probably from watching some of the animals going at each other. Mary's cunt contracted just thinking about the animals.
Mary closed her eyes for a moment and then felt Swede's long fingers toying with the buttons on the front of her dress.
She heaved a heavy sigh and let the fullness of her large breasts fill his hand. He squeezed her full globes.
Swede's cock was still tingling from the action with Connie in the barn, but it was now rising again, the blow job had been nice, but what he wanted was to sink his dork into the soft meat between a woman's thighs. To him it didn't matter whose meat it was.
He began to unbutton Mary's dress.
In a few minutes, he had stripped her down to her waist and now stood back to look at his hand-work and let Mary start undressing him. All part of the ritual, that had once been exciting and now was more of a pattern.
Mary felt her boobs hanging down on her chest and reached up to fondle them a little, she knew Swede liked this and it was one of the few things about fucking him that she did too.
Then she moved toward him and began to unbuckle his overalls. She could smell the strong odor of animals and sweat, a combination that had turned her on from the very beginning.
She moved closer to him and pressed her half naked body up against him.
His thick dork stuck into her belly and she moved against it.
"Oh, Mary, that feels so good, I'm hungry for you," Swede crooned.
"I'm so glad you want me honey, cause I want you too."
Swede held her close, it was true they didn't have much, but they did love each other and even though there was a lot of disappointment, they still clung to each other.
Mary kissed his neck and put her arms around his shoulders.
"Let's race each other and see who can get into bed the quickest," suggested Swede.
Mary smiled gratefully, this was something new and maybe today would be different.
Swede began stripping himself. Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw his blood engorged prick struggle free of his underclothing and bob out in front of him.
She wondered how long it would take him to shoot his wad today.
The sheets felt cold against her skin as she slid across them.
"Beat you," she laughed.
Swede turned and moved slowly toward the bed.
"Get those legs open gal, give your old man a show!"
Mary inched her knees apart and let Swede view the full expanse of her pussy.
Swede licked his lips and touched his pole.
"Make yourself ready for me honey," he demanded.
Mary obediently reached down and parted the hairy lips of her cunt. Her large clitoris stuck out between the pink lips and she covered it with her middle finger.
Swede stood at the foot of the bed 'and stroked his rod. He wanted to sink his whole shaft into her right away.
Mary began slowly to jerk herself off as she watched Swede fondle his cock. If he'd only let her go all the way the one time by herself then maybe she wouldn't mind fucking so much.
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, honey, I'm ready," Mary sighed.
Mary felt the bed sag under his weight and then she felt her thighs being drawn apart and his almost hairless thighs touching hers.
She reached down and took hold of his rod.
She positioned him against her hole and then pushed.
His long shaft slid into her.
She remained still and waited.
Swede lay there for a moment and then began the slow climb.
He pulled out of her a little and then let his pole slide into her again.
Mary buried her face in his shoulder and then wrapped her legs around him. His heavy breath rushed past her ears.
In and out, in and out, Swede's pole slid into her cavern. His hips rose and fell in time to his own rhythm and he thought of Connie and how his cock had felt when her lovely mouth had surrounded it.
He was with Connie and it was her beautiful body that he was fucking.
She was begging for more.
Mary's coughing brought him back to reality, but only briefly.
He shifted his weight and then returned to his fantasy about Connie.
Mary lay there and waited for the end to come. Every now and then she would move, but her heart wasn't in it.
Swede continued to plunge his spear into her.
His motions suddenly got more frantic, his long thrusts became short and jerky, less controlled.
"Ouh! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Mary held on to him tighter and then as he stiffened she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her.
She waited until the flood was over before relaxing.
Swede let his whole weight rest on her for a moment and then he rolled off. He didn't know if she'd come or not. Mary was funny like that, she didn't come every time, but she'd learned to accept that as just part of her. It had long ago ceased to bother him.
He held her in his arms for a moment and then he got up.
Their silence spoke more clearly than words.
Mary watched Swede get dressed again with sadness and resignation.
"Well," he said zipping up his overalls, "I'll be in for dinner in a few hours."
Mary smiled at him.
And then he was gone. She heard him clomping down the hall and then down the steps and then finally the screen door shut, and she was alone in the house again.
She lay quietly on the bed and felt his juices oozing out of her and down the crack of her ass.
She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep but she couldn't.
She wanted to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time. And could do none of them.
A cold wet nose touched the bottom of her feet.
She started and looked down.
Bing, the big old collie was nuzzling her foot.
"Hello, baby," she sighed softly.
She patted the bed next to her and the old dog jumped up and laid down beside her.
She reached over and absently patted his head.
He snuggled closer to her.
Mary found herself liking the feel of his fur against her naked body, but she also felt guilty about it. After all, Bing wasn't a man he was a dog.
But as she lay there and held the old dog in her arms she slowly realized that her cunt was beginning to tingle.
Bing had rested his head on her ample boobs and she felt her nipples tightening and standing up with a new found passion.
She kept telling herself over and over again that this feeling would never have happened if Swede understood her better, but deep inside she didn't believe it.
She got up and walked across the room.
Bing lay there on the bed watching her.
"I'm turned on to the dog," she said aloud in amazement.
Bing whimpered a response.
With child-like innocence Mary got back on the bed and held Bing in her arms. His back legs pushed against her thighs, and his wet nose buried itself between the mounds of her breasts.
Very slowly she opened her legs.
The smell of Swede's cum mixed with her own smell attracted Bing. He raised his body and began sniffing.
Mary closed her legs and then opened them again.
Bing's nose got closer and closer to her cunt. Mary began to tremble.
One of his large paws shot out across her belly and his whiskers brushed against the hair of Mary's pussy.
Mary groaned.
She hadn't been this turned on in years and it felt damn good.
She felt Bing's nose against her thigh and then his long bushy tail brushed against her face.
Mary spread her legs wider and let Bing have full access to her cunt.
She felt dirty, and naughty and totally abandoned with the dog.
She imagined Bing's furry body hovering over hers and his dog prick sliding into her just as Swede's had done.
At the thought of Swede, she laughed out loud. What would he think if he knew she was lying in their bed thinking about making it with their dog.
As Bing's nose touched the moist inner lips of her exposed pussy, she stopped laughing.
Bing pushed up against her clit and Mary groaned.
The dog shifted his weight and came to rest between her legs.
"Lick me with that big doggy tongue of yours," she sighed.
Bing was slowly exploring all the folds of her pussy with his nose and then his tongue darted out and swiped at the full length of her engorged canal.
"Ooo!"
Mary hunched her belly and pushed herself against the dog's coarse tongue.
Shivers of delight darted through her body. She was being brought to life by the dog's attention. And she loved it.
She reached down and pulled the lips of her cunt apart, now she was totally open to him.
Bing began to lick her madly.
His long tongue swept up and down her crack and she lifted off the bed a little to give him access to her asshole.
He followed the curve of her body as far as he could and then went back up to the top of her crack and began worrying the little button that rested high in the folds of her cunt.
Mary began to writhe with the sensations that Bing was causing. Nothing had ever turned her on this much before. Not even the first time she had fucked.
She could feel Bing's furry body stretched out between her legs and she started to run her feet up and down his broad back.
"Make me come, Bing! Make me come with that tongue of yours!" she crooned.
Her hands came up to her boobs and began to play with the nipples. They were so hard and full. Her whole body was shaking and sweating.
Bing kept ravaging her cunt and her ass was resting on his front paws.
Her clit was throbbing and her belly felt as if it were on fire.
She felt as though she was going to explode.
Her ass began to lift and fall and tremble, she dug her heels into Bing's back.
"Ahh! Oh! Oh Bing!"
Mary's body rose in a giant arch and went rigid.
For a moment, there wasn't a sound but Bing's panting.
"Oh, oh my, ah," Mary breathed.
She felt her cunt contracting and pulsing. It was so delicious!
Then she began to coast back to the bed. Bing had moved and was lying on his side. Mary reached out and began to scratch his belly. He rolled over onto his back and let her.
Soon Mary was drifting off into sleep with her arm around Bing's broad shoulders.
* * *
Connie walked out of the barn and toward the house. Her insides were still tingling from being with Swede in the barn. Seeing his cock and being able to suck it, had been exciting but knowing that Spence was hearing and very likely even seeing the whole thing made it twice as exciting.
The house was quiet as Connie stole up the steps to her room. Every nerve in her body was strung out. She quickly slipped out of her clothes.
Maybe if she could go to sleep before dinner she'd feel more like herself. She slipped in between the sheets and let the late afternoon sun caress her young body.
Her body felt so alive.
She reached under the sheets and began to stroke her long torso. Her skin felt soft and smooth and she clearly remembered how Swede's hands had felt against it only an hour before.
She closed her eyes and saw his cock in front of her face again. Only this time, it wasn't Swede's cock or Spence's, it was just an anonymous cock. Large and heavy looking. It had a huge knob on it and super big balls that hung down from the underside of it.
Her hands reached and focused on the juncture of her thighs.
The hair on her pussy felt like silk and she twirled her fingers in it.
A small groan issued from her lips.
The two stallions that Swede had bought recently came into her mind. She tried to visualize what their cocks would look like hard.
Her clit throbbed and she pushed down on it.
Then she just let her mind go as she worked her fingers in her cunt.
Pictures of cocks going into assholes and cunts and mouths floated through her mind. Big cocks, slender ones, all of them ready and willing to fuck her.
One of those cocks right up my cunt; she kept thinking.
One of her fingers dipped into her honey pot.
She wiggled it around and felt the walls of her virgin cunt contracting around it.
She imagined what it would be like to have a cock in her fuck-hole, and how her cunt would just suck and suck on a stick; somebody's big fuck stick.
Her hips began to twist and jerk around on the bed.
She needed a cock.
She poked at her tiny puckered asshole.
There too, she thought, a nice big cock going right up there.
She spread her legs wider and dug her heels into the bed.
Her ass lifted up and she began to swing it and bounce it around.
That just increased the feelings that were growing from the action of her fingers.
Her juices were flowing and she rubbed some of the thick moisture up onto her clit.
She rubbed her other hand along the inside of her thighs and wondered how Spence's hand would feel dancing along that skin.
Spence naked, hard, wanting her; moving toward her with that big hunk of his.
Her ass began bucking off the bed.
Spence leaning over her, his cock, his cock!
She twisted her body more and pressed her clit harder.
It wouldn't be long now.
Her mind flipped from Spence to one of the stallions.
One of the stallions with a big hard-on, stomping the ground wanting to fuck her.
Her body began to shake, the horse's cock was getting closer.
The stallion was going to fuck her!
"Oh! Oh!" she moaned.
Her fingers pummeled her cunt!
She felt herself getting higher and higher!
"Oh! Ahh...!"
Her orgasm came flooding over her. In one big wave and then little ones. She lay perfectly still and waited for it to pass.
Her body began to relax and fall back from the heights it had reached.
Connie lay on her bed her legs wide open and her arms outstretched.
* * *
Mary woke with a start. She glanced at the clock, she'd only been asleep for ten minutes. Bing still lay peacefully beside her.
She began to stroke his head.
"Poor old Bing you didn't have a come did you?"
The dog rolled over on his back and put his paws up.
Mary let her hand travel down the curve of his furry belly.
His hind legs spread and she felt less hairy skin around his balls and prick.
Then she withdrew her hand.
She stared at the dog.
What was happening to her? She felt ashamed and dirty, but she was drawn to the dog.
She began to scratch the dog's belly again.
There's nothing wrong with this; she kept telling herself.
Her hand slowly wound its way down to the mottled pink skin of Bing's belly.
She had never felt a dog's prick, or for that matter seen one up close.
Bing just lay there and let her explore his lower regions.
Occasionally, he would make a low sound, and Mary took that as a sign of his passion for her.
She leaned down and kissed his forehead. Bing's long tongue came out and licked her face.
"Oh, Bing, I love you so much!" Her hand cupped his tight hairy balls. Bing emitted another low sound.
"Things will work out just fine with the two of us together."
Bing's curved prick was beginning to grow in Mary's hand. It was very red and wet. Mary let her fingers slide over the sensitive head of it.
The long slender prick jumped in her hand.
Bing lay perfectly still and let her have her way.
She began to stroke his long curved prick.
"Oh, Bing, it's so nice to have you this way, I don't need a man at all. All I need is your long pink wet tongue and your long prick."
The dog's prong was now fully erect and sticking out of his furry belly.
Mary put her cheek down to the soft fur and smelled Bing's arousal. It was bittersweet, just like Swede's. Only with Bing, Mary felt free and good. Not constrained and part of a general routine.
Mary's face moved closer and closer to the dog's prick.
She licked her lips.
"I want to suck you so much," she murmured to the panting dog.
Mary felt hot rushes going all through her body. Her belly was trembling.
"I want to take your big doggy prick right into my mouth and suck on it till you come. And then I want to swallow all of your cum. To drink it till I suck you dry."
Mary's breath came in heavy gasps.
"Ooo! Wouldn't that be naughty? To just put my mouth right on you and suck you."
Mary's hand was trembling.
Ever so slowly, she lowered her mouth onto the long slim prick of the dog. She let her tongue drop out onto the point of his slim red spike. It was wet and tasted of salt and pee.
Just to have her mouth on it sent thrills zooming through her body.
She opened her mouth and let it go in farther.
It was much smoother than any man's dong and it tasted much saltier.
Her hand began making slow circular motions along his belly. His prick was all the way into her mouth now and her nose was buried in his fur.
Mary felt her cunt begin to open and juice up. She let one of her hands drop to her cunt and probe the dewy folds of skin there.
Mary closed her eyes and let all of senses concentrate on the luscious piece of meat she had in her mouth. Bing's dork slid in and out between her teeth.
Her lips closed around it and drew on it. Her tongue ran circles around the head of it and teased it.
She pushed two fingers into her brimming cunt and squirmed as Bing's heat filled her mouth.
She wished for a moment that she had Bing's cock up her snug little cunt.
She sucked on his cock harder and shoved her fingers in and out of her cunt.
Bing's whole body was jerking and humping.
Mary pushed her boobs up against Bing.
His fur made her already stiff nipples even grow more taut.
The bed was groaning with the pumping bodies on it.
Bing's hind legs were flailing around in the air as Mary speeded up her sucking motions on his cock.
Slurping noises filled the room.
Suddenly Bing's haunches began to jerk uncontrollably. He was humping himself into her mouth.
Mary's sweet tongue lapped and lapped, she wanted his cream and wanted it badly. Her mouth was starved for his juice.
Bing was going wild.
Mary sucked as hard and fast as she could. Her sensitive lips felt almost numb from the friction.
Her cunt was throbbing and pulsing with excitement.
She moved her fingers up to her clit. She wanted to come with Bing. Like real lovers.
Her thighs began to quake, she moved her mouth all over Bing's engorged tool.
Mary felt herself floating higher and higher.
The meat in her mouth seemed to be getting bigger.
She thought her mouth would explode with its cargo, the feelings were so beautiful.
Mary pressed close to Bing's body.
"Oh, Bing, baby," she sighed through her filled lips.
The dog was making low noises in his throat, his haunches were humping uncontrollably. Mary sensed the end was near.
Suddenly, her mouth was filled with dog jizz.
She blissfully swallowed it as it hit the walls of her mouth.
And the fire in her belly began to swell out of control.
"Oooh! I'm coming!" she panted.
Her body jerked and writhed.
Then everything was still.
Mary floated in a strange unfamiliar world for a few seconds then she faintly heard someone talking.
She opened one eye and saw Connie standing in the doorway.
That jolted her back to reality.
She wondered how long Connie had been there, how much she had seen. She tried to cover her nakedness from her younger sister.
"What is it?" Mary asked curtly.
Connie had a funny look in her eye.
"Don't you think it's about time we started dinner?"
Mary looked at the clock.
"Yes, of course, you're right. Why don't you go ahead and start, I'll be right down."
Connie remained in the doorway looking at the naked body of her sister.
"Well go ahead gal," Mary urged a little angry.
Connie left.
I'll have to be more careful in the future, Mary thought.
CHAPTER THREE
Swede woke up with a hard-on.
Dawn was just coming. A luminous greyness filled the sky and in the east, some of the low-lying clouds reflected a dull rosy hue.
Swede looked down at the naked form of Mary on the bed beside him. She was sleeping soundly for once, instead of always being awake and checking on him.
One of her arms was thrown over her head. Flesh sagged down from her upper arm, and one of her fatty tits oozed all over the bed. Her sterile, childless belly flowed down over lumpy thighs. Hair from her cunt and armpits grew lushly and rankly over her body and met the thin trading line of hair that came down over her cruddy belly.
Swede was hot and he wanted to fuck her, ugly though she looked to him. Yet he was a conscientious puritan, and he chose doing the chores over his lust.
He took out his pain on her.
"You're all washed up Mary," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "Connie's young and sweet, Spence is horny and alive. You're dead, and I'm stuck with you."
"Now I realize it. Being with Connie made me see how much I hate you. You don't know how fucking bitter I am about our life together. You've been a fucking bitch to me!"
Swede was spitting out his words now, and his own anger scared him. He got up quickly, being afraid he was all ready to murder his wife.
He threw on his clothes quickly and went out to the barn. The cows were stomping around restlessly.
"Fucking Spence! I get stuck doing this shit all the time while he sleeps late. I may fire him!"
He grabbed the cows' udders and squeezed, quickly, efficiently and cruelly. He enjoyed making them wince. As he kept milking, he became aware that his hard-on was back, and that his body was tingling all over.
"Damn! I'm getting so angry I'm dangerous. Next thing I know I'll be fucking a bloody hole in one of these stupid beasts!"
He finished milking and let the cows out to pasture.
Next it was time to harvest the clover. He got on his tractor and took off for one of the distant fields.
The clover was full, green, and lush. Bees were out on their early morning rounds. Dew was everywhere, filling the clover as well as the distant fields with a shimmering effect as the gentle sun reflected off the droplets of water.
Swede was blind to the natural beauty around him. He-tore up and down the field, mowing the clover, marking out precise angry strips everywhere he went.
Then it was time to take his load back to the barn area.
Spence had slept long and well. He, too, had woken up with a stiff dick. He usually jerked off in the mornings and this time he had massaged his hard meat for a while, slowly and carefully, but finally even he had admitted that his heart wasn't in it.
He stumbled off to work in a good-natured stupor.
When he found the cows already milked and pastured, he cursed Swede briefly ("that bastard always has to do everything himself"). The cows belonged to him, Spence. He followed in their wake to see how they were getting along.
Spence sat on the fence and watched them chew their cud. He took off his shirt to let the morning sun warm him. He felt good.
Then his boner came back.
He unzipped his pants to let it out. The red head of his cock was fat and full. A drop was glistening on the end of it, much like the remains of the dew that were slowly being drawn up into the atmosphere by the warming sun.
He pulled his cock back to him and let it spring forward. The vibrant muscles and the sponginess of the substance kept it bouncing and bouncing. He spread his fingers into a "V" and kept the motion going.
Beneath his spread legs, the wood was old and grey, yet hard. He began beating his cock on the wood with an insistent tatoo.
His meat was tingling. He felt the sack of his balls draw up into a crinkly fist. His sap was flowing, and he felt alive and strong and ready to do anything.
A gentle brown and white form passed before his eyes. Daisy, the two year old heifer, had not yet borne a calf.
She was grazing not five feet from Spence. Her body swayed back and forth seductively as she wandered in slow, vague steps. Her full pink udder swayed with her as she moved, a huge hanging tit beneath her. Spence nodded appreciatively. This was no little dab of a nipple, this was the real thing; pink everywhere.
Spence moved down from his perch and sat on the grass beside her.
"Daisy, you're lookin' mighty good to me," he muttered hoarsely to her.
He ran his hand up and down her slender leg. While she was no longer a calf, her legs were still rather thin for her full body. Spence thought she looked helpless and voluptuous that way.
Spence patted her firm thighs. Between her legs, the hair came out in furry tufts, and he brushed them out into long silky waves.
