Johnny Foster had a very horny family. They really couldn't help it, owning a stud farm and all. They could all testify that one never really became accustomed to watching a big stallion mount a willing mare.
Rich and handsome rancher, Gordon Thompson, felt a certain itch as he watched his mare being serviced. He wondered if the farm provided other services as well. He glanced over to see Gini and Karen Foster smiling at him.
But Thompson wasn't the only man who looked at the fine young girls. The three ranch hands also had itches that needed to be scratched. Carl decided that Karen was a mare ready for his services.
Sometimes, though, a girl needs a change. How about a pinto? Would he be too big? Maybe that little Shetland....
CHAPTER ONE
Johnny Foster was staring across the breakfast table over the rim of his coffee cup at his wife, Connie. There was a languid sensuality to her that caused his cock to harden.
"Are you going to pick Gini up this afternoon, Johnny?" she asked.
"I intend to. What time does her plane get in, anyway?" Gini was their oldest daughter. She was returning from England where she had been attending riding school studying horsemanship for the last twelve months.
"Three o'clock. I thought I might go with you. We could stop at the supermarket for a minute. I need a few things."
"We'll leave at two, then." He pushed back on his chair. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of a big Chrysler gliding to a stop outside the huge French windows behind him. It was hauling a horse-box over which he could just see the shoulders of an Arabian mare. He glanced at his watch. "Gordon Thompson is a little early," he said, thoughtfully. "I hope Sheik is in the mood."
Connie laughed. "Isn't he always?" Sheik Ali Mar was the prize Arabian stud of Bramblelea Stud Farm, and the possibility of the handsome stallion refusing to mount any mare at any time was highly un-likely. "And he hasn't had a piece in a month." Johnny came around to stand by his wife's chair. He leaned over and kissed her, his hand cupping one of her beautiful big breasts which was poking itself through the gauzy material of her nightie and shift. "Not like me," he grinned as he straightened up, "but I have an eager mare."
Karen, who was sixteen and a replica of her mother, watched her father fondle the swollen tit. "You'd better go, Dad," she grinned. "Or watching Sheik in action will be too much for you."
He playfully cuffed his daughter's head. "And you shouldn't be watching," he countered, lowering his face to peck at her lips, his fingers closing over one small, perky breast. She was already dressed in jodhpurs and a pale-yellow sweater which was far too tight. "Mnnn...." he murmured admiringly, "you have beautiful tits." Karen made no attempt to resist her father's fondling. "Do you need any help with the siring?" she asked, seriously. "Grant is in town and won't be back until noon."
"I'd forgotten about that. No, I don't think we'll have any trouble. Sheik is pretty good at fucking when he gets his mind to it."
Connie finished her coffee. "Just like any man." j She pushed back her chair as Johnny walked away.! "In that case you might give me a hand with the j dishes," she said, waiting for Karen to object. But her daughter surprised her and started to gather the I dishes.
When they were finished, Karen tucked in the hem of her sweater, drawing the finely knitted ' wool over her young, molded breasts. "I think I'll ; go for a fast ride," she said, running her hand along her neck and brushing the long blonde hair from her shoulders. Her mother's hair was fair, but not j as long as Karen's, nor as blonde. "I'll see you later, Mom."
Outside, she stopped by the first corral. Mr. j Thompson was frantically trying to control his skittish mare, while her father stood holding Sheik's head and patting his nose. Judging from the hoof marks all around the mare, the magnificent Arabian was having problems fucking or even mounting the stubborn female.
Karen walked inside the gate, aware of Thompson's eyes roaming over her figure. She never tired of having men ogle her breasts, and now she planted her hands on her hips, spread her legs slightly and pretended to watch the display. Thompson was thirty-nine or forty, about the same age as her father. And as her father always insisted he was in his prime, she assumed every man at that age felt the same way. In any event, she had always found it exciting watching a mare getting fucked and there was always the additional fun of watching the men get hard as they helped.
"Whoa, whoa. Take it easy." Mr. Thompson was talking to his mare, but he was looking straight at Karen.
She braced her shoulders, making her tits more pronounced. She looked older than sixteen, with the result that older men always looked at her as if they knew she fucked, and could somehow get her to agree. It never failed to amaze her that none of them ever asked, so she couldn't possibly oblige.
Sheik was getting restless again. He could smell the mare's cum and he was anxious to get into her. While he had been kept waiting, however, his massive penis had lost some of its strength.
"Could I help, Mister Thompson?" She smiled to herself, knowing he would sooner have her closer where he could inspect her tits more thoroughly, than wrestle any more with the mare.
He ran one hand through the thick mop of blond hair while holding the bit with his other. "Anything you think you can do might help," he said, gratefully.
Karen approached the mare carefully. "What's her name?" she asked, noting how the first streaks of excitement were darting across his eyes. He was openly admiring the out-thrust breasts, taking in the contours so pleasantly outlined in the tight sweater.
"Uh ... well, Sheila is the name we use."
Karen took the bridle and then moved close to the animal's face. "Shh ... there, there," she murmured, keeping her hands high so that her tits were even more pronounced. "That's it, that's it ... there now." She spoke softly, not glancing at the handsome man beside her, even though he had managed at least twice to place his thigh against hers. "You hold her," she said quietly, "and I'll try and stroke her cunt."
Thompson almost choked. "Wh-wh-well, if you think so, young lady." The use of the word cunt, and the fact that she wanted to stroke one, left him a little breathless. He watched her edge along the side of the panting mare, her hand patting and stroking it, her cute little ass wiggling beautifully in the tight riding breeches.
She stayed clear of the hind feet, but reached around to rub her hand firmly over the animal's buttock nearest to her. It lifted its long, freshly combed tail and she ran her hand teasingly into the mare's anus, leaving it there for a moment before moving it down into the warmth of the vagina. Gently she stroked her fingers inside, into the moistness of the oily cum. "She's nice and wet," she called to Thompson glancing along the side of the horse to where he was standing.
She was standing away from the horse, bending over supported on one hand which was on the animal's rump while her right hand was between the trembling legs. Her breasts, he noted as a warm spasm of lust burst around his balls, were perfectly shaped. Her rounded asscheeks were clearly patterned in the tight seat of the riding breeches, and he immediately visualized himself mounting her, like the big Arabian would eventually mount the mare. Another jolting spasm of lust hit his balls and his cock started to rise in response.
Karen wedged three fingers together and stuck them through the thick cuntlips. The mare immediately whinnied and moved her feet lightly.
The Arabian became anxious. It reared up and Johnny had difficulty holding on. It always fascinated him when his daughter did this. Her young, lithe body became immediately desirable. The position she was in with that cute little ass of hers and the way she worked busily in a mare's big cunt, always made him excited. He looked over at Gordon and realized he was feeling the same way. He somehow felt proud of his daughter who was obviously capable of turning on a stranger.
"Let's try her again." Thompson wanted to pull at his crotch.
"He's got the smell of her now," said Johnny. "Just keep up the good work, Karen, and we'll get as close as possible. Watch his hooves, now."
The Arabian stallion reared, his massive, thick cock swinging like a boom in anticipation. As he approached, Karen worked her fingers more furiously in the hot, wet opening. Then as Sheik made the first attempt to mount, she stepped back, her face flushed with excitement at the sight of the column-like cock. A few seconds more and the animal's forelegs were clutching the mare's back and it was hunching itself forward, arching its back.
Her father caught the mare's tail, pulling it to one side. Karen rushed forward, both hands clasping the thick cock near the helmet-shaped head. A moment later she was guiding it into the wide-mouthed cunt, which quivered and pulsed as it accepted the magnificent shaft. The mare whinnied, tried to jerk away and Karen deftly ran her hands down the length of the slippery column. She squeezed her fingers tightly and the stallion thrust, staggering on its hind legs, edging in another four inches, making the mare arch herself.
"Now fuck, damn you, fuck," Karen cried, glancing toward Thompson whose eyes were fantastically bright. The bulge in the front of his pants was enormous and she allowed her eyes to linger on his crotch. He was so big, she decided, he could have fucked the mare himself. When she looked up his face was crimson and he was trying to turn away. Instead, he finished up sideways which made the bulge more pronounced than ever. "She's getting it now," smiled Karen, reaching for the mound of testicles, her fingers groping to pull on the swollen sac. She rubbed her hands over them, and then slipped one up the length of the throbbing shaft. The stallion jerked and began to thrust. "Wheee ... that's it boy, just fuck, fuck, fuck."
Gordon Thompson couldn't believe his ears. The beautiful young woman whose body was thrusting in time to the stallion, was making him come in his pants. A searing pain swept through his balls which were being squeezed by the crotch of his pants. The way her tight ass was moving back and forth, and her shapely young tits bouncing and jiggling now that she was hanging on to the swollen balls of the jerking horse, was too much for him. He had to pull at his crotch and give his cock more room, but he had no sooner got his hand down there, when she glanced quickly in his direction, caught him, and startled him by giving him a wide, knowing grin.
Karen loved the feel of a stallion's balls. They were so powerful, so overwhelming, especially during a studding when the semen was boiling and readying itself. It was fun to be able to do anything with them. Men and boys always liked to have you fondle their balls, but the moment you got excited about them and wanted to squeeze them tightly, it would put them off and they would make you stop and moan and groan. She cupped the massive testicles in both hands, closed her hands tightly and pulled them up and down.
The stallion increased his thrusts and the mare moved her feet, planting them apart. Karen ran her hands along that part of the cock which was out and the stallion reared, thrusting right in, recoiling, then thrusting again.
"He's coming," she cried, delightedly. "Wow! What a piece of tail!" She grinned at Thompson's expression which was a mixture of excitement and sheer shock. "Here it comes," she gasped quickly, her hands back on the big balls, holding them from swaying. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the gliding prong. It was thickening, and you could actually see the throbbing as the pink flesh swelled, pulsingly.
There was a flickering shudder as the flood of semen rocketed into the hot, wet cunt. Johnny was pulling on the stallion's reins, trying to keep it mounted. The massive cock recoiled and then went slamming in again.
Karen let out an excited shout. "None wasted," she cried, watching the stallion shudder as it let another gigantic wave of fuck-juice go. It recoiled again and gave a series of quick jabs, emptying itself with wild eyes. "Beautiful screwing," cried Karen. "He didn't waste a drop. Great fucking," she said proudly. "What do you think, Dad?"
They waited until the stallion had climbed off the heaving mare. "A damned good studding," he said, taking off his hat and scratching his head. "Let him run around and wear off excess steam." It always left Johnny sexually excited, but when Karen, or Gini or his wife Connie happened to be there, it left him hanging, too. Karen was worse than the others because she purposely used obscene words in her excitement which did nothing to dampen his own enthusiasm.
Karen tucked in the hem of her sweater which had pulled itself out during all the activity. She then stuck her thumbs in the top of her jodhpurs, knowing her tits were thrust out, taunting both men. "You'll get yourself a good foal, Mister Thompson," she said, giving him a broad smile. He looked as if he had been fucked himself, and he was fighting for breath as if he had just come. She glanced at the bulge in the front of his pants.
"I ... I hope you're right," he said, laughing nervously. He had never dreamt he could still get so worked up over a woman. And a young girl, particularly. Her body was nothing short of sensational and she wasn't a bit shy about sex, that was for sure. Try as he may, he couldn't keep his eyes from those tits.
"It's guaranteed, of course," Johnny was saying. "Get a test in three weeks and if it is negative, bring her back." He slapped the mare on the flank and she side-stepped quickly.
"She thought it was the stallion coming back," laughed Karen. "Maybe she hasn't had enough." She looked quickly at Thompson, so that he blushed and looked away. He was a handsome man and fabulously wealthy, with a stable of more than fifty horses. But right now, she decided, he probably needed a screwing. She wished she could oblige. Studding always left her hairy.
"Well, thanks, Johnny. I may sire that four-year-old again. I'll be in touch, okay?"
"Sure, any time, Gordon. Just give me a call." Thompson walked the mare toward the gate. Karen had fallen into step beside him, her thumbs still tucked into the belt of her jodhpurs so that her lovely breasts moved easily in time to her stride.
She helped him coax the mare into the box behind the car. Her father had gone on to one of the stables to call a boy who would catch the stallion and wipe it down.
"That's a beautiful mare," she said, admiringly. "Has she been sired before, Mister Thompson?"
"No, this is the first time, Karen."
"A virgin, huh?"
He laughed. "I suppose so." He looked at her tits again. They were perfect globes and she flaunted them so brazenly. "Like you, I guess." The words had slipped out before he realized it and he caught his breath, startled at his own bluntness.
"Oh," she smiled, unmoved by his forthright approach, "you know better than that, Mister Thompson. A girl my age wouldn't be caught dead as a virgin. Now would she?" She was studying him from lowered lids. His nervousness, now that she had fended off his abruptness, was dissipating. She decided to tease him some more. "With all the fucking going on around a stud farm, a girl just has to try it for herself." She allowed her eyes to drop to his crotch, pleased to see the bulge reappearing. "It does make one excited, doesn't it?"
He looked at her incredulously. "You are, without a doubt, the biggest tease I've ever met, Karen."
She shook her head and rested her body on one foot. The stance parted her thighs, the vee of her crotch being instantly emphasized. "Oh, no I'm not," she said, softly. "I never do anything I'm not willing to finish, Mister Thompson." This was proving to be more exciting than she had ever hoped for. The handsome Mr. Thompson was actually shaking with lust. She could discern his upthrust cock now, and the look in his eyes gave every indication he could see right through her sweater.
"I'm beginning to believe you," he said, finally. This beautiful young girl was actually asking him to screw her. A warm glow swept through his genitals, replacing the ache in his reaching cock. The next move was quite obviously up to him and he tried to figure out a way to take advantage of it. His wife had never been sensational in bed, but recently she had been more inclined to discourage sex at any time. This left him with a continuous semi-hard-on, which hardened into a massive erection with almost no effort. This was what had happened this morning at the first glimpse of those lovely tits in the yellow sweater. "Have you been around my place?" he asked, trying to keep the tone of his voice indifferent.
She gave a fresh smile, showing even white teeth. "No. I've always wanted to. I've heard so much about it."
"How about coming along now? I'll see you get a ride back."
"I'd love to." Her tits were warming with the thought of playing with his cock. Older men were fun to fuck because she could excite and shock them so easily. "I'll tell Mom where I'm going and I have to wash my hands. They're covered in Arabian fuck-juice and I wouldn't want to get it on you."
He managed to stagger into his car. His hands were actually trembling and he had difficulty with the ignition.
Dalmar Stables covered two hundred acres and the two drove around for a while in a jeep. Karen got a kick out of the way all the workers, stable boys and trainers watched her tits jiggle. Then in a roundabout way they finished up at a small lodge in the far corner of the estate. He explained it was where he came to get away from it all, but she didn't believe him.
"Is this where you fuck?" she asked, brightly.
He almost choked. He had managed to get one of the women who came to ride at the stables to this lodge. He had fucked her very thoroughly and then she had told him her husband was being moved to New York and she wouldn't see him again. "It's my rendezvous," he said at last.
It was nicely furnished, including a bedroom which he showed her last. It was a stone cottage and quite cool. He said he should have lighted a fire.
When he didn't make a move, Karen came and stood in front of him. She raised her face, encouraging him to kiss her. As he did she wrapped one arm around his neck and the other went to the bulge. Her fingers closed around his stiff, upthrust cock and she felt him shudder with relief. Before the kiss was finished, her tongue had darted into his hungry mouth and her hand had extracted his throbbing shaft from his pants. She rubbed it tenderly while it thickened even more. Her slim little fingers glided slowly and lingeringly over every rigid muscle in the stiff, hard column of cock.
He had placed his hands on the slim waist as they kissed. Her slippery little tongue had startled him by darting in and out through his lips. He worked his mouth on hers, wanting her tongue again. There was an eagerness to her mouth that excited him. Her tongue darted in and he missed it again, so he waited for the next time, his excitement mounting as her hand rubbed his cock.
The tongue darted back and this time he caught it. He sucked on it gently as he stroked it with his own hot tongue. Her cool, slender fingers were on his bare cock, cooling the flaming tongues of fire which coursed up and down the thick shaft. Never in his life had he been so exquisitely rubbed. It was gentle and yet firm. It seemed perfectly fitted to arouse him deliciously, without making him too excited. He was sure he could stand it for hours.
She opened her mouth wide while he still sucked her tongue. Her hot, wet lips washed all around his mouth, right under his nose and down over his chin. It was as if her mouth wanted to envelop him, take a part of him in to suckle and tease him. And all the time her gentle fingers rubbed his pulsing manhood, drawing the foreskin down as if she was exercising it, getting it ready for the bigger things to come.
She brought her hand to his neck, clasping the nape and pressing his face harder so that his lips could take more tongue. She stopped rubbing his cock long enough to reach under and clutch his powerful balls. She gently pulled on the hairy sac, her fingers scraping at the thick, corrugated skin. His balls, she noted, were like her daddy's, and she squeezed them gently before returning to his throbbing cock.
He stood the renewed rubbing as long as he could. Then with a muffled cry his hands swept up to her tits. He spread his fingers wide and sank them into the fantastic softness, the feel of the swollen mounds which had taunted him all morning, bringing wave after wave of lust into his loins. His cock jerked but her tiny hand controlled it, resuming the rhythmic rubbing in the slow, tantalizing pattern of before.
She slowly withdrew her tongue through his lips, closed her mouth and then kissed him again. They were both breathing heavily and she let go of his cock. She then took his hands away from her tits, waiting a moment as he watched them heave to her breathing. A moment later, she had crossed her arms, caught the hem of her sweater by pulling it out of the heavy belt of the jodhpurs, and was peeling it over her head.
He gasped when they finally burst free. "Good God!" he groaned. The full roundness, like ripe melons, and the bullet-like nipples, perfectly centered, brought a deep-throated groan from deep in his gut. "Jesus, what a pair!"
She was fumbling with his fly. His cock was still out and standing majestically, but a stubborn button above it was difficult to release. Without thinking, he helped her, her fingers bringing new waves of static to his hungry loins as she pushed the pants and then his undershorts toward his feet.
His hand came out to cup one tit, its exquisite softness like satin. He gently held it in his palm and then his face came down, his mouth hesitating on the very tip of the nipple. Then, with a broken gasp, he sucked it through his lips.
"Gently, dear," Karen said. He worked his mouth beautifully on her breast. She moved two hands to his rearing cockshaft, clutching the tight balls firmly in one while fluttering her fingers up and down the main stem with the other. It jerked convulsively, making her smile. "That's better, isn't it?" She adjusted her fingers to lengthen her stroke. It immediately jerked again, straining to extend itself. She looked down at the shining moist knob, which she was baring and covering in methodical up-and-down sweeps. It jerked once again. "Oh, that's what it wanted all the time," she whispered, her eyes wide and glassy with uncontrolled lust. She moved her hand from his balls, raising it to his face. "I think that's enough for now, darling." Her voice was filled with a huskiness he found erotic.. Her hand pressed his face away from her swollen tit, the wet nipple like polished glass was dribbling his saliva. "Let's see how excited we can make you."
He stood there, trembling, unable to believe his eyes. She was dropping to her knees, the magnificent boobs bouncing as she fought to push the clinging jodhpurs and pink panties over her hips. When she was kneeling upright her eyes became filled with a new luster as they focused on his cock. Her hands came out, one to clasp it and the other to run blithely up and down between his thighs. "Spread a little, darling." In a daze, he complied. "Yes, he's a big one, isn't he?" The smile was back on her lips. "And so excited!" She was rubbing it again, unbearable thrills racing up and down the upthrust shaft. "And so well hung." Her hand returned to clutch the swollen testicles.
He leaned back and braced himself against a bureau. He could still see her splendid breasts, proudly thrust out, and beyond, below the plain of her flat, exquisitely formed belly he could see the light crop of blonde pubic hair. The crop was so thin he wondered for the first time how old she was. He was about to ask when her face began moving forward.
She gave a little giggle. Her hand was pulling it down and it was all he could do to hang on. Now it was horizontal, in line with her mouth, her bright eyes staring at the naked knob. "He is excited," she said. The deep, husky voice and the fact that she was talking to his cock, mesmerized him. "How long since he had a little fucking?"