He parted her fur from her asshole, and checked out the bare pink skin that was exposed. She was clean, thank God. Spence had to be awfully turned on to get hot for an animal or a broad that had shit on her body. He wondered if she realized that another being was sitting behind her-she might let go a huge load of wet shit in his face at any moment.
Her tail was flicking back and forth above his face. Some of the long hairs came down to brush his forehead. Was her tail in motion out of annoyance or heat?
One of her hooves, too, could come back to slam him in the head at any moment. Spence was the sultan of a harem out here, he could have just about any of the females he wanted. In fact, he had already had most of them. He was wise enough to sense when they were in heat, or near it, and more or less ready to receive him, so that his rejection rate had been quite low.
Daisy, however, was a female whose wares he had never sampled. He had watched her grow, appreciatively, from a slender calf to a full-bodied cow, and now he sensed that she was ready.
He ran his hands over her udder, and was aware of a tingling in her body. He went up and down her full rib cage and when he got back to her udder, he found goose pimples there. He was getting to her, he knew.
"Come on Daisy, confess. I know you like it. You women are always playing hard to get," he kidded her.
He went up the white inside of her thigh, and ran up to the pink fold of her cunt. Her outer lips were firm, yet pliant. Inside, however, she was still pretty dry.
"Hey, bitch, let's go. I can't wait for you forever."
Spence rose up ominously. He had his cock in his right hand, and was going up and down over his exposed glans. His cock was ready to go, right up into her cow's fuckhole. This was no scrawny, shallow pussied woman, this fucking cow could take every bit of his ten inches-and more! And she was about to get it, right this minute!
He spit quickly on his hand. The moisture rubbed into her pink flaps easily. He brought his hands back to his own lips and tasted the rank smell of her urine. Now it excited him. He filled his palm with spit and dabbed the whole thing on her.
He kicked off his pants and advanced on her.
She stepped forward and began to munch a new clump of clover.
Spence was on her!
He held himself up on her back with one hand. With the other, he sought out her fuckhole. He brought his flaming cock right up to the lips of her cunt.
He pushed. He was in! He slipped right through the slimy outer lips, and found himself in a new well of bliss.
Daisy lifted her head, snorted, and jerked forward.
Just then, Spence found himself thwarted. He was blocked, he could get in no further. Then he realized that Daisy was probably a virgin. When the bulls had been let into the pasture with the cows earlier that year, she had been too young to fuck.
"Fuck it! I'm going in all the way. Brace yourself broad!"
He held himself up on his elbows on her back, so his hips were suspended in space. He pushed in and out in a steady movement, building up the pressure with each stroke.
His cock was hurting itself, banging into the solid muscular wall of her hymen.
His buttocks tensed. He hurled himself forward with every ounce of his strength.
She gave. He crashed through her maidenhead. Her cherry was popped!
She popped with it! She bolted forward and reared up in the air. She was shaking all over like a bucking bronco and trying to shake Spence off her back.
He clung to the hollow behind her ribs, just before her haunches, and dug his knees in around her thighs.
When her moo and bellow died down, so did her struggle. She kept walking and looking over her shoulder at him. Her big cow eyes were wide with fear, and her tail kept trying to thrash about under Spence's belly.
"Daisy, babe, I got you now," Spence told her.
Her bucking and walking was giving Spence a delicious feeling. Her big cow cunt was all around his cock now, massaging it and caressing it. Her great slimy sides of pink cunt meat were moving all over his shaft like hot wet glaciers.
Spence's whole body was electrified. Now that her motion had slowed to a walk, he began pumping in and out with his own massive meat.
His pants were off, his buttocks bare. His ass was on top of hers, the round white hairy cheeks of his buttocks rocking up and down in the morning sunlight.
Swede, meanwhile, had just come over the top of the next hill. He was tired and irritable from all the anger he was sitting on, and from sitting on top of his tractor in the hot sun for several hours now. The cart behind him was full of heavy wet clover. It bucked from side to side, and threatened to turn over when its wheels passed over some of the deeper ruts.
Swede's restlessly scanning eyes caught a glint of white flesh rising and falling in the next field.
"That damn Spence. Always fucking around! I do all the work around this place. I'd like to drive over there and run him over right now!"
The usually silent Swede was beside himself. His long, slender cock was getting hard as a rock.
He leapt off his tractor and began running over to where Spence was busily fucking the cow.
He stopped at the fence. Two feet away from his face Spence's hairy white asshole was pumping up and down over Daisy's back.
Swede's thin lips got thinner and formed into a sneer. His eyes hardened.
"I'll get you, you bastard. I'll show you for once!" he muttered into Spence's buttocks.
He dropped his trousers and climbed up on the wooden rail fence.
He stood on top poised like a diver.
His cock stood out like a thin red spike, primed to go into its target.
Swede jumped, and landed on Spence's back. He groped and found the hole he was looking for.
Spence had been panting and sweating away, glorying in his fuck and feeling his innards rising to a climax. He had seen Swede coming from a distance, but had figured that his uptight boss would keep out of the way long enough for him to be able to get his rocks off.
Spence felt Swede land on his back, but his own grip was tight enough that he didn't fall from Daisy's back. He was afraid of being pummeled but he was so hot he didn't care about anything else except finishing his fuck.
Now, he felt a tiny balled fist pressing into the cheek of his buttock. Then a finger found his asshole and plunged in.
Spence liked it. He'd never been cornholed before, he'd been unable to ask anyone to do it to him. Now it was happening without him ever having to ask.
Spence pushed his ass back onto the finger. A current was flowing through him, from the finger to his asshole, through his hips to his cock to the cow's cunt.
Spence kept fucking. The finger withdrew. Now a big pole came, pushing its way into the crease of his buttocks.
Slam! The thing was in him. Cock! Up his own asshole! For the first time. It hurt him, but he enjoyed it. He felt more whole and full than he ever had before.
He wondered if he was queer. A fairy, a pansy. Then he shrugged his hips and got that delicious cock further up inside him.
"Take it, take it!" Swede grunted. "Take every fucking inch of my shaft you lazy bastard!"
"I will," Spence was surprised to hear himself say. "Give it all to me!"
Swede was enjoying it too. The nude body of Mary that morning flashed through his mind, and the feel of the cow's udders when he'd been feeling her up. Connie, too-her lush overripe body, begging to be fucked, floated before his eyes. He was doing all the fucking now that he had never allowed himself to do before.
Asshole. It felt different to Swede's cock than cunt ever had. It was tighter, and that made it better fucking.
Swede rammed his cock in every bit of the way. He felt his balls slap against Spence's ass. He reached up under the man's shirt and caressed his sides. He dug his fingers into lean ribs and clutched the man's back to his own front.
When he lost his hold, there he went up to Spence's nipples. They were tight, hard, and tiny, so different from a woman's. He enjoyed them, and discovered that he was able to bring them up even higher.
Spence's asshole had been very tense at first. Now, he felt it loosen. The pain stayed with him, but that made it an even more intense experience.
Spence felt Swede's strokes, and found himself pushing back up into the thin spike up his ass. He let go his hold on Daisy long enough to reach back and pull apart the cheeks of his ass.
"Get it in, Swede!"
"I am. I've got it in just as far as I can get it. I'll give it to you harder."
"Do that!"
"Here!"
Swede clutched his arms around Spence's torso and rutted way up into his hired hand's intestines.
Spence felt Swede slam his cock up his asshole.
Then Spence took the heavy impact on his own pelvis, and used it to bang into Daisy's huge cunt.
"Daisy, babes, I ain't been payin' enough attention to you and your juicy little hole!"
Spence was aroused now. The cock up his ass had stimulated his prostate gland, and now his ten inch hard-on was on the verge of explosion.
He pulled back to the lips of Daisy's cunt.
Now he could feel her big loose flaps caress the edge of his cock as he slid in and out. His swollen purple plum could barely accept the tremendous stimulation it was getting.
He felt he was floating on a cloud.
He came to a precipice-and went over!
Spence cried out: "Daisy! I'm coming!"
He shot his wad.
He came in giant spurts all over the insides of her cunt.
Spence knew that in women, when he shot, he could feel his own milky cum bounce back off their cunt walls and bathe his rod in his own cum. With Daisy, Spence shot-and that was the last he knew of it. His cum disappeared somewhere in the infinite spaces of her cunt.
Spence relaxed.
His cock was smaller now, and his sexual excitement waning.
Yet, still the pounding was coming at his ass, Swede's spike was pricking him.
And it hurt.
"Swede," Spence warned, "I'm getting out now."
Spence let his cock ooze out of Daisy's cunt. Then he slid off her back.
Swede didn't seem to want to admit that Spence was through. As Spence stood on his own two feet on the ground, Swede's arms were still around his middle and he kept it up, humping, humping, humping.
Spence pulled away angrily, jerking Swede's hard cock out of his asshole.
"That's enough, Swede. I just feel pain now."
The two men stood there, face to face, confronting each other.
Over their heads a cloud passed over the noonday sun, dissipating the increasing heat of the summer day on the exposed farmlands.
Daisy was recuperating from her experience by lying down in the pasture nearby and chewing her cud. Her cunt area was oozing with large quantities of blood from the loss of her ample hymen and sperm shot from Spence's massive dork.
"You're a fucking bastard Spence," Swede shot from narrow lips.
"I let you fuck me. I never let another man fuck me before. Now it would only hurt me if I let you keep on drilling at me."
Swede stood there, his hard cock still standing at attention, red, exposed, ridiculous. He covered himself in shame; like Adam donning the fig leaf after fucking Eve.
Swede looked away from Spence.
His hand crept to his horny cock, and he began pumping his shaft in soft, light, shy, even unconscious movements that he didn't realize were exposed to Spence's gaze.
"Shit!" burst out from Swede's lips.
His knees turned watery and he crumpled to the ground.
His head drooped between his upraised knees, and his arms came about his head in protection.
Spence, still half naked, sprawled on the ground a few feet from Swede and waited to see what would develop.
Swede just sat there, crumpled in a heap. Spence could see his muscles clenching and unclenching underneath his clothes.
Spence leaned forward.
"What's the matter, Swede?"
"Don't ask me that shit like I'm some animal you're taking care of. You never care what happens to them, what are you doing being so concerned about me?"
"I'm worried about you. When I see someone else fucked up, I feel that way too."
Swede's shoulders began shaking, and dry sounds turned into choking and tears. His sobs became louder and soon he was wailing loudly like a child in pain. His whole body was sobbing now, and the noises wrenched from his gut burst out into and across the open pastures around him.
Spence crawled over to him and cradled the other man in his arms. His arm went around Swede's shoulder and he began rocking the other man back and forth.
Swede's sobbing continued for a few minutes, then died down to a whimper, then nothing.
"I wanted to keep fucking Spence. I liked fucking you, and it's the first time I've had anyone besides Mary for thirteen and a half years."
"I feel badly for you Swede," the other man reassured him gently. "If I had let you keep on fucking me, you just would have torn the shit out of my asshole."
"Yeah, but I'm still hard. I want to keep fucking, not just let this go away."
"Let me see."
Spence reached between Swede's legs and fondled his red hard-on. He weighed it in his hands, cradled his balls, then slowly bounced his genitals in his palm.
"I like that," Swede told him.
"Good. I have a feeling, though, that what you really want to do is some fucking."
Swede let his hips begin moving, and then his long, slender cock was fucking Spence's hand.
"You're right, Spence. I do want to fuck. I still want you, but I realize you don't want me right now, and I'm trying to see if there's any other way I can get my rocks off."
"I've got an idea Swede."
"Tell me."
"Fuck Daisy."
"Daisy? Now?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"You just fucked her. Virgins keep on hurting for a long time after they lose their cherry."
"Swede, listen to me. You want to fuck her?"
"Yes, I do."
"O.K., look at her now." They both looked.
Daisy was sprawled out on the ground. Her head was propped up by her front limbs and shoulders. She was munching away at her cud.
She shifted her weight and turned her massive head to look at them. A path of white fur ran from her forehead down over her nose to wet brown nostrils.
"Mmmmawww," she exclaimed.
She moved her leg and stretched it out behind her. Her cream and tan body moved too. Her muscles rippled, and so did her soft young flesh.
Swede moved over to her and ran his leg down her thigh until he got to her hoof. He cuddled her hoof in his hand.
"You know, Spence, she is pretty cute."
"Bet your fuckin' ass she is. I've been watching her grow for the last year."
"I never looked at animals this way before."
"I don't believe you, Swede. In my experience, every human being sees animals and gets hot for them, just like they do for other human beings of the same sex and the opposite too. Sometimes, though, people don't let themselves know that they're hot for animals."
"You're right. That's the way I've been with these cows all this time."
"Most people seem to be aware of the personalities that animals have. Mary knows Bing, her collie, pretty well: for example. When they really let themselves know what their animals are like, I don't see how they can resist them."
"Listen Spence, I'm sick of listening to you philosophize right now. I'm still hot. I'm going after Daisy without waiting a second longer."
Swede got up and went over to the cow. Spence was dying to give Swede advice about how to make the cow, but he decided to try to stay out of the picture and let Swede do it his own way. After all, he could always help out the clumsy Swede if the guy got in trouble.
Swede stood over Daisy in indecision.
Finally, he knelt and then leaned over on top of Daisy. He straddled her with his legs and reached out to enclose her generous shoulders with his arms. He ran his hands over the titless white hide of her chest.
Daisy shook as if trying to get his weight off her body.
Swede shifted his weight to rest on one knee. "There Daisy, that better?" he asked her.
She turned her head to him. Out came her tongue and she began licking him in the face. Her tongue was pink and frothy. It moved from his cheeks to his sideburns, then zeroed in on his ears. Her wet pink tongue, big and slobbery though it was, turned him on.
Swede laid there on his side, running his hand along her well covered ribs. Spence sensed that he was beginning to draw back into himself.
"Hey, Swede, you're not giving yourself a chance with that female."
"What do you mean?"
"How many women would you go to bed with with your clothes on? Strip man. Let yourself feel her."
Swede pulled his denim workshirt over his head. Then he unbuttoned his overalls and let them fall in a pool of dungaree fabric around his boots. He stepped out of them shyly and stood naked and exposed in the midst of nature. His cock stood at half mast.
"Better leave your boots on. She could cause permanent damage to your feet with her hoofs."
Swede stood there tongue tied, his arms wrapped around his body.
"That's a good body you've got there Swede. You ought to be proud of it."
"Oh yeah?" He brightened. "I never really looked."
"You're lean and wiry, without an ounce of spare flesh on you. But you're strong. You've got that Scandinavian fair skin, and I envy you. And that hard, thin, almost pointed prick you have looks like a real gentleman's. Next to yours, mine looks fat and gross."
Swede grinned at Spence. His cock rose in little steps up to an erect red-tipped pike.
Swede went to Daisy. He knelt before her so that his pecker was right in front of her mouth. He found a clump of particularly green, juicy looking clover and sprinkled it over his cock.
Daisy's wide, foot long tongue came out and began licking Swede's trembling hard-on.
"Hey Spence," cried out Swede, "how about this? I'm getting a blow job from a cow!"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised what they'll do if you give them half a chance."
She kept on licking his cock and his own hand was running back and forth over the base of his shaft, leaving her his sensitive red lollipop to slurp.
"Come here baby. I want to put my whole cock in your mouth."
He did that. All his cock disappeared in her vast, cavernous mouth. He began pumping and feeling the base of his shaft and his balls bang into her lips.
Spence saw what was happening. He wanted to warn Swede not to blow his load in Daisy's mouth. He thought of how his own cock had felt, sliding in and out of the wet inner flesh of her twat, and he felt sad for Swede.
Swede was grooving on what was happening. He was kneeling up in the air, with his own buttocks pumping in and out, exposed to the world, just as he had seen Spence's going earlier.
He passed the point of no return. His movements took him over.
Her tongue was getting lackadaisical now, so he began to fuck her lips. She seemed to pull away so Swede went to the side of her mouth where he could fuck the corner where her lips met as well.
He was terrified that her big, cud-chewing and cropping teeth would close with a click, and cut off his cock. Her eyes, though, remained gentle and reassuring. If she wanted to get away, she wasn't trying too hard.
Spence moved over behind Swede.
"Brace yourself, buddy," he said.
Swede felt a hand at his asshole, then a big finger came into him. He remembered how much Spence had enjoyed getting fucked in the ass earlier, and he started doing all he could to enjoy getting a finger up his asshole at the same time as he was getting blown.
Swede wriggled on the finger, backed up into it on his back movements from Daisy's mouth, and deliberately tightened his sphincter muscles when he pumped forward.
The finger pushed him over the edge.
"Spence! Hold me! I'm coming!" he cried out.
Spence did. Swede felt his torso hugged to the other man's chest. His first spurt of cum shot way back into Daisy's mouth. Her tongue came up to deal with it, and that brought more exquisite joy to Swede, having the cow's tongue lick his shooting cock.
He came out as soon as he finished coming, not wanting to take any more chances on losing his pecker.
Daisy let her head sink heavily to the ground. Her tongue kept flicking in and out of her cum-filled mouth.
Swede and Spence lay back against her sun-warmed brown hide, laying their heads against her ribs. Spence held Swede's thigh, and Swede put his arm around Spence's shoulders.
"Six years I've been working for you Swede, and this is the first time I ever felt I knew you."
"Same here. And I want to thank you for showing me what real bestiality is, I might never have gotten around to trying it on my own. Some cow you are Daisy," he said, muttering the last into her ear.
Spence rolled a cigarette and passed it over to Swede. Swede took a long deep puff and passed it back.
CHAPTER FOUR
A few days had passed since Connie had surprised Mary in her bedroom before dinner, but both of the girls had been doing a lot of thinking since that afternoon.
Connie had been surprised at how ripe a body her sister had, and had even jerked off to it once. She had tried to see her naked again, but now when Mary took her afternoon nap, the door got locked.
That had disappointed Connie but she figured sometime she would get a chance to explore Mary sexually.
Mary in her own way had some of the same feelings toward Connie, but she was fighting them within herself.
She had felt a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure at being seen by Connie and she didn't know how to handle feelings like that toward her own sister.
Or toward any woman for that matter.
Connie was growing up and it wouldn't be long before she'd be fucking and stuff like that. Mary felt a half assed responsibility to tell her the facts of life, as she understood them.
Mary sat mulling over her morning coffee waiting for Connie to come downstairs.
Today was the day she had planned to do some of the weeding in one of the far pastures. She wanted to show Connie how it was done, and she also wanted some help with the job.
Finally around nine, Connie came down. She was wearing a pair of cut-off dungarees and that scimpy halter of hers.
Her blonde hair was tousled and her eyes were sleepy.
"Good morning," Mary greeted her.
Connie nodded to her and then made straight for the coffee pot.
The two of them sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm going to go out weeding this morning, do you feel like coming with me?"
Connie gave her a quizzical look.
"Weeding?" she asked lazily.
"Yes, I'll show you how it's done if you'd like to come with me."
Connie thought for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess that sounds okay."
"Okay, I'll be ready to go out in about an hour."
Connie nodded again and then Mary went upstairs to do some of the housework.
Mary got up into her room and changed her clothes. From the morning dress she slipped into a pair of pants and a short sleeved blouse.
She was glad that Connie was going with her, it might give her the chance to discuss the facts of life with her.
An hour later, they were all set, they had packed a lunch and had all the tools they needed. They started off walking toward the far pastures.
The morning sun beat down on them and their skin became moist with sweat.
They walked beyond the barn and into the fields.
The scent of honeysuckle pervaded the air and made the girls dizzy with the heat of the sun.
They walked for a long time and finally came to rest in the shade of some trees.
"Whew! This is a long walk," exclaimed Connie.
Mary nodded wiping her brow.
"How much further is it?"
"See that fence over there," said Mary pointing to an old fence about one hundred yards away, "it's just beyond that."
Connie followed her hand and then nodded.
"Can you explain what weeding is?"
"No dear, I can only show you, it isn't very difficult."
Connie looked at Mary and smiled. She had so much to tell her and she was afraid to.
She wanted to share the thrill of sucking Swede's cock but she thought it would hurt Mary too much to know about it, so she kept quiet.
Mary cleared her throat.
"There are some things I've been wanting to talk to you about."
Mary didn't know where to go from there. "What? Have I done something wrong?" Mary smiled, "No it's just that you're growing up and I think there are some things that you should be aware of that's all." Connie nodded.
Mary wanted to go on while Connie was open to listening to her but she couldn't find the words. So she stalled for a moment and then stood up and started walking.
"Come on we can talk while we're weeding."
Connie got up and the two of them started out again.
The sun seemed even hotter and brighter than it had before and the sweat was just rolling off their faces.
When they got to the field, Mary proceeded to show Connie how to weed.
It was a simple process and soon they were busy at it.
By one o'clock they were finished and sat down to rest.
The afternoon was a soft, hot, peaceful one, full of animal noises and a full beautiful blue sky.
They sat there in silence for a long time.
A group of horses appeared on one of the near-by hills and both of the girls watched.
They were beautifully bred animals, and looked proud of their heritage and they all stood high and proud. The mares as well as the stallions.
There were two stallions and about five mares and a few colts. Mary was glad that Swede had enough room to let them wander freely like that.
"Aren't they beautiful?" breathed Connie. Mary nodded silently.
The mares were surrounding the stallions and the colts had started to graze.
Both of the girls were excited by their awareness that it was the mating season for the horses, and they both were hoping that they might see a little action.
Since Mary had turned on with Bing, she had various other fantasies concerning other animals on the farm and horses had been one of the best she could think of.
As for Connie, she always thought of being fucked by a horse and now right in front of her was the stallion that she so often dreamt about. Connie felt her cunt twitch.
She hoped that he would fuck one of the mares that was playing around him, she could really get off on seeing that. And she could just he there in that glorious field and jerk off.
Then she suddenly remembered that Mary was with her. Well that put an end to her thoughts of jerking off, but it did bring to mind one of her other fantasies.
Mary was aware of Connie's warm body a few inches from hers and that made her somehow feel sexy. Also having the horses right there in front of her made her cunt twitch.
Mary stretched out on the grass and Connie looked at her form. For a moment, Connie wanted to reach over and touch her but she couldn't. Not only would it have been going queer but it also would have been incestuous, so Connie just felt the vibrations and didn't do anything about it.
They watched the horses and kept their silence, each of them was afraid to break it and also afraid to keep it.
The vibrations were flowing between them and just the nearness to each other was making them hot.
Suddenly the gentle, calm afternoon was interrupted by some commotion coming from the horses.
Mary sat up suddenly.
Connie looked over to the herd and a look of pure delight crossed her face.
One of the stallions was chasing a pale chestnut mare around in a circle. The other one had disappeared over the hill and taken the rest of the herd with him.
The hilltop was now dominated by the black stallion and the chestnut mare.
The scent of sex was in the air and both of the girls were aware of it.
The sun was still high and hot and shedding an almost unreal light over the whole scene. Highlights of the horses hair shone and glimmered.
Round and round they went. Tails flying out behind them.
Connie hugged her knees to her chest and rocked on the padded cheeks of her ass.
Mary watched her as she rocked back and forth. She tried to picture what Connie would look like sitting naked there. She felt ashamed of her lust for her younger sister.
Mary gazed back to the hillside.
The stallion was closing in on the mare. He was closing the circle. The girls continued to' watch, both spellbound.
He reared up and exposed to their hungry eyes the full roughness and rawness of his cock. Both girls marveled at the hugeness of it. It was a long, thick red shaft that had dark blue veins running down it. It stuck out at least two or three feet from his belly. And it must have been more than seven inches around.
At the sight of it, both of the girls' cunts began to heat up.
Then the mare began her dance of fire. She swayed and turned and danced in front of the stallion, switching her tail and carrying on in general.
"Do you think he'll fuck her?" asked Connie breathlessly.
Mary turned and looked at the other girl.
"I think so, this is usually how they begin."
"I've never seen horses fuck before, have you?"
"Several times when I was a little girl, I don't remember much about it."
"I've dreamed about fucking a horse, have you ever done that?"
"Fucked a horse?"
"No, dreamt about it," Connie explained. Mary was embarrassed about how direct Connie was with her sexual desires.
She had been planning to tell Connie the facts of life and now Connie was telling her about all of her fantasies.
Mary didn't know what to say or to do.
She had been totally unprepared for Connie's attitude.
She didn't know whether to be pleased or shocked.
"Have you fucked at all, Connie?"
"No, not yet, but I've sucked a cock." Mary fell silent for a moment thinking that it was probably Spence. "Did you like it?"
"Very much. I want to try my luck at fucking too."
Their eyes went back to the hillside.
The stallion was rearing again and his giant cock thrust outward toward the mare.
Connie gasped when she watched the stallion move toward the mare and this time the mare held still and raised her tail.
With a great rush, the stallion went at the mare and he dug his hoofs into the flesh of her buttocks.
"Ooo!," squealed Connie, "they're going to fuck! They're going to fuck!"
Mary felt her excitement too, but she was too shy to express it.
The stallion mounted the mare, her tail flicked high in the air and for a moment, there was a perfect stillness.
Then from where the girls were sitting, they could see the stallion's monstrous prick begin its journey into the long and heated cavern of the mare's cunt.
Both of the girls gasped simultaneously, as they saw the wild cock sink into the large gaping hole of the exposed cunt.
"Oh Mary, look!" Connie shrieked.
Connie's hand landed on Mary's arm and she squeezed Mary's soft skin.
Mary tingled at the contact with the younger girl.
The stallion fully mounted the mare and began stroking his giant rod into her.
Mary felt her cunt opening and her juices beginning to flow as she watched the spectacle of the horses fucking. She wished she were alone so that she could jerk-off and maybe even get to feel the horse's prick.
Connie, on the other hand, was wishing that she and Mary could be naked and lying there together exploring each other. That was what she wanted. Seeing the horses together was really turning her on and she wanted to do something with the feelings she was having.
She turned and looked at Mary. Her eyes were glazed over with a veil and Connie could tell that her nipples were hard too.
Connie could feel her own tits swelling and pointing skyward, she reached down and touched one of the extended tips.
Sensations raced through her body and her cunt felt like it was on fire.
She moved a little closer to Mary.
"Oh it's so exciting!" squealed Connie, and she threw herself into Mary's arms.
It happened so quickly that Mary was knocked off balance and fell back into the long grass. Connie landed on top of her and they lay like that for a moment. Neither of them saying anything, each of them breathing hard and almost panting.
Connie's lips nuzzled into Mary's neck.
The contact was electric. Goosebumps began to form on Mary's skin.
Connie's lips were soft and smooth. They were setting Mary on fire.
She could feel Connie's boobs pressing into her own and Connie's slim golden thighs inching their way between hers.
Mary kept her eyes closed and tried not to think about what was happening to her. She liked the feel of Connie's body next to hers, and the feel of her lips along the tender skin of her neck, but it was incest and it was queer and no matter how good it felt it was still wrong.
"Oh Mary, it's so nice to be next to you this way."
Mary gulped and stiffened in her embrace.
Connie reached up and began to unbutton Mary's blouse. She felt Mary go rigid in her arms.
"Don't be afraid, it's all right, there's nothing wrong with our being together."
"But Connie," Mary began, "we're sisters, we can't do this," she sighed.
"Trust me, aren't you hot, don't you want to do it?"
Mary started to shake. She was hot, she did want it, but she was so afraid.
Connie leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Connie's young lips were so soft.
Mary held her lips tight and endured it, but it wasn't the same thing that she normally felt. She liked the feel of Connie's lips, but she wouldn't let herself enjoy it.
Connie's tongue slipped out and began to trace the line of Mary's lips.
Connie knew that in time she could soften Mary with her passion but she didn't know how long it would take.
Mary began to breathe more heavily. Her large breasts began to rise and fall in a slow rhythm.
Connie put her hand on one of Mary's heavy boobs. It felt soft and spongy. She reached into Mary's blouse and felt the smooth, soft flesh of her boob.
Mary began to shiver, heat was racing through her body.
Connie's lips were still on hers, they felt soft and inviting.
Mary lost a little of her control. Her lips softened a little and Connie seized on that and pushed her tongue in between Mary's lips.
They exploded.
"Oh!" wailed Connie.
Her tongue began squirming around in Mary's mouth. She could feel Mary relaxing beneath her. Slowly Mary began to move her tongue too. Tentatively at first and then with more ardor.
Connie's legs pushed Mary's apart and she pushed her belly against Mary's. Mary's arms slowly wrapped around Connie's slim body.
Mary opened her eyes briefly and saw the stallion ravaging the mare's cunt.
She opened up to Connie's attentions more.
Connie finished undoing Mary's buttons and now felt the full softness of her spongy globes.
Her nipples were standing straight up and Connie brushed her thumb across the peaked surfaces.
"Ooo! Oh, do that again," Mary crooned. "I'll do it again, and again until you beg me to stop."
Connie roughly kneaded the soft mounds.
"I'm so hot for you, I want to see you naked again, like I did before that afternoon, I think you are so beautiful."
Mary was terribly flattered by Connie's thoughts. For she thought that Connie had always been more beautiful.
She touched Connie's long blonde hair and sniffed it.
It smelled of honeysuckle and soap.
Mary held her tightly.
Connie sat up for a moment and reached behind her back. Mary watched as Connie slowly let the halter drop from her firm upjutted boobs.
Her nipples stuck out and the aureoles were drawn up tight and seemed to be pushing out her nipples more.
"Touch me," Connie said.
Mary reached up slowly and held out her hand toward Connie's tits.
They were small and delicate looking. The rosy tips seemed to wink at her.
Mary touched Connie's tits very lightly at first. She ran her fingers down the gentle slope of her boob. Then, she cupped them from the underside. She sat up and brought her mouth level with the exposed mounds.
Mary moved her closer. She smelled Connie, it was a delicious scent.
She licked her lips.
She wanted to suck Connie's tits.
She moved her mouth closer.
Connie pushed her tit toward Mary's slightly open mouth.
Mary reached out and held Connie's waist.
Connie's nipple was only a breath away from her hungry lips.
All Mary was aware of was wanting to suck Connie, to suck all of her.
Mary darted out her tongue and it brushed against the hardness of Connie's nipple.
Connie tasted so good. Almost like cream.
Mary closed her mouth around Connie's extended tip and sucked it into the wet softness of her mouth.
Connie brushed her hands through Mary's dark hair and pulled Mary's mouth further onto her tit.
Mary gently began to bite the hard nubbin of flesh as she sucked it.
Connie started to groan and melt all through her body.
Mary was lost in the world of Connie's tit and feeling blissful.
She found herself wanting more of Connie's body, and still she felt too shy to go for it.
"Let's get undressed?" suggested Connie.
Mary nodded and Connie slipped from her grasp.
Connie stood up, her tits swaying a little, and began to undo the catch on her pants. The denim material fell from her hips and began to fall down her thighs. Her golden skin looked even more radiant in the mid-day sun.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mary when she saw the blonde bush between Connie's thighs. The sunlight was pouring directly down on the front of her body and her pussy hair sparkled.
Mary reached out and touched the silky hair of Connie's pussy. She had an urge to bury her face in Connie's golden twat.
Connie kicked off her shorts and stood there completely naked.
"Now you," she said shyly.
Mary stood up and put her arms around the younger girl. She felt her smooth satiny skin and ran her hands down Connie's back to where the gentle sloping of her back turned into the twin globes of ass.
Mary felt each of them in a weighing motion.
Then Connie stood away and pointed to Mary, "Come on take them off."
Mary looked shyly down at her jeans and then half turned from Connie as she undid the button and unzipped the zipper.
Connie stood there smiling. She looked like a natural goddess, and a wood nymph. Her skin was glowing radiantly.
Mary pushed her jeans down her large fleshy thighs and then off her legs entirely. She was still wearing a pair of pale blue panties, but Connie could see the great black bush of her pussy, and that made Connie's nipples tighten even further.
"Take it all off, Mary, I don't want to wait any longer."
Mary, even more shyly, slowly pulled at the elastic waistband of the panties and began to take them over the same route that the jeans had gone just a minute before.
The moment that her mound was exposed to the sunlight and to Connie's gaze, Connie reached over and brushed her hand against Mary's fur.
Connie helped Mary rid herself of the panties and then they fell into each others arms.
"Isn't this wonderful?" sighed Connie.
"You're so lovely," breathed Mary enjoying the full glory of Connie's young form.
Connie pulled Mary down in the tall grass and began exploring her body. Her hands traveled down over Mary's massive boobs and then made slow lazy circles as they traveled further down the expanse of Mary's belly and down her thighs.
"Touch me," sighed Connie.
Mary ran her hands up Connie's torso and cupped her boobs. Connie moved in on top of Mary. Their bodies were pressed close and the hair on their protruding mounds mingled.
Connie clasped her thighs around one of Mary's and pressed herself against the spongy flesh of Mary's thigh.
One of her hands reached up and fondled one of Mary's boobs. The nipple was rock hard and it made Connie's mouth water.
She lowered her head and placed her delicate lips over the pink nubbin of flesh.
"Ahh!" Mary groaned.
Mary shoved her hips up against Connie's thigh and began to grind her hungry cunt against the firm skin of Connie's thigh.
They were generating enough heat to start a brush fire.
Both of them were groaning and writhing.
Mary began to feel up the softness of Connie's ass. She felt the twin swellings and then Connie spread her legs and Mary reached under the curve of Connie's body and felt the hair covered lips of her pussy.
She felt Connie squirm on top of her and she parted the hairy folds and felt for the first time, the tender wet inner lips of another woman's cunt.
"Oh!" wailed Connie.
Mary dug her thumb into the soft skin of Connie's cunt.
Connie winced a little and then she loosened up.
Mary felt her juices begin to flow almost immediately. Connie's cunt was bathing her thumb in love juices.
Connie began to rotate her ass and ride up and down on Mary's imbedded finger.
Connie's hot lips began racing all over Mary's neck and shoulders.
Mary felt Connie's hand close over her boob and begin to play with the nipple. She felt her belly tighten and the nerves in her body began to pull upward.
Connie's cunt was contracting around her finger now and Mary wanted her to come. She wanted to give Connie that pleasure, she wanted to give her all the passion she had which until now, she could only get into with Bing.
She thought of Bing fondly for a moment, his large furry body next to hers, and that wonderful tongue of his. Just then, her thoughts were interrupted and Connie's body lifted from hers.
Mary opened her eyes in surprise and then mild shock.
Connie had changed her position and was now lying with her head pointed right at Mary's crotch.
To Mary's delight, this put Connie's golden pussy only a few inches from her love starved lips.
She reached over and began touching the soft skin on the inside of Connie's thighs.
She could see Connie begin to tremble with desire.
Connie smelled the faint odor of Mary's cunt and licked her lips. She hadn't realized that being with another woman could be so exciting.
She wanted to dive her wet pink tongue into Mary's hole, and make her come, just as if her tongue were a prick.
Her cunt began to tingle just thinking about it.
Her hand reached out and she parted the hairy lips. Pink wetness showed underneath. She ran a finger up and down the damp crevice and found the button at the top.
From explorations of her own body, she knew that it was Mary's clit and she touched it gently.
"Oh!" came a sigh from Mary's lips, which were getting closer and closer to the lips of Connie's cunt.
Connie leaned down and placed her lips on the inner surfaces of Mary's cunt.
"I want you, I want to suck you too," cried out Mary.
And with that, she grabbed Connie's thighs and pulled the smaller girl on top of her. Her mouth dived into Connie's twat and she began drinking of Connie's sweetness.
Connie, feeling Mary's wet spear landing on her cunt, drove her own into the fullness of the exposed pussy in front of her.
They went wild. Both tongues began lapping at an incredible rate of speed and soon both of the girls were trembling.
Connie worried Mary's clit with her tongue and teeth and stuck her finger up into Mary's hole and wiggled it around.
Mary was probing Connie's fuck-hole with her tongue and trying to push all of it up inside of her.
Their rhythms were almost the same. Both tongues lapping furiously. Thighs trembling and asses bucking and humping.
Connie spread her legs wider and gave Mary full access to her steaming cunt.
Mary lifted her legs around Connie and caught her head between her thighs.
Sweat was pouring off both of them. Their skin seemed to be melting into one another's.
The muscles in Connie's stomach were jumping and jerking like they did when she jerked off.
And Connie's young tongue was driving Mary to heights of ecstasy that she'd never reached before.
Their bodies shown with the sunlight.
Slurping noises pushed the quiet of the afternoon further and further away.
Mary felt her insides drawing upward.
She knew that she would come soon and as she felt her orgasm building, she licked harder at the lovely piece of meat in front of her.
Connie, too, was aware of the feelings that the end was in sight.
But right then she felt as though she could spend the rest of her life, lying there in that open field licking Mary's cunt and getting licked by Mary's tongue.
They were both caught up in the increasing flood of their passion.
They rose higher and higher.
The fire of their bodies mingled and spread.
They were filled with each other.
Connie felt as if she would burst.
Her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
She clung to Mary's body and drove her finger further into the depths of Mary's cunt.
Then it began.
Mary went rigid. Every muscle in her body grew taut and she cried out in a mixture of pain and delight.
Connie felt her cunt pulsing madly around her tongue and then there was stillness.
Mary continued to lick Connie's heated hole.
Connie drifted through space for a moment and then she too exploded.
"Ahh! Oh! I'm coming!" she screamed.
Mary held on to her tightly while her body twisted with passion.
Then she was still too.
They lay there for a moment not moving. Their heads still between each other's legs.
After a few minutes, Connie moved up and held Mary in her arms.
They cuddled and talked for a good hour before they got dressed and went back to the house. It had been quite an afternoon for them and both of them were exhausted, but it was a good exhaustion.
They both felt good and loved.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Get away from those clothes; you motherfucking jerk!"
The goat looked up at Mary but didn't move. "I said get away from there, now, move!" The goat whinnyed, but still didn't move. Mary threw down the towel and stamped out the back door.
"How many times do you have to be told, those are not for you to chew?"
She reached Crane, the goat, and pulled him away from the freshly washed clothes.
The goat's coat was coarse under her fingers, but she absently petted him.
"I'll have to tie you up, if you don't behave."
Crane just bumped his head into her and rubbed against her.
"I know you just want some loving, and some attention, but I don't want you to eat my clothes."
It was a beautiful morning and Mary felt young and fresh and alive. She had just washed her hair and now it was flowing around her shoulders and felt soft and silky.
She petted Crane's head and scratched under his bearded chin.
Mary kicked off her sandals and walked through the freshly mowed grass. Crane followed her as she walked along.
"The household chores can wait," she told Crane.
He whinnyed.
"I think that you and I should take a walk."
She went up the little incline behind the house and into the meadow behind it. Little bright blue flowers were everywhere. She bent over to pick up a few and Crane pushed his snout up at her upturned ass.
Mary jerked up.
"Crane, bad goat!"
Then she laughed. Actually, it had felt good and she didn't mind it at all. But to give in to her desires without even a little fight was too much for her.
They walked along further through the meadow and finally, Mary sat down on a low rock and rested her legs.
Crane stood beside her and then he too lay down in the soft golden grass.
He lazily nibbled at some flowers and Mary hummed softly to herself.
It was indeed a most beautiful morning.
Mary hadn't felt as relaxed in years. The newness of her sexual finds had given her a whole new lease on life.
The air was filled with the most luxurious smells and Mary lay back in the grass and let her legs fall open wide. She felt open to everything, and all the smells and sounds and well; just everything.
The grass tickled her legs and she drew her knees up. Her legs fell open and the warm air swept up her thighs and warmed her cunt.