He choked then, and clenched his fists. He was sure he was going to come. He tried to think when he had managed to screw his wife last. It was four or five weeks at the very least. "A month, I guess."
She made a clucking noise with her mouth, and left her lips pursed. "No wonder he's excited," she whispered. "He needs a nice warm cunt." She opened her mouth, and before he realized what had happened, she had softly slid her lips around his jerking, shuddering cock.
"Oh ... Good grief!" He almost buckled at the knees. The warm wetness of her mouth was like a piece of fur wrapped around his blazing shaft, except that this wasn't the end. He had just recovered from that when her tongue started lashing and licking at the straining muscles. One hand was squeezing his tightening balls while the other was rubbing at the very base of his cock, making it reach and reach before the assaulting tongue. His hands flew to her long hair, and in desperation he grabbed two handfuls, pulling up on them, so that he was holding a pair of reins. Excitement raced through his body, blinding him and making him fight for breath. "Jesus, oh Jesus," he groaned, unable to believe the shattering experience he was going through.
She was delighted with his response. He was so wealthy, so proper at all times, a pillar of the community, but she was trimming him down to size. She had to admire his cock, which was no bigger than her dad's, but had a thicker head, or something. She would be able to tell better when she had it in her cunt, but at the moment this was too much fun. She worked her tongue on the knotted underside near the head and felt the responsive jerking as the thick, throbbing shaft strained for more. She pressed harder at the base, which made the head bend a little so that she could run her tongue over the very end. She sank the tip into the little opening, making the excited cock thrust. It struck the back of her throat and thickened perceptibly. Now Thompson was yanking on her hair and she punished him by fluttering her tongue wildly under the head again.
Gordon Thompson, by some miracle, hung on. He had known people did this, of course, but he had never known a woman who did. At least not with him. He suspected these young people did it because they were all so sexy these days. He pulled on the reins of blonde hair, only to have searing jolts of excitement hit the head of his cock. His hips started a thrusting motion, which somehow brought relief. But then he made the mistake of looking down-to find himself staring into wide blue, excited eyes staring back at him. Her loveliness and the obvious way in which she was enjoying what she was doing made his own excitement unbearable.
She couldn't decide whether to suck him right out or let him fuck her straight. She wanted it both ways, but wondered about his capacity. He had good strong balls and his cock was now giving a series of preliminary jolts, readying itself. It was thickening, too, and it was all she could do to keep her lips and mouth wide enough to contain it. She had never had this trouble with her father, so she accepted the fact Thompson must be bigger. She looked up just as he looked down. Her tongue kept up the fluttering and she noticed how red-faced he was. She briefly wondered if he was likely to have a heart attack.
He knew he was coming. Nothing on Earth could stop him how. The blue eyes were smiling now and he flailed his hands. They finally settled on her bobbing head. She gave a little suck and he thought he was losing his mind. Then she gave another and his hands went to her arching back. It was velvety smooth, the skin like satin. He leaned over further, unable to contain himself. His hips were jerking and his thick, excited cock was thrusting into the cavern of her mouth. He slipped his hands under the undulating body and was rewarded with the indescribable feeling of her fully ripened tits. They were like huge pears, hanging down with the stems on the end.
His balls were big now, like a grapefruit but much firmer. She gently massaged them, delighting in the way he bucked with the motion of her fingers. She gave his cock the first determined suck, felt it shiver and pulse on the brink. A few seconds more and he would reach the ultimate in excitement.
"Watch it!"
She sucked every five seconds until he fell into time. His jerking ceased and he began to thrust. The smooth, slippery way in which it slithered through her lips brought a sweeping wave of ecstasy through her body. To have someone like Gordon Thompson do this, and to be in a position to control him, gave Karen a feeling of supreme power. Now he was milking at her tits while his pelvis swept back and forth. As he withdrew and the pulsing head was under her teeth, she sucked, delighting in his response as he quickly pushed four inches of throbbing cock back in to be fluttered by her tongue.
"Watch it, I'm coming!" He had to warn her even though his bursting shaft was already warning her.
Startled little drops of semen had catapulted into the back of her throat: When he recoiled, she flicked her tongue at the winking hole in his cockhead. Then she licked at the underside, feeling his massive organ shiver as he gave a despairing groan. He was on the brink and she must push him over. She sucked at him voraciously.
"Oh my God!" He brought one hand up to hold her at the neck. Then in desperation he rammed it into the warm wetness of her mouth, her hand clutching his balls slamming against her chin.
The massive gob of fuck-juice hit her throat. She had been expecting it, waiting for it, and yet it surprised her. She licked furiously at the shaft as it withdrew, the tip of her tongue finding the pulsing hole, cleaning it out for the next boiling shot. Then she released her clutch on his balls, her soft, small hands sliding over his thighs, around behind him to grasp and knead at his straining buttocks. Now she pulled him toward her, her teeth and lips firmly drawing back the excess skin, baring the head fully so that it reached and bucked very deep in her throat.
"Jesus, holy Jesus!" His hungry, cunt-starved cock shuddered and jerked. Then the fuck-juice spurted in one tremendous outpouring. He withdrew slightly and was immediately pleased he had as her tongue fluttered encouragingly along the underside. He milked her tits more thoroughly as his shaft continued to spew and ejaculate six weeks of pent-up cum. And long after it had finished, he closed his eyes to drink in the fantastic wave of bliss which careened along his cock as she licked it.
He finally gave a gasp of relief and straightened up. His cock was now half limp and arched downward as he withdrew it from her mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down into the upturned impish face. It had a wide grin on it, and her mouth was shining from her saliva and his cum. She arched herself backward until her hands were on her feet. The magnificent globes were fully ripened, the jutting nipples fully blossomed, so that a startled streak of passion started in his halls "Now he's ready for fucking," she said, softly, her eyes going to the boom-like cockshaft.
"What?" he asked, incredulously. He could barely stand on his feet and a dull ache had settled in his balls. His eyes ran over the beautiful body, with its upthrust tits, flat, almost boyish belly and then the fine pubic hair in her lovely crotch. Then her hand came out and her soft, yielding fingers were on his cock again and the first wave of renewed lust swept through him.
"Lay on the bed and I'll make you ready."
He stared at her, unable to believe his ears. Then, feeling like a schoolboy who had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing, he pulled himself together, staggered over to the huge double bed and lay down, panting. He watched as she came to the side of the bed. Her tits were even more magnificent than he had imagined as they bounced and jiggled as she walked.
She stared at his cock which was still half limp. "He'll soon be ready," she assured him, the blue eyes fiercely bright. Then her hand was clasping it, holding it up as her other hand rubbed it, the fingers working around the base.
"No, oh Jesus, no!" He watched, fascinated as her head came down, the enveloping warmth making his tired, spent manhood recuperate quickly. Three or four minutes and it was a stiff, upright column, jerking and pulsing in anticipation.
She climbed onto his twitching body, sitting up and smiling down at him. The pink lips of her hot, wet cunt lapped at his navel. She made a jerking movement with her thighs. "I want to ride you," she grinned, the long blonde hair swaying in a mass behind her. She cupped her lovely tits, holding them out as her forefingers fanned at the arrogant nipples. "And I want you inside me."
He would never have believed it. Never in his life had he been able to fuck twice. His eyes roamed over her young, delicately smooth body, a new wave of lust flooding into his balls. Then she was reaching behind, her fingers closing around his hard, straining prick. A backward, twisting motion, and she was guiding it into the slick, wet slit. She held it there, inside her cuntlips, bathing the head. Her thumb and forefinger around the base, making the throbbing shaft reach.
"He's ready," she smiled, nodding her head, knowing she was driving the older man wild. "I told you he'd be ready." Then very slowly and deliberately, she ran her free hand down over her belly and into her crotch, her finger stroking in her warm, moist cunt. When she withdrew it, she held it up before his excited eyes. It glistened wetly with her cum. Then as he stared, fascinated, she stroked her out-thrust nipples until they, too, were gleaming oozily.
Thompson flung his head from side to side. Her outer cuntlips were clasping at the helmet-like head of his cock. "Jesus, let me fuck you," he cried, unable to contain himself. He jerked his hips and was rewarded with an additional inch in her twat. Then his hands flew out to touch the molded mounds.
But she leaned back while her finger continued to stroke each startled nipple. Then very slowly she allowed her hips and thighs to sag, to envelop his burning rod, encase it in the glowing heat of her tight, young cunt. A moment later and she had caught his hands in hers, and she was leaning forward, spreading her knees so that her clasping cunt could widen and accept his eager cock. Her breasts fell to within inches of his wide, excited eyes.
"Just lick them," she murmured, a violent spasm rocking the vibrant young body as it impaled itself on his upthrust prick. "Lick them and then suck them. Taste my lusty cum."
He opened his mouth, without thinking. The firm young nipple entered. He smelled her cum and then tasted it. It was salty and musky, like cum he had smelled on a hot mare. Then desperately he was sucking and she was beginning her jolting, thrusting rhythm.
"Beautiful," she sighed, making him jerk and lift toward her. "That's out of this world." Her calmness and her obvious delight in his fucking made him want to fuck her until she screamed.
She lifted and fell, her cuntlips grabbing and clasping at the base of his rigid cock. Up and down, her inner muscles clinging so that his foreskin was drawn back, baring his cock for the deep penetration she wanted. She quickened the timing, feeling him respond, drawing his semen upward as his mouth sucked and chewed at her swollen nipples.
He spread his legs in an attempt to get further in. She moved her buttocks down, making his shaft rear as she worked her inner muscles around the throbbing pole. When she felt him coming she began the determined rhythm which she knew would suck him out.
"You're coming," she cried, as if he didn't know.
He gulped in air and wrapped his arms around the writhing young body. Her flesh and skin were like velvet and moist from exertion. Her body moved like a well-oiled machine rising and falling as his cock pumped. "Jesus, just fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he gasped.
"Yes, sir, oh yes sir." Her hips thrashed wildly, sucking at his cock. "Now let's fuck and fuck and fuck."
His ejaculation was an explosion. His cockhead belched fiery cum in a series of bursting jets. All he could do was hang onto the violently twisting girl as she sapped him of his juices. He suckled her tit, the nipple now long, springing under the onslaught of his lips and tongue. And still her hips and thighs worked furiously, drawing up the last of his cum until his cock finally dribbled. Then, with a deep, satisfied sigh, she lay there motionless, her exquisite softness enveloping his heavy body, the magnificent tits flattened against his chest.
CHAPTER TWO
"Will you come again?" he asked, afraid she would say no.
She appeared to think about it. "Maybe, and if you ask me nicely."
"I'll be asking," he said, with a knowing smile.
"Nicely?"
He pulled the gear lever into drive. "Nicely." Then he watched her wiggle her cute little ass toward the door of the attractive farm home.
Inside, Gini was displaying riding clothes she had purchased in England. She was a fair-haired girl, a shade darker than Karen, and at eighteen her body matured nicely. Her fully ripened breasts bulged against the pale-blue blouse. She was crouching over opened boxes, her thighs slightly parted so that the tapering columns narrowed in to the narrow strip of her panties which covered her cuntlips.
"Hi, Karen!" she cried, bouncing to her feet and embracing her sister. "You look great. How's everything?"
"Just fine." Karen's eyes roamed over the older girl's body. "England didn't do you any harm, I see."
"I had a wonderful time, except for the weather. I never did so much riding in the rain. But the horses, and the clothes." She swung her arm toward the open boxes. "Such fabulous riding things."
Johnny gave a short laugh. "Did you learn anything? That's the point."
Gini went over to where he was sitting and sat on his knees, slipping her arm around his neck as she kissed him lightly on the mouth. "You'd be surprised, Daddy. I learned a great deal."
He had quite naturally allowed his hand to rest on her knee. "I bet you did. English men are notoriously cold, aren't they?" He spread his fingers, covering the lower part of her thigh. It was smooth and soft and the first warning of a sensual glow started warming his balls.
"They're slow," she recalled, thoughtfully, "but they make it last. Heavens! Going to bed with an Englishman is a major production. He doesn't even think of screwing until you're insane with lust. I never figured out whether he is a slow starter, or it takes that long to get him interested."
Johnny and his wife laughed. Karen was thinking about how excited Mr. Thompson had been, and how easy he had been to seduce. She wondered if all men about her father's age were easy to seduce. The full realization of what she had done this afternoon suddenly struck her. After all, Gordon Thompson was a name to be reckoned with in Cumberland County.
"My brother always said English girls were the most frustrating girls he had ever bedded," said Connie, watching her husband's hand slowly travel the length of Gini's satiny thigh. A tingling sensation sprang into her breasts as she saw the hand hesitate under the miniskirt, before returning to rest on her daughter's bare knee. "He used to say he lost interest before the girl was ready."
Gini laughed. "Oh, I never lost interest, but they make their sex so tantalizing, as if they were only partly interested." Her father ran his hand back up between her thighs. When it reached the top, she closed them, trapping it there as his finger stroked her cunt. She gave him a knowing smile, kissed him, and as she did so, dropped her hand into his crotch and pressed her wrist against his hard-on. "Daddy, Mommy hasn't been looking after you, has she?" She had an impish grin as she glanced at her mother.
Connie pretended to be shocked. "He does more studding than the Sheik," she countered. "Why don't you talk him into having a cold shower while I make supper? That should cool his ardor."
Gini squeezed his neck more tightly with her arm. "Make it a warm one and I'll join you."
Johnny was in the shower when Gini joined .him. She stood with her hands held out at her sides, showing herself off. She had a broad smile on the almost perfectly oval face which was framed with shoulder-length hair, flipped all round. It was the only style the old hairdresser in the little English village near the riding school, could do.
He stood with the spray striking the middle of his shoulders as he took in the full, globe-like breasts, the flat belly and the sloping, tapering thighs. She had thicker cunthair than he remembered, and her hips were more ample and at the same time more inviting. "Jesus, but you have a nice body," he managed to gasp, the ache in his balls now a searing pain.
She moved over to stand in front of him, her hands going to his genitals, one clutching the massive clump of his scrotum, the other to clasp his upthrust shaft. "MMnnn...." she murmured, "it's been so long." She looked down, her eyes widening with excitement. "I missed him, Daddy. You're so strong and powerful."
"You have to thank your mother, I guess."
She giggled, like a child about to open a present. "Can I have him right now?" She raised her face, questioningly.
"Of course. I won't keep you waiting like an Englishman." He swung his arm around the narrow waist, drawing her to him, her big boobs nestling into his hairy chest as his fantastic cockshaft ground itself into the firmness of her belly.
She gave an erotic shiver, raising her mouth until her father's had covered her trembling lips. Then as he darted his thick, hot tongue through her lips, she caught it with her teeth, gently nipping as she began a subtle sucking on the juicy, spongy flesh. They clung to each other while he held her and then his free hand came up between them to cover one breast. It was all he could do to fully cover it. The hard, erect nipple pushed against the palm of his hand. He squeezed and kneaded the silken tit, marveling at the size and ripeness. It was far bigger than her mother's.
Gini began to work her hips to feel his strength. He was the only man she had ever fucked while standing up, and consequently had forgotten how wonderful a big cock could feel when it was creasing itself into her firm stomach. She dropped one arm from his neck and ran it down his hard, muscled back to cup his straining buttocks and pull him even more tightly against her. "Oh...." she groaned through their tightly meshed lips. She sank one finger between the cheeks of his ass, found the tight puckered hole and slowly slipped it in.
How long they stayed like that, they didn't know and didn't care. All they wanted to do was feel the nearness of each other. Her father had fucked her first on her fourteenth birthday, after the family party. Even then, Gini had been a big girl and almost fully developed, with breasts which sprang out of her woman-sized bra. It had been the most exciting experience of her life, opening up a new world of unbelievable thrills. Her brother Grant had fucked her a week later, not quite bringing her to the summit of excitement that time. Later on, when they had done it again and again, she had found the same sensational release she had with her father.
His cock was throbbing against her flesh. She moved her hips in a slow, circular motion, teasing him, knowing his passion was approaching a boil. She wanted to put it into her, at the same time wanting everything to remain the same. She knew her daddy would fuck and fuck and fuck once his enormous shaft slipped into the warm, welcoming heat of her cunt. And she loved to stand like this, knowing what was coming, how exciting it would be, and yet not wanting that phase of the action to begin. She licked at his tongue as she sucked, pressing her finger farther into the recess of his ass, wiggling it, delighting in the way the cheeks of his ass closed and grasped her hand.
Finally Johnny had to breathe, and he twisted his mouth away. His hand flew to his cock and he was about to push it down, aim it, slip into the hot chasm of her cunt.
"Wait!" She had a faint smile hovering around her mouth. She eased her finger from his ass, and moved away from him, the big, globe-like tits moving, swaying before his excited eyes. "I want to feel it," she said softly, her eyes focusing on the red, rearing shaft.
Her father made a choking noise. "There isn't time," he gasped. Then he stared, fascinated as she dropped to her knees. "Easy, uh!"
She had taken the soap and was lathering it. "Of course," she murmured softly. "Part your thighs. You're beautifully big." She clutched his scrotum, the feel of his powerful balls bringing a wave of bliss to course through her veins. Then her other hand encircled the pulsing column of cock, rubbing it very slowly until it was bathed in white suds.
Johnny was clenching and unclenching his fists, the excitement in his loins excruciating. Finally his hands flew to her head and he was grabbing at her hair. But then he gave a grateful moan as her hands and fingers stopped. She was staring at his genitals, her face a mask of delight and her eyes indescribably wide.
"He's virgin white," she said softly. White suds were dropping in a chain from the swollen testicles, while others ran like trains down the length of the rigid stem. "May I kiss him?" she asked in a faraway voice.
"I don't ... I don't ... think you...." It was all he could do not to come right then. His sperm was boiling and smoldering in his balls, waiting to ejaculate, to spout in a jet toward her trance-like face. Then her face was coming anyway, moving toward him and he clutched at her hair, his eyes wide with anticipation as her pursed lips approached his bursting cock. Then they touched on the middle of the shaft, pressing, pressing so that his upthrust manhood reared itself in an attempt to escape the sweet and tender lips. "No, God no!" He yanked op her hair, but it only raised her face. The next kiss struck the helmet-like head of his cock on the underside, sending stinging streaks of lust up and down the flaming rod.
"Again?" she asked, her voice full of innocence, her beautiful blue eyes raised hopefully.
He shook his head in desperation. "Let me get into you."
Gini pretended to be surprised. She jumped to her feet, placed her hands on his waist. "Now?"
But he did not have time to answer. He caught his pulsing boom and pushed it down as she slipped onto it. A moment later she was groaning with passion as it began the tortuous glide up the silky, smooth column of her cunt.
"Welcome back," she murmured softly, straining against him so that their tummies flattened and her cuntlips sucked at the base of his penis. "Oh, welcome back, Daddy. It's ... it's ... it's been soooo ... long." Then her young, excited hips began the rhythmic motions which would draw out his tenseness, his excitement, his boiling semen from the depths of his balls. She thrust faster, their thighs slapping a tattoo as she sucked in his ramrod cock with her eager, girlish opening.
"I-I'm coming," he managed to gasp.
She arched herself backward, heard his frustrated groan as her magnificent boobs presented themselves. He started to move forward and the shower spray came over his shoulder as he lowered his head. It struck the upthrust tits, cascading over them, making them more desirable than ever. He opened his mouth wide, knowing he could never take one entire boob in his mouth. But then he was covering one, tasting its freshness as the nipple sought his tongue. His hips ground against hers, but she was thrusting much too fast. Her thighs slammed against his and his cock was being treated to a squirming, soothing motion deep inside which could only make him spurt.
"Oh beautiful fucking," she cried as his tongue lashed her nipple. "Beautiful, beautiful fucking." He was thickening inside her. The walls of her slippery cunt were actually clinging to the ramming shaft. She strained with her buttocks in an effort to close her cunt. Then she felt the cock readying itself, throbbing and getting bigger, the head baring itself for the final ejaculation. She jammed herself against her father so that his big prick extended itself, hung there for a brief moment and then rocketed the fiery liquid to the top of her love nest. "Oh, Jesus yes," she cried, moving her young, firm hips back as a recoil and then moving against him again. Another jetting expulsion. "Oh God yes! Fucking fuck." Another jabbing spurt and she recoiled herself until the pulsing head was at her clit, teasing it, urging her on. Again she slammed her thighs against his, wiggling herself until the last drops had been deposited in her hungry cunt.