Suddenly, Crane got up and began to eat some of the grass at Mary's feet.
Mary's eyes floated up to the bright blueness of the sky and then she closed them. Fantasies of Crane eating her out flashed through her mind.
She could feel the goat's breath on her legs and she spread them a little more. "Crane," she murmured.
At the sound of his name, the goat looked up. Mary met his dark eyes with hers and then she smiled.
"Crane I want you," she sighed.
The goat just looked blankly at her and ate some more grass.
Mary reached down to her naked cunt and opened the lips.
"Look what I have for you Crane; a nice hot pussy!"
Her fingers went into the softness of her cunt.
She reached up and pulled Crane's head down into her hot snatch and hoped that he would get the smell and want to eat her pussy juices.
Crane sniffed loudly at the entrance to her cunt.
Experimentally, his tongue flicked out and then ran up the wet crevice of Mary's cunt.
Mary's belly jerked violently.
Crane apparently liked the taste of Mary's cunt because he moved closer to her and began to really get into eating her.
Mary lifted her legs and put them around the goat's shoulders. Crane dipped his head down to her honey pot and plunged his head into her well used fuck hole.
"Oooooh!" she shivered.
"I sure wish Swede knew how to do the things you're doing, Crane."
Crane kept his head buried in the folds of Mary's very hot pussy.
His cold wet nose was driving Mary insane, but in a good way.
"Do me Crane, do me good!"
Crane snorted.
Mary's clit was beginning to tremble with the action that Crane was giving it with his rough tongue.
It felt so nice to have an appreciative animal sucking at her quim. Nothing felt quite as good. Certainly not Swede, and not even Connie for that matter, had given her the thrill that she got from the animals.
Crane's long tongue traveled down the crease of her cunt, and further down and along the crease of her lifted ass.
Mary felt the muscles of her cunt contracting with the pleasure of it.
Up to this point, Mary hadn't gotten into much anal stuff.
But it felt so good to have Crane's tongue running along the crack of her ass and then going into the tiny puckered hole that lay there.
Crane's beard tickled the undersides of her open thighs.
She squirmed with the pleasure of the feeling.
"Crane, eat me out! Make me come, do me! Do me!"
She lowered her ass so that his attention would once again be drawn back to her aching cunt.
Briefly, she thought of getting Crane to fuck her, but she shyed away from the idea. That still scared her.
Crane followed her lead and began to lick her turned on cunt again.
Mary began tossing and turning underneath the ministrations of his tongue.
It had a rougher texture than Bing's and that made it even more exciting. It felt a little smoother than sandpaper but not that much. She could feel his front hoofs under her legs and that both scared her and made her feel good.
Maybe the element of danger was what attracted her so much. Crane could step on her or bite her clit off or any number of things.
But he wasn't even trying to do that, he was just licking in big giant licks.
Mary began pounding her heels into the soft earth under her and crying out in passion. The flood was boiling inside her. She was losing control and loving every minute of it.
Crane stamped one of his hoofs and licked harder.
That was all Mary needed, she was off.
The burning sensations raced through her cunt and then began to wail.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, oh you wonderful goat!"
Mary's cunt pulsed and pounded and then quieted.
She pushed Crane away from her and sat up. This was all very new to her and she felt a little strange each time it happened.
She slapped Crane on the fanny and he trotted off into the field. Mary sat there for a long time just thinking. She didn't know quite what to do about this thing she'd gotten into.
Bing and she sucking each other almost every afternoon, and her fantasies about the animals on the farm. It just didn't seem natural to her at all.
But she was getting the pleasure that she needed and wanted and that in the end was the most important thing and she wished she could get over being so uptight about it.
She watched Crane chasing Bing through the meadow and wondered if Bing would ever fuck her. She knew that it would depend on her and whether or not she wanted it. She was beginning to think that she did.
In the distance, she heard a bell ringing and realized that Connie was calling them all in for lunch.
She hurried off in the direction of the house.
She wanted to tell them but she didn't think they'd understand, or that they would laugh at her and so she vowed to keep quiet about her recent affairs.
She went into the kitchen. Swede was standing at the sink washing his hands and Spence was just sitting down at the table and he gave her his usual leer. Connie was getting the plates.
"Where have you been?" Connie asked.
"Out walking," Mary lied.
"Walking with who?" teased Swede.
They all laughed but it was a laugh of tension.
"Let's eat," prompted Spence, "I'm starved."
The girls finished putting the meal on and then they sat down.
Swede looked at Connie's lush tits and his mouth watered. He longed to have them in his mouth again.
Swede and Spence talked over the cattle for a while and then Connie and Mary spoke of things that ought to be done later that afternoon.
They all carefully avoided any mention of sex.
Connie let out a long sigh and sat back after the meal.
"Now all I need is a good fuck and I'll be all set."
"Connie!" Mary admonished.
"Well it's true. But don't worry I'm not planning to do anything about it just now."
"Well, I'd rather you didn't talk about it at the table," said Mary.
"Well then I'll leave the table because that's where my head's at."
With that, Connie left the table and then flounced upstairs.
Spence and Swede looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Each of them wanted to be the one that Connie got her rocks off with.
Mary busied herself so that she wouldn't have to deal with what had just happened.
She was again embarrassed by Connie's directness and she wondered if Connie was still a virgin and dropping an incredible hint.
Swede finished his coffee and then left the table. Mary watched him go and then felt somewhat awkward being alone with Spence.
She started to do the dishes.
Spence came up behind her and stood there for a moment.
"Want some help?" he asked.
"If you want to, I'd appreciate it."
"What shall I do?"
"Here," she said handing him the towel, "you can dry."
Spence took the towel and picked up one of the washed plates. He began to rub it and then put it up on the shelf.
"You're looking good these days, Mary."
She blushed. Again she felt awkward; Spence was someone that she had never trusted and she saw no reason to start now.
She just nodded to him. He smiled his lecherous smile at her and she both cringed and got turned on inside by it.
She kept doing the dishes and tried not to look in Spence's direction.
After a few moments had passed, Mary became aware of the bulge in Spence's pants.
She tried not to look at it, but it drew her eyes to it, she couldn't take her eyes away. The bulge was so big.
Spence moved in back of her and lightly brushed her ass as he walked behind her.
Mary tingled and moved out of Spence's reach.
She didn't like the way Spence came on to her and she resented him hanging around, but she was also turned on and didn't know what to do with her feelings.
Spence began humming to himself, and that scared Mary a little. It seemed rather diabolical.
"Have you finished all your chores for today?" she asked.
"All but one," Spence answered.
"Oh, and what's that?"
"I want to fuck you, and I want to fuck you now!"
A dish slipped from Mary's hand and crashed down into the sink. "Damn!" she shouted. "Getting hot Mary old girl?" he teased. She didn't answer but instead cleaned up the broken dish.
"Come on baby, I know you want me, come on," he teased.
Mary got more and more flustered.
"I want to shove my cock right up that old fuck hole of yours and make you come till you can't take it any more."
Mary was getting hotter and hotter, with embarrassment as well as excitement.
Spence put his arms around her waist and held her from behind. Mary could feel the huge trapped bulge of his cock pushing into her fleshy ass.
He was holding her tight and she felt like she was in a vise. It scared her but it also delighted her.
She felt herself melting.
Spence's cock was pushing into her harder.
"Come on, baby, don't fight me, I want you, and I can make you happy if you'll let me."
Mary just wasn't sure about this whole thing. Spence was so big and strong, she knew she couldn't fight him and she also was aware of wanting to surrender to his strength.
Mary, involuntarily, moved back against his cock.
Spence let his hands go up to her large boobs and begin to push and pull at them. "Oooh!" sighed Mary.
"That a girl," he coaxed like she was a frightened animal.
Mary stiffened a little but Spence let one of his hands drop to her belly and he began making slow circles over the protruding surface.
Mary relaxed.
Spence bucked his hips and pressed his growing rod into her soft ass.
Mary tentatively reached behind her and felt for the huge rod that was being pushed at her.
It leaped when she touched it.
It was larger than any of the other one's she'd ever felt and it wasn't fully hard nor out of his clothing yet.
"Just like a horse," she thought to herself.
Spence took her by the shoulders and turned her round. Mary still felt too shy to look at him. But her hand found its way to his cock again.
"That's it, baby, feel me up real good, so that when I stick you, you'll be getting all I have to give."
Spence lowered Mary to the kitchen floor.
She felt her stomach sinking as her back landed on the tile.
Fear and passion were gripping her.
Spence began to undo her dress. The long back zipper sizzled as he brought it down.
His rough hands mauled her flesh.
She was excited by his roughness.
She wanted to give herself to him but she was afraid.
He bared her nipple and pulled at it with his fingers.
"Oooh!" Mary wailed.
"You like it baby, don't you, most of you older broads do. Just love getting a really hot piece of meat in your tail."
Mary just trembled. She loved the way he was talking. She wished that Swede would use language like that when they were fucking, it made it so much more exciting.
Spence lifted the skirt of Mary's dress and rubbed the skin of her fleshy thighs.
"Ahh!"
His touch was setting her on fire. His hands were so strong.
"Touch my cunt," Mary pleaded.
In response, Spence shot his hand up to her uncovered cunt and stuck a finger into the wet hole.
Mary opened her legs further and let him get it all the way into her gaping hole.
"You feel really good, getting ready to take my rod up that hole of yours."
"Oh I am ready Spence, I want you to fuck me."
She turned and unzipped his pants. She pressed against the bulge with her hand and it jerked.
"Ooo, baby, you're making me hot," Spence warned.
Mary fished inside his shorts.
She was shocked at the amount of doubled up meat lying there.
She had never felt so much.
Spence helped her in getting it out of his pants.
Mary took the giant rod in her hand. She could hardly get her fingers around it and it wasn't fully hard yet.
Mary began to run her fingers up and down the shaft.
She felt it begin to tighten.
Spence kept his finger going in her honeyed cove and every once in a while she would jump when he touched her clit.
"Your cock is so big," she said with awe.
"Biggest in the country, I reckon."
"How long is it, have you ever measured it?"
"Long enough to fuck the living hell out of you."
"Oh, Spence I want you to fuck me. Really I do!"
"I know that baby, I've known that for a long time. Swede doesn't give you what you want, right? That's why you and Crane took that walk this morning."
Mary was shocked. She had been found out. Spence knew about her animal lusts.
Spence started to laugh.
"Didn't you think anyone knew, right?"
Mary nodded.
"Yeah, well I know about Bing too. You can't get away with much around this place without somebody finding out."
Mary felt ashamed, but Spence seemed to accept it and she didn't feel as bad as she thought she would when she got found out.
"I've had most of the animals on this place, at least a couple of times. It's not a bad trip at all. Makes life interesting around this place."
That made Mary feel better about her own lusts for the furry ones.
But now she was with a very human male, whose member was growing larger and larger by the minute.
Spence's rod had grown almost twice the size it had been before.
Mary's hand was filled completely. In fact, it was filled to overflowing.
Spence's cock stuck out a full six inches past Mary's closed fist.
Mary stroked the rock hard pole slowly up and down. It was the biggest cock she'd ever had and she wanted to enjoy it.
"Put it in your mouth, baby," Spence demanded.
Mary lowered her head and took the bulbous red tip between her lips. Her mouth felt stretched out of shape by the huge knob.
"Ahh!" groaned Spence.
Mary licked the ball of hot flesh in her mouth like it was a giant lollipop. Except that this lollipop tasted of old pee and salt. Still Mary was like a child with it.
She tried to keep her teeth from scraping the edges of it, but it was so monstrous that it couldn't be helped. Spence didn't seem to mind. He lay there groaning with pleasure. He pushed his hips up at her. His rod slipped in a little further. Mary started to gag with the bulk of it.
She pulled back.
"Can't take it, huh? Well that's okay, very few can. Let's see how you do with your cunt."
Spence withdrew his prick from her sucking lips with a pop.
Mary leeched after it hungrily.
Spence pushed her back on the tile floor and knelt between her legs.
"Want a little tongue action before I stick you, baby?"
Mary could hardly speak, she was so hot. "Anything," she murmured. Spence bent over her and spread the lips of her cunt.
Mary held her breath.
Then Spence stuck out his tongue and licked carelessly over the dewy surface of her inner lips. He could feel her pussy contracting, and he wasn't even inside of her yet.
Then he changed his mind.
"You're wet enough to take me," he announced. Then he lay on his back on the floor and bucked his hips.
Mary's eyes rivited to his huge rod, which was standing straight up in the air.
"Climb aboard, Mary old girl and get the ride of your life."
The glaze over Mary's eyes deepened.
She lifted her leg over Spence's body and straddled his thighs.
She felt Spence's cock bobbing against her belly and her thighs as she prepared to mount him.
All she could think of was getting that big rod deep in her hungry snatch.
That was all she wanted.
Spence knew it by the look in her eye. He'd seen that look often and knew that sometimes after the girl actually tried to mount his pole, she got turned off because of the pain involved. He was hoping that Mary wouldn't disappoint him that way.
Mary positioned herself so that his cock was right at the entrance to her cunt.
Her nipples were standing out half an inch from her boobs. Spence reached up and caught one of them between his fingers and pressed.
"Ahh! That's so nice, do it again."
"After I'm in you, I'm hot for you Mary, don't tease me."
Mary held herself high above his cock and then slowly began to lower herself.
The head of his cock slipped into her. "Oh!" she groaned.
She kept sliding down on his huge rod until seven of the ten inches were in.
Her cunt contracted madly around them.
She pulled herself back up to the top of his pole and then in one sudden movement, jammed herself down on all ten inches of his meat.
"Ahhh!" Mary screamed.
His cock felt like it was going right into her womb.
The pain was unbearable, but it was also unbearable delight for Mary's hungry cunt.
Spence jerked his hips as if to test that he was really inside of her.
Mary cried out again, but stayed on him.
"You must have a cunt like a fucking well," Spence said.
He was well aware that it had been some time since any woman had taken his full ten inches and hadn't fainted.
Mary was in heaven having a cock like that buried up her quim. Nothing had felt so good.
Old Swede's rod seemed like a toothpick compared to the spear that Spence had.
Mary began to move up and down on Spence's rod.
Slowly at first and then with more speed.
Up and down and up and down like a merry-go-round horse.
She was seething. A bitch in heat of the first order.
She was really enjoying fucking for the first time that she could remember.
Suddenly, a cold wet nose pressed up against her upturned ass.
"Eeek! What's that?"
She looked back over her shoulder and to her surprise saw Bing there sniffing her exposed asshole.
"Bing, darling!" she cried out.
The dog barked at hearing his name.
He again pressed his snout into the opened crease of Mary's buttocks.
Suddenly, his tongue came out and darted into the little puckered hole.
Mary squealed with delight.
She bounced up and down on Spence's prick.
She felt Bing's paws on her back and then the pointed tip of his cock.
Every nerve in her body tensed.
She was going to get double fucked, a man in her cunt and a dog up her ass.
Mary almost went out of her mind just imagining it.
But then her thoughts were taken over by the reality of the action.
The tip of Bing's prick pushed at her tiny hole.
It went in a little ways.
"Oooh!" Mary wailed.
Bing dug his paws into her hips and banged it all the way into her.
"FUCK ME!" yelled Mary.
Spence began to ram himself into her open cunt. Bing kept shooting his rod up her opening ass. Mary was climbing higher and higher. Both pricks were pounding into her. Mary started trembling. Her thighs were quaking.
Her belly was jerking like mad. She felt as though she were being ripped apart. "Ahh!" she cried. Spence groaned.
"Oh damn, oh, ahh!" she screamed.
Low growling sounds came from Bing.
"Ahh...!" shrieked Mary.
Spence humped himself into her. His cock buried deep in her gut.
"Oh...! I'm coming, ahh...!" Mary squealed.
Her cunt began to contract violently.
Spence felt his cum being sucked out of him.
"Me too, me too!" panted Spence.
Mary felt his cock shooting its juice into her throbbing cunt.
Bing kept humping at her ass, but finally her contractions got to him too. With a few short rabbit-like strokes he flooded his juice into her ass.
Then they all collapsed.
Sighing, panting, almost crying.
Bing jumped off her back and lay down.
Mary let her full weight rest on Spence.
An hour later Mary was asleep in her bed, dreaming satisfied dreams.
Spence went out to the barn and fell asleep too.
And Bing found a nice shady spot and went to sleep too.
In the room next to Mary's, the rhythmic creaking of Connie's bed could be heard.
CHAPTER SIX
There were very few books in the house. Five-not counting Mary's dirty books-to be exact. They were: The Bible; The Farmer's Almanac; The Independent Farmer, published by the Department of Agriculture in a fit of Jeffersonianism; Great Figures in American History; and Greek and Roman Myths.
Nobody knew where the last two had come from.
Greek and Roman Myths was old and dog-eared, pages were missing and the back cover was torn off.
Nevertheless, Connie one day had sat down to read it.
It had been many years ago when she was twelve, or eleven, and she had not grasped the pagan eroticism that pervaded the stories of the old gods. The addition, meant for high school had been carefully rewritten so as to be as opaque as possible.
But now, when she remembered one of the stories, she saw it differently.
She put together the euphemisms of the book with the cocks and cunts that she had seen and tried in action. Suddenly, things made a lot more sense.
Or some of it did.
One story that still baffled her was the tale of Leda and the Swan in which Zeus came to earth in the form of that fowl and took his pleasure of Leda that way.
Connie had no trouble at all with the concept of fucking animals. She had seen big sister with Bing lapping big sister's cunt. And she knew about Spence, Spence with his cock up anything that had a hole.
No, the concept of fucking animals was very familiar to her. Comfortable even. But a swan?! How?!?
Connie figured, at first, that it was just because a god was in on it. After all, it wasn't really a swan, but a god disguised as a swan. She dug it though. The thought of gods who went around fucking, and would disguise themselves, sneak around, perform rapes even, just to get a piece of pussy or a taste of cock, definitely appealed to her. It was a kind of god she could relate to.
She sort of wished that they were still around to come and rape her. If an animal was good, and a man was better; it would be utterly fabulous to be fucked by a god.
She could envision it perfectly.
A night of wild thunder and lightning. Crashes and flashes. She would be shivering in bed, huddling under the covers in fear. Then a peaceful center would move through the storm towards her. And finally, it would come into the room. In the middle of that, would be a being who was the power of the storm itself. The god.
He would be disguised as an animal: a bull, a swan, a goat, a bear. With a huge wonderful cock.
He would take her away in his cloud and with his magic cock he would rape her.
There would be a searing pain as the giant cock tore through her virgin barrier.
But as soon as he started his powerful strokes, the burning pain would fade away and become tingling pleasure. The downy animal fur of the god's chosen form would caress the tender lips of her pussy, soothing them, and rubbing the soft insides of her thighs, stimulating them. And she would come and come and come, while the storm raged around them.
In the morning, she would wake up, stiff and sore, but satisifed. The rest of her life would be spent searching round the world to find a fuck to match the fuck of a god. An effort doomed to failure; but noble and uplifting, almost religious in its futility.
Still, the swan bit bothered her.
They had a couple of swans around. One old male named Max, and two females named Mean and Stupid. Max was the only one whose name was not appropriate; he was both mean and stupid. Besides, he had a small cock, a tiny little thing, suitable for fowl but not for a real woman's cunt.
Again, she tried to dismiss it with the thought that it was a supernatural swan and it had a supernatural cock.
Connie was, in part, a very romantic girl. Sure she knew her own world and she had a certain hard-headed realism, but every adolescent girl has a romantic element in her. The story of Leda and the Swan was a romantic one, and the image it conjured up was a beautiful one. The supine woman being taken by this animal which was one of the prettiest and most graceful of all nature's creatures, with its pure white color and long elegant curves.
So Connie dreamed her swan dream over and over again.
Finally, she decided to do something about it. To act it out. She hoped fervently that it would work. If it did not, she figured it would at least cure her of her obsession.
The question was how to get Max to do it. The first problem was to get him to be cooperative at all, basically he was mean and vicious. Foul as Fowl as the saying goes.
The second problem was to get him up. Connie simply had no idea what turned a swan on. And once he got it up she wasn't sure he was big enough to matter-he would dent her instead of busting her.
Connie was determined to try.
Mary had some old sleeping pills around that the doctor had once given her.
On the day she was determined to make it and break it with Max, she stole a pill and put it in Max's feed.
The swan got stoned out of his mind.
He became lazy and lethargic, even letting Connie pick him up and carry him to the secluded spot she had picked out ahead of time. Normally, he would have jabbed his hard bill at her, powered by the sweeping action of his long, strong neck. Swans' necks are not only pretty, they are strong. And they use that length to get momentum for their attack. He would have bitten her also.
She was dressed as she normally did when the hot spring sun was shining: the shortest of shorts and skimy halter made from a bandana and a piece of string.
It took her less than a second to get rid of it all.
Her big boobs hung free and the nipple instantly hardened at the light touch of the breeze.
It was because she was so ready; so hot for her dream fuck.
Her pants fell away. Down there too, in her thick blonde bush she was ready, warm and damp.
She touched herself to check, although she already knew. Her finger slid through the yellow jungle of curling hairs slowly as she teased herself.
When she reached the top of her slit, she found that her lips were parted and her finger fell right in to the waiting greased cleft.
The first thing it hit was the protrusion of her clit.
A sharp tingle jabbed through her in a burst. It was like the chills, coming outward from her hard clit around the back and over her ass, down along her tender inner thighs, and up over her golden fleshed tummy. It felt so good.
She just had to rub it some more.
Her fingers began to make slow circles over the protrusion. It grew; a little longer, a little thicker, a little harder. And it felt better and better.
Her bare feet wriggled in the dirt as she spread her legs to accommodate her searching hand. Her knees bent outwards to increase the spread of space that gave pussy access.
Her hand slid toward the back of her cunt, toward the waiting hole.
It went easily and her cunt ached to be filled.
Her finger hovered around the tight opening. She ran it tentatively around the outer edge of the cavity.
All the while, she kept her eyes on doped-up Max who sat there calmly, and somewhat stupidly, looking back at her with a blank expression that only birds are really capable of.
His form turned her on.
The sheer whiteness of him. Purity for her perversion. And most of all his neck. The long curving phallic neck, arched and sinuous, like a soft feathered white snake.
She hoped his cock would be as beautiful and exciting.
Her finger slipped slowly into the tight pussy hole. It was hardly stretched and each time her finger went in she had to restretch it.
It clung tightly to her hand. It was hot. It was moist.
Smiling, she realized that her pussy would be a real treat for a man-as soon as she decided to let a man in.
And it would be soon. First, the finger. Then the swan. And then: Spence?
The hell with the finger, she thought, it's time for the swan.
She withdrew her hand from her richly haired pussy. Her cunt let it go with a wet reluctant "thumph" sound.
She got down on her knees and grabbed Max. He came to her without resistance. But he would not let her turn him over. He stuck his webbed feet to the ground and resisted. If she pushed harder than he could resist, he just stepped to the side, always maintaining his upright position.
Finally she gave up. She would do it his way and reach underneath his stubbornly upright form and find his cock. It took her but a single glance to see that it would be easier to reach from behind than in front. The distance was shorter from there.
She got around behind him and slid her hand under his rounded soft-feathered rump.
And found nothing.
She poked and prodded and could not find a swan cock.
She ruffled feathers. She parted feathers.
She knew he had one. She had seen him mount the females, Mean and Stupid. But she, being neither Mean nor Stupid could not find it.
Max, meanwhile, was having a reaction. He did not like all this poking and prodding into his precious private parts. Maintaining his dignity, not making a fuss about it, he began to walk away.
Connie, not ready to give up, pulled him back.
Again, he tried to walk away, with dignity, without a display of temper. But she would not let him. She pulled him back again.
The dope was wearing off and he had been offended beyond all measure of forgiveness.
There was no way he could let this pass.
His long neck coiled back. Then, somewhat clumsily since he was partially tranquillized still, he struck. His hard yellow bill stabbed at her restraining hand.
Connie, concentrating feverishly on her thwarted hope was unaware of the attack in preparation. She was still right where he had aimed when the bill hit home.
She shrieked and released him.
Max calmly waddled off. He was quite clumsy out of water and lost his grace on land. Still he continued on, her curses at his back.
Her arm hurt and her cunt ached.
Hating Max, and hating the world for telling her stories about gods committing rape as swans and then not providing swans with cocks, she quivered with rage and frustration.
There wasn't much she could do with her rage.
But she did know what she could do with her frustration. Her finger went to her cunt and began diddling. She thought of swans and cocks while she did it but it was her finger that made her come.
* * *
She applied her inventiveness to the situation.
It was a fantasy, a whim, an urge, that just wouldn't quit. Somehow her subconscious had decided that the most beautiful fuck in the world would be a fuck with a swan. Despite her failure, she had not gotten rid of her obsession.
All that night she dreamed about it.
Swans and other things as well.
Spence's big cock was part of her dream. It was a tower and she ran toward it, and as she got closer it seemed to grow bigger and bigger and bigger. She knew it was too large for her virgin hole-or any hole the size it was in her dream-but she wanted it so.
Finally she reached it.
She threw out her arms to grasp it. Slinkily, it moved, dodging her eager hands. Its root stayed in the same place but it bent away from her.
Wavering it towered over her.
Originally a warm and reddish hue it was now fadded from red to pink toward white. Not a passive white, but a glossy bright white. Like a swan's neck.
It was a swan's neck. Arched. Curved. Graceful.
She dived for the base of it. There it was standing still. There she could grasp it.
She fell on it, and it parted, the whiteness extending on each side of her.
In the middle of the whiteness, was a well; she drank, lapping like a dog.
The well began to move. Heaving, twisting, as she lapped. It was Mary's cunt, and the whiteness was Mary's thighs on either side of her, eagerly spread for any lapping tongue that could come by.
Connie realized with horror that her face had grown long and hair covered her whole body.
She was a collie. Bing! And she was lapping her sister's cunt. The way Bing did.
She ran away, not wanting to be a dog. As she ran, she turned back into herself again.
Exhausted, she fell to the ground on her back.
Looking where she had come from she saw that the huge white thighs had come together again to form a single swans neck.
The long swan's neck/snake/cock was coming toward her. It was huge, stretching high in the air. But she was not frightened of it. She wanted it to come to her. She wanted it to want her.
It bent down toward her.
Directly toward the center of her being, her ready cunt.
Its feel was soft and smooth as it slid between her legs searching for what it wanted.
A mouth opening at the tip of it touched her huge blonde bush. Blonde-yellow. Like the sun-ripened wheat, waving in the fields. Yes, she was part of the earth and it was wheat growing over her fertility hole.
The being grazed there, nibbling gently down to the roots of her wheat-like pubic hair. It felt good. Gentle, yet stimulating. Each tug pulled through the flesh and she felt it in her clit and deep inside her hole.
Suddenly, she awoke from the dream. Her hand was in her cunt. One finger prodded at the cunt hole while her palm was rubbing over her clit. Her thumb was stroking back and forth over her pubic hairs, tugging softly at them.
She finished her orgasm as she became fully awake.
But when it was over, she still remembered her dream.
It was a wild idea. Absolutely crazy. But she was going to try it.
This time she would use Mean and Stupid. She was through with Max.
She had to get them so they were doped and hungry. She knew at least that the sleeping pills worked on swans, at least for a while.
* * *
Mean staggered slightly as she sluggishly reached for the kernel of corn. She gobbled it and swallowed it, it made a moving lump as it went down her long greedy neck.
Stupid grabbed a kernel while Mean was swallowing.
Their slow moving bills made a caress on Connie's tender cunt lips as they plucked kernel after kernel from them. They did not seen to care one way or the other that their dinner had sauce on it for a change.
Connie took care not to put the kernels right on her clit. She didn't want a swan's bill grabbing and trying to swallow that.
She giggled at the thought of her clit traveling down that long neck, making a lump on the line as it moved.
Her crazy idea was working. It felt good. She was getting near her goal. The caressing bills took soft nip after soft nip at her sensitive lips.
Every once in a while, they would grab a piece of skin.
But it didn't matter. They were too dopey to bite hard. All it did was transfer the feeling of the tug direct to her clit.
She watched their long graceful necks working at her with pleasure.
It was becoming difficult to keep placing the feed there. She was losing control, which was what she wanted. But if she lost control she would not be able to keep putting corn on the cunt. Without the corn Mean and Stupid would stop eating her.
It seemed like an unresolvable conflict.
But Connie decided not to worry. She was enjoying it much too much. Her desire was working out. True she was not being fucked, but she was definitely making it with a swan.
Her hips began to roll with the excitement. A low moaning sound escaped her throat.
She dribbled another pile of corn from her hand onto her cunt. As the rapid eating of the swans tickled her pussy, she felt herself close to coming.
Her hips moved a little more with the instinctive fuck motions that come so naturally. Her ass clenched and unclenched as the tingling pleasure spread through her hips and tummy.
Whether it was the sudden increase in the food supply, her excess of motion, the sounds she made, or simply time wearing the pills off, she never decided.
But things did change.
The swans suddenly seemed to wake up. Their natural mean greediness came back with their speed, strength and reflexes.
They were no longer nibbling on the surface of her cunt lips, they were pecking at her pussy. And it hurt.
Had she been not so close to coming she could have reacted sooner and simply jumped up and removed herself.
But she was on the verge of coming.
It took awhile for her sex loaded brain to realize that her body was in pain, not receiving pleasure. Even then she was so stoned out on the closeness of coming and so eager for more that she could not figure out what to do.
While she waited, the swans kept pecking, jabbing their hard bills against the very tenderest flesh of her entire body. They were bruising it. They were biting it.
Finally, it got through to her what was happening. Almost hysterically she began kicking and yelling to chase them away. Mean and Stupid had vicious tempers and this attack set them off.
They fought back, coiling their necks and whipping their hard bills at their enemy, Connie. They pounded her inner thighs. They jabbed her pussy lips. They stabbed inside. Mean even took a good hard nip of her clit.
That was the end.
The bite on her clit galvanized her. It was too much pain to bear and it chased away all her sensual urges. She leaped up and ran from the vicious fowls.
Mean and Stupid placidly ate the corn she had left behind.
"Honk, honk," they yelled after her in triumph. She was walking bowlegged with pain and carried a heavy hatred in her heart for swans.
But she did finally realize how she wanted to do it. She wanted a whole long swan's neck up her hole with its big lump of head leading. But that was far too big for her virgin cunt.
Maybe later when she was stretched.
Then she would have her revenge. Shove Mean or Stupid, or even Max, up there and let him or her smother bringing a huge orgasm for Connie's hungry hole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It took most of a week for Connie's cunt to heal.
Most of that time she walked slightly bow-legged and had trouble sitting. Nobody seemed to take notice of it, or if they did they said nothing about it. They all had their own complex and troublesome fish to fry.
For Connie, it was an exceedingly difficult week.
It wasn't just the pain. It was where the pain was. She still had her urge. She still needed to come. Her cunt itched, it begged for release. She needed it.
She couldn't have it.
She couldn't touch her cunt. It felt like fire was searing the sensitive bruised flesh each time she tried it.
She even took to wearing those skirts instead of her short shorts. The rubbing and the pressure of the cloth in her crotch was too irritating.
But all things pass, and flesh, in time, heals.
And when it healed, Connie found that there was no injury to her spirit of lust. She did have an aversion to swans now that was almost as great as her desire for them had been. But her desire for new erotic experiences were unchanged.
She was ready for something new.
Ready to find a new way to lose her troublesome cherry.
But not with Spence, yet. Spence was too big. She had seen that monster cock many times, gazing at it in awe as he plunged it into one of the sheep or the cows. And it was almost too big for their huge cunts. It would simply destroy hers.
There had to be a smaller cock around to lose it to.
Swede. She could fuck Swede.
She even wanted to fuck Swede.
Fuck him yes. Give him her cherry, no.
Thinking about it got her hot. Her cunt got creamy and it began to beg, again, for some release.
"Do you want me to pet you, or give you some finger-fucking?" she said to the blonde bush.
She knew the answer. It wanted finger-fucking. The skirt came off even more easily than her shorts had. It dropped to the ground. She laid her lush young ass down on the pile of cloth and spread her legs so her finger would have room to work.
* * *
Mary liked Bing's tongue better than she liked Spence's cock.
Spence's cock filled her and pounded her brutally taking a violent toll from her tender pussy hole. It was wild, but it was painful.
Bing's tongue sent her floating on a cloud of thick sensuality. The slow rough tongue lapping eased her higher and higher into the greatest orgasms she had ever had. And Bing had developed a taste for it that made him start licking the moment she spread her legs.
That left Bing free a lot of the time.
Connie had seen the look on Mary's face and the writhing of her lust filled body when Bing's cock had worked her cunt.
Connie was lying out in the fields. Letting the hot sun brown her naked flesh. Her large ripe breasts stood out firmly reaching up to the sun. The nipples, responding to the warmth, were half erect.
She had her legs spread so that some of the heat and light could reach her pussy. It was sufficiently protected by hair to keep it from burning, that didn't worry her.
She felt so good, lazing in the lush warmth of the day. Her body felt mellow and sensual. She just had to touch herself.
Her right hand slid slowly to the inward curve of her waist. On her side she touched herself lightly. Stroking. Her left hand moved to match her right hand. One hand on each side of her waist. As if a man were holding her.
Lightly, she drew one hand along the line of her rib cage, curving upward, by-passing her belly, up to the cleavage between her large breasts.
She sighed and moved sensuously to her own touch.
Her pussy began to cream.
Whether it was coincidence or the whiff of that cherished odor as it was carried by the wind that brought Bing to the spot where she was lying is impossible to say.
Certainly, when he got close he did catch the odor of ripe creaming salty pussy. And he loved the flavor.
When he reached her, his nose brought him directly to the wet spot between her legs.
The cool wetness of his nose against the warm wet of her sex box felt great. Flesh is sensitive to two things, pressure and temperature. Even cold, applied in the right degree at the right time can be an erotic stimulus.
His cold nose turned her on.
She knew immediately that she wanted this particular pleasure. She knew that she would dig it as much as Mary. She wanted his long tongue to start licking.
It didn't take long.
It was warm. Soft overall it had a nice rough texture. Her cunt had healed enough so that the roughness was an extra stimulus rather than pain.
She doubted if a man could do it nearly as well.
He lapped in long slow strokes, the rough pinkness of his tongue starting at the bottom of her cunt, down near her asshole then sliding leisurely upwards. It passed over her tight virgin hole, going in part way as he lapped for the liquid he liked to drink. It kept going past her hole and up to her glory button, her hard little clit with its thousands of sensitive nerve endings. The soft thickness, with its rough exterior surrounded it and warmed it in a lush way, while each rough little protrusion of the tongue seemed to work on a separate nerve.
Her hand reached down to pat him on the head, ruffling the soft fur.
"Good boy, good boy, Bing, you're a good cunt eater," she told him.
He might not have understood the words, but he understood the tone. He wagged his long-furred tail in reply. She was glad to see that he was happy also. That it was a shared experience.
She moaned as she rubbed his ear.
"Lick it, lick my clit," she told him.
But she didn't have to. He was doing it. Doing it. Doing it!
It made her come.
Her hips started moving up and down at the same time but in the opposite direction of his deliberate lapping. It doubled the speed of the stimulation.
She grabbed her own tits. Her nipples were caught between her fingers. Tight. She twisted, turned, and mauled them.
"Spence, Spence," she called out, "You'll get it all. My bit titties. My twat. Get it all. Take it all. I want your big cock. Cock, and I'll take it. Ohhhhhh! Spence."
Bing didn't mind that she was using someone else's name. He didn't have a jealous bone in his muscular body.
Thrusting her ass high in the air, straining her cunt upwards, she came. Bing didn't cease his licking. His tongue lapped her all the way through the churning, mind bending climax.
A long moan escaped her lips as she finished.
Bing moved clear as her hips fell.
It was all over.
She was glowing with satisfaction. Her body was suffused with blood that had come to the surface through the hard pumping of her heart and her flesh was rosy with the light brown tan. Her breasts were still swollen and her nipples still stood out firm. The huge mounds, bigger even than usual, shook gently from her heavy breathing.
"I want to hold someone, I feel so good. I want to hold someone in my arms," she murmured to no one in particular.
Bing seemed to understand. Walking delicately he moved up toward her head so that the length of his body was even with her torso instead of down between her legs.
He was someone to hold.
Her arms went around his body. Her hands tangled in the long soft fur. It felt good so she pulled him close. The warmth of him covered her chest and stomach, holding in the glow of the orgasm. She patted, petted, and stroked him lovingly, gratefully.
He licked at her face.
She giggled as his drying saliva tingled on her face.
Then she realized another reason that it had been so good ... Dog saliva contains a fairly strong antiseptic. Like any antiseptic it leaves a tingling sensation on the skin it touches. So it had been his saliva working subtly on her in addition to his tongue that had made his cunt-licking so great.
She nuzzled him back.
It was inevitable.
Bing was lying on her stomach. His stomach was pressed against hers. At the base of his stomach was his cock.
She felt its presence.
The awareness of it came over her gradually. Once it did, it became more and more compelling. A cock. A cock was lying on her belly and she wanted a cock. She wanted a cock.
It was still in its fur sheath.
She reached down for it. It was difficult to get to because his body was so close to hers. Sensing what she wanted he got off of her, freeing his cock, moved his hips closer toward her head.
Her hand immediately went to the fur sheath holding his cock in wait. She squeezed it gently feeling what was inside. Then, exploratively, she moved her hand down to his balls.
They were smaller than a man's and she wondered how his cock, once she got it up, would compare.
She was eager to find out.
Actually, she hoped it would be smaller. It would make her cherry popping easier-and she was ready to lose her cherry.
The wetly pink tip of Bing's cock slid out from its furry hiding place.
She felt a flood of lust washing through her belly at the sight of it. It was staring at her. It was telling her that her time had come. Her wanting was there and now a cock was there and between the two there was no escape.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Fear. Eager anticipation. Quivering desire.
It looked luscious. It gleamed with its moisture. She was pleased that it was lubricated, it would grease its way into her.
She was sure now that it would go into her.
She pumped at it some more. It responded to her hand growing larger and larger. It tapered to a point, not like a man's cock with its big knob on the end. That would make it easier too. It was streamlined for entrance.
She began to get more comfortable with the thought of fucking Bing. The more she saw of his cock the more it looked like it was going to fit her needs.
"It's a perfect cherry-popper, Bing, you should be proud of it," she told him as she stroked it. "Absolutely perfect, pointed and greased. You'll get in with no trouble at all. I'm sure of it Bing. You're not going to have any trouble fucking me. It's going to slide right into my tight little cunny and pop! goes the cherry. Pop!"
Her hips started twitching as it got its full growth. It was skinny and pointed, but it was also a nice long cock. Long enough to fill the space that wanted filling.
She reached down and touched herself, to see how moist she was.
She wanted to be moist, because she wanted the dog's cock in her now. Right away.
"Come here, Bing, get over me."
Awkwardly, the dog let himself be led over her wide-spread hips. He had to spread his legs wide to span her.
Connie realized it wouldn't work. It was just not the way dogs were built to fuck, having that right angle from their bellies to their legs. They were rear entry mounting fuckers.
If that was the way it had to be that's the way she would take it. Just as long as she got it. "We'll fuck your way Bing." She flipped over and got up on her hands and knees. The full lush globes of her proud young ass thrust out into the air, eager to be passed for penetration.
She spread her knees to open herself wider. Her golden fringed pussy lips parted, gleaming wetly in the sun, as she shoved herself backwards for Bing.
Bing shoved his nose into her cunt, sniffing. His language was the language of smells.