After dinner, Karen and Gini saddled up Sheik and Coulton. Coulton was a magnificent golden palomino, four years old and with a long white mane. Both stallions reveled in long rides through the countryside.
"This is like old times," shouted Karen, above the rush of wind which carried her long blonde hair in a straight line behind her.
"It's great riding bareback again," laughed Gini. "At school, the English insist on students riding with an English saddle. I suppose you get used to it, but to me there's nothing like getting your cunt warmed up with some good old animal heat." They raced through the woods in the direction of the river which wound through the Bramblelea property.
Karen could not help noticing the fully ripened tits of her sister as they lifted and fell in the rhythm of the gallop. After an hour they dismounted and allowed the two animals to graze. The two girls relaxed at the foot of a tree, leaning against the trunk as they talked of old times.
"Sheik's still a magnificent big stud, isn't he?" mused Gini. "Just look at those flanks, and the rounded buttocks."
"He had quite a studding today," allowed Karen, thoughtfully. "Mister Thompson brought that mare over and we had quite a time with her. Real skittish she was, and of course Grant was in town, so I had to help."
Gini's eyes lighted up excitedly. "Quite a wang on him, if I remember correctly."
Karen laughed. "And he hadn't had a piece in ages. I had to use both hands on it. I almost came in my panties. At the same time I had to get the mare ready, but between the three of us we managed to get a good load of fuck-juice into her."
"Thompson has never used Bramblelea for studding before, has he?"
"No, but he will be from now on."
Gini looked at her sister quizzically. Then her face broadened into a smile. "You did a little promoting, I gather."
"Well, he got so hot watching me priming Sheik he invited me to see his estate. Naturally I figured he wanted to do some studding himself, and I was feeling pretty excited by then. Grant and I had a roll the other week in one of the stables, so I was just ready to take someone on."
"How was Thompson? As good as Daddy?"
"He was nervous and fluttery. I gather he hasn't been getting it lately. He'd never been sucked off before, and I thought he would have a heart attack. I figure I can get anything I want from him from now on and I'm just waiting for him to make the next move."
"You're playing pretty big stakes, Karen. Thompson is the big guy around here."
Karen gave her a knowing glance. "Between us we could have a ball with him."
Gini looked worried. "The only problem is that I'm thinking seriously of asking Daddy to let me open a riding school, and Mister Thompson may not go for that."
"We should ride over and see him this week," suggested Karen. "One look at those tits of yours and he'll probably help you start a school."
"That's an idea. And I haven't met a man yet who objected to a little screwing to make him change his point of view." While she was talking she had turned on her side, her fingers going to her sister's blouse, unfastening the buttons and finally pushing away the garment to reveal a shallow, flimsy bra. "And talking of tits," she smiled, "let's see how you've come along while I've been in England." She lifted first one and then the other out of the cups.
Karen gave a muffled groan, moved her shoulders from the tree where she had been resting. She lay back, her young, upthrust breasts like peaked cones as her sister molded her hands over them.
"My, my. My sister is growing up," Gini said softly as she fondled the rising nipples. She brought her face down and sucked tentatively on one. "You've been a busy little girl." Karen's breath became heavier and more forced. "No wonder Thompson got a little horny." She ran her hand down into Karen's panties, had to stop while she released the zipper of the jodhpurs and then sank her fingers into the moist cunt opening. It was soft and inviting, and not a bit hard as she had remembered it a year ago.
"Coulton!"
Karen's eyes widened as she heard Gini call to the palomino. It raised its head, hesitated and then wandered over.
Gini smiled reassuringly. "He won't hurt you." She brought her hand from Karen's cunt, stroked the animal's nose and then took the bit, pulling his head down to where Karen's upthrust tits were pointing to the sky.
He sniffed and licked at the girl's shoulder, her neck and then finally lashed her breasts with his tongue.
Karen gave out a moan as the sandpaper-like flesh caressed her swollen tit. "Oh, God!"
Gini straddled the girl, protecting her from the full-grown horse as it continued to lick and lash at her shapely breasts. Waves of ecstasy swept through Karen's tingling body and her hands flew to the long, silky smooth nose. Then Gini was reaching behind, gathering more of the delicious cum, smothering the cone-like breasts so that the palomino renewed its licking and driving the young girl mad.
Gini inserted her finger into Karen's moist cunt, caught the clitoris and stroked it tenderly as Karen's orgasm mounted. Then in a violent thrusting convulsion the orgasm was released and Karen twisted and thrashed as the horse licked and washed at her bare, swollen breasts.
CHAPTER THREE
Connie Foster wiped her hands on the dishtowel and picked up the telephone. "Bramblelea Farm," she said, reaching for the pad and pencil which were always near the phone.
"Oh! Mister Foster wouldn't be there, would he?"
"I'm sorry. He's out of town today. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"It's Gordon Thompson. I was hoping I might bring a Morgan mare around today." He was trying to decide if the woman he was talking to was Karen. His voice became nervous as he thought of the trim little teen-ager and what had happened the last time they had met. Besides, he was always embarrassed talking about studding to a woman.
Connie gave a short laugh. "Well that is no problem, Mister Thompson," she assured him. "Let me see if King is available." She reached for the appointment register on the shelf above the telephone. "Now, let me see. He was siring last week. Tuesday. I think he should be ready and fit. How about three o'clock this afternoon? Would your mare be ready by then?"
Gordon Thompson made a gulping noise in his throat. "We'll probably need help," he said thoughtfully. "She is pretty wild. Maybe we should wait until Johnny is available."
"Oh, I don't think so. I'll be here, the two girls and Grant should be able to manage."
The thought of Karen holding Sheik's big cock-and later his own-brought a wave of lust into his balls. The additional vision of Connie Foster helping today made him feel ever worse. "Well, if you think so, Missus Foster. I'll be there at three."
Connie smiled as she went back to the dishes. The fact that Thompson was coming back to their stud farm would please Johnny immensely. Sheik's performance must have satisfied the wealthy horseman, and every additional customer to Bramblelea meant more money in the bank. Not that they were hard-up for money. They had a very nice life here on the stud farm. It was just that everyone could do with more.
Promptly at three, the Cadillac hauling the horse-box pulled into the Foster yard. Connie had warned Gini, Karen and Grant of the impending studding. Paul, the hired hand, had brought the prize Morgan into the corral and had been exercising it in readiness for the performance.
Connie had put on her jodhpurs and a pale-yellow blouse, and she joined Thompson as he alighted from the Cadillac. She was not unaware of the admiring glance he gave her trimly matured figure and she even returned it with one of her own. His riding breeches and shirt were of the highest quality, as one would expect of a wealthy man.
As he lowered the gate to the trailer, Gordon flashed her a wide smile. "She's a mite nervous," he said, "we may not even make it this first time."
"Has she been freshened before?"
"No, it's the first time, I'm afraid."
Connie strode up the ramp and alongside the restless Morgan. "All women are a little nervous the first time," she said, matter-of-factly, glancing at Thompson in time to see him coloring slightly. "Then they usually like it."
His eyes were fixed on the curve of her lovely ass. He doubted if she had ever been nervous and the thought made his cock start hardening. Just then Karen came out of the house and he nervously looked at her.
"Hi, Mister Thompson," she grinned. "Back for a little more studding?"
Thompson stifled a choking sound in his throat. Then just as he was about to say something, Gini appeared behind Karen. Karen introduced them, noting how his eyes had settled on Gini's full, ripe breasts.
Both girls stood either side of the Morgan as their mother encouraged the magnificent mare to back down the ramp. They ran their hands over the sleek thighs, Karen lifting its tail and fingering the smooth, velvety asscheeks.
"There, there," Karen murmured, when the horse was out. The mare had turned her head and was studying King.
In the corral, Grant was having problems holding King, who persisted in rearing and then pawing the ground with his forefeet. His thick penis was beginning to appear. The bright pinkness was in stark contrast to the black sheen of his lovely coat.
Connie and Thompson were holding the mare by the bit, allowing her to stand and calm down for several minutes.
"He's a fantastic animal," allowed Thompson, admiringly.
"A perfect stud, too," smiled Connie. At least four times Thompson had stared at her tits unashamedly. "I didn't look up the record but I think he has sired something like twenty-three good, healthy foals, and he's not even in his prime."
Sam, the farm's pet Labrador, wandered into the corral where Karen promptly caught him by the collar and led him away, locking him in a stable.
"Shall we give him a try?" asked Grant.
Connie looked at the Morgan critically. "He isn't very big yet," she laughed. "Four inches isn't going to do much for the mare."
Thompson swallowed hard. The two younger girls laughed, and Karen even winked at him.
"I wouldn't even let a man touch me with that little thing," said Gini. She had just noticed the growing bulge in the front of Thompson's jodhpurs and a warm wave of lust careened through her cunt. She walked over to the stallion, patted his flank and then reached under and started stroking the thick short cock. The animal whinnied appreciatively.
Connie and Karen stood on either side of him, their hands tucked in the front of their jodhpur belts so that their breasts were molded against their blouses.
Connie said, "He'll come along now. You just watch him."
"Will he?" Thompson managed to stammer. "Men usually do," smiled Connie. "It's just nature, you know. Don't you come along quickly when your wife does that?"
He shuffled his feet nervously. His wife had never done that to him. But he knew it could happen all right. Karen had proved it that afternoon at his rendezvous, and right now he wished he was back there with her fondling his thickening cock and his swelling balls in readiness for her heavenly sucking. Just then, before his startled eyes, the girl beside the stallion had fallen to her knees. Now she used both hands, clasping the growing shaft which was six inches and extending rapidly. She had a firm grip on the enormous knob while her other hand slipped up and down on the pink, slippery column. Ten inches and she was milking it, making it thicken into a rigid shaft, the excited stallion snorting and huffing in anticipation.
Connie looked at Thompson. "Let's take her over to King," she said. "Let her get the smell of his cum."
He walked as if in a dream. His eyes were focused on the massive penis and on the beautiful curve of the young girl huddled underneath.
"Turn her around," suggested Grant. "I think he'll mount right away."
"Better rub some cum on her twat," said Connie, releasing her hold of the mare before reaching under to rub her hands over the rigid cock of the big stallion. Then she smothered the twitching cunt of the mare while Karen held up its tail.
Gini just managed to get out from under the pawing Morgan as it reared up onto the back of the startled mare. As it did so, Connie took a firm grasp of the big knob of its cock and pressed it into the open folds of the pulsing opening.
Thompson and Karen held onto the mare's head, their bodies nudging and touching as they fought to hold her still.
"Oh beautiful," cried Connie, her eyes wide with excitement. "God, what a cock. He's right in." She reached under and crushed the massive scrotum as the stallion began its thrusting, driving motion.
Suddenly, the mare stopped moving, content to accept the thrusting shaft as it slithered in and out of her canal.
Karen grinned at Thompson whose face was flushed with excitement. "She loves it," she cried, delightedly. "Just look at her taking everything he has." She turned a bit, allowing her tits to press against his arm as he held the reins. Then she lowered her voice to little more than a whisper. "Don't you wish that was you, fucking and fucking like that?"
Thompson stared at the huge stallion whose forelegs were flailing on top of the mare. Both animals were wide-eyed with excitement, the mare only moving slightly as the big Morgan thrust and thrust his massive penis into the welcoming cunt. Thompson licked his lips and sweat collected on his forehead to run in driblets down the sides of his face. "When can you come to the cottage?" he managed to gasp.
Karen looked at him coyly. "Studding brings the stallion out of you, doesn't it?" she grinned. "You may be too much for me. I'm only a little girl, you know." She brushed his thigh as the mare jerked in readiness for the last mounting thrust of the wild-eyed stallion.
"You're no little girl," he managed to stammer. He looked around the side of the mare, his eyes taking in Connie who was helping her other daughter to fondle the fantastic cock. Right now he could have taken on all three women. "Just say you'll come back with me and let me into you."
Karen gave him a wide grin. "Maybe we should ask Gini to help," she suggested. Then there was no time to say anything more as the mare arched her back and the big Morgan reached up on his hind legs to send its thick, pulsing column up to the hilt where he held it until it had exploded a massive, shuddering stream of cum.
It withdrew after several seconds, leaving only the heavy, throbbing knob inside the pulsing, grasping cuntlips. A heavy, oily dribble started to ooze from around the thick, pinkish-red cockshaft.
Gini and Connie, who were standing on either side of the stallion's hind legs, immediately crouched under, their hands working on the thick shaft, encouraging it to reenter. "He mustn't waste it," cried Connie. The feel of the succulent flesh of the hot cock brought a welling warmth to her cunt.
Grant massaged the heavy balls, squeezing them, urging the rearing animal to thrust again. The way his mother and his sister were manipulating their hands along the slippery stem had given him a hard-on like he hadn't known in years. The way the two women were kneeling with their asses curved invitingly toward him, it was all he could do not to tear down their jodhpurs and thrust his hard prick into first one and then the other.
"God!" cried Gini, "he must have sixteen inches there. Why in hell doesn't he slam it into her?"
Her mother laughed. "He could put it into me right now and I'd love it."
"I feel that way too," conceded Gini, her hands working harder.
Suddenly the Morgan leapt forward to the mounting cries of encouragement. A moment later he was thrusting and thrusting his powerful horn into the excited mare. His entire body racked persistently as he ejected his fuck-juices into the far reaches of her cunt.
Everyone stepped away from the jerking animals, collecting by the fence to watch the final humping gyrations of the Morgans as they finished their lovemaking. Everyone was panting and trying to catch their breath. Thompson was relieved to notice the huge bulge in the front of Grant's breeches. But then a glance at the three women with their elbows leaning back on the rail of the corral and their breasts out-thrust and heaving as they caught their breath, gave him a yearning lust in his own swollen balls. He wondered how people could stand doing this for a living. It must make them sex-hungry all the time.
Grant eventually caught the mare, wiped her down and brushed her. Then he led it quietly to the trailer and walked it up the ramp to tether it to the ring bolt inside.
"She wasn't a bit skittish," said Connie. "In fact I really think she enjoyed it, Mister Thompson."
He was trying to avoid staring at her beautiful tits outlined in every detail in her blouse. If she would only stop talking so sexily about the animals, he could subdue his hard-on. "Yes, I suppose she did," he said. Then he turned to Karen. "Did you want to go to the stables?" he asked, trying to keep his voice indifferent.
"I'd love to, but could Gini come, too? She's always wanted to see that fabulous estate of yours."
It wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but he said, "Of course. Let's go, and thanks again Missus Foster. Sorry it was so much trouble."
"No trouble for me," she laughed, "and King loves trouble like that." She had hoped he would stay for coffee and a little fun besides. Studding always left her feeling hairy and judging by the way he was perspiring and his swollen cock, he was, too. She wouldn't have minded helping him out for half an hour. He had a big healthy body, and if she was any judge of men at all, he was probably very well hung. She just hoped Karen and Gini didn't tease him too much. He was getting too old for that. She turned to go into the house. Grant had caught the stallion and was walking toward the gate.
"I'm going to take him for a rim," he said, brushing his long dark hair from across his forehead. "Then I'll rub him down. What time is supper?"
"Your dad will be back at six, so it won't be before seven." Grant whirled away and the stallion broke into a gallop. Just then, Sam, the Labrador, came bounding across the pasture. Grant had apparently let it out.
In the house, Connie had a let-down feeling which always came after watching a studding. Usually Johnny and she would have a little fun in bed to get it out of their systems, but with him away, she would have to settle for a cold shower. She undressed quickly, aware of the sensational tingling coursing through her loins, Then she heard Sam scratching at the screen door, and, taking a chance, she slipped naked through the kitchen and let him in. She then closed the door and slipped the lock on. Visitors were rare at the farm without any appointment, but as soon as she was in the shower, someone would happen along.
Sam followed her down the hall and into the bedroom where she searched for her bathing cap. She preferred showers to a bath, but showers were hard on the hair. While she was bending over, riffling through a drawer, Sam nuzzled between her knees, his cold nose startling her, and at the same time sending a trembling thrill through her whole body. She patted his head and he immediately licked hungrily at her hand.
"Oh, you little rascal," she smiled. "You like that horsy cum, don't you?"
The dog whined and lashed at her fingers quickly. His coarse tongue entwining itself between her fingers provided a surprisingly erotic surge of sexuality to sweep through her. She soon dropped to her knees and then a moment later was lying outstretched on the carpet at the foot of the bed. She held out her hand so that the dog could feast on her hand which was now wet from its saliva. Without thinking she ran her other hand over one swollen, upthrust breast.
"Now if I'd known you liked the taste of that," she smiled, "I'd have arranged for a basinful and covered myself all over." She watched his long pink tongue dart and flicker in and around her fingers. Her other hand molded and cupped her swollen breast, kneading and squeezing it so that her breath quickened. For almost ten minutes the big black Labrador kept up the slurping of her hand. Then suddenly Sam stopped, lifted his face and sniffed the air, trying to detect the newer, fresher smell.
The first darting slash of his tongue almost sent Connie out of her mind. The second, even though she was expecting it, was just as bad. Searing flames of bliss swept through her.
"Oh darling! Oh no, darling. I don't really think you should ... I mean...." The tongue was everywhere, under, over and actually darting at the nipple. "Yes, Sam, oh yes, but take it easy, fella." The deep-brown eyes were wild with excitement. She briefly worried in case he should bite her, but he was much too interested in licking. His big black nose was icy cold, but it felt like a red-hot poker as he nuzzled under her fully ripened tit. "You need more cum," she gasped, rubbing the palms of her hands over both tits. She was having difficulty lying still, her entire body was out of control, her hips and thighs lifting as Sam continued his deliberate assault on the succulent breasts.
Sam moved over her supine body. His smooth furry body was like a tantalizing mantle over her trembling, itching skin. She held the animal's face in both hands but allowed him the freedom he needed. Every time his four inches of coarse rough tongue lapped over the peaks of her nipples she cried out deliriously. Finally she could stand it no longer. She kissed him tenderly between the eyes, held his face in just the right position so that his tongue flickered and darted at the very tip of her nipple. Then she slipped one hand down his flank and under his belly, her fingers closing around the firm young stem still sheathed.
"Let me help you, Sam," she whispered. "Let me feel that lovely young cock of yours." She worked her fingers all around the hairy column very gently because she wanted this to last. The animal made a funny sound in his throat. He tried to move his mouth to the other tit, but her nipple was popping and she couldn't stand the thought of that tongue leaving it. She wanted to rub the dog's cock, but she knew if she did, it would pop out and it would be all over too soon. She worked her fingers around the little shaft instead. "There, there," she murmured consolingly. "That's good for Sam." She had heard Johnny talking to Grant about how Sam had been trying to screw Princess Patsy, the Shetland pony, one day in the bam. Both men had laughed, but Connie remembered how sorry she had felt for the dog, which was the only one they had on the farm. She stopped fingering his cock and found his balls. They were like twin pebbles and she squeezed them affectionately. As she did so, her wrists felt the moistness near her own cunt and she was immediately filled with excitement. She ran two fingers through her cuntlips. "How about this for nice cum?" she asked softly. Her hand went to her tits and covered both with trails of sticky fuck-juice. The dog promptly went crazy, lapping and lashing at her upthrust tits, sending static thrills of ecstasy through her body. "Oh, I thought you might like that," she cried. Connie arched her body so that the dog could assault both breasts.
Her hands were back at the ridge of cock, fumbling, teasing so that the big dog whimpered pathetically. Connie's tits were on fire as the hot, slapping tongue whipped at her nipples in a fury.
She tried to lift the dog's hindquarters to one side. "Be a good boy and let me see your cock," she pleaded. Her voice sounded strange and full of lust as she finally twisted the strong animal body to one side. Then her eyes widened as the pink, perky little head unsheathed itself. "Oh, it's beautiful," she cooed. Her fingers nipped at the pulsing head while her other hand clasped and rubbed the jerking young cock. It was like what she had always imagined a young boy's would be like. She had often played with Grant's young prick until he had grown older and one day stepped into the shower with her unexpectedly.