It didn't mean anything to him or matter to him that she was saying, "Get your cock into it, Bing. Shove it in my pussy, Bing. Shove it up!"
What mattered to him was that her cunt said with its smell that she was in heat. Her cunt aroma told him that this was a bitch in heat and he knew by instinct what to do when a bitch got her cunt smelling like that.
He put his forepaws up on her back and thrust his hips forward at her gaping cunt. Then he started humping. Not having hands to aim with he missed the hole. It was actually slightly the wrong height for him. He jerked his hips back and forth but he wasn't hitting the mark.
Both Bing and Connie let out a whimper of frustration at the same moment.
But Connie was the one who did something about it.
She reached backward between her legs and found Bing's cock. Grasping the slimy wet hardness she guided it to her hole. She placed it between her lips and against the hole it was to enter.
"Now Bing. That's the place. Shove it in!"
And he did.
Greased with his juices and hers, it started its slide in easily. Her unfledged cunny gripped it tightly, fighting the intrusion and wanting it at the same time.
On the first thrust, he got it part way in.
The second thrust he got deeper and hit her barrier.
Bing was in full heat now and Connie was eager to be busted. He thrust violently into her cunt and she pushed back. Together they broke it.
It was a sharp tear.
It brought a tear to her eye and she gasped with the sudden pain.
But Bing didn't stop for a moment. He was in now and all he wanted to do was to hump. Nothing could have stopped him and his long skinny prick was jamming in and out of her cunt past the torn flesh not giving it a moment to rest.
That was fine with Connie.
It was what she had been wanting for a long time. A real live cock fucking her cunt. It felt goddamn good.
Despite the nagging pain it felt smooth.
Bing was fucking fast. Rapid in and out thrusts from his lean hips and strong haunches. Like a machine gun patter. Then he shot.
It sprayed into her. A fine hot rain.
It sloshed around as he continued his pumping.
She hadn't come but she didn't care. It felt so good anyway. And she would eventually she was sure. If not this time then the next. There would be a next and another one after that and another and another. Plenty of cock for her creamy, hungry cunt. There was Spence.
Spence always had it up and she would give him a place to always put it. Once she got stretched enough. He had such a monstrous thing.
And maybe there was Swede. She didn't know if she would let Swede have some of her pussy, though most likely she would. But not too often. Just to vary things between Spence and Bing.
Shit. If she could get one of the horse's cocks in her....
* * *
She waited two days to fuck Bing again.
His cock had been just right to break her in. Still despite its leanness, its lubrication, and its tapered point, the popping had left her sore.
By the time two days had passed, she was more than ready for it. She was a flaming heat for it.
She found Bing and led him to a secluded spot.
Swede was still hot for his ripe young sister-in-law.
Ever since she had sucked his cock he had wanted more from her. He wanted her to drink it again. And he wanted to put it in her other hole.
Seeing her wander off alone, he followed her.
He didn't realize that Bing was company.
She proceeded to a clearing inside a grove of trees. It was a pretty spot. Secluded. Hidden from sight. Yet open enough so that the sun could shine through.
She stretched; looking up at the hot noon sun. She was feeling lazy, sensual and horny. She wanted some fucking and sucking, wanted them both badly, but she was not rushed for it. She was sure it was there. Bing was a dependable creature.
Her halter came off, falling slowly to the ground, tumbling like a leaf in autumn. Her proud tits stood out big and firm. She stretched and arched her back lifting them even higher, thrusting them out even further. Looking down, she admired them-she knew they were Al blue ribbon boobs.
She gave her nipples a friendly admiring tweak.
Swede, lurking behind a tree, was going half out of his mind with lust ... So young, so firm, so fair, so ripe and horny. Her tits and her ass stuck out so much, they seemed so alive.
Ripe was the word for her. Full to bursting with sweet juices like fruit in the autumn. Firm and rounded like an apple. Lush and sweet like a grape and she made him drunker than wine.
"I'm going to get your pussy, you little bitch. You wantta' little tart. You are going to get some real cock in your whore's pussy," he whispered savagely.
She couldn't hear him.
She dropped her shorts.
Now she was gloriously, lasciviously, salaciously, naked. Her thick blonde bush was exposed to the elements. Her rounded ass cheeks were bared and the wind slid between them, into the deep cleavage and made her aware of the tight puckered little hole back there.
Squatting slightly she reached a hand around, between and under her legs. Stretching, she was able to reach the top of her ass that way. It was an awkward position particularly since she was being careful not to touch her cunt at the same time.
She pressed one finger lightly to the top of her crack. Then she slowly and lightly pulled her hand back down, stroking the line between her ass cheeks.
Her finger caught for a moment at her asshole. It -rimmed the tight circle for a moment then continued its journey of sensuality.
"Oh, I'm going to get a cock up there too," she muttered with heat just before her finger passed on to dip into the hot wet space between her cunt lips.
A short jab. Her finger in her cunt. It was moist and hot.
Watching her Swede was going out of his mind. She was flaunting her body and its heat at him even though she didn't know. It was bad enough for him that she was so beautiful. Knowing that she loved it, wanted it, desired exactly what he wanted and then not getting it from her made it twice as bad.
She didn't know it but she was waving a red flag in front of a bull.
When her pants fell, his cock rose.
It stiffened and pressed achingly against the front of his pants. The urgency of his erection was painful in its itensity ... He pulled down his zipper and let it out just because it hurt too much to keep it in.
Bing was also reacting.
When the pants dropped, he began to sniff the odor strongly. And when her finger parted the lips of her cunt, it came at him in heavy waves: the smell of a bitch in heat.
He thrust his nose up into her pussy. It delighted her.
It blew Swede's mind.
"The little tart. That bitch. Just a bitch, making it with a dog, I bet she will," he growled bitterly to himself, his hand on his cock, "I gotta see this little tart, little kid sister of Mary's lay it out for a dog. Then let her refuse it to me."
As the dog's tongue took its first taste of her creamy cunny, she felt her knees go weak. Shaking, she managed to lower herself to her knees before she fell.
Then in an awkward gesture, she straightened her legs and lay down flat on her back.
"Come on Bing, snack time. Eat my twat, lap my cunt," she told him as she reached down and spread her lips for him.
He didn't need to be invited a second time. He never refused a meal. The only things he wouldn't eat were fruit and vegetables. This was protein. Ummmm! Good!
"You lick it so good. Don't miss my clit, Bing."
"I'm going to fuck you bitch," Swede muttered angrily from behind his tree. His hand was wrapped around his angrily swollen cock. He squeezed it tight, trying to fight the outward pressure by applying inward pressure. It did not alleviate the problem at all. It made it worse.
But he was afraid to rush out into the clearing and just rape her. Just take her. He could if he wanted to, he thought.
Run out there and grab that lush nude body. Grab that humping horny animal fucking bitch. Her legs were already spread for that collie's tongue. All he would have to do was lower himself down and shove it in.
It must be plenty greased by now, he thought, what with her hots-cream and dog spit all over it. It would let him right in. He wanted to ream it and get rid of that anxious hurting load that was in his balls, that ache that was killing him.
She was just the best piece of ass that he had ever seen.
But he couldn't go and get it. Something held him back.
Meanwhile, unaware of her audience, Connie writhed under the licking tongue. The wonderful tingling dog saliva, the rough little knurls on his tongue, the enveloping soft heat of tongue flesh, all together were driving her absolutely wild.
She rubbed Bing's head and ears and crooned to him while he licked her hot cunt for her.
"I love your tongue. I love your cock. Eat me, then fuck me. I love you doing it to me. I'm just a hot cunted bitch. Yes, lick it, eat it, ummmmmm!! Lick it with your doggy-tongue."
As the passions mounted in her, her hips moved faster. One of her hands went to her tits and mauled them, rubbed them violently.
When she came, Swede's repression was overcome by his lust. He ran into the clearing, hard cock waving in front of him outside of his pants, charging to put it into his sister-in-law's tight quim....
Deep in her heat, she didn't even know Swede was coming.
She was busy flipping herself over and getting up on her hands and knees for a doggy-style fuck from her doggy.
Bing, knowing what was coming after he ate a cunt by now, had his pink wet cock sticking out of its sheath. It was full and hard, needing no handling to make it ready for the big plunge.
The first time Connie became aware of Swede was when she heard Bing snarl.
Swede came running up behind them. Bing was mounting up on Connie's high thrust ass, his hips already in motion when Swede got there. He pushed Bing away.
Normally, Bing would never even threaten one of the family but in his condition his mind was not his own.
Ignoring Bing, Swede grabbed Connie's ass as he prepared to put his cock into her creaming ready cunt. He moaned with lust as he felt the wonderful foam rubber ass flesh under his fingers.
Connie was startled to hear a human voice and to feel hands on her ass. It was the last thing she expected. Surprised and frightened she rolled over abruptly.
"Swede," she yelled when she saw who it was. He didn't stop when she rolled away. He just tried to take her from this new position. Coming in from in front, coming in from the back, he didn't give a shit-just as long as he got his stiff miserable prick into cunt.
But she didn't want his cock. At least not then.
"No. Get the fuck away from me, Swede go away," she screeched.
He stuck his knee between her legs, trying to force them open. It was clear that he was going to take her no matter what she wanted.
She struck out at him, slapping him hard across the face.
It didn't faze him. He didn't even feel it. He only felt one thing: need.
Bing was barking wildly, in violent confusion. Swede, his owner, was attacking Connie, another owner. In addition he had his own stiff prick to worry about. It was a bit too much for his small brain to handle. He leapt back and forth in an anarchial pattern, yelping, howling, and growling.
Connie tried to twist away from Swede, but his strong hands and his lustful will held her tight in his clutches.
She swung a tight small fist at him, aiming right for his cock. She wanted to break the thing that was threatening her.
She missed and hit him low in the stomach. Enraged he swung back, not caring too much that he was doing it, sort of absent-mindedly slapping a mosquito. Whap! Thunk! his mean fist hit her in her soft belly.
She moaned and felt tears in her eyes. It really hurt her and his savagery frightened her.
"Ohhhhhh, Swede, noooo," she whimpered, and in the moment when the pain of his striking fist collapsed her stomach, her resistance wavered and her legs, limp with pain in her guts, parted under the pressure of his persistent knee.
If she had been clear-headed instead of hysterical, she might have simply given in when she realized that he was mad with lust. She might have just spread her legs and let him put in what he wanted to put in and shoot off what he had to get rid of. But she was hysterical also and she kept fighting back.
Because of her pain and fear rather than in spite of the....
Blows were exchanged again as she managed to wriggle her precious pussy away from his urgent prick. He stomped his knee down on her legs again as she tried to close them.
It ended abruptly when her rising leg hit him in the balls....
With a low agonized moan he crumpled to the ground, doubled over and holding himself.
Strangely, his erection was undiminished.
Connie found that she was still horny. Hornier even then before the attack. Her cunt was juicy, even dripping, and her legs were trembling with an urge to open for a cock. For a moment, she was sorry that she had resisted because there was Swede's cock, right there, big and hard, sticking out, and at the same time useless for her needs.
She looked around wildly, her cunt twitching.
And there it was. Her faithful collie, still up, still ready.
Quick as a flash, she resumed the position she had held until she had felt Swede's hands on her ass. Her ass was lifted high again, the firm young pussy lips jutting outward and spread.
Bing looked and sniffed. All confusion left him. The world had a definite focus once again. There was a task for him to do. Something clear and comprehensible, requiring the kind of simple, direct action that was his forte.
He mounted on the thrusting full cheeked ass and his long skinny red prick slid right in. Familiar with the territory, he had no trouble finding the pass this time.
"Oh go on, you son of a bitch," she said literally, "fuck it. Pound your prick in it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His lean hairy collie hips churned as his well greased cock did like a piston in a cylinder.
Swede looked on in agony. This was adding insult to injury.
"I hate you, you dog fucking bitch, bitch, bitch! Nothing but a bitch, bitch in heat, bitch," he muttered bitterly through his clenched teeth.
Partly because of his enunciation and partly because of her situation, she didn't understand a word he said. Nor did she care she had her doggy cock slipping and sliding up inside and she dug it.
She reached back, resting her weight on her shoulders, and began to diddle her clit, in counterpoint to the soulful fucking she was getting from behind.
It was then that she realized fully the only possible advantage of people cock over animal cock. A person could take her from in front and use an upward slide on the withdrawal, or a forward push on the insertion to do her clit while he was reaming the inside.
But animal cock was groovy enough for right now.
With the excitement of her near rape, the eating out she had before, the wild fucking she was getting from Bing, and her own finger on her clit, she was coming pretty fucking fast.
They came together!
She felt the hot spray of dog jism shooting up her convulsing cunt as she came. She yelped with joy and he barked with pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's great, great, great, great," she cried because Bing was stopping. "Can you? Will you? Do it. Fuck it! Keep pumping my cunt. Fuck me more! Oh, yesssssss!"
Swede was recovering slightly. He still was in pain but it wasn't forcing him to double over. The one thing that was unchanged was his iron erection.
He still had a hard cock and he needed relief more than ever. He crawled over to Connie and got his cock near her face.
"Suck me, please," he pleaded, "please suck me Connie."
"No. You tried to rape me. No." She managed to gasp out between her forced attempts to breathe with the cock still fucking her cunt.
"Please," he whimpered, "my cock is hurting me. I need it. I'm sorry, Connie. Please suck me off."
"No."
"Please, sweetheart, you did it before, do it again, please suck me. You like sucking me, drinking my come, last time. It won't take long. I'll come soon. I just have to."
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
There was no way, no way, she was going to get his rocks off for him. No way. Not after the way he had tried to take it....
Swede had to get release somewhere.
Connie wouldn't give it to him. He would take it somewhere else. There was only one other place to take it. To put it.
He had had his cock in animal once before. He had enjoyed it. It had done for him what he had needed to have done.
But this was different. This was a male animal. An animal fucker was one thing. Being a fucker of male animals-a gay bestiality-was another. Hell, he thought, he'd already got his cock in one male ass. And loved it.
A male. An animal. He had put his cock in one of each. Now both combined.
He hoped it wouldn't hurt Bing too much, but frankly he didn't give a shit if it meant getting his load out of his cock and balls.
He was considerate enough to put some spit on the tip of his cock before he got up behind Bing.
Feeling very clever, he timed Bing's moves. He slipped in behind Bing when Bing was all the way forward, his cock full up Connie's cunt. Then he let Bing's backward move impale Bing on his swollen cock.
Bing made a sound as close to a scream as dogs can make when the cock jammed up his unfucked ass. His forepaws twitched convulsively, cutting Connie.
But he was in position to stop. His mounting excitement impelled Bing to keep moving even if it meant tearing up his own ass to get his cock what it wanted. So Bing fucked Swede with his tight asshole.
Connie let the clawing pain go. She was too hot, too far into sex land to care about pain. The only thing that mattered to her was having the cock keep going. And it did.
Swede was delighted to have such a tight orifice wrapped around his cock. And it was squeezing and twisting and jerking. It was, all in all, the best fuck he had ever had in his life.
He was so hot that he had no problem catching up with Bing and Connie.
All three came together, collapsing in a bruised, battered, satisfied heap.
Bing used the last of his come energy to take a nip off Swede's arm.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Connie slept late. When she woke up she heard no noises in the house, so she decided she was alone.
When she put her feet on the floor the pain started but she got up anyway.
She stumbled across the floor and down to the living room, on her way to the kitchen. This life was really getting to her. She needed her morning cup of coffee.
She caught sight of her naked body in the full length mirror in the living room. Her tits were still fat and healthy, her belly voluptuous but not fat, her thighs full and shapely; but her midsection!
Black and blue marks crept out from under the curling tendrils of her cunt hair. They made their way up to her belly button, and her pink aureole of her left tit was a sadly discolored orange.
She ran her hand over her thigh. The left one had a long bruise the shape of Chile stretching down to the firm flap of flesh above her knee.
"Ahhh, shit!" she swore.
The pain was intense in her lower belly and her cunt. Her entire cunt was stiff and aching. Her first fucks had left her stiffer than a football player after his first three days of summer practice. "Dogs, swans, Swede," she muttered to herself in anger and disgust. "They're all alike, fucking me over and abusing my beautiful body!"
She left the mirror and walked into the kitchen. Mary had left the coffee on low. Connie slopped it into her earthenware mug and drank it down black.
"Wash the taste of semen out of my mouth, burn all that cum out of my intestines.
"Shit, I wish it all never happened," she said out loud in her morning-after grief.
"It did have to happen sometime ... now I've got nothing left to lose," she mused.
She took a new mug of coffee and walked outside naked into the fresh morning.
"Nobody will see me here," she said, but hoped they might too, at the same time.
A chest-high white wooden latticework affair ran out from the front wall of the house to split the side area off from the front lawn. If anyone came up to the front door they would have trouble seeing her through the gaps in the vines that covered the open wooden squares.
She sprawled out shameless on the lawn. The sun was approaching its zenith and the heat was high, up in the low nineties or so. Since it was just after eleven o'clock now, the day gave promise of becoming hot and heavy. This was the kind of atmosphere in which anything can happen, when men's passions and tempers run high and flare easily.
Connie spread her legs and stretched out her arms behind her head. She was open. Let the sun come in, she thought-everyone else had. Well, not really, only animals.
She remembered sunbathing nude before, this was the way she had gotten this luscious tan all over her body, even on her tits and on the inside of her thighs right around her pussy mound.
Always before though, she had been secretive about it, shy, afraid of what the others in her little family might think. Now she didn't care; in fact, she even hoped she might be found. After all, she'd been fucked now, there was nothing left to hide, nothing to lose.
"I'm a woman now. I can give and take, and I've got a beautiful body to give."
The sun was melting away her aches. There was a burning, a rawness, still going on in her pussy, and the little droplets of sweat the sun was forming on the lips of her pussy were flowing in to excerbate the rawness.
Her hand dropped down to ease the pain. She snuggled her generous twat into the open palm of her hand, then began rubbing them together absently.
Her hand slid down. Her palm went into the crevice of her cunt while her long fingers tickled the inside of her thighs. Then the heel of her hand slid up, plowing through the valley of her cunt with her fingers trailing afterwards, darting about playfully as if they were playing an accordion. Her palm passed over her clit. She moaned. Then her fingers got there and the fun began.
She diddled on her cunt with the light, constant touch of raindrops. Most of the drops landed on her clit.
The scratches on her body from her encounter with the dog were beginning to burn now too. Her mind wandered back to the dog while she lay there jerking off. Her hips began to light, regular rising and falling. The dog had been good, she might let him have her again if the opportunity arose, she decided now that she was beginning to get aroused again.
He hadn't meant to scratch her, it had been Swede's fault. She had enjoyed blowing her brother-in-law behind the barn that afternoon, but yesterday his uptight anxious grabbing had just made him want to get away.
Spence, though....Spence was truly gentle, not because he was inhibited but because he had found his manhood. As a man, he was also closer to animals with their pure uninhibited nobility. He was like the stallion fucking the mare in the pasture that day, he was ... what was that Greek word? A satyr. Half man, half horse. Always a hard-on, if that telltale bulge in his pants told the truth.
As she jerked off she dreamt of opening his fly and finding that ten inch prick Mary had told her he had. She was delighted to have it to play with as her toy.
She licked it.
She explored his balls and jiggled them between her cupped fingers.
She put the whole thing in her mouth until she could feel it in the back of her throat. Spence's meat was real, basic meat, she thought, going on what she knew of him-it wouldn't be like that limp excuse, that slender little needle of Swede's.
Spence himself at that time was crossing over the dirt path that led to the front door. He had worked long and hard the last few mornings, ever since the day he'd let Swede fuck him up his asshole, and now he was ready for a rest.
He was on his way to the barn to catch forty winks.
As he passed the latticework he happened to peek through.
"Connie!" he exclaimed.
She lay five or so feet from him, on the other side of the vines, sprawled out in a heap of glorious tan flesh and flowing blonde hair.