As she reached the pitch of her excitement, she forced Sam away, and with a cry turned over to a kneeling position. She closed her eyes, a little ashamed of what she was begging the dog to do. But then the first searing lick of his tongue in her twat made her stiffen like a statue, the softly rounded buttocks inviting the lust-filled animal to lick and lick at her itching twat.
Sam quickly climbed onto her. His paws caught at her shoulders as he humped and humped against her buttocks. She could feel the red hot prick, slimy and oily in the crease between her out-thrust buttocks.
"Just fuck me, darling," she whispered, trying desperately to devise some method of helping the dog mount her.
It shocked and surprised her when he did. The long sliver of cock glided easily into her twitching cunt, sliding beautifully upward through her own oily cuntlips as the hair of its thighs tickled and caressed her thighs.
He humped in a vicious, determined rocking, never quite filling her pulsing cunt which was widening and contracting in an attempt to grasp at the intruding prick. His hot breath swept past her ear as his paws clung tenaciously to her shoulders. Then his young cock thickened, but not enough for Connie. The next moment and his thin spurt of semen rocketed into her opening and she was reaching behind, holding his tight, furry ass against her buttocks until the last trembling release was complete.
CHAPTER FOUR
"There is nothing so sexually arousing as watching animals fuck," said Gini as she poured herself a bourbon at the well-stocked bar in Thompson's cottage.
Thompson was sitting in an armchair, an admiring expression on his face as he looked at Gini, whose back was to him. The silhouette of the finely tailored jodhpurs outlined the firm roundness of her ass, the tapering thighs and the shapely legs. Then his eyes went to Karen, with her more childish figure as she lounged in the corner of the sofa. She sipped on a drink as she stared back at Thompson-a knowing, sensuous smile puckering the comers of her lovely mouth.
Thompson had saddled three horses when they had returned to his stables. He had then shown the estate to Gini, all the time wondering how he could get rid of her so that he and Karen could go to the cottage. His balls ached from having watched the three women help stud his mare. And although he had never considered himself a particularly sexy man, the last session with that little minx, Karen, had left him with what amounted to a permanent hard-on.
The tour of the property had been almost over when Karen had reminded him that he had failed to show Gini the cottage. He had carefully had the cottage stocked with food and drink after Karen's last visit, and he was now pleased he had. Quite obviously, the two girls enjoyed a drink, and the Scotch he was drinking was helping to calm his nerves.
"I must admit it does stir a man," he replied to Gini's earlier remark. "Frankly, I don't think I could run a stud farm, myself."
Gini came over and sat on the arm of his chair. "You never get used to it," she smiled. "It brings the nature out in you, watching strong young stallions in their prime giving everything they have." Karen had managed to brief her on Thompson while they had been saddling the horses. Both girls had then decided to have a little fun with him. "In England I had a lot of fun," she grinned, reminiscing for the older man's benefit. "English men are so proper and cold, and they try not to be sexy, you know. They consider it disgraceful for a man to be affected by a studding, and they try to hide any evidence of their sexuality, which is rather ridiculous."
Thompson nodded his head and took a sip of his drink. Gini had put one arm along the back of the chair and her beautiful breasts which seemed to be bursting out of her blouse were inches from his face. She was a replica of her mother and if he was any judge of tits, hers were just as big as her mother's. "I suppose they don't even allow women near when studding takes place," he suggested.
"That's right. I purposely hung around and made them uncomfortable."
Gini finished her drink and put the glass on a side table nearby. Then she allowed her free hand to drop into her lap before moving it over to where her fingers rested on his thigh. "I suppose we should be letting you go home to your wife," she laughed. "You must be ready for a quickie."
Thompson almost choked. "No ... er ... no ... that's all right," he stammered. "It's relaxing talking to you girls." She was moving her fingers about an inch below where his cock was achingly upthrust, wedged against the stiff cloth of his breeches.
"Can I freshen your drink, Mister Thompson?" she asked suddenly.
He was about to say yes, but thought better of it. Her fingers were heavenly, stroking and lightly touching his thigh. "No, I've had enough." Then as an afterthought, he said, "Maybe Karen would like another, would you, dear?"
Karen stretched her arms above her head, her young, firm tits emphasizing themselves beautifully. "No, not now," she said, smiling. "Frankly, I feel more like a fuck."
Thompson gave a startled grunt, and glanced nervously at Gini. As he did so, her fingers moved onto his rigid prick, closing around it as she gave him a wide, bright smile. "And Mister Thompson is just the man to do it," she grinned. "He's in a studding mood."
Thompson couldn't believe his ears. Here he had been trying to figure out a way to get rid of this delectable older sister and all the time she had been wanting to see him screw her sister. The Scotch spread a warming glow through his balls. That and the movement of her hand. Then, without warning, her fingers unhooked the belt-like tip of his breeches and she was pushing down his zipper. A few fumbling motions and her warm hand was on his straining cock, plucking it out and baring it as she pressed tight fingers to the very base. "Hey! What ... the...."
But Gini was openly admiring his upthrust prong. "Come now Mister Thompson. I haven't seen a man yet who didn't want a piece of ass after a studding session."
Karen came over, her eyes bright with lust. "Now that's what I call a cock," she murmured, "and he knows how to use it, I can tell you."
Gini was getting a kick out of the way the older man was trembling. You could talk your head off to younger men, but talk would drive an older man crazy. "You were a very lucky girl finding cock like that," she said to her sister, as if Thompson wasn't even there. She rubbed it up and down three or four times, feeling it respond in a series of jerks. "How many times have you had it inside you?"
"Only once."
Thompson closed his eyes and gave a broken sob. He could feel his semen mounting and a bursting flame of lust filled his loins. The look in the girls' eyes was what staggered him. Never in his wildest sexual fantasies had he imagined that two beautiful young women could act this way or look like this.
Gini spread his breeches wider, reached under his upthrust cock and clutched his balls. "Good strong nuts on him, too," she murmured approvingly. She pulled at his jodhpurs, edging them over his hips until Karen could pull them down. His shorts followed exposing his redly mottled cock which was throbbing before their delighted eyes.
"Have you ever studded your wife?" asked Gini, seriously, her fingers performing a slow rhythmic motion on his shaft.
"What?" he asked dazedly.
"Mounted her, like King did to your mare today?"
He shook his head, slowly realizing what she meant.
"It's the only way," she assured him, her voice huskily passionate as she concentrated on his genitals. "Animals can teach us so much, you know."
"They can?" He was thoroughly bewildered by the sudden turn of events. His entire body ached for sexual release and yet these beautiful young girls were teasing him unmercifully.
"Let's have all our clothes off," said Gini suddenly. Her voice had a ring of authority which he wanted to obey immediately. He struggled out of the chair aware of his thick cock, swinging like a massive boom now that she had stood up and was slowly undressing before him.
The sight of her magnificent breasts almost made him come. They were certainly the most erotic pair of tits he had ever seen. And then from behind him stepped Karen with her younger, more childish body which he had ravished so thoroughly a few weeks ago. "Good God!" he gasped, his eyes glazed over with unmitigated lust.
Gini allowed him to feast his eyes on her body. She turned this way and that, her eyes fiercely bright as she watched his rising passion. When he reached out without thinking, she caught his hands, held them firmly away from her and then moved against him. "You can kiss me," she said softly. "That's the only thing animals never do. They never kiss on the mouth."
He kissed her avidly. Her huge tits crushed against his chest were like swollen melons and his cock arched into her exquisitely soft belly. "My God. Let me into you."
She moved away from him. "From now on you must stud," she said, a strange smile curling the comers of her mouth. "Karen will help you as we did King this afternoon. She will do everything to make you satisfy me, to overcome my skittishness, to make me feel as if I have really been fucked, truly screwed and thoroughly studded."
He watched spellbound as she kneeled. The perfectly rounded ass a thing of fantastic beauty. Then, with a groan, he saw her tits, conically hanging with the nipples like brown nuts, erected and quivering.
Karen was running her hands over him, up and down his back, his chest and belly and then at his thighs. His breathing was heavy and his mouth hung slack.
Gini looked up at him. "What are you waiting for? Good heavens man! You've seen how it is done."
Karen motioned him to kneel and he quickly complied. His eyes focused on the split cheeks of Gini's beautiful ass and the gently sloping thighs.
Gini arched her back, the movement spreading her thighs partly so that he could see the glistening moistness in the fine trail of cunthair.
Karen was filled with the breathless excitement of the scene. The great Gordon Thompson who everyone looked up to and admired, was here stark naked on hands and knees at her sister's shapely young ass. She dropped to her knees alongside him, and started stroking his back. The itch in her own nipples was unbearable, and yet this must be Gini's scene, Gini's big moment.
Gini gave a despairing sigh. "He must make me ready," she managed to blurt out. "Help make him ready to stud me."
Karen wasn't sure what was expected of her. She had never participated in a threesome, and this new and different routine must have been something Gini had learned in England. Gini was still arching her back and Thompson was staring fascinated at the rounded ass a few inches from his face. Almost subconsciously Karen moved her hand to Gini's rounded bottom, her fingers prying open the silky asscheeks, baring the round, puckered hole.
Thompson's eyes lighted up and then he, too, was leaning forward. A moment later, his tongue had formed a miniature dart and he was edging it slowly and tantalizingly into the tight little aperture. It went in an inch and he wiggled it. Gini's soft moans brought a wave of lust to sweep through his groin. For several minutes he curled and twisted about half an inch of his tongue around the inside rim. He had never dreamt such a simple little maneuver could please anyone so much.
Karen stared in sheer disbelief. She had always thought the only thing to fucking, was fucking. Now Gini had thrown her face down onto her hands so that her hips and thighs were even more elevated. While this was happening, Thompson's tongue had slipped out of the hole, and Karen found herself quickly using both hands to pry even wider the fabulous buttocks so that the hole was even more prominently displayed.
This time he didn't have to be encouraged and he flattened his face against her parted buttocks, thrusting his tongue into the twitching, welcoming hole. The tip of his tongue curled at the tight rim as Gini started to shudder.
She groaned and writhed as wave after wave of lust swept through her. Then suddenly, as if Thompson wasn't even there, she said, "Make him smell my cum."
Karen had to pry his face away. Then, as if she had done this a thousand times before, she ran her hand down into the hot, wet slit of Gini's twitching cunt, scooping up the slimy oil and smearing it around his mouth.
"Oh yes, a good stud wants to smell cum."
He wrapped his arms around the tapering, golden-tanned thighs and thrust his face against her luscious cunt.
Karen sucked in her breath. Her own excitement was now a series of static shocks as she watched the assault on her sister and how she was enjoying it. Karen's hands flew to her swollen, high-pointed tits and she squeezed and fondled them as she knelt there watching the scene. Her eyes fell on his fully extended cock, the bare swollen knob was already damp and glistening in readiness for fucking. Karen reached for it with a cry. One hand clasped the shimmering knob, the other the main, pulsing shaft.
"Yes, yes darling," murmured Gini dreamily. She had her face on one side and had seen Karen move to arouse him. "Make our big stud ready. Make him big and strong."
Thompson sucked and chewed at the hot wet cunthole. The musky, salty taste of her orgasm filled him with lust so that his balls were about to burst. Now Karen's tight little hand was clasping the very knob of his cock, just as she had done with that big Arabian at that first studding. It had been the way she did that which had made him bring her here to this cottage and fuck her.
"Oh, that's heavenly, darling." Gini humped herself into a tighter arch. "Can you lick my clit again?"
His tongue went wild, searching for the spongy little trigger. He finally found it and darted his tongue back and forth across the springy head. He had never sucked a woman like this and he was filled with a sense of achievement.
"Oh, good heavens, darling. Just keep doing that and you can mount me." She stifled a moan in her throat. "Drink a little cum and you'll want to ride me bareback."
Karen's face was a mask of uncontrolled lust. She had squirmed half under Thompson as her hands worked busily on his cock. Her eyes were wild and streaked with excitement as she watched the throbbing pulsations raging in the massive shaft. The fact that no one was touching her, relieving her of all the nervous tension, made her entire body cry out for release. That and the outrageous talk by her sister. Who on earth would ask a man to drink cum? And yet there he was doing just that. She could hear him slurping, sucking, gulping. She stood it as long as she could, then suddenly she rolled onto her back, removed her hand clasping the enormous, throbbing head of his cock and then brought it down until her open mouth could draw it ravishingly inside.
Thompson almost fainted. This was the second time his cock had entered the teen-ager's hot, wet mouth. The first time he had been filled with shame and shock even though it had been her idea and not his. Now again, she had voluntarily done it and once more, after the initial shock, the heavenly feeling of her mouth and tongue was driving him out of his mind. He pulled on Gini's thighs harder and found to his delight he could actually bare her clit, trap it between his lips and thrash it with his tongue. The result was cries of sheer ecstasy from the panting girl and she rocked her thighs back and forth against his face.
Karen fluttered her tongue around the pulsing head. Then she used both hands and cupped his swollen scrotum, pushing it upward almost to his asshole so that his thick, eager cock stretched and strained downward into her mouth. She moved slightly one way, lining herself up and then as Gini's cries became more frantic, she slid her lips up the long stem of his eager cock. As it started to reach and shudder expectantly she began the slow, steady sucking as her hands massaged his balls.
The gob of fuck-juice hit her throat and she swallowed it quickly. Then her hands rubbed his thrusting cock until the spurts ceased. Gini had just concluded her third orgasm and was building for another. Her thighs were glistening wet and she was hoping Karen's sucking hadn't deprived her of her studding. She had already decided she must have a talk to her sister before this happened again.
Karen knew she shouldn't have taken the liberty of sucking Thompson off. Gini had been strangely silent ever since Karen had slipped under Thompson, but she continued rubbing him, pleased to see his cock was still stiff and just as strong.
"Now you may stud me," said Gini, as if she was asking for a helping hand over a stream. She got up on all fours again, presenting her magnificent buttocks to him once more. "Maybe now you will have gotten rid of your weak semen."
Thompson took a deep breath and climbed onto her back. His hands slipped around her to feel the huge swollen breasts.
But Gini immediately swept his hands away. "On my shoulders," she cried, a touch of arrogance creeping into her voice, as it had earlier while he was licking her. "Studs don't feel tits, Mister Thompson. You know that."
He placed his knees on the carpet between hers and then thrust his massive cock into her waiting chasm. He was surprised and a little startled at how hard he still was. She arched her back and he began a steady, thrusting motion, his thighs slapping against the backs of hers.
Gini was pleased with the feel and thickness of his cock. Her body rolled back and forth with his lunges. Her ripe, full breasts swung like huge melons and she balanced on one arm while she fondled one huge tit, her fingers working at the nipple.
Karen was standing by the bureau, taking it all in. Her body was itching and shivering, unsatisfied. Unable to stand it any longer, she ran her hand down into her crotch and started stroking her slit.
Thompson's cock started to thicken rapidly. The deliciousness of the girl's beautiful cunt was unbelievable. He had purposely set the pace which he knew would bring him slowly to a peak and at the same time provide the most enjoyment. What he hadn't bargained on was the luscious feel of the girl's body beneath his. His belly, his waist and his chest gliding back and forth over her arched flesh was enough to make him blow his top. Then there was the young, beautiful teen-ager alongside him. He simply dared not look at her with that lovely crop of blonde hair at her cunt and the twin peaks of her young, tight breasts pointing straight out. Now he was pleased the girl under him had forbidden him to feel her big tits. That would have made him come quickly enough, although it was crazy the way she was insisting they screw like horses.
Gini felt the plunging shaft give the first definite shudder. "I really am impressed, Mister Thompson. You are a good, steady fucker and not a bit erratic and excited like I thought you might be." She looked over to where Karen was fingering her clit. "You must not forget my little sister from time to time. These young farm boys with their teeny cocks are not much good for her."
Her talking made him more excited and he quickened his stroke. Now they were both moving in perfect rhythm.
"My stud needs a touch of the quirt, Karen."
Again her sister's voice was one of authority and Karen looked around, grabbing the short leather horse quirt which was hanging on the wall above the bureau.
Thompson hadn't heard what Gini had said. He was much too busy thrusting as his cock swelled in the soothing, clasping cunt.
"Just one or two as he thrusts in," ordered Gini as if she was directing the saddling of a horse.
Karen wasn't sure what she was expected to do. Thompson was quite obviously getting ready to fire his load of sperm into her sister. She hesitated and then struck him a stinging blow across his buttocks just as he was thrusting into Gini's beautiful cunt. It staggered and shocked him and he thrust in, fully extended, holding his big cock into her. He still wasn't sure what had happened when he recoiled, but then as he thrust again, the stinging blow came again and he was immediately filled with a raging desire to fuck and fuck and fuck.
"Oh just screw, screw, screw," cried Gini delighted. "Yes, darling. You are a stud and a good one at that. Just let it come, darling, just let it all come." She nodded at Karen who was standing poised beside them. "Now you feel these tits," she cried. "You've earned a feel at these."
His hands flew to them, his fingers digging into the succulent softness as his hips worked furiously, his cock thrashing in and out. And then Karen was whipping his buttocks and thighs leaving red-striped welts as huge gulping gobs of his semen rocketed into the hungry peak of her cunt.
"Yes, darling. That really helps, doesn't it? Just fuck, fuck, fuck into my loving cunt," cried Gini as his fantastic cock spouted and jerked into her in time to the slashing, cutting stings of the quirt across his thighs.
Thompson's hands milked hungrily at her pendulant tits. And the lovely hot cunt was just as hungrily milking at his cock. The pain across his thighs and buttocks was intense, and yet for some unaccountable reason, the pain only made him want to thrust deeper and more urgently into this mare-like vixen.
To Karen, who was teetering on the brink of an orgasm but with no one helping her, the scene was one of startling excitement. She saw Thompson as Sheik, mounted and rearing, studding for all he was worth. She smote him again and again as she would an obnoxious young stallion. The way he responded, driving his bloated prong into her sister's parted cuntlips, brought an overwhelming wave of bliss to course through her loins.
Gini hurriedly folded her knees under her, spreading her ass to the widest. Then, as Thompson thrust in and held it there, his cock oozing the last droplets of his sperm into her, she slowly sat up, impaling herself on his upthrust stem. She flung her arms back over her head to embrace his face. "Beautiful studding, darling," she whispered, as his hands crushed and kneaded at her out-thrust breasts. His mouth was on her shoulder and he bit it gently. "Now, now, darling. You must always be ready to stud me. Always ready to fuck and screw like that at a moment's notice, okay?"
His worn-out cock gave an affectionate jerk and the pain he had failed to notice on his thighs and buttocks suddenly came to life. He looked up at Karen whose eyes were still aflame from the excitement of having whipped a man while he was fucking. Then he slowly sank backward on his heels as Gini moved her beautiful body forward. "Yes," he heard himself mumble. "I'll always be ready, darling. I'll always be ready to stud you." His mind was still swimming from the experience and what had taken place over the past month. First it had been Karen who had unexpectedly let him screw her. And now this fabulous sister of hers. Never in his life had he been so thoroughly satisfied sexually.
Gini stretched out on the carpet, her voluptuous body glistening moistly from the exertion. Her huge, well-developed breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She smiled contentedly as she studied Thompson, still kneeling and panting heavily from the screwing.
Only Karen stood, undecided and unsatisfied. Using the small whip had thrilled and fascinated her. Even now she thought seriously of using the handle of the quirt and sticking it in her cunt. Her eyes focused on Thompson's cock, now going limp and wrinkled, nestling slowly to lie on his scrotum. She wondered briefly if she should drop to her knees, suck him a little and see if she could make him hard enough to fuck her. But something held her back. The way Gini and he were looking at each other. A wave of jealousy swept through her. After all, he had been hers first. She was the one who had almost driven him insane-and she had done it without a whip, or even too much teasing. The jealousy was followed by anger. She promptly
"What's the big rush?" asked Gini. She hadn't felt this good since forcing her English instructor to screw her in the hay one Sunday morning. Not that he had been exceptionally good. She suspected he was a virgin or as near to one as was possible. It was just that he had been dressed and ready to go to the village church and she had been planning on a ride through the nearby woods. She had taken his cock out of his pants and made it hard and put it into her, all by herself. And he never spoke a word all during the act. He just acted horrified, frightened and then completely out of his mind.
"No rush. You can stay. I want to look in at Patsy," said Karen. The Shetland ponies were Karen's pride and joy. They had been given to her by her father when she was fourteen, and Princess Patsy was expecting a foal any day now.
Thompson struggled to his feet and poured drinks. "Stay and have one for the road, Karen," he suggested. His cock was now a looping column, swinging as he moved beside the bureau.
"No thanks," she smiled. "I'll see you all later."
Outside, she mounted the saddle horse which was tethered to a tree with the other two. Bramblelea property adjoined this portion of Thompson's land and she forced the horse into a loping gallop through the wooded area. Alongside a stream which ran through the property, she brought the horse to a walk. Her anger at Gini and Thompson had subsided somewhat and she tried to think clearly of the implications. Gini had been selfish, she decided. Thompson could easily have fucked them both and Gini was well aware what effect a studding at the farm had on everyone who watched. But instead of sharing him, she had satisfied her own lustful urges and ignored Karen's. Worse still, she had made Karen participate with no reward.
She came to a clearing where three of the hired hands were riding Arabians over jumps, exercising them. She knew them as well as any farm owners would know their help. The only difference was that as a young, shapely woman, she was well aware of their interest in her, in Gini and even her mother. Men were all alike that way. Always studying you as if they were measuring you for a bed.
And right now she wished she could be measured and spread out right here in the pasture. She wondered what they would think if they could only read her mind. Any one of the three could probably do a pretty good fucking job on her. Her thoughts brought a glowing warmth to her cunt which was already aroused after rubbing against the pommel of the saddle. She moved in a circle around the clearing, out of the way of the jumps, coming up to where each rider returned before starting the next run.
"Hi!" she smiled, as the first man came back to where she had brought her horse to a standstill. "How's she doing today?" She had an idea the man's name was Carl, but she couldn't be sure.
"She always does well," he said, his eyes raking her tits which she had made sure were prominently displayed. "Have you been for a ride to the Thompsons' place?" He knew the horse was not one of theirs because it was a standard-bred.
"Yes, and I borrowed a horse rather than have them drive me back."
"You could always phone. I'd be pleased to bring one over for you," he replied, smiling.
Karen smiled back. She was sure he would. Just the way he was looking at her tight crotch and then back at her tits told her everything. And to make matters worse, she could have stood his screwing right now. "I'll remember that," she said at last, digging her heels into the animal's flanks so that it moved off just as the other two riders joined the first one. They nodded their heads.
When she was about thirty feet away, she heard them say something, and she turned her head sideways so that the wind was out of her ears.
"Would I ever like to get eight inches of bare cock into that," said one, thoughtfully.
Another one laughed. "And she could take it too, I bet. In fact, we could all screw her right now and she'd love it. I just know she would."
Karen couldn't resist it. She turned, flashed them a wide smile and waved. Then she spurred the horse into a loping canter. The fellas would never know how much she would have enjoyed taking them on right now.
CHAPTER FIVE
After the studding, Grant had taken the Morgan for a slow walking gait for about two miles. The magnificent stallion was still impetuous and nervous after the fucking, but Grant made it steady down, and calm itself before forcing it into a gallop back to the stables.
The three hired hands were just leaving with Arabians which were being trained to be jumpers and he spoke to the men briefly. In the stable, he began to groom the Morgan, brushing and combing the lovely pelt until it shone and glistened.
The animal's massive penis had withdrawn into the heavy foreskin until just the helmet-like head remained. It was like a pink mushroom and Grant washed it carefully with both hands lathered in soft soap they kept for just that purpose.
The Morgan whinnied appreciatively.
"You like that, don't you, old man," grinned Grant. His hard-on had been painful and aching ever since the studding and he took a delight in grasping and squeezing the heavy pink knot of the stallion. When it showed signs of hardening, he said, "Oh no. You've had your share today, my boy. We'll dry you off and you'd better quiet down." He took a towel and wiped the big cockhead. Then he threw a blanket over the big stallion and gave it an affectionate pat on its rump.
Grant walked down the length of the big stable, glancing at first one and then another of the animals. He finally came to Princess Patsy, Karen's Shetland pony which was big and ready to foal. He walked into the stall and ran his hand along the swollen side of the belly. "You gonna have that baby tonight?"
The miniature horse turned her head and nuzzled against him, her nose rubbing against his crotch. The pressure felt good and he stood there, allowing the big nose to nuzzle at his swollen prick. He rubbed her ears and stroked at the long nose, reluctant to move away. Lust swept up through his loins as the Shetland continued to swing its head up and down. So engrossed did he become in the Shetland's deliberations, that he did not hear Karen approach until she was standing watching the strange performance.
Karen walked into the stall, running her hand along the back of her pony until she was standing behind her brother. Then she laughed. "Having fun with Princess?" she asked. Her own lust, which had never stopped smoldering since she had left the Thompson place, mounted in her genitals.
"I ... I ... I ... was...."
She slipped her hand around her brother from the back. Her fingers soon found his zipper, pulled it down and extracted his pulsing cock. "Were you thinking about fucking poor Princess?" The feel of his hot prick in her hand made her crotch hotter. "Princess has had all the fucking she needs right now." She began to rub his blood-gorged cock, baring the head with each downward movement. "Turn around and let me see how big you are." Grant turned around. He was red-faced and obviously embarrassed. Then his sister's hands were baring his genitals, making more room so that she could clutch at his balls with one hand and rub his cock steadily with the other.
"Now isn't that better than Princess nuzzling?" He nodded but refused to look at her face. Karen had recently become very attractive to him, and more than once he had lain in bed dreaming about the way her tits always appeared to be poking through her blouse. He had wondered what she would be like to fuck. He had seen the excitement in her eyes this afternoon when the Morgan had mounted the mare and thrust its huge cock into the waiting cunt. It had been all he could do not to come in his jeans as he watched Karen's tits bounce and jiggle in anticipation.
Now, as her fingers played heavenly music on his cock, his mind reeled at the thought of sinking his blazing shaft into her young slit.
Karen couldn't get over her good fortune in finding her brother so involved. "Why don't you feel my tits?" she softly suggested.
His slim waist and narrow hips had nearly driven her crazy this past year and she had been sorely tempted to tease him into fucking her before this.
He made a gulping sound, undecided what he should do.
"They won't bite." She worked her fingers and felt the rising strength of his cock. It was thinner than Thompson's, but just as hard and possibly a little longer. The head was firm and sharply pointed and she grasped it like she had the stallion's, reveling in the feel of the heavy, pulsing motions.
Grant slowly unbuttoned her blouse, his eyes taking in the bunched-up tits as they nestled in her bra.
Karen reached behind and unclasped the catch of her bra. It was obvious Grant would never get around to that. Then she laughed when his eyes bulged as her twin mounds burst free. The nipples were already aroused and beckoned for his lips.
"Oh, Jesus!" His hands were on them immediately.
She worked on his cock and thickening balls with renewed vigor. "Is that what you wanted all this time?" She suppressed her own inclination to shiver and shake as his fingers dug into the succulent flesh of her breasts.
"Jesus, yes."
She pushed at his jeans and shorts, edging them over his hips. "Lie down right here," she quietly said. Then, as he hurried to obey, she pushed her jodhpurs and briefs down and kicked them off. He stretched out below the Shetland's head, his head on a pile of hay. He pulled off his sweat shirt so he was naked. His shaft was now deep red and thick and quivering as Karen studied it. Then he closed his eyes as she lay down on top of him, her nude body like a warm, velvety sheath as it covered his. A warm and soothing feeling encompassed his raging flesh.
Karen pulled her knees up tightly against his waist. Her cunt was twitching after the affair at the Thompsons' place. Juices flowed freely, wetting the smooth flat stomach of her brother nestled between her thighs. Slowly, she twisted herself back until the point of his cock was nudging in her asshole. She squirmed along the warm, dart-like head and started a gentle lifting movement with her cunt on the upthrust stem, lubricating it, making it harder.
Grant opened his eyes to find her tits hanging suspended above his face. His sister's eyes had a haze over them and she had a peculiar smile flitting around her mouth. Her ass-jiggling was driving his cock crazy. Her hot, wet slit riding up and down the thickening, young prick, sent waves of eager passion coursing through his balls.
"Don't you like my tits?"
He grabbed them hungrily, squeezing them unmercifully as his mouth sagged open and his eyes filled with a wildness Karen had seen only in a stallion. "Gently, now," she whispered as his hard hands went out of control. She felt a fresh flow of fuck-juice and she pressed back a little harder so that his throbbing cock was wedged between her asscheeks. She could now clasp it quite tightly and bare it fully as she worked her ass downward over the tight, virile column.
The Shetland pony, which had been quietly watching them and had moved back the length of the halter, now caught the first whiff of cum. She snorted, shook her head quickly and then lowered her face to snuff and snort at the slim, white back which was working so rhythmically below her. Her velvety nose swept downward over Karen's spine so that the young girl immediately arched herself. Delicate but excruciating thrills swept through her vibrant, passion-filled body, and now that her tits were thrusting harder into Grant's squeezing palms, he thought he was responsible for her heightened passion. He caught the brazen nipples more tightly and started tugging on them.
But Princess wasn't content to lick at Karen's smooth, shapely back. Not with the delicious, fucky smell so close to her nose. She nudged her velvety soft nose closer to where Grant's straining, bare-headed cock was encased between Karen's creamy asscheeks. Then, almost as if it knew what it had to do, it gave a long, passionate lick with its long, hot tongue up the full length of Grant's rearing, tormented cock.
For a moment, Grant thought his cock had slid into his sister's hot cunt. Then the second hungry lick swept up his rod and he almost threw Karen from her perch on his stomach. His fingers dug into her swollen tits so that she cried out in pain. He could see the pony's ears above her shoulders, and as they disappeared, the third coarse sweep of the tongue began up the rigid shaft.
Karen had realized what had happened as soon as the animal's nose had slid down over her ass. She knew by her brother's explosive reaction what was happening and she was filled with sheer lust. "Princess is helping," she managed to stammer, "why don't you just relax?" The boy was humping and twisting and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay on.
His face was a twisted mask. "I'm ... I'm coming." His fingers worked madly at her nipples. The mare was now actually becoming more interested in his balls and the very base of his cock and he was terrified in case it should bite. "Oh God yes," he gasped, "I am coming." He pulled on Karen's ripe tit, his mouth open, waiting for the bulging, bloated nipple.
"That's okay," she said, soothingly, "you can come...." She had been about to say he could come a second time, and she would see to that, when the reason for animal's concentrated attention at the base of Grant's cock became apparent. It had found the source of the pungent, appetizing juices it had been enjoying. It slithered three inches of long, hot tongue into the warm well of cunt cum immediately behind the upthrust rod which had been baring the way. Instantly it was lapping, curling an inch of tongue to draw at the delicious liquid, extract it, and then plunge into the waiting abyss with renewed thirst. "Jesus! Oh, man is that something."
Karen collapsed full length on her brother's heaving body. His mouth and tongue on her tit were heavenly, but never in her life had she experienced such utter joy. She spread her legs wide, painfully wide. But any pain there might have been was being gobbled up by the warm, hairy lips of her pony and its fantastic tongue, as it lapped into the twitching cavern so full of rich, creamy cum. Occasionally, after withdrawing, it would lick at the tight, hard rod, recovering any of the valuable liquid which had been lost on the way. When it did, the pulsing shaft would jerk, hitting the soft center of the pony's sensitive nose, and Princess would retreat thoughtfully for a few moments.
When this happened, Karen and Grant would stop breathing, hang on, wait with bodies rigid with impending anticipation. Then suddenly, the long tongue would scrub against Grant's steaming cock as it pushed its way into the moist tunnel for more juice. Then it was three inches of steady, persistent teasing during which Karen could only groan and cry out.
"I'm coming for sure," gasped Grant. "Ohhh...." His cock finally exploded, one glob-the biggest-plopping onto Karen's back. Then the rest ejecting spasmodically to run down his cock and be licked by the excited mare.
Her brother's climax brought another bursting flood of fuck-juice coursing through Karen's vagina. She reached back hurriedly, grasped her thighs, pulling on them, widening her hole, inviting the inflamed pony to lick her more deeply. She was immediately disappointed. Princess inexplicably lost interest, snuffed at the exposed ass and then moved away, shaking her mane and pawing the straw on the stable floor.
With a startled cry, Karen reached for Grant's cock only to find it was but half stiff. She crammed it into her wet, pulsing hole, squirmed and twisted until the limp shaft slipped up inside. Then she worked her hips furiously in an effort to get satisfied. Her orgasm, when it came, reminded her of a wet firecracker exploding, and instead of the loud, exciting bang, there was only a dull, despondent fizzle. She lay down on Grant and listened to her erratic breathing. It was almost unbelievable that she should be thwarted twice in one day. In fact, she couldn't remember when she hadn't thoroughly enjoyed a screwing, although there had been times when some fucking was better than others.
Karen struggled to her knees, slipped on her bra and blouse. Then she stood up and pulled on her briefs and jodhpurs. "Will you give Princess some fresh feed?" she asked Grant who was still lying there, panting.
"Sure," he said. He was still bewildered at what had happened. He watched her open the gate behind the Shetland, her cute ass wiggling as she began to walk the length of the long stable.
At the big doors at the end of the stable, Karen was just about to reach out and open one side, when the door opened and she was confronted by the hired hand she had seen training the jumper in the clearing. She stepped back, startled. "Oh, hi!" she managed to mumble. "You startled me." It was the man whose name she thought was Carl.
He had a cigarette in the comer of his mouth. "I'm sorry ma'am," he said, his eyes roaming over her tits. Her blouse was held closed by one button and he could see the bulging, lacy bra. He made no move to step aside, but studied her with a knowing, almost arrogant smile. "I always figured there was a hell of a lot of studding going around, and it wasn't always just with the horses."
Karen's mind was working like a computer. Quite obviously, the man had seen her and Grant screwing in the pony stall. Her loins filled with lust again as she eyed his trim, sturdy body which she imagined was rock hard from the hard work necessary in constantly handling horses. Her tits, now that he insisted on looking at them quite brazenly, also started to glow with a familiar warmth which always preceded a mounting lust. She decided to play it cool. Associating with the help was not a smart idea, but if the man had caught her, she didn't want the family name thrown around every bar in town. "And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, almost indifferently.
"It means I'm not getting some of it." He flashed a wide grin which showed strong, white teeth.
"Maybe you should try harder."
"How hard would that have to be?"
The bulge in the front of his tight jeans was not only impressive, but growing. "That would depend on you, wouldn't it?" She stared at him with mounting confidence. "After all, I would imagine you're married. You should know how hard things should be." She could tell by the look on his face she had been right in assuming he was married. She was instantly pleased. Married men didn't brag so much about victories, and right now he was looking very good to her.
Her forthright approach had thrown him off base for a moment. "Yes, I'm married," he said, playing for time. He couldn't quite decide whether to throw caution to the wind and suggest they fuck, or whether it was too risky and he might lose his job. This was one of the best places to work in the country, and as delectable as this young teen-ager looked to him right now, he couldn't afford to be fired. He wasn't too sure where her brother was, either. He may have left by the other end of the big building, or he may still be recovering from the screwing. He shrugged his shoulders, and then threw his cigarette out of the door, walked out and ground it into the gravel. He was pleased Karen had made no move to follow him outside, so he came back and stood in front of her. "You know about studding," he said, a wry grin creeping across his face. "Every stallion enjoys a change."
Her lust had been mounting as her eyes had taken him in. "Oh, I didn't say anything about married men not wanting a change," she said, grinning. "We were talking about trying hard, and most married men seem to get enough. I suppose that's why they don't try harder."
He was tired fencing with words. "I could try very, very hard for you," he said softly.
"And again I say, just how hard would that be?" He shook his head in dismay. "What in hell are we talking about?"
"You don't buy a stud without seeing what he's got."
The man almost choked. The little bitch that had given him hot balls more times than he could remember, was actually asking to see his cock. At least that is the only conclusion he could come to. He nodded toward the stairs leading up into the storage lofts. "Come and I'll damn well show you," he snapped, not caring now what happened. His massive hard-on which had started when he saw her out in the clearing, had grown larger when he saw her in the pony stall with her cute bare ass working itself into a fury on her brother. Now it was unbearable and he wondered how his zipper was holding it in at all.
Karen gave him a teasing smile. "I thought you'd never ask," she laughed, climbing the stairs, knowing her tightly clothed ass was moving with just enough sway to make his balls fill with precious semen. She chose a room halfway down the building, giving him more time to watch her move. If there was one thing she was going to make sure of right now, it was having a good hard cock to satisfy her screaming body. She waited until he had closed the door and turned to face her. "Okay," she said, sighing, "let's see what you have to offer."
He gave a choking sound. He had never had a woman act like this before. He had spent hours getting around to feeling a woman's tits, making her want it, finally undressing her enough to get his cock into her. But this young cock teaser was taking over, running things her way, and there was no guarantee she wasn't just putting him on. He stood there hesitating, wondering what he would do if she merely had him show his cock and then flash that childish grin of hers and walk away.
She walked over to stand in front of him. "Afraid you won't measure up?" she asked, softly. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of amusement and lust. Then, unable to contain herself, she quickly unsnapped the button at the top of his jeans, pushed down the stubborn zipper and fumbled briefly until she found the thick, upthrust cock. Then she clasped it tightly in her hand as her other hand reached under to clutch the huge scrotum. The feel of the powerful balls brought a surging warmth coursing through her genitals. She ran her hand back and forth, watching the head bare itself and pulse hungrily as she fondled and crushed at his testicles. "I'm impressed," she said, quietly. Her eyes were aflame with desire. "Very impressed indeed."
The man gulped and then reeled back against the wooden boarding behind him. Her soft, silky hands on his cock were warmly smooth and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. "Christ!" he managed to groan. "Take it easy!"
She looked up into his face. "Can I not play with it?" She made her voice innocent and childish, knowing it was driving him wild. At the same time she didn't want to waste him and find herself with another worn-out cock in her hands. She stopped playing with him, slipped out of her blouse and then unfastened her bra. She could actually hear his breathing as she leaned forward, taking her time to slip the jodhpurs and briefs down, her young, healthy tits hanging, dangling before his wide, lust-inflamed eyes. "Push your clothes down," she said, as she straightened up. "I want you all the way into me." Her hands were back at his cock and balls, massaging them, bringing them up into a blazing heat he had never before experienced.
His hands flew to her fabulous tits. The tits he had hungered for so many times around the farm. The tits that jiggled so provocatively when she rode past him. Their softness was unbelievable and yet they were ripening quickly to his touch. The way her hands manipulated his cock also told him what he had suspected all along. She knew her way around when it came to cocks. He brought his mouth down onto hers, finding her lips and tongue only too anxious to be fully aroused. He moved his hands to her waist and moved her back to where there was a heap of straw in one comer.
She lay down and spread her legs wide. The look in his face was one of incredulity and she grinned up at him. The sight of his strong, big cock brought a welling warmth to her as she realized she was at last about to be satisfied. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, teasing him.
He dropped to his knees between her legs. His eyes were focused on the love-mound with its thin covering of glistening, fair hair. The pouting cuntlips were like folds guarding the entrance to her tunnel and he wanted to lick and lick at them, parting them, lapping into the wetness of the lovely chasm.
She put her hands down to his head. "Another time," she whispered. "I just want that big, beautiful cock inside me." She pulled on his hair, helping him upward over her slim, young body. His hairy chest and hard muscles made her shiver in anticipation. Then at last, the thick cockhead was at the doors to her cunt and she could feel the pulsing power. She stretched her thighs wider and groaned delightedly as he eased the dome-like end into her hot, welcoming cunt. "Very slowly, darling," she whispered, as his hands molded themselves over her upthrust tits. "Every little centimeter," she went on, as if talking in her sleep. "Oh very slowly. Very slowly." She was fighting her own urge to whip her hips to meet his, to suck in his fabulous prick into the very depths of her channel. "Oh God, how beautiful." It was only three inches in and he had more, much more to come. He had coned one tit and was mouthing it, sucking on it. "Oh yes, another tiny inch, darling. Just fuck me very slowly. Very slowly. Promise me, darling."