Her hips were moving up and down. She was jerking off, he realized.
Now! The chance he'd been waiting for.
His ten inches had leapt to attention. He was ready to prong her.
Was she thinking of him even now as she masturbated?
He turned the corner of the latticework and paused, taking in the beautiful piece of ass before he had her.
She was mumbling something. He came a step closer to catch the words. "Swede!" Spence heard.
He stopped, stricken, desolate, alone, hopeless. Sadly he turned and left.
What he didn't hear was, "Swede, stay away. I've wanted Spence all this time, don't you know, you blind fool?"
Spence stumbled blindly back to the front yard. He hadn't been thrown off stride like this since third grade in a little red schoolhouse.
"I always thought she wanted me. None of my animals ever crossed me up this way."
Just then an escaped hen came scampering through the yard, zigzagging to the right, then to the left.
Spence watched the hen blankly. His cock was still pressing up against his fly, still begging for release.
He kicked some rocks.
The hen came scampering over, looking for corn or other tidbits.
Spence let his cock free. It still drooped a bit from his feeling of rejection from Connie, but there was energy in it, he was once again ready to go.
"Come here, little hen."
He scooped her up by the neck and held her gently at arm's length.
She squirmed in his hand. He could feel his cock jerking up, wanting her.
"You hens are one of the few breeds around here I never got to know personally. I'll be having sex with a stranger if I fuck you. Daisy's like an old friend, but when I screw you it'll be a bit anonymous. What are you chicken, some tramp off the street?"
Now she began to wriggle violently and to squawk.
Spence felt his eyes fill with the burning water that marks the beginning of tears.
"I want you, chicken. I don't want to rape you. I could hurt you badly if you struggle. I could even kill you without wanting to.
"If I fuck you, chicken, and I break your eggs, you are dead. They break in you, they flow around, dam you up, break the shells, you die. I don't want to kill you, chicken. I may be only a hired man, but I'm a farmer too, I value your life and your eggs."
He held her to his chest. He petted her back and talked soothingly to her.
She calmed somewhat from her frenzy, but she had not yet begun to relax.
Spence took her feathery body and brought her down into contact with his cock. He rubbed her up and down all over his cock and balls.
"Oh! My gosh, you feel crazy. Your feathers are rubbing on my hard-on and my veins and my tip of my cock. You're driving me up the fucking wall!"
He was hopping and skipping all over the place.
"I've jerked off with a bunch of things before: harsh blankets, silk slips, fur coats, raw hamburger. But your live squirming chicken body takes the cake! And I can fuck you too!"
He held her against his belly for a moment. She continued struggling but he was still.
"Yes, I'm going to do it. She's jerking off, let's you and me go join her, Henrietta Hen."
He stomped over to the latticework, turned the corner, and walked up to Connie with his ten inch cock sticking out of his jeans. He carried the hen by her neck like a wine bottle or a small sack, casually.
Her eyes were closed. Her feet were dug into the dirt, her cunt arched way up in the air, her tits flying up and down with the motion of her body.
She moaned and whimpered like a child.
She was so lost in her passion she was unaware of his presence.
The hen squawked in a high, irritating voice. Connie made noises back and kept on going.
Spence lay down beside Connie. He stripped quickly, holding on to Henrietta as he did so.
Spence felt the earth beating beside him as Connie's bare ass began to thump down onto the earth in her reckless abandon.
He didn't want to lose her. At least, he wanted her to masturbate with.
"Connie!" he spoke sharply in his deep, firm voice.
Her movements slowed. She turned and peered at him out of dreamy, sensuous, far away eyes.
"Spence. It's you. I was just about to come thinking about you holding me in your arms and fucking me."
"I thought you were jerking off to Swede."
"No, I was telling him to get lost. Hey, how long have you been lying here?"
"I just laid down now. I was in the front of the house before."
"What are you doing lying there naked with that crazy chicken between your legs?"
"I'm going to fuck it."
"Oh yeah? I want to watch. I want to jerk off with you while you do it."
"Bea-utiful, baby."
Spence had the chicken in his crotch just then. Its feathers were flapping, its beak pecking, and its claws scratching.
"Go to it, Henrietta Hen. You're turning me on all the more!"
Spence brought the hen up to his cock. He raised her tail feathers and fooled around with his middle finger, his fuck finger, until he located her fowl cunt.
She let out a loud squawk and began to beat her feathers frantically, trying to rise up in the air.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, babes."
Spence spit on his finger and lubricated her twat-hole. Now he was ready.
He looked over at Connie to see how she was taking it.
Her eyes were still glazed over with lust. She was propped up on one elbow, watching with interest. Her fine, firm tits were pointed down to the ground but their bulk was still as upstanding as a president of the local chamber of commerce. She let her hand run lightly and provocatively over her nipple, her belly, and finally her whole fine pussy mound.
"I let a swan fuck me the other day, Spence. I came all over his head when it was in my pussy. So don't go thinking you're so evil!"
She tossed her beautiful head proudly and her long blonde tresses snapped about with class.
Spence nodded at her appreciatively and then went back to taking care of business.
He was on his back, his ten inches of red blooded Ameri-meat sticking up in the air as proudly as if it were the Empire State Building.
Henrietta was centered and all ready to go. He began to pull her down over his massive meat.
Her tight little twat was pressing down hard on his burning cock. She was hurting him, and it was a good hurt, a satisfying hurt after half an hour of arousal.
His broad hands with their fingers laced over her back applied pressure. She jumped downwards, and suddenly her pussy had fit like a glove many sizes too small over the knob of his throbbing cock.
Now her struggles intensified so heavily that he was close to an immediate orgasm. When he'd fucked Daisy Cow even his huge cock was lost in her cave-like cunt; now the hen's tiny bird's fuck-hole was so tight about him as to drive him to almost instantaneous ecstasy.
He rolled over on his side, facing Connie, and began drilling into the bird in earnest. As he drove into her, he pulled her round feathery little body into his belly, as he withdrew he let her frantic struggles push her off from his torso.
He was so caught up in fucking the hen that he was unaware of the gathering storm on Connie's features.
The hen began pecking away at his belly, drawing blood in two places. He put his hand over her chest so that her beak could no longer reach his tender underside.
His eyes were closed.
"You're some lay, Henrietta baby. You fuck just like a bunny. Ahhh, baby!"
Connie was getting angrier and angrier. Her finger had given up on her clit; instead, she was digging her nails into the dirt, her fingers tensed into gigantic tense claws similar to the hen's.
Connie had been wanting to get fucked by Spence almost before she knew how sex worked. Now, he had suddenly appeared beside her-with a fucking hen! Bird or not, she was another being, another female, and Spence was putting his fuck energy into the bird instead of herself.
Connie tried to put aside her anger and share in the sexual pleasure Spence was having, the way she thought a good woman should.
She leaned over and caressed his lean ribs, his wiry arms, and even his neck and shoulders. She ran her fingers over his belly as sensually as she was able to. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls and cradled them.
All to no avail. As far as she could tell, he was oblivious to her touch, he could only keep fucking her rival, that featherbrained bird.
"Spence!" she wanted to cry out, "look at me! Here I am, a full-blooded woman, waiting to receive your love, your true big cock, you....You're wasting yourself in that bird, that animal who can't give you a fraction of what I can. Try me, try me! I'm crying for you!"
But her hurt turned to fury, the kind of which hell hath none similar to.
She knelt by an unsuspecting Spence.
Connie grabbed Henrietta, the hen, by the top of her body, her neck and shoulders.
She crashed the hen down on Spence's mighty monument with all her weight.
Spence yowled.
"My prick. It's cut open!" were the first words he was able to utter after his primal shriek.
The hen was slumped over his cock. A big bulge seemed to appear in the middle of her back. Then she went ape shit.
Her wings beat out in a frenzy, faster than a hummingbird's. Her talons stretched out straight to either side of her, frozen in a position where the claws were bent backwards like an umbrella the wind had just knocked inside out in a sudden gust.
Her neck arched up like a miniature proud swan. Her head was thrown back.
Her back arched so far that it formed a backward "C".
She let out a mad, strangled gurgle.
She collapsed.
She was suddenly lifeless. Dead.
Connie sat back, aghast at what she had done. Yet in a deeper part of herself, she was anything but sorry. She meant to destroy this intruder who had come between herself and her man, and she had succeeded.
Now her only fear was that Spence would hate her for what she had done.
Spence, too, was very still.
The hen slumped forward toward his belly as his mighty pole began its downward descent.
He reran his experience through his mind in slow motion.
Connie's form had risen suddenly and ominously over him.
She had forced the hen onto his cock so hard that he had felt his red tip rip its way through the fowl's innards.
And onto its eggs. He felt the shells snap and crack open quickly as his cock drove through them.
The pain was now excruciating, although at the moment he broke through, his reactions had been deadened, mercifully.
Then his cock had come to its resting place, wedged into hard points that he took to be the late Henrietta's spine.
And now he realized that his cock, even as it began to slump, was shooting its wad.
He was coming into the body of the dead hen!
His sperm was mixing with the dying embryonic chickens with her. Her children died then, just as were the many tiny pinpoints of his life that he had spurted into her.
His sperm had finally blended with her body, her blood, and her yolks and whites, and the whole fertile mixture was beginning to trick out of the sheath of her body and down into his nest of pubic hair.
He hurt. He hurt for the needless death of Henrietta and her chicks, and he hurt because of the gashes in the sides of his penis.
Connie moved forward from her kneeling position of supplication.
As if she were a high priestess, and with an obvious reverence she bent over the dead hen.
She slowly raised its feathered dead body off of Spence's cock, as though a primitive ritual of sacrifice were now approaching its end.
She laid the dead bird gently on the ground.
Her eyes were wide and stricken as they stared into Spence's.
"Can you forgive me, Spence?"
"You did it because you love me, didn't you?"
She nodded dumbly.
His hand reached across the grass and dirt to hold hers. "Spence?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"You know I'm a virgin? I've been had by animals, but never a man."
He looked into her eyes solemnly.
"Spence, if you want me. I want you to have me. When you're ready."
"Connie, I do want you. Very much."
She knelt there, taking him in with her eyes. Her eyes were misted over.
A timeless peace existed between them for several moments.
Ever so slowly, Connie moved forward on her hands until her head was over Spence's.
She rested there, taking in his eyes, his face, his soul. Her blonde hair flowed down and waved lightly back and forth across his cheek.
She lowered her head slightly. She flowed down his body, kissing his chest, the tips of his nipples, and his flat belly with the ends of her hair.
Spence still had the makings of his hard-on. It was relaxed across his thigh.
His cock was streaked with blood, cum, whites, yolk, and bits of the shell of eggs.
Connie began to lick off Spence's cock. She worked devotedly, attentively, and without inhibitions. She made Spence think of a cat or a dog cleaning off its mate.
She began with his pink, flaring glans. She was still deeply excited, still bearing within herself the unfulfilled rushes of her earlier clit-twitting.
Connie was in heat, in love with Spence for years now, and trying to atone for the death and the hurt she had just caused. She ate the bitter-tasting misture off his cock with a joy similar to that of early Christians taking all their earthly afflictions as signs of love and testing from God.
She worked her way down his shaft. She dragged her tongue through the long blood crevices along the sides.
Her joy was far greater than a Christian masochism. SHE HAD SPENCE'S COCK IN HER MOUTH NOW! She had longed for it, and now it was hers.
Her own juices were settling like dew onto the valley of her cunt. She had never felt so light, so pure, and so loving before as now that she was licking these organic wastes off Spence's member.
Spence simply stayed laying back, receiving her attentions, without attempting to give anything in return for several minutes. All he had to do was think of his love for Connie, drink in her body beside him, and feel her tongue on his meat-and his limber cock became ready to spring back into action. Now he would have her, it was only a matter of minutes.
"Connie, I want to touch you."
She looked up from his cock and gazed into his eyes with peace and rapture.
"Please do. Have me, Spence, anywhere and everywhere you want."
His hand moved over and he laid his fingers lightly on her thigh. He gloried in the touch of her silken skin that he had been deprived of for so long.
"I'm on your thigh, Connie. I want your dear face, titties and your pussy in my face and your belly and yes, I want your asshole too."
"Would you, Spence, would you? Everywhere! Don't forget my armpits and the little place right behind my ears."
Spence rolled over on his side, still leaving his cock exposed to her tongue.
He laid his head down on her thigh.
He began licking.
His own wet tongue wandered over the warm, soft flesh on the inside of her thighs.
He went over the crease where her thigh fitted into her hips.
From there, he found the soft plateau of her belly.
It was lightly covered with short golden blonde hairs.
As his tongue passed over them, they arose and became a myriad of delicate goose pimples.
He went to the top of her cunt and munched for a moment on her tawny cunt hairs.
He worked his way down to the beginning of the valley. He explored the area warmly and wetly.
Then came the hardness, the tension, the focus of the button of her passions, her clitoris.
Only her honey awaited his exploration now. He drank deeply of it. The liquids of her cunt were a golden streaming of manna from heaven for him.
She made panting noises, whimperings, and Spence could feel her shivering all over now.
She was blowing him, and he was eating her out.
Then he remembered her asshole. He licked his way there, through the end of her cunt, over the muscly rim, along the hairy borderline and down into the crevice of her asshole.
He wanted to taste her shit. He sought for it in her rim and deep in her sphincters, but he was only able to find whiffs and hints of its taste.
"You feel like you're trying to taste my shit the way you're licking around down there, Spence."
"You're right, Connie, I am."
"Hold on."
He felt her muscles tense, felt her push, and then it was there under his tongue, a small delicate round ball of shit.
He was aware that he stood a good chance of getting hepatitis if he ate her shit.
He took her turd in his mouth and slurped it around.
He had tried droplets of shit before. It always sickened him. So did Connie's. But at least he knew her better now. He spit it out.
He rinsed his mouth out with her cunt juices, then spit them out too.
He sat back and watched her blowing him.
Soon she pulled back too, trailing her tongue reluctantly along the tip of his cock.
"Is it time, Spence?" she asked, wide-eyed and trustingly.
"It's time," he nodded.
"My first human lover. My virginity is yours, Spence."
She ran her hand over his body, so filled with the touches and sight of being with his body this way that she was reluctant to leave it behind.
Spence came up on his knees before her and gazed into her eyes.
Still sitting up, Connie spread her legs widely.
She took his cock in her hand.
He inched forward on his knees, and she wriggled her buttocks to move toward him in the grass.
The tip of his cock touched her clit. She melted. He pressed forward, but he was so much higher than she that it was impossible for him to get in. He kept pushing. She leaned back on one hand. His cock began to fit. He shoved in more.
The impetus sent her back on her back.
He slid on top of her and into her. He was there, he had mounted her.
"You're filling me, Spence. All the way. I'm really full now."
"Does it feel all right, baby?"
"It hurts, but I love it anyway. I love the pain because I love you, Spence. It's the pain you give me. It's joy, too, all the more intense because of the pain."
They lay there, still and unmoving, simply tasting the delight of being joined at last.
"Spence, I'm glad I had animals first, and I'm glad you're my first man."
"Want to know something stupid Connie? You're my forty-first woman, and my hundred and eightieth animal (humans count in both categories)."
"Good for me ... I'm proud to be."
They began rocking lightly.
"Spence, darling."
"Yes?"
"That really felt good when you were eating out my asshole. I'm still tingling back there."
"O.K. We'll do it."
"Now?"
"Right away. Here, I'm out of you now. Turn over and get up on your knees."
Her ass was broad, tan, and beautiful in its shape.
Inside the crevice, was bushy, lusty blonde hair. He darted his tongue in again and lubricated her as well as he could.
"This may hurt, Connie."
"Good. Hurt me, love me. Here I am for you, Spence. Take me."
She reached back and pulled back both the cheeks of her ass to make his way in as wide open and simple as possible.
He was kneeling straight up in the air. He brought his cock to her crevice and jiggled it up and down in there.
"That much I like, Spence."
He took her by surprise.
He grabbed her by the hips and thrust in his cock up to the end of his knob.
"Oww! Shit! That's killing me, Spence!"
"Feel me, Connie. I'm not moving!"
"Alright, then, I'll move."
She began to rock back and forth, impaling her asshole further and further onto his ten inches of meat.
Suddenly he thrust all ten inches in, brutally. She screamed loudly enough to upset the whole farm.
"There, Connie, it's done. No more pain now, just an easy path to more and more pleasure." She didn't answer. She dripped tears of pain from her eyes, and proceeded to skewer herself on his monstrous pole some more.
They rocked back and forth in their new position, she in an ecstasy of pain, he in pleasure.
Spence had total control of her now. Her hips were in the palm of his hands, and he could do anything he wanted with her. He chose to exercise that.
He pulled out of her asshole then slipped his dork along her crotch and up her cunt from behind.
"Hey, Spence, we're doing this doggie style, aren't we?"
"Yeah, baby. Like it?"
"Yes, this is mostly pleasure and when you're in my asshole it's mostly pain. I love them both though. Maybe you could alternate, huh? First fuck my cunt, then ram it up my asshole?"
He did exactly that.
Their motion was smooth and peaceful, except for her early cries of pain when he charged up her asshole, but soon that pain turned in the direction of pleasure.
He had come not long before, and she had been boiling over since she stopped jerking off, so it was an opportune time for her to orgasm.
She became more aggressive in her movements, pushing her cunt and her asshole back up onto his joystick.
Sometimes, she reached back and pulled his hips even further into her.
"Spence, I'm beginning to fly. I'm soaring out of sight and I may never come back."
He kept moving.
"That's it, Spence, just keep your cock moving in me, it doesn't even matter where. FRICTION! That's the whole secret to good sex, I've learned that already. Move, move, move!"
She began to lose control of her movements now. They became more steady and more full of the joyful concentration of all her lust.
Her insides began to bunch up, it felt like her stomach was rising up into her tits.
He felt her changes too, and began getting every single bit of his ten inches into her body with every single stroke they shared.
"Spence, I think I'm going to...."
Her orgasm burst over her like a volcano. She threw herself up and back on him.
"Oh, Spence," she cried out joyfully, "I'm coming, I'M COMING!"
Her arched back forced Spence way back. He gave way. They both tumbled into a heap on the ground.
He kept his cock up her asshole when they fell.
They were both still as they hit the grass and settled into it.
Then her contractions came. One, two, three strong ones, then a series of ten or more weak ones.
Spence cuddled up to the back of her shoulder and her neck as she came.
"Ahh, Connie, I'm so glad I'm in your asshole now. I can really feel your contractions back here. Of course, I don't get any of the milking action your cunt gives from back here, but...."
"Wait, Spence, next time. You didn't come, did you?"
"No, babe."
"Well, I'm almost ready to go another round now. The more you exhaust me, Spence, the more I'm able to give you. When I think you're going to just take me and do whatever you feel like with me, that just makes me feel weak and like an object and I love it and ... and ... I'm all yours to do whatever you want with!"
Spence did.
He drove her higher and higher up that joyous mountain road, so high that she was afraid she'd never get down again.
She did, though.
After their next set. of climaxes, some other people showed up unexpectedly and there was a bit of jealous squabbling going on for a while after that.
But Connie and Spence had found each other, and neither of them was about to let go no matter what.
And it was a rich area to be lovers in: the house, barns, stables, pastures, cornfields, and the pond. Even once up a tree.
CHAPTER NINE
Swede looked out over the quiet peaceful scene of the farm. It was nine o'clock. He and Mary were getting ready to go to bed.
He felt good inside. The dinner had been good and for the first time in a long time, he'd felt at ease with Mary. They had talked. He had enjoyed it.
Mary was in the bathroom and he was actually looking forward to her joining him again in the bedroom.
He thought that lately she was looking younger or something. He didn't know what it was, but he liked the change.
Everything was so peaceful.
The night was warm and spicy smelling.
He breathed deeply and let all the odors come into him.
He heard Mary come into the room. Then he smelled her. The fragrance was lilacs. She walked over and stood behind him for a moment.