He was struggling against the fierce urge to thrust his powerful cock right into her. The clasping walls of her canal were driving him crazy and he was trembling and shaking while trying to control himself.
"Promise me, darling."
She was pleading, actually pleading. The boss' teen-ager daughter, the one who had driven him stark raving mad over the past two years, was pleading with him to fuck her. "I promise," he mumbled, his tongue not wishing to stop the lashing of her nipple.
She moved her hands down to cup his hard, rounded buttocks, to control him, to make him fuck at her speed. To pull him wonderfully slowly into the very depths of her eager, hungry hole. The exquisite thickness of his shaft was mind-shattering and his control was sheer delight. Usually men only wanted to hump and hump and hump, but this man knew the fiendish way to fuck. "Oh, darling, just keep on doing this and you're going to be the busiest stud on our farm." She ran her hands between their hot, melting bodies, clasped a good inch of the thick, hot column. "Yes, darling, you have a long way to go even yet, you big, beautiful stud."
He rammed her hand against her own opening, the way she was withholding an inch, was driving him insane. He pressed harder, feeling his gorged shaft shudder and throb inside her encasing sheath. She was unquestionably the best screw he had ever experienced. Even better than he had ever imagined. And her tits. Not big, but perfectly round and undeniably firm and ripe. The nipples were like miniature thumbs, springy and spongy and a delight to nibble. He opened his mouth wide, took in as much of her young, thrusting breast as he could, and then gobbled at it with his mouth,, the nipple in his throat as the girl shivered and moaned in ecstasy.
"Let me feel all of it." She withdrew her hand and waited for his surge. When it came she cried out as the massive prong sank to the hilt. Her cuntlips encased the thick base so that she could feel the huge cock shiver and shudder the length of her twat.
He pulled out, his nerves on the brink of exploding. Then he tried to slip it into her slowly again. But he was too excited, too impatient, too shaken by her obvious enjoyment of the way he was fucking her. He thrust in much more quickly than he had intended, his cockhead spreading open the delicious young passage, making way for the thrilling entrance he had anticipated. Then she was arching herself, her feet rustling in the straw as she spread her legs in a straight line, allowing him to stretch fully up inside her.
The feel of a thick, manly cock was too much for Karen. That and the sputtering orgasms she had experienced all day. Now her big one was smoldering, nurtured by the thick shaft impaling her very guts. She hung there, suffering his sucking of her tit, his steady but determined fucking in her channel. Then, unable to hide her appetite for his screwing any longer, she flung her arms around his hard, tight ass. "Oh, brother! Just fuck and fuck and fuck," she cried, her voice a series of broken sobs as he began his surging, driving lunges into her hot, liquidy cunt. "More, yes, more darling. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a magnificent stud. Magnificent." His fabulously hard prong was reaming in and out, bringing her up into the crescendo her body had been screaming for ah day.
The tremor started in his balls as he crushed them against the moist space below her opening. Then it swept up his pulsing cock, teetered in the head, and as he thrust full length into her, his sperm rocketed into her cervix. "Christ! Oh, God, let me into you," he groaned, although he was already stretching his prick to the very top of her cunt.
The explosion synchronized with hers and she hung on as he settled into screwing her methodically. She released her hold on his buttocks and her hands and arms flailed everywhere. Her feet were thrashing in the straw, raising dust and sending wisps here and there, to shower down on their writhing bodies. How long he kept it up, she had no idea. She just knew the big thick cock was ripping in and out like no other ever had. She rolled her eyes to the top of her head and her mouth hung open as he still snaked his massive organ into her wet, smooth canal. Then slowly, and tenderly he slowed to a standstill so that they were lying there, stretched out, completely exhausted but completely satisfied.
She wrapped her arms around his heaving shoulders. He was lathered in sweat and his chest clung clammily to her tits which were mashed under the weight. "Jesus, what a fucking," she moaned. "What a glorious fucking."
"Holy Mary!" His gulping for air made it too difficult to talk. Her uninhibited screwing had made her the best little fucker he had ever known. Even now her twat was twitching around his still-hard cock. Her young, velvety body was like lying on fur, and her tits which his hands were now covering once more, were something else again. Impulsively he lifted his head and crushed his mouth on hers. "You are some little fuck," he gasped. "What a fucking screw."
She started to scratch the hard, muscled shoulders. "You did try a little harder," she grinned. "In fact, I'd say with a little practice you could be a real stud."
He laid his head between the twin mounds of her tits and gave a grateful groan.
CHAPTER SIX
Karen was feeling considerably better as she walked out of the stable, tucking in her blouse. Her young, shapely breasts were still heaving from the recent roll in the straw. Either the sturdy young farm hand had been particularly well hung and adept at screwing, or else her earlier frustrations had been responsible. Either way, she felt completely satisfied.
She started for the house and then noticed Thompson's Cadillac from which Gini was alighting. A wave of jealous anger swept through her as she recalled the earlier events. She promptly changed direction toward the corral where another farm hand was cooling two stallions by walking them leisurely in a circle beside the fence. He was having his hands full, with a stallion on either side of him, held by the bits, and both animals attempting to bite the other.
Karen kept an eye on the Cadillac while waiting for the man to walk the horses around to where she was standing. "I'll take one," she said, when he eventually came alongside her.
"If you wish, ma'am." His eyes flitted over her body in the usual way as he held the nearest animal, until she had taken the bit. He then waited until Karen was walking ahead of him so that he could watch her ass in the tight breeches.
Gini finally said good-bye and headed for the door to the house. Out of the comer of her eye, Karen could see Thompson looking in her direction, trying to catch her eye. She ignored him, partly because the stallion she was leading started lunging and snuffing at her, kicking up his heels and snorting. Soon it was leaping and she was having problems controlling the big palomino. "Jesus, you're frisky," she snapped.
The man behind her had brought his Arabian to a halt. "There must be something on you," he said.
"What do you mean by that?" asked Karen, suddenly angry because she was having difficulty with the horse, and because a hired hand was criticizing her.
He shrugged his shoulders. "No offense, ma'am," he said, apologetically. "I just meant he smells mare or something on you."
Karen could feel her cheeks redden. "I was just with Princess," she said quickly, her mind working furiously. "I guess that's what it is."
"Ah...." he murmured, nodding his head thoughtfully. "That could be it. She's ready to pop the foal."
For some reason Karen wasn't sure she had convinced him. He appeared to agree with her diagnosis, but his eyes gave the impression he knew much more than he wanted to discuss. She returned his stare for several seconds, and then noticed Thompson had given up and was moving off down the lane. "You were getting along with him better, anyway," she said, referring to the stallion and holding it firmly until the hand could get a firm hold on the bit. "Whatever it is, he wants no part of me."
The man gave a short laugh. His elbow brushed at Karen's breast and she suspected it was done on purpose. She strode to the fence and climbed over. After all, she decided, just about everyone's cum was on her somewhere-Thompson's, Grant's, the other farm hand whose name she thought was Carl, and even the Shetland pony's. No wonder the stallion was getting so hairy. She probably smelled like a whore.
In her room, she waited until Gini came out of the shower and had gone into her own room. She then peeled off her clothes and showered, taking her time and using lots of soap. Her body had been active today. More active than she could remember. She then lay down on her bed, naked. It was hot outside and the shower had been heavenly. She must have dropped off to sleep, because when she came to, Gini was standing in a thin shift, staring down at Karen's nude, shapely body.
"You mad at me?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Why should I be?" The anger or jealousy or whatever it was, floated back into Karen's chest as Gini sat beside her.
"I had the distinct impression you left the cottage in a huff." She put out her hand and covered one upthrust breast, closed her fingers into the succulent softness.
"You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
"Yes, and I thought you did." Her fingers worked at the shapely tit. "Was that the first time you've seen a man enjoying pain?"
The memory of the older man reacting to her whipping by thrusting more eagerly into her sister's hot cunt brought a surging through Karen's veins. Her nipples sprouted as if by magic and a sexual flush began at her abdomen and spread slowly down into her loins.
"It works beautifully on a stallion, you know." Gini brought her other hand onto her sister's flat tummy, watched it twitch as she spread her fingertips, digging them lightly into the firm stomach muscles. "I could have had him ready for you in a matter of minutes," she went on, keeping her voice soft and dreamy as her hands worked expertly over the sensitive, shivering skin. "In England I've seen it done quite often, and it is very effective with older men, for some reason. They respond quickly and if you concentrate the second time on the high side of the buttocks, at the base of the spine it makes their cocks very strong and desirable." She ran her hand over the younger girl's love-mound, through the thin crop of wispy blonde hair, as she talked. Then, just as she mentioned the word cock, her middle finger sank into the pulpy opening of Karen's throbbing slit.
"No ... no, I've never seen it done before," stammered Karen. She spread her thighs slightly, allowing Gini to nuzzle her fist against her cuntlips.
"Well, you saw how he reacted. The wild eyes, the attempts to get deeper." She parted Karen's opening, running a finger around the pulsing rim. "Typically like a stallion in good heat."
"Y-y-yes," mumbled Karen, her body now blazing.
"They just cannot get enough of it into you." The firm young breast was fantastically swollen and the young, vibrant nipple popped between Gini's fingers. She caught it and held it tightly for a few seconds, and then resumed the massaging of the shapely, peaked tit. "And if they are eating you as they are strapped, that is really something."
"You ... you've actually had that?" There was a catch in Karen's throat as she tried to visualize a man chewing at her sister's lovely cunt while he was being whipped. Again she thought of Thompson responding to the smarting of the quirt. She spread her legs wider, giving Gini the necessary room.
"Yes, and the first time I'd ever been mouthed. You can imagine what I went through." Her eyes had widened and were flecked with excitement. She hooked her finger and found Karen's little clit. "It all started so innocently, too. The usual tit-sucking j and then the working down, over the mound. Then his mouth actually on my cunt. Jesus! I thought I would go off my rocker. I'd heard about it, but the feel of his lips on my twatlips! I was teetering on the brink of complete insanity, and then my roommate, Della-you've heard me talk about her-she started just slapping him, really. The next thing his tongue was right into me and his finger was up my ass, well up, too, I can tell you." She was fluttering her finger at the startled little prong in Karen's luscious cunt. She hesitated for effect, feeling her sister shiver and then violently shudder.
"What happened then?" asked Karen. She was trembling all over. But Gini was in no hurry to continue. She lowered her face and planted a stinging kiss on the underside of Karen's upthrust tit. Then topped it with one on the blossomed nipple. "Oh God!" cried Karen, her hands flying to Gini's out-thrust tit, poking through the thin shift.
"Well, then I heard the crack. I mean, she must have really laid it onto him. Frankly, I thought there had been an earthquake or something. I mean, his tongue was something for the first time. That and the finger wiggling high in my ass. But then he actually got into me. His nose, his mouth, his teeth and God only knows where his tongue was. I was screaming and clutching at his hair and at my tits. I actually went mental, and I know that now, but there I was, spreading my legs so goddamned wide my feet were in line with my shoulders. He was eating everything in there and Della was whacking away, leaving red stripes across his ass, but all he was interested in was sucking me dry."
"That must have been something." Karen's hips were lifting and jerking in time to the finger flicking her clit.
Gini moved down over the vibrant young body, keeping her hands working as if nothing was happening. She planted a kiss in the wispy, silky pubic hair. Then she slowly and deliberately moved her mouth to the pulsing opening and licked into it, alongside her finger. Karen responded with an enormous convulsion and it was all Gini could do to hold the girl in place. She gave up on the tit, spread her hands on either side of the twitching, pulsing opening. Then she moved her open mouth against the tender, delighted membranes just inside. She gently sucked up the hot oils which were flooding out of the opening.
Karen's arms were flailing about her. Her long blonde hair was messed across her face and shoulders.
Gini moved into the best position and reinserted her mouth as she spread the pulsing cunt wide with her fingers. Then she deliberately inserted her nose bridge into the high peak of the lovely slit before bringing her wandering, searching tongue into play. Quietly and thoroughly she sucked and licked at the shimmering, flooding pinkness, the salty brine astonishingly hot and titillating to her taste.
Karen's hands flew to her tits, clutching and squeezing them wildly. Her head was flying from side to side and then her eyes settled on her tit. It was naturally curved and sloping, topped by the walnut-like nipple which looked as if it could be plucked. She raised her head, cupped the cone and brought it up to her mouth. A moment later she was sucking on it as her hands worked and kneaded at the succulent flesh. Then impulsively she closed her thighs tightly around Gini's face as the explosion ripped through her, her body a twisting writhing mass of beautiful young womanflesh.
It was three nights later that Princess Patsy decided to give up her foal. Karen was awakened by her mother. It was a little after four o'clock in the morning.
"Princess is having her baby," said Connie. "I thought you might like to be there."
The hot spell had continued and Karen was sleeping in just a shortie nightie. She quickly slipped a shift over her nightie, then found a pair of shoes. "Is Daddy over there?" she asked as her mother started back to her bedroom.
"Yes. He went about an hour ago."
Karen ran out of the house, past the corral and into the stable. The stall at the far end where the Shetland was kept, was lighted and she arrived breathless at the little gate.
Her father looked up. "You've got yourself a fine young stallion," he said.
Karen opened the gate. "Really?" she excitedly cried. Then, for the first time, she realized one of the farm hands was there. Another quick glance and she recognized the one who had screwed her. He had just carried the foal to where the mother could lick it clean as both animals lay on their sides. Karen had never paid any attention to how the farm was run, and the sight of the man startled her. She pulled her shift gown tighter with her hand to her breasts.
Just then he turned to look at her. "I wouldn't come in ma'am," he said pleasantly enough, "until I have a chance to clean up the stall."
Karen was studying the little animal which was fantastically small. It appeared even smaller than Sam, the black Labrador. "He's beautiful!" she said. "He's so small and spindly."
"He has good markings, and he seems healthy," said her father, stretching himself and yawning. "Well, I think I'll go back to bed. You can handle everything, Carl, can't you?"
"Yes sir. I'll clean everything up."
Karen looked at him. So his name was Carl after all. He was a handsome brute in a rough, earthy sort of way.
"Are you coming, Karen?" Her father had started to go.
"No, I want to see him for a minute," she said, aware that Carl's eyes were raking her bare legs and thighs below the short gowns she was wearing. Then, as her father moved down the stables, she said, "Was it hard?"
Carl broke into a wide grin and she immediately realized what she had said, and the special connotation it had for them.
"I mean the birth," she said, pointedly. She had no intention of being any closer to a hired hand than the owner's daughter. Except this one could be a useful stud, if she could keep him in place. In fact, he could be a lot of fun. Fun which never quite came out in the open, but which could be interesting.
"It's always hard," he grinned. But then, just a little more seriously, he added, "I think it was normal." He squatted and patted the mare's rump with obvious affection.
Karen had moved around to the animals' heads. She squatted and talked to the mare, rubbing her nose while Princess snorted in response. It was several minutes before Karen realized that the way she was crouching, Carl could probably see her cunt. She closed her thighs quickly, but not before his face twisted into a knowing grin. She said, "You don't miss a trick, do you?"
"Not when it comes to you," he said, softly. "You are the most beautiful piece of ass I have ever seen."
She knew she should rebuke him, put him in his place. But something about the way he said it, made her realize he was completely sincere. There was not the vestige of a smile on his face, and his eyes, if anything, were dull and almost sad. She was stuck for words. She just stared at him while she continued rubbing her hand over the mare's nose.
He got to his feet. "Would you be staying a few minutes, ma'am?" he asked, his expression now one of complete respect.
"If you want me to."
"I'll get fresh bedding and then clean up the stall. It's not wise to leave them alone for an hour or two. Sometimes the mare, for some reason, gets nasty with the foal."
"You go ahead. I just want to look at him."
The hand brought fresh bedding and stacked it outside. The foal had been trying to get onto its spindly legs, but each time collapsed, usually onto the mother. Karen had been trying to soothe the mare and at the same time hold the frisky young foal. The next time Carl appeared, she was holding the foal in her arms and trying to stay free of its flying feet. "Why does he keep trying to stand?" she asked, frustrated.
The man laughed. "He has a lot of living to do, and he wants to get started." He came into the stall and between them they made the foal lie down. Then Carl started cleaning out the bedding of straw which was covered with afterbirth. He soon had fresh straw thickly strewn all over the stall. "You better get your beauty sleep, ma'am," he said. "I'm on until seven."
Karen looked at him, surprised. "Is there always someone on until seven. I mean, someone all night?"
"Of course. Lot of valuable horses around here.
I would say your father is wise having someone around. Fire, or just an animal frightened. Could be anything." He looked down the length of the stable. "Must be close to quarter of a million dollars' worth right in this building."
Karen was startled. She had just never thought about such things. Now she stroked the baby foal, nestled against the mother. "Fifty bucks more after tonight," she grinned.
"More than that. He's a thoroughbred."
"I was only kidding." She laughed openly, happily, aware of the strange warmth growing between her and this man who had fucked her so thoroughly. She briefly wondered if it had been so good because he actually liked her, found her appealing. She got to her feet, brushing the long hair from her shoulders so that it hung in a sheath down her back. "Well, thank you for your work tonight. I appreciate what you have done for my pony, believe me."
He made a gesture with his hands. Then, almost in an embarrassed way, he looked" at her seriously, but not leeringly as he had the other times. "I want-to thank you for-well-you know. The other day.
I ... I guess I acted sort of like an animal, but I was sort of ... well, skittish and excited."
For some reason Karen found herself trembling. She moved to the gate and opened it. Then she turned, noted how his eyes settled for a moment on her tits, thrust against the thin fabric of the gowns. "I thought you were very good," she said. Then she turned and walked the length of the stable into the dawn which was breaking through the high windows on either side.
Carl Strange watched the silhouette in white and the swaying of her hips and ass. Whatever else he had done tonight, he had the feeling he had accomplished something in the relationship between him and the boss' beautiful, young daughter. Not that he expected, or even wanted to fuck and fuck her all the time. She was too special for that. But if, just once in a long while, she would willingly, wantonly let him sink his thick cock into the very top of her magnificently tight young cunt, he would be the happiest man in the county-nay-in the entire state. He scratched at his cock which was hard and arched. Then he pulled a box into the stall and sat down to watch the foal which had just discovered it was hungry.
It was another four weeks before Karen saw Gordon Thompson. He was riding a mare along where the two properties joined and she was exercising a pinto pony. The pony was a stallion, as were most of the horses at Bramblelea. The horse became restless and impatient as Karen brought it to a halt on her side of the fence.
"Where have you been hiding?" asked Thompson. "I was thinking of driving over to see you. I hear you have a new Shetland stallion." Karen nodded her head. "He's a beauty. You should see him."
"I wanted to see you about riding one of my mounts in the horse show this year." His eyes were taking in her body which was beautifully displayed in a miniskirt and white polo-necked sweater. She had started wearing things like these alternately with her jodhpurs and blouses, ever since her relationship with Carl had grown warmer. Now, sitting in the saddle, her thighs were completely bared. They were a golden brown from the sun and the wind, and in stark contrast to the slim white band of her bikini-style briefs which encased her cunt.
"Me?" she asked, incredulously. "Why didn't you ask Gini?"
"Well ... er ... I know your riding abilities." Karen laughed. "The last time I saw you and Gini together, you were riding her fine."
For a moment he looked angry. "Now are you still annoyed over that?"
"Of course not. The choice was yours. I can't win them all." She straightened herself in the saddle as the pinto moved restlessly, his nose poked through the fence toward the mare.
"You haven't been back, though, have you?"
"I was never invited. I decided you and Gini were mating satisfactorily. Unless, of course, you wanted the whip."
His face colored, but the look in his eyes was unmistakable. It was obvious he had enjoyed it, and the memory lingered on.
"I'm still fascinated by you wanting me to ride for you in the show," Karen said, saving him the embarrassment of answering about the whip.
"We just don't have anyone good enough. You know as well as I do, you are probably the best in the county-particularly for show purposes, and on a jumper too. This year I'm entering Kuwait Warrior, the Arabian, to see what he can do. Your father told me you were not entering competitively from Bramblelea this year, so I immediately thought you might oblige."
"Your wife teaches riding, jumping, dressage-everything. She has a big riding class. Doesn't she have someone in a class who would want the task?"
"No, she hasn't anyone ready. Kuwait is quite a handful."
"And your wife?"
He shook his head. "She doesn't do well in shows."
Karen gave him a whimsical smile. "You have quite a problem. You have a wife who runs a riding school, but who can't ride, jump or show. Besides all that she's married to you and doesn't fuck." She shrugged her shoulders so that her tits which were braless, bobbed teasingly before his eyes. "You are in one hell of a predicament."
His face finally twisted into a wide grin. "See, I need you badly for everything. How about cutting through the clearing and joining me at the cottage?"
"Are you hard?" she asked. She hadn't had a piece of ass since the day in the stable with Carl. Now she watched the sexual flush creep into the older man's face at her question. One of the most exciting things about sex with older men was shocking them with talk beforehand. It added immeasurably to their excitement, which in turn made Karen wantonly whorish and ready to do anything as her own wave of arousal coursed through her loins. "I mean, really hard?"
"God! Why don't you come and find out?"
"Not if you just want to be sucked."
Thompson made a choking sound. The memory of her sucking him that first time swept into his brain. "I ... I ... I don't care," he stammered. "You can do anything you want."
She thought about it. "Okay. I'll see you there." At the cottage, she tied the pinto some distance away from the mare. The pony's penis was already extended about three pink inches, the massive head bared. Karen wondered if that was what had made Thompson so horny.
In the cottage he had poured drinks and he handed one to Karen. He then put one hand on her waist and faced her. "Your sister isn't anything like you," he said, brushing her cheek with his lips. "She's good but not that good."
"That's because I'm jail bait."
He gulped. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I didn't rape you the last time. It just happened."
Karen gulped half her drink while he was talking. "Well, I don't know," she said in mock seriousness. "I wanted to play with your cock that day, and you seemed agreeable. I suppose we were both excited after watching the Sheik studding. But then you got so excited and everything." She ran her free hand over the bulge in the front of his jodhpurs. His cock was rigid, like a steel pole. "Lots of girls my age like to play with cocks," she said, her eyes wide and innocent. "I thought maybe that was why you got so excited, knowing you shouldn't stick it into me and everything." Her hand found the zipper and she pushed it down. She explored inside the hard cloth of the jodhpurs, then slowly clasped his thick shaft and pulled it out. Still keeping her babyish eyes on his, she said, "I can suck it a little, can't I?"
He finished his drink in one swallow, while Karen slowly drank hers. Her hand was working on his burning rod, sending shocking streaks of static coursing through his balls. When she at last finished her drink, he grabbed the glass and put it on the bureau beside his.
"Let's take everything off," she suggested as she caught the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head. The firm, conical tits jiggled happily as she unfastened her skirt and it dropped to the floor. Her briefs were a wispy piece of nylon and she hesitated, her fingers in the elastic top. "Maybe I should leave these on," she said softly, keeping her voice serious. "They'll remind you...." She left the sentence unfinished, but the wildness in his eyes almost made her burst out laughing.
Thompson stood there shaking. He was well built for a man of forty, the constant horse-riding kept his body muscled and in good shape. His powerful thighs, strong from clutching at the saddle, emphasized his massive, upthrust cock as he stood staring at the beautiful young blonde teen-ager.
She pointed to the bed and he quickly complied, stretching out along the middle. His eyes focused on the shapely girl as she approached, a sly smile creasing the comers of her mouth. "You have a big cock," she said, her eyes suddenly streaked with lust. Then her hands were on it, holding it up straight, as she climbed up beside him, bending over him, her conical tits hanging with their nipples brazenly blossomed, so that he immediately caught one in his hand and started squeezing it.
He watched her, his eyes wide and filled with fright. Her hands and fingers were everywhere, sending currents up and down his cock which was a deep red and straining under the unbearable teasing. The teen-ager's eyes were lustfully staring at the bared head, her tongue flicking across her lips, her long blonde hair cascading down from either side of her head, tickling his thighs, some even tangled in her fingers.
Her head went down and he clenched his fists. A moment later her tongue was in the crease where thigh meets torso, the tip briefly touching his balls before careening upward to halt at the base of his shaft. There she stabbed at it, making the enormous cock jerk as fire swept up and down the huge stem, bringing the first trickling oozings from the head to dribble slowly down into the fingers of her clutching hand.
Thompson gave his first passionate groan. Her nose kept nudging the upthrust rod, and then she was stroking it upward as her fingers dropped to the base, baring the throbbing shaft as more droplets popped out of the pulsing hole on top.
"He is hard," she murmured. Her hot tongue flicked out like lightning, teasing the taut ridge around the head. It gave a spasmodic jerking motion for several seconds and Karen watched it, fascinated. "Excited, too."
Thompson reached with his other hand to catch the other hanging breast. He milked at them furiously, his eyes roaming over her slim, young body and the way it was folded with the tight little buttocks arched, tapering in to the golden thighs. Her panties did nothing to diminish his lust and he released one tit to furiously push the sheer briefs over the silky smooth ass, down her thighs to where her knees pressed into the mattress. The next minute he had run his hand up into the moist heat of her cunt and she gratefully parted her thighs so that he inserted two fingers into the boiling oil in her chasm.
His reaction had made her violently excited. She still had a desire to hurt him for what he had done that day with Gini. It was an urge to make him do something he didn't want to do. Quickly, she dropped her mouth over the reddish-pink knob, grating her teeth gently under the ridge before starting a steady, determined sucking.
Thompson was taken by surprise. He had expected foreplay with her mouth of course, but not a furious, unprovoked attack on his cock. His hands flew to her hair, grabbing at it, pulling on it painfully, but nothing he did would stop the wicked sucking. "No, no," he managed to gasp. "You'll make me come." He pulled more tightly on her hair, trying to draw her face away. "Please Karen, Karen. No, I'll have to come."
She clutched his torrid balls in one hand, making sure she avoided the sperm cord. Instead, she warmed and squeezed the taut, hard testicles in an attempt to make him explode. Her tongue licked and lapped at the cockhead, urging it on to ejaculate, but all it would do was throb more vigorously as Thompson fought to stifle the impending flood.
"God! Let me fuck you," he pleaded. He twisted his hips in an attempt to get from under the amazingly strong young body. But instead, all he did was drive her mouth deeper around his jerking shaft.
Any desire Karen had nursed to have him fuck her now died. It was a straight physical fight between two people, and few had more determination than the girl now with the upper hand. She sucked deeply, the swollen head now so big it was all she could do to contain it in her mouth. But now she was rewarded with the first glorious signs of victory as the rearing shaft shuddered and then shuddered again.
"No, Karen darling. Please. I don't want...."
But she wasn't interested in what he didn't want. Or maybe she was. All the pent-up frustrations after his affair with Gini swelled into her excited tits. She wished he would milk them again, but he had completely lost control. She knew now he didn't want the embarrassment of coming in her mouth, but she wanted him embarrassed. She wanted him humiliated. Her mouth was now a churning whirlpool of suction power. The thick-ribbed muscles up the length of his pulsing cock were alive and fantastically fascinating as her tongue slid up and down in a gliding movement that would break his will power. Yes, she knew he was coming, and he knew he was coming. The only difference now was that she wanted him to come, to spurt his precious juices into her, in the wrong place. He knew he was coming, and when he did he would feel he had violated her. She slowed her sucking but made it deeper.
He let go of her hair and tried to push at her body. "Oh God no," he groaned. His fingers on the young, velvety flesh only made him feel worse. He remembered how she had warned him she was jail bait. And this was even worse than fucking her. He tried to sit up, finally did, only to realize her magnificent body looked even more delectable from this vantage point. Her head was bobbing with the beautiful blonde hair flying in every direction. The swinging tits-her luscious, sloping cones topped with the thumb-like bullets which were her nipples-looked so fine. "No, darling. Karen. Stop ... stop ... Jesus! But I...."
She clutched his scrotum tightly and pressed down, readying his juices for the explosion up the shaft. His pleading and his frustration were delighting her. Now all that remained was the supreme degradation, the complete disgusting humiliation. She took a firmer grip at the base, her thumb and forefinger in a tight circle, every scrap of skin gathered and taut. Now she must try something she had never done before. It had to work, although it was something she had only read about.
She gave her last deep suck and felt the quiver in his balls. Then she slowly began the descent down the shuddering, straining shaft, sucking in what air she could, her tongue slowly gliding up and down over the rippling little muscles, her lips closing and sliding around his cock.
"God! Oh please don't do that." Her head wasn't bobbing, but just dropping. Dropping further than before.
And then the pulsing, rearing cockhead was in her warm, welcoming throat. In an astonishing way her throat was taking over, sucking at the intruding knob, encouraging it, inviting it.
He flung himself back on the bed and let it go. He closed his eyes and let the cum go again. She was mashing his balls wanting more. He let it go again. And again. And again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen named the pony Prince Kerry. It was duly registered and the registration number tattooed on the animal's Up. And from the day it was born, Kerry became the idol of Karen who gave it all the maternal affection due a son. To some extent, Carl Strange, too, was attracted to the Shetland so that it soon was given more attention than any other horse had ever enjoyed at Bramblelea.
The pony was allowed to be free from the start, and it would follow Karen no matter what she was doing. If she was exercising another stallion, it followed along. If she was grooming another horse, Kerry stood idly by. And if Karen wasn't anywhere to be found, the pony would search for Carl and follow the same routine with him.
To this development, there was only one dissenter-Johnny Foster. As the owner of a farm such as Bramblelea, there was a distinct difference between a pet horse and a profitable horse. The Shetland pony would be a profitable addition to a stud farm, and although there was little call for Shetland studs, it had been his intention to have the new pony available for studding and to round out his stable of stallions. However, he avoided having an altercation with Karen, who so obviously loved the new pony. He didn't feel it was worth it, and he was proud of his daughters in so many ways. He did, however, eventually notice the way the young pony took to Carl.
The affection between the pony and the hired hand could not have been because Strange happened to be at the foaling. The man had been at dozens of births before, Johnny reasoned, and in any event, animals returned affection and respect from training. It was while he was pondering the situation that he realized Strange was probably the
.best man he had on the farm. Johnny took time out to look up the man's records, his salary and other details. The information gave him some concern. The man was a willing and capable worker, and there were dozens of horse farms in the area constantly looking for good men. He decided it was time to have a talk to Strange and he made a mental note to call the man when he saw him next.
The following day was a strange one for Carl Strange. In the first place, it should have been a miserable one. It was the day he worked from seven until three, and then returned at nine for the night shift until seven, a grueling stretch for a man like him who found it impossible to catnap before going on at nine.
He arrived at the stables at seven, and with the other two hands started the chores for the day. He had fallen into the habit of leaving the two Shetlands until last, because if Karen hadn't anything special to do, she invariably wandered in and groomed the mother and son herself. Karen had always been good about pitching in and working, whereas the older daughter had always been opposite, demanding and a little arrogant. In fact, Gini had been told to fuck off more times than any other woman Carl knew of-but, of course, the men never allowed her to hear the suggestion.
This morning, shortly after eight-thirty, Karen ambled into the stable. She nodded her head or spoke to each of the men she passed, including Carl. She had always made a point of treating him no different from the others, which was difficult now that Kerry was so obviously drawn to him. Again she was wearing the miniest of skirts and a new yellow polo sweater, knowing full well how her dress improved the men's morale.
It had been six weeks since Carl had screwed her, and he stopped grooming the palomino long enough to watch her walk the length of the stable. He still stood there when she reached the gate of. the stall containing the Shetlands and looked back briefly to confirm what she had suspected. All three men had taken time out to watch her grand entrance. Carl gave a silent groan and rubbed at the bulge in his jeans.
Later, when she was walking the Shetland mare through the stable, the young pony tagging along behind, she stopped at the stall where Carl was working. Except for the ridiculous affair with Thompson, which had given her a weak orgasm but a lot of satisfaction, Karen hadn't had a piece of tail since her bout with Carl. Over the past two weeks her cunt had twitched hopefully every time she saw him, but she had complimented herself on her abstinence. Now as she watched him straighten up, the familiar glow in her tits returned as his eyes raked her sweater.
"Ma'am?" he asked, almost hopefully.
"You noticed the three-year-old Arabian, I suppose?" She pointed in the direction of another stall.
"Yes. One of Thompson's, isn't it?"
"That's right. I'm going to jump him in the horse show next month."
He raised his eyebrows. "You are?"
"Yes. We're not entering this year, and the Thompsons asked me if I would ride Kuwait." She had almost said Mr. Thompson, but had fortunately changed her mind. "I told them I would only if I had him for myself for the month.
He's a bit raunchy, and I didn't want a bunch of dudes at the riding school interfering with what I wanted to teach him."
Carl gave a short laugh. "I don't blame you."
"What I thought was that you might sometime-when you have a spare minute-like to ride him. Just around here. You could give him control. The jumps are too far away, and I wouldn't expect you to take the time." The jumps were in a clearing almost two miles from the main buildings.
Strange was obviously flattered. "I'd love to. That means the instructions on the chart exclude me." He was referring to a chart at the end of the stable where records of each horse were kept on a clipboard. In this case, Karen had noted the horse was not to be ridden.
"That's right," she said, smiling. "Just you and I." She started to move away as her father came in toward them. He patted the mare on the rump, noticing Strange for the first time.
"Strange, when you take your break, drop over to the office. I want to see you."
"Yes, sir." Carl glanced at Karen, but she was already heading toward the door. Then when he looked back at Mr. Foster, the man was bending down to look at the palomino's foot before moving on down the stable. Carl shook his head in dismay. First the daughter made him feel like a million, and now he had two hours to wait for whatever it was the boss wanted to say to him. He had only been called to the office once before, when a horse had died and they had been trying to determine the blame. A wave of anxiety replaced the sexual urge he had enjoyed while talking to Karen, and then he went about finishing off the palomino. He studied its foot and fetlock, but found nothing wrong with them.
Carl ambled into the little office to one side of the main farm house. He was apprehensive about the interview and couldn't for the life of him think what it could be about. He had an underlying fear that it may have to do with him fucking Karen, in which case everything was lost. He wouldn't even be able to get a job anywhere else. Yet, she had acted perfectly normal this morning, and it wasn't very likely the boss would know anything about the affair without Karen knowing he knew. He gave up, knocked on the door, and walked in.
"Oh, sit down, Strange."
Carl was relieved at the tone.
"I notice the pony is turning into a pet," said Johnny, startling the farm hand. The last thing he had expected to be brought up was Kerry, which he considered Karen's property. "I mean, I know my daughter has all but ruined it, but it takes to you, too. Why is that?"
If Carl was startled before, he was stunned now. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really know, except I'm the one who looks after him if your daughter is busy. As a matter-of-fact, I usually leave the mother and the youngster to the end, and if she isn't around-I mean, your daughter-then I go ahead and do them."
"Well, of course, she's started him off that way. I suppose it will take to anyone." He offered Carl a cigarette, surprising the man again. When they had lighted them, Foster went on. "Anyway, that is not what I called you in for. I was going over my records and I've decided to raise you by a hundred and fifty a month."
Carl dropped his cigarette. When he had recovered it, he was too stunned to speak for a few moments. "A raise of a hundred and fifty," he managed to stammer. "That's pretty generous of you, sir."
Johnny laughed at the expression on the man's face. "Well, you're a willing and capable man around a place like this. Let's just say I'm making sure someone else doesn't steal you."
"Well, thanks sir. Thanks a lot." If this wasn't the queerest day Carl had ever experienced, it was close to it. He was obviously suspected of being too affectionate to a pony, yet was willing and capable. He had had the joy of fucking the boss' daughter, and he hoped he could do it again. And just as he started to wonder if his relationship with Karen was cooling off, she wanted him to help her train a jumper. Christ! Everything was topsy-turvy. He stood up to go. As he did so, his boss did the same thing.
"One thing more, and I want you to keep this under your hat. There is a possibility we may merge with the Thompson estate. Our accountants are looking into it. It could be a tax-deal sort of thing." Foster stubbed out his cigarette before going on. "I'm telling you this because rumors get around and you might start thinking of problems that don't exist. By and large, the operation would remain the same. They have trainers, the thoroughbreds for racing, and of course the riding school thing. My oldest daughter may go with the riding school, but otherwise we'd be what we are now, a stud farm."
"I see. In other words. I needn't worry about my job."
"Exactly. We won't be moving men around because there would no point to it. The men Thompson has are no good to me and you fellas out there would be no good to him."
Carl sighed with relief. "That's fine, sir. I'll keep quiet about it, but thanks for letting me in on it. I would have been concerned."
Foster watched him walk away, pleased at what he had done. Then he remembered the pony again, and the way Karen had been talking to the man when he had entered the stable this morning. Just then Connie came in with a cup of coffee and she followed his gaze.
"Quite a stud," she laughed. "What were you seeing him about?"
"I gave him a raise," he grinned, "but now I'm wondering if he's been getting into my daughter."
"Gini?"
"No, Karen. She and him and that blasted Shetland seem to have something going for them."
"Not all three together, I hope."
Johnny raised his cup of coffee to his lips. "I don't think he'd go for anything like that. But that Karen! I wouldn't put anything past her."
Connie had another look at the retreating figure. "He looks very capable," she said, thoughtfully. "Slim hips, strong thighs. Probably a real capable stud."
He put his arm around Connie and cupped her full, ripe breast. "Okay, okay," he said, kissing her behind the ear. "Anyone would think you didn't get enough, to hear you talk like that."
She twisted out of his hold. "Who said I did?" she asked coyly as she ran through the door.
But if Johnny had hopes of Karen treating the new pony as anything other than something to be loved, he should have been present in the stable after supper. There he would have soon realized how hopeless were his expectations.
After supper, Karen wandered into the silent stables where only the horses shuffled their feet, and gave the occasional snort. Prince Kerry was alone in a stall for the first time as it was time for it to be weaned. It was restless, as Karen had thought it might be, and in order to take its mind away from loneliness, she had decided she might try to get it used to a bridle. Her intentions, when she entered the stall, were good. But her affection and the animal's need for company were too much. The pony stood as she approached with the bridle in her hands. It was a training bridle, with no bit, but merely a leather framework which could be slipped over the nose and head.
The nose and brow bands slipped easily into place and she had pushed the crown band over its ears, when Kerry suddenly ran his velvety nose up the length of Karen's thighs, taking her completely by surprise.
She leapt back, startled. "Oh, you naughty boy," she smiled, as she recovered. "You shouldn't be doing things like that." She stood and stared at the animal as a fire burst through her loins. Hesitantly, she moved toward the pony, her breathing quickening as she reached for the unfastened crown band atop the animal's head.
Karen had to wait for what seemed like an eternity. But then slowly, and fiendishly teasing, her pony ran his smooth, fur-like nose up over the golden-tanned thighs to nuzzle under the miniskirt. His nostrils snuggled warmly against the tight nylon of her panties. She closed her eyes and gave a silent groan. She flung her head back, her eyes glazed as her body was racked with lust. The burning which had started in her cunt was now sweeping through her tits and she tucked her fingers under the straps behind the pony's ears, clenching her fists tightly as shudder after shudder went sweeping through her body.
For almost ten minutes she allowed the baby horse to nose her cunt. Then slowly, hopefully, she allowed her knees and thighs to sag, giving the eager animal at least a better opportunity to lick at the bulging lips of her opening.
When it did, she could not stifle the groan. She allowed it to escape through her lips as Kerry smelled the first faint whiff of her juices, snuffing loudly and lifting his nose against the very mound of her snugly covered opening.
The pony then nudged harder against her, forcing Karen to stagger back. She did so willingly until her shoulders were against the boards of the stall. Then she opened her thighs again and clung tightly to the bridle straps. "Yes, darling," she whispered, "you want me right back. That's better, darling." The pony gave her the first stunning lick. "Oh God, yes, darling." Even through the nylon crotch, the heat of the tongue was immense. The second one made her tremble uncontrollably. She waited for the third with bated breath, and then gasped when it came.