Then she touched him.
There was no routine, no pattern.
She just touched him.
Gently, softly, lightly.
Her hands played gently over the broad surface of his back. To Swede they felt like butterflies.
He turned and faced her.
Her face was so full of love.
He found it hard to look at her.
He placed his hands on her shoulders-. They felt warm and smooth.
His hands traveled up her neck and onto her face.
He traced the outline of her features and then kissed her.
Her mouth opened to him and they played with each others tongues.
Swede felt years younger.
Mary was reminded of the first night she and Swede had been together years ago.
He slipped the robe from her shoulders and kissed the warm skin.
It tasted of honey, warm and sweet.
Through Mary's open window the music of a jazz band came drifting into their room.
Mary began to sway with the music.
Swede put his arms around her and then began to dance slowly and sexily across the room.
Swede buried his face in Mary's hair and kissed her ear.
This was a whole new Mary that he'd never experienced before.
His cock was pounding inside his pants.
He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted it to be special.
The music ended and Swede gently lowered Mary to the bed. He lay down beside her. There was a scratching on the door. The door pushed open and Bing shoved his nose in.
"Is it all right?" Mary asked. "To have Bing in here?" She nodded. "Sure."
Mary patted the bed beside her and Bing came into the room and climbed up on the bed with them.
"How's man's best friend?" asked Swede affectionately.
"Girl's best friend too."
"What do you mean?" he asked turning to look at her.
Suddenly, she felt very shy. It was hard for her to tell her husband about her lust for animals, Bing in particular.
"What is it, Mary?"
The love in his voice made her want to share herself with him, but she was so afraid that he would stop loving her if he knew. She decided that she had to tell him.
"I have been having an affair with Bing, Swede."
"What exactly do you mean?"
"It started one afternoon after we'd made love. Bing was here and he ate me out. Then I sucked him off and since then when I fucked Spence, Bing fucked me in the ass."
After she'd said it she felt a little better, but she was afraid of his reaction.
"I've been fucking animals too."
Mary felt relieved.
Swede went on to tell her about his adventures.
She lay there in his arms and listened. She was fascinated by his talking and she felt so much closer to him.
Bing all this time lay beside them half asleep.
Mary was absently scratching his belly as she and Swede talked.
Swede told Mary about fucking Spence in the ass and both of them got turned on.
Mary noticed the obvious bulge in Swede's pants as he talked about the experience.
She reached down and touched him.
"Oh, Mary it feels so nice to have your hands on me."
She leaned over and kissed him.
He held her face in his hands and planted his lips squarely on hers.
Her lips parted to receive him. Her tongue darting out and fencing with his.
Her hand was gently massaging his erect cock and feeling up his balls.
He started to play with her extended nipples and they grew stiffer with his attention.
She felt the smooth skin of his prick and caressed the whole head of it with her hand.
His rod pulsed and jerked in her hand.
Mary lowered her head and put the bulb into her mouth and began to suck on it.
She caught her lips under the ridge of the head and pulled on it with her lips.
Swede groaned and bucked his hips.
Mary took in more of his staff.
His prick seemed to belong in her mouth. It fit, and she could play with it.
She gently bit the tender skin.
Swede moaned and squeezed her boob tighter.
She knew that her mouth was turning him on and that made her feel good. She cupped his balls with her hand and moved them up and down, causing them to jiggle.
Swede pushed his hips at Mary again.
She took him farther into her mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and flicked back and forth over the head.
She felt the muscles jumping in Swede's belly.
This was what Mary had wanted all along between them.
They had a freshness, an excitement, a newness.
Swede took his hands from her tits and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Oh, Mary you're tongue feels so good on me, I just want you to go on kissing me forever."
In response, she licked him harder and faster.
He grew in her mouth.
"Move, Mary so that I can put my mouth on you."
Mary swung her body around so that her hot little pussy was directly over Swede's face. She felt his breath on her.
Her cunt seemed to be opening to him all by itself.
She wanted him so much.
Swede looked at the cunt in front of him, through the semi-parted lips he saw the pink nubbin of her clit peering at him.
He licked his lips.
The cunt got closer and closer to him. He opened his mouth and sent his tongue darting out.
"Ahhag!" mumbled Mary through her filled lips.
Swede began with her clit and slowly worked his way down to her fuck hole. His stiff tongue worked its way into the juicy hole and began a fucking motion.
Mary's hips began moving right along with the rhythm he established.
His cock began moving in and out of her mouth to the same beat.
His index finger began to probe her tiny asshole and push into her rear door.
Mary squirmed with the pleasure-pain of it.
Mary was really a hot bitch, he'd never realized that before. He liked it. Made him feel like more of a man with her.
It made him really care about satisfying her.
He put his hands around the globes of her ass and pulled her cunt further down onto his mouth.
The hair on her mound was all over his chin and up into his nose, but he loved it. He wanted to smother himself in her softness.
Mary sucked greedily on his cock. It filled her mouth and gave her a sense of goodness.
Swede pulled Mary to him violently and shoved his cock into her mouth hard.
For a moment, there was no motion at all and then Mary's mouth was filled with his spurting cock.
His thick jizz shot up and covered the smooth walls of her mouth.
She eagerly drank of his juice.
Mary held Swede's cock in her mouth as it softened and got smaller.
She didn't feel cheated this time, there was something about Swede tonight that made her feel secure that she would get hers too, and that made it easier for her to give to him freely.
She finally let his cock slip from her mouth and it fell into a little puddle between his thighs.
Swede lifted his head out from under Mary's cunt and half sat up.
His eyes glowed with appreciation.
Mary lay down on her back and looked up at him.
He smiled at her.
"I love you," he whispered.
"Oh, Swede," Mary gushed.
He fell on top of her and they lay there for a long time holding each other.
Bing snuggled up to Mary and Swede reached across her body and patted his head.
Bing's long pink tongue darted out and swept across Mary's nipple.
She scratched him behind the ears.
Bing nuzzled up closer to her.
Swede was just enough of a voyeur to enjoy the action of his wife with the dog.
In fact, since she'd told him he'd been looking forward to seeing them together.
Bing had moved into the position that he liked the most right between Mary's legs.
Mary patted him on the head and talked to him softly.
It was terribly exciting for Swede to lie in bed with Mary and watch her make love to the dog.
His cock was getting hard just thinking about it.
Bing had put his front paws under the cheeks of Mary's ass and was in position to lick her pussy.
Swede moved so that he was in a better position to watch what was going to happen.
Bing's nose pressed into Mary's cunt. Mary wiggled her hips and Bing's tongue slid out and licked the long crevice that had held Swede's tongue a few minutes before.
"Oooh!" Mary squealed.
Swede reached over and touched her reddish tits.
They seemed more full and more alive than they had in a long time.
He leaned down and kissed one of them.
Her nipple stiffened in his mouth. He licked the hard tip and drew it in between his teeth and worried it.
Mary felt them coming at her from both directions and that felt nice.
Bing's tongue was raising hell in her cunt and Swede was giving her tits and the rest of her body the attention it needed.
Mary was getting extremely hot from all the tongue action.
"Ahh!" she moaned.
She held on to Swede's head as he sucked on her large nipples as Bing licked her pussy madly.
Her legs were spread wide and her belly was jerking around violently.
She wanted to come, she wanted it a lot.
Swede was hard as a rock again.
He pushed Bing out of the way and moved in between Mary's legs.
His long dork stood out between his legs.
Mary spread the lips of her cunt and then reached up for Swede's handle. She led it into her.
The big head slid in easily thanks to Bing's lubrication actions, and the rest followed suit.
Mary cried out loudly as his shaft sunk into her quim.
She was filled with his glorious meat. She threw her head back. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she yelled. Swede pulled back and really began slamming it to her.
There seemed to be no stopping the power of his lust.
In and out of her, he drove his rock hard staff. Mary tossed and writhed underneath him. Bing, the discarded lover had wandered elsewhere.
Swede ravaged her cunt from every possible angle.
He even got her to turn over and he went at her doggie style.
He liked that because he had her nice full round ass right in front of him.
"Oh, Swede, oh, Swede, I'm coming!"
And indeed she was.
Swede felt her contractions, and that spurred his own orgasm to rise from the depths of his groin. Up his mighty shaft pouring his seed into her cunt.
Mary clung to him and held him to her as they coasted through their first mutual orgasm.
Swede held Mary close to him and sighed.
They drifted off to sleep together for the first time in years, feeling happy and content in each other's arms.
Mary, for once, was free of her troublesome dreams and wakefulness that night.
Swede dreamed and took the time to remember it the following morning, rather than leave his inner life and submerge himself in chores right away.
He dreamt that he slipped his slender cock into a loving, willing Mary. As they fucked, his cock grew to become both of them. Around them, Bing was curled with his fine shaggy coat enclosing them as though it were a loving, protecting cunt.
Mary and Swede had come home at last.
CHAPTER TEN
Mary stood at the entrance of the barn in amazement and stared at the harness that Spence had told her about.
It looked like some medieval contraption for torture.
But she was also excited by it.
She heard the stallion pounding his feet in his stall. She walked over and looked at him. She had been fascinated by his cock from the first time she had seen it and now she had a chance to sample it for herself, if Spence was telling her the truth.
She hoped she could take the full length of his cock, and that she wouldn't have anything happen to her from fucking the stallion.
She was scared, enough almost to give up the whole idea.
Spence walked into the barn.
He'd been drinking, she could tell. "I'm glad to see that you didn't chicken out, baby."
Right then, she didn't trust Spence very much and she disliked the way he was talking to her and making her feel like she had to go through with it whether she wanted to or not.
His attitude toward her frightened her.
"I'm scared, Spence," she said.
"Look babe, there's nothing to be afraid of if you just do what I tell you. You want that big cock up your cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, but I'm afraid of it."
Spence walked over to her and put his arms around her. She cuddled up to him and held him tight.
"Look, Connie and Swede will be here in a minute, they won't let anything happen to you, you can trust us babe."
Mary nodded and sank down into the hay and waited for the others to arrive.
Things had changed so much in the last few weeks. Things that she'd never even dreamed of she was now actually doing.
And now she was worried that she might be going too far to try and have the stallion fuck her.
But on the other hand, she was sure that Swede wouldn't let anything happen to her.
And she did want to try it.
So what the hell?
She watched Spence as he prepared the harness.
Fucked by the stallion!
That huge cock going into her cunt!
She began to tremble just thinking about it.
Connie stuck her head in the door and smiled at her.
"Today's the big day, right?" Mary nodded.
They'd been talking about this for weeks and now it was going to happen.
Connie came into the barn and Swede followed her.
The stallion was stamping in the next stall. Mary looked in that direction, frightened. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all, Swede."
"I think you ought to try it, I know you want to and now is the best time I can think of." Mary nodded.
She had been right, there was no turning back.
Connie came toward her and held her.
Spence called from the stallion's stable that Mary ought to get ready.
Connie helped her take her clothes off and then Spence led the horse in by a rope.
Swede held the stallion while Connie and Spence helped Mary get into the harness.
It was made of leather and rope.
Spence took Mary's arms and put them through the leather hoops. Then he took the torso support and buckled it around her waist.
She would be fully supported, and probably quite comfortable during the fuck.
Finally, the ankle straps had to be fastened.
Connie and Spence together tied her legs into the holders and then Spence went over to the wall and began to pull the harness up by a system of pulleys.
This was a special thrill for Spence. It was the first time that a human had been in the harness, and for such an occasion as being fucked by the stallion.
He looked over at the horse and wondered if Mary could take the large whang on him. He remembered how spacious her cunt was for his ten inches, but almost two and a half feet was another matter entirely.
Swede led the stallion in behind Mary and then Spence took over the animal.
Swede went around so that he was in front of Mary and Connie settled down in the hay to watch.
She stripped off her jeans so that she could jerk off when the action began.
The stallion snorted and then began to sniff at Mary's stretched cunt.
Mary was aroused, just being in the harness was enough to turn her on, then having the horse behind her, even if nothing happened, it was a thrill she soon wouldn't forget.
Spence worked his fingers into her hanging cunt.
Mary's juices began to flow immediately.
Spence got almost his whole hand into her and when he was finished, Mary was panting and her cunt was so open that if she could take the stallion at all, it would certainly be now.
Spence led the horse into position.
He braced the stallion's hoofs on two platforms constructed especially for this fuck.
The stallion's powerful cock was standing straight out, and was as hard as it could be.
Connie gasped when she saw it, and seriously doubted if Mary was going to be able to take it.
She would soon find out.
Swede played with Mary's boobs, and talked softly to her.
Spence took the giant rod of the animal and placed it at the entrance of Mary's cunt.
The room was nothing but tension for that minute.
Then the stallion bucked his haunches. Mary let out an earsplitting scream. Connie became afraid.
Spence held onto the horse more tightly than he had before and Swede tried to deal with Mary.
The stallion snorted again, and pushed himself further into her.
Mary felt like she was being torn apart. Her legs were stretched and her cunt felt like it had been ripped apart all the way up to her stomach.
She twisted and tried to get away from the prong that was tearing her apart, but it was firmly imbedded in her and she had no choice about the matter.
Almost four inches of cock had gone into her.
Spence kept the horse there for a while and gave Mary a chance to get used to having the prick in her before he let the horse move any further.
Mary began to quiet down and she smiled at Swede.
"I'm all right," she gulped.
Then Spence began to let the horse move.
Very slowly he loosened the hold he had and let the stallion hunch and try to get more of his cock inside of her.
About two more inches slipped in.
Mary screamed again and Spence tightened his hold.
The stallion whinnyed and stamped his hind foot.
Mary again quieted down and Spence gave the horse more room.
Another inch, at least sunk in to Mary's cunt and this time there was no sound, she had blacked out for the moment.
"Stop, Spence, stop!" screamed Swede.
Spence backed the horse up and Swede tried to revive Mary.
It took a few minutes, but she finally came around.
"Do you want to stop?" Swede asked.
Mary shook her head.
"Not yet it's beginning to feel better."
The stallion was getting impatient. It was harder for Spence to hold on to him.
The horse had fallen into a fucking pattern of his own. With less than half of his cock in, he began lunging in and out of her cunt.
"Is she all right?" called Spence.
"Yes, it's all right," Swede answered when he saw the look of ecstasy building on Mary's face.
Now that the danger was past, Connie was able to get some enjoyment of the scene before her.
She could see most of the stallion's prick and better still she could see it very clearly as it moved in and out of Mary's bleeding cunt.
Her hand found its way down to her fleecy crotch and she began to massage her clit.
Bing had wandered in the barn and seeing Connie in that state, had done what he had been literally trained by the girls to do.
He calmly walked over and stuck his tongue right into Connie's cunt.
"Ooo! Bing, you surprised me!"
The dog responded by beginning to lick her clit.
Connie reached under Bing's belly and was not surprised to find a large hard-on sticking out.
"Oh, Bing," she sighed and let him do what he wanted.
Spence was still holding the stallion in place, but it was easier now, Mary had opened up tremendously and the stallion was getting what he wanted so he was in a better mood.
Swede held Mary in his arms, or rather as much as he could. The harness limited any real contact between them.
He had a hard-on just sharing the experience that Mary was going through. He wanted to fuck her, but he liked what was happening to her, although he did fear that after she'd had the stallion's cock in her, his would never be big enough to satisfy her. But he was still glad that things were the way they were.
Spence, too, had a hard-on, but it was for a mixture of reasons. First of course, what was going on with Mary and the stallion, although that was more work for him than pleasure. But Connie, was lying not more than four feet away with Bing eating her out.
He was sorry that he couldn't give more attention to that, but Mary's life would be in danger if he strayed for even a little while.
Things were under control, but there was no guarantee that they would stay that way.
Connie was sitting up on her elbows watching the stallion fucking Mary, while she jerked off Bing.
And his tongue was driving her mad.
Swede took out his cock and began to jerk off.
Mary got more turned on watching him and began to sigh and groan.
They were all in a state of suspended passion and desire, and when that tension began to give, it was like a dam breaking.
Mary began to scream and yell as the horse plugged her. Her head was thrown back and she was wailing for all the world to hear.
She began screaming at the top of her lungs, and then her body went stiff.
Connie started to groan.
Hot thick white milk shot out of Swede's prick and the stallion whinnyed and then his body began to go rigid also.
The barn was filled with the sounds of orgasms.
Spence pulled the horse out of Mary's cunt and Swede hurried off to get a towel. Connie quickly got up and brought a pail of water.
Mary remained hanging limply in the harness.
Holding the satisfied horse in one hand, Spence lowered the ropes so that Mary was lying flat on her belly in the hay, and then he took the horse back to his stall.
Swede came back and began with Connie's help to get Mary out of the leather straps and wash off the blood from her legs.
By the time they were finished, Spence was just coming back from taking care of the horse.
The four of them lay down in the hay for a few minutes. Swede cuddled the still shaking Mary and Spence moved over and held Connie.
The scent of sex was still in the air.
The heavy odor of the horse's cum assailed their nostrils.
Spence reached down and pressed the bulge of his hard-on.
"Spence has a problem," Connie teased.
"Yeah, and just what is his problem?" said Spence playing along.
"I think he has a stiff prick and no place to put it," said Connie smiling.
Spence got an embarrassed look on his face.
Everyone laughed.
"Well, we'll just see if old Spence doesn't find a place to put his hard-on," he said grinning.
"Well you'll have to fight for it," said Connie smiling and touching her boobs.
Then she got up, and just missed getting caught in Spence's outreaching arms.
She laughed gaily and ran out into the barnyard.
Seeing her naked amongst all the other animals that he'd fucked made Spence's temperature rise about one hundred degrees and he quickly stripped off his clothes.
His prick sprang out in front of him and he rubbed it.
"I'm gonna get you," he playfully warned Connie who was still just within earshot.
"Catch me if you can," she teased, her voice floating back on the wind.
Spence bolted out of the barn, and Connie screamed.
Mary and Swede could see Connie running off into the high grass, her firm ass bouncing as she ran.
Spence was jumping over some chickens and side-stepping some of the larger animals to go after her.
Swede and Mary watched till the two of them had gone out of sight and then they turned to each other. , Swede reached over to Mary and touched her face.
Mary leaned over and kissed him. Then suddenly she got up.
"Catch me if you can," she said mimicking Connie's voice.
And then she ran out of the barn in the same direction that Spence and Connie had gone.
Swede stood up, his hard-on sticking out too, and entered into the chase.
Outside the barn they could hear Connie's squeals of delight and Spence yelling his head off.
With all the people running through the barnyard, all of them naked, the assorted animals too decided to go where thy action was.
Daisy the cow and Bing the collie, led the procession of animals. Sheep, chickens, another dog, one pig, the pony and some ducks followed the naked runners out of the yard and up into the meadow.
Connie was still running around in the tall grass and Spence was still chasing her.
Connie waved a hello to Mary when she saw her and then laughed when she saw Swede coming up behind her.
They started to play tag.
Spence and Swede were it, by nature of their hard-ons and the girls got chased.
Most of the animals joined in to the spirit of the thing by making themselves get right in the way of the men.
"Moo."
"Baa...."
Sounds of every conceivable sort issued forth from the meadow.
Connie and Mary gave the boys a good run for their money and then Connie stumbled over Bing.
Spence threw himself on her.
He flipped her over.
"I think I've found a place to put my hard-on," he said softly. Connie smiled.
"I hope so," she said, spreading her lovely legs.
Mary stopped running when Connie fell to see if she was all right. Now Swede was upon her before she knew what was going on.
He caught her from the back and his flaming prick stabbed into her rear.
"Gottcha!" he exclaimed gleefully.
Mary turned and took his hard-on in her hand.
"Now I've got you," she said softly.
And from that point on, it was hard to tell exactly who had who.
Animals, people, and all the combinations that can lead to took place.
The sun finally set on them lying in one big exhausted, satisfied pile in the middle of the field.
* * *
Connie came down for breakfast with Bing at her heels.