The pony's saliva bathed her cunt, warming it, washing it, bringing out the delicious aroma the animal had first scented. It licked tentatively, almost thoughtfully for several minutes, while Karen clenched her teeth. Then, as it became more interested, it lengthened the strokes, surprising and delighting the young girl.
"Good grief! That's beautiful, darling." She spread her thighs wider, half crouching, and was rewarded by a sweeping long lick which actually started near her asshole. "Oh boy! My boy, my man. Your tongue is sensational-and sooo long." She brought her head down onto the pony's forehead, resting it there as the fire in her cunt started to rage. A welling love, motherly and yet passionate swept through her for the small animal. Again, the long, slim tongue darted quickly between the outstretched thighs, along her cuntlips and up to where her asshole shivered and puckered delightfully. Then, almost lovingly, Kerry licked and washed the sensitive area all the way back to her love-mound. "Oh God, darling. I can't take too much of that."
As if it understood, the pony slowed the timing as if to please his mistress. With infinite care, he lavished the fullness of his young, avid tongue along the beautiful channel.
"Oh, you're my man," moaned Karen. It made a lapping, lashing sound as it centered more and more on the pulsing, puckering hole. "Jesus, darling, you'll have me coming soon." The pony had now curled its tongue into a hard point and was boring steadily at the cloth-covered hole. Bursting streaks of ecstasy swept through Karen and she wasn't sure she could hang on much longer. The orgasm readying itself was a mountainous wave, smoldering like a volcano and ready to boil over at any moment. "My baby, my baby," she groaned, "you're killing mommy, just killing mommy." She pulled at the bridle strap, attempting to pull the head away. A few minutes respite and then she could enjoy some more licking, some more of the fantastic attention Kerry was delivering to her cunt. She thrust forward so that her love-mound ground against the animal's soft nose. Again she tugged, but the Shetland had no intention of leaving the oasis of lovely fuck-juice. "Oh darling. My darling. Just a minute, please! A few minutes' rest ... Please...." Karen gave an exasperated groan. It was impossible to pull the determined head away. "Wait and you can have more ... much more."
Karen straightened up, used both hands to force the pony's face away. Every nerve in the young girl's body was on edge, her orgasm teetered on the brink of eruption. Her mind briefly flashed to Carl. This was the way her hole had itched while waiting for his thick prong. She wished he was here right now to make her thrash in the straw. She stared at the doleful eyes of Kerry as she continued to keep him at bay. He was soberly licking at his chops, obviously wanting his tongue back to lap at the pool of delicious cuntjuice. Karen caught her breath. She was trying to delay the inevitable. She had once heard of a girl at school who had insisted that her dog licked her all the time. Karen gave a short laugh. At the time she had been disgusted.
Now she could hardly wait. And with a pony no less.
The Shetland was already moving forward as Karen quickly moved one hand. She had to be fast because she couldn't hold the pony back with one hand. Her fingers flew under the miniskirt, grappled with her panties and then, taking a chance, she used both hands to push them down to her knees where they finally fell to her feet.
Even so, the first full lick surprised her. The huge flat-ended nose, so exquisitely soft and almost furry, rested squarely on her pubic hair. The lashing tongue darted through her fabulously soft thighs. Karen thought for a moment she would faint. She was standing with her back flat against the wall, purposely keeping her knees and thighs together in order to slow the animal down.
But the animal was more determined than ever, and its efforts were too fantastically exciting to Karen who could only hang onto the straps again. Then, unable to control herself, she slowly relaxed. "Yes darling," she moaned softly, spreading her knees which in turn parted her thighs. "You must have my cunt, mustn't you. Yes, my boy must have his mommy." The pony snorted appreciatively, and stuck two inches of firm tongue into the hot, wet slit. "Oh God! God yes, but you're a tease." The animal had lapped inside the immediate opening, drying it out, and was now licking teasingly around the lips.
Karen panted desperately for air. The sensation caused by the licking tongue was out of this world and her tits felt as if they would burst. She hastily unbuttoned her blouse and waited as a flood of passion swept through her as Kerry surprised her with another two inches of tongue. Then she quickly flipped her bra over her tits. Her hand remained there to lift and caress one silky soft cone, giving her some relief.
The pony was delighted to find a fresh supply of juice had nearly filled the channel. It licked again so that Karen's body jerked convulsively. Her shoulders, where they touched the hard boards, were hurting, but she had no intention of moving just for that. Her pony was too wonderful for her to let a little thing like that bother her. She straightened her legs and spread her feet wider.
He reamed out the oily chasm for several minutes. Each time he thrust in, Karen would gasp excitedly. An orgasm unexpectedly burst upon her and it was all she could do to stand there, shuddering, as Kerry went crazy licking and lapping at the flowing stream between the beautiful thighs. Twice he licked quickly down her thighs, refusing to waste any of this new and appetizing liquid. Then he went back to nudging her pelvis as his tongue went back to the labor of love.
Her orgasm failed to bring the relief she had expected. She was pleased it hadn't because quite obviously her orgasm had pleased and delighted the young, excited pony. Karen moved her hand to her other breast and started to twist and pull at the nipple. She realized now that was the cause of her last orgasm. She had pulled on the nipple each time Kerry surprised her with his tongue. Just then he did it again, and she froze and her entire body shivered in a wave of bliss. He did it again and she bit her lip. She wondered if he could get that wicked tongue in any further. Even though they hurt, she braced her shoulders harder against the boards, thrust out her hips and widened her feet. She was immediately rewarded with a darting thrust of the tongue, but she estimated it was no more than before. "You need much more, don't you, darling," she whispered. "And so do I. Much more." She nipped at her nipple which was hard and sensitive.
For several minutes she stood awkwardly in this position as Kerry's tongue darted tirelessly in and around the hot little hole. Then, almost unconsciously, she allowed herself to sink into the straw. She arched her back with her knees parted wide and her feet tucked painfully under her back. A slow smile gathered at the corners of her mouth as she watched the young, excited animal readjust itself. Her hands now cupped her upthrust tits, squeezing and kneading them mercilessly. With a supreme effort she managed to part her thighs a fraction more.
"Now darling can have his mommy," she murmured, her eyes matching those of the Shetland pony for wildness. "Deep, deep licking," she pleaded.
Kerry delighted her by first licking at her pubic hair. The tongue seemed to be tearing the wispy strands away.
"Oh darling, that's nice. You are a clever little fucker."
Then the attractive odor caught the flaring nostrils and Kerry nuzzled into the outstretched, hair-covered opening.
"Don't tease. Please! Please!" The nuzzling was wonderful, filling her with a mounting lust.
The partly opened lips allowed a trickly stream of cum to dribble out. The pony promptly licked it, bringing a startled cry of shock from Karen.
"Oh, you bad boy," she gasped.
Encouraged, Kerry slipped his tongue tenderly inside the opening, licked slowly at the ready supply while studying Karen through wildly flashing eyes. The fluttering tongue lashed her clit, making her moan and twist with delight.
"Oh Christ!" cried Karen, her body a shuddering, uncontrolled mass of twisting womanhood. "I'm coming ... I'm coming ... Oh God! Kerry...." The five inches of probing meat was like a snake, not content to stretch and linger like a cock, but to lick and twist and twirl with fiendish delight in her tormented cunt hole. "Oh, yes, My boy, my boy." She had to twist her body, but at the same time she didn't want to discourage him. "Good boy," she groaned. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."
The rolling, snaky intruder worked hungrily to lap up her orgasm. Karen pulled on her nipples as if to pull them out.
Her big orgasm was coming and the Shetland pony sensed it. The girl's body had gone into a series of vibrations which fascinated the wild-eyed young horse. It licked with more determination, darting its tongue curled in a thrusting, probing motion which had Karen clamping her teeth to her lips. Her hands flew back to her tits to work feverishly on the nipples. Then gloriously she stretched her head back until she was staring-at the crack in two boards. She pulled upward on her tight, taut nipples, twisted them back and forth, and then allowed the sweeping roll of meat suck and twitch in her drenching, soaking hole.
How long she lay there, drifting in the charisma of the orgasm and her pony's efforts to satisfy her, she had no idea. She lay there for what seemed like hours until finally the Shetland gave up and Karen's cunt was dry.
Reluctantly, the pony sniffed and nuzzled at her pubic hair, then slowly moved its flaring nostrils over her flat abdomen. It caught the smell of her hands and immediately afterward, her tits. It nuzzled her tits while Karen squirmed with this new delight. Then, almost as if it knew what it should do, it licked the still-taut nipple for a few moments.
"You are really bad," Karen chided the pony gently. "Is there anything you won't do? You're a bad, bad boy." She ran her finger into its mouth. It would be another two weeks before the foal would have its first four teeth, but she wasn't taking any chances. Then she stroked the long, furry nose as the Shetland sucked and nudged at the sloping, firm young tit.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gini Foster refilled her coffee cup from the carafe and moved over to the sofa by the window. Her mother followed as a day-girl who worked at the farmhouse came in to clear the breakfast dishes.
Gini waited until the girl had gone to the kitchen. "I guess the Thompson deal is going through," Connie said, her eyes taking in Gini's full, shapely body, revealed in the flimsy shift.
"Daddy told me last night. I can hardly wait to get started running that riding school."
"Will Dianne Thompson let go the reins?"
"Oh, I think so. She likes to be seen riding and have the prestige of running a riding school, but I don't think she is really interested. It needs someone with ideas, anyway."
"It has never turned out anyone you could call a rider," Connie admitted. "But I think Dianne has treated it as a hobby."
"She has always given me the impression she needed a good screwing."
Connie laughed. "She's typically English. Cold and haughty. But I'm on some committees with her and she's quite nice when you get to know her. As for her sex life, I wouldn't know. Gordon Thompson looks capable."
"Oh, I think he is, or I mean he would be." Visions of the man going wild fucking her, swept through Gini's mind. Thompson had been most responsive to the whip. She wondered why he had made no attempt to contact her again. He obviously enjoyed it the first time. "Maybe he's getting it somewhere else," she said, hoping to put her mother off.
"Maybe he thinks when we join properties it will mean he can get free studding."
"If he does, it would be you, Mother. You have a very attractive body for any man." Gini said it sincerely. Her own measurements were 36-22-32, while her mother's were 36-24-36, giving her that little extra sexual attractiveness, as if she was well screwed all the time.
"Daddy thinks I get enough," laughed Connie. Gini looked at her mother, grinning. "When did he say that?" she asked, suddenly interested.
"The other morning. He had been talking about one of the hands-I think his name is Carl-and I made a remark about the man and how studdish he looked. Your father didn't appreciate it."
Gini had a good idea which hand her mother was referring to and her tits started to feel a little warmer. She scratched under one, trying not to make it too obvious. It had been almost two months since she had had a piece of tail, and the thought of the man made her cunt pulse. "If it's the one I'm thinking of, he's a stud all right. About twenty-eight, isn't he?"
"I would imagine. Your father thinks he may be getting into Karen."
Gini sat up with a start. How in hell did her kid sister manage to get such terrific tail? First, Thompson, and now the hairiest guy on the farm. And all done so discreetly. "He must have had a reason," said Gini, excitedly. "Did Daddy catch them at it?" The image of the man Carl, as he whanged it into Karen, was almost more than she could stand right now.
"Oh no. But if Karen's not with the pony, then the pony is with him. We don't know anything is going on. We're only surmising."
Gini decided to let the matter drop. Now that her mother had mentioned it, she had seen the pony snuffing around the man. That confirmed which man it was, too, and again her genitals gave a shiver. She finished her coffee. "I guess I'll shower and go for a ride."
Her mother glanced out of the window, but there was no one around. "The palomino is studding this morning," she said. "So you can't ride him."
Gini showered quickly and strode into her bedroom naked. The shower had done nothing to calm the nervous twinges in her loins and the more she thought of a studding, the more she thought she might watch it for a while. The palomino had a fantastic cock on him when he was ready and it never failed to impress her and make her excited. Gini found a pair of tight, faded blue jeans which were actually too small for her, then found a white sweater which was just as small for her as were her jeans. Then she was just about to slip the sweater over her head, when she decided to go without a bra. The sweater was thinly knit so that if anyone took the trouble to look closely, the duskiness around her nipples could be soon.
Outside, she strode toward the corral, which was deserted. She then walked around the outer fence and turned in the direction of the main stable. As she did so, the man she and her mother had been talking about, came out leading the palomino.
As Carl passed, he said, "Morning, ma'am," in his usual, indifferent way.
"Morning," she mumbled, realizing for the first time that one reason she never attracted some of these good-looking hands around the place, was because of her attitude to them. She made a mental note to change all that. Then on an impulse, she stopped and turned quickly. The man was still leading the stallion, but his head was twisted her way. Quite obviously he had been enjoying the view of her ass in the tight jeans. "Okay, Mister Carl," she said to herself, as she turned and continued on, "I'll give you a hard-on that will take three women to work off." She then went into the stable, selected the pinto pony and groomed it. She left it in the stall while she went to the corral to see the studding.
Gini leaned lazily on the fence, resting her full, shapely breasts on the top rung. Carl and another hand were trying to arouse the palomino, sweeping their hands over the animal's flanks and around its huge cock, the head of which had already popped out like a big mushroom.
On the far side of the corral, Gini's father and another two men were standing talking, one of the men holding a palomino mare which Gini estimated to be only two years old. Just then, the stallion nervously stumbled and staggered in Gini's direction. The two men were having difficulty holding it, although Carl continued to stroke its huge penis in a brushing, feathery motion.
"Yes sir," he said, as they neared Gini, "you're a lucky boy, getting yourself a virgin this morning. There's a few around here, but you're going to get one."
The other man laughed, which made Gini furious. She stared at Carl as the two men and the animal swept by, her eyes filled with anger. He did not even look at her, however, so she averted her eyes to the stallion's big cock which was now extended eight to ten inches. It was a beautiful column of thick pink meat, not anywhere near ready for the mare. But the more Gini thought about it, the more she wondered what it would be like to have Carl and the other man hold the magnificent stallion while she tried to get that heavy, helmet-like cockhead into her hungry cunt.
She groaned inwardly as she imagined squeezing it into her smooth box. That would be quite an achievement. Then inch by inch. She knew she could take eight, but she would have to try for more. About ten inches would be terrific. Her entire body shuddered at the dream and she came back to reality. There was no possible way six men could control that big palomino, she realized, and once he had it into you-God! He would just split you in two. His cock would be up behind your tits and your cunt would be funneled so wide you wouldn't be able to breathe.
Karen joined her, the Shetland pony behind her. "You haven't watched a studding in ages," she said.
"No, but I remember the last time," said Gini with a laugh.
"That's the only trouble," said Karen. "It makes you hairy."
"I don't mind that, if you can get a piece right afterward."
"You can always ride over to the Thompsons."
"Yes, I suppose so," replied Gini. At least Gordon was well hung. She didn't think she could stand anyone young and inexperienced today. Her eyes wandered over to her father, making the smoldering heat in her loins start to bubble. And if Thompson wasn't there, she may have to encourage her dad. He could always be counted on to give a capable screwing after a studding.
"We came too late to help with the stallion," said Karen dolefully. The animal's cock was almost touching the ground.
"You wouldn't want it any longer than that," laughed Gini.
"I wouldn't want it that long," mused Karen, her eyes shimmering with a haze of lust which was sweeping her groin.
The mare was being led in. When it was in the center of the corral, the three men tried to hold it still while Carl and the other man were joined by Grant. Then they led the stallion over to stand behind the mare, which was showing no signs of being nervous.
"Must be a virgin," grinned Gini. "She won't know what hit her."
As it happened, Gini was right. The young mare still stood almost relaxed as the big stallion mounted her. Grant pulled the mare's tail away as Carl deftly guided the massive cock into the waiting horse cunt. For a moment it was almost as if the stallion was enjoying the wave of bliss which every man experiences at the first insertion. But then, as if it was afraid the mare might change her mind, the palomino gave a. vicious, determined thrust so that at least eighteen inches of rolled meaty pinkness slid joyously up the oily column of the mare's cunt.
Karen and Gini both gave stifling groans and laughed immediately afterward. Gini said, "Jesus, what a beautiful sight."
"Wait till he really starts. That's what I like," moaned Karen, her eyes blazing with excitement.
Carl was holding his hands clasped around the slick, wet shaft up near the glistening cunt. As the stallion recoiled its fantastic prong, he held it tightly, exciting the animal beyond endurance. It reared into a lunging, thrusting pattern of motion that had both men and beasts gasping from excitement, each man's genitals turning into burning torches as the mare stood there, absorbing the powerful thrusts.
"She sure is a virgin. She loves it," cried Carl, just as the palomino shuddered from the shock of its ejaculation. It shuddered three more times, each time sinking the enormous cock to the very hilt.
Gini looked at Carl in time to find him staring at her. She flashed him an angry glare, holding his eyes with hers. Some day she would show him she was no virgin. She wondered if he had ever been thoroughly whipped while fucking. She would have loved to have taken him on right now, but the last thing she wanted was to get caught screwing another of Karen's favorite studs. It had taken Karen weeks to get over the episode with Thompson. But the time and the place would come and she would cut him down to size. She would break him in like the stallion he was. She gave him a last, long look of disdain. "I'm going for my ride," she said to Karen. "Do you want to come along?"
Karen shook her head. "I'll cool the stallion down for the men," she said, climbing over the fence. "Have a good ride." Then as an afterthought, she looked at Kerry on the other side of the fence. "Why don't you take my pony along? The run will do him good."
"Sure. If he'll go." Gini reached for the rope halter and started toward the stable to pick up the pinto. She could feel the men's eyes on her ass as she walked, so she deliberately wiggled it more. The tight jeans she was wearing completely encased each cheek perfectly, emphasizing her tapered thighs.
Surprisingly, the Shetland ran along behind the pinto as if it were enjoying it. Gini was still fuming from the blatant arrogance of the man Carl, and would have preferred a fast gallop. Instead, because of the Shetland, she allowed the pinto to lope. About two miles away from the farm buildings it started to rain and the Shetland became nervous. She climbed from the pinto and led them both by the head in the direction of a barn which was never used except for an occasion like this when caught in the rain.
Inside, the ponies settled down. Gini lighted a cigarette and sat on a box in a large stall. The ponies helped themselves to hay which was stored in the bam at one end, but then they came back to where she was sitting. Gini finished her cigarette, made sure it was out, and settled back to wait for the rain to stop. Her mind flew to Carl again. The way he walked and the sturdy, athletic frame of his body brought a wave of muffled lust to course through her. She wondered how she could get him to make the approach and how she could accept it, and still keep him in his place. It was while she was thinking that she unconsciously stroked the pinto's flank, and then even more thoughtlessly fondled its velvety genital area.
When she came to her senses, Gini looked in shocked surprise at the cock she was clenching in her fist. It was four inches and still growing. The mushroom head was pulsing gently and she released her hand slightly before clenching it tightly. "Oh, you darling," she said softly. "You want to show me your cock." Her eyes were wide with a building excitement which filled her cunt and was spreading upward to her tits. She had to fight an urge to use both hands and rub and feel the magnificent prick. It was now six inches and thickening, but she could only enjoy the sight and feel of the cock as long as she did not startle the pinto or excited him too much. "It's a lovely cock," she said, softly. "You must have known Gini was thinking of cock." She couldn't resist it and brought her other hand onto the slippery, hot rod. A fantastic wave of bliss burst in her tits so that her nipples sprouted hopefully through her sweater.
She confined her hand movements to gentle milking motions. The pinto snuffed once, but was obviously enjoying it. Gini found herself panting as she stared wild-eyed at the lovely bright-pink shaft. She wanted to pull and squeeze the lovely thing, to rub it and feel the pinto's response. But still she forced herself to merely clasp and unclasp her hands with a slow, lingering pull each time. She moved her legs carefully, as they were getting cramped. Now she was very close to the slithering hands and the precious column of meat.
"You are a darling," she murmured. "Showing me a cock just when I wanted one. And such a proud cock, too. I don't blame you for wanting to show me it." She impulsively reached under and clutched the powerful testicles. "Good heavens," she gasped, "what a pair of balls." They were warm but not particularly swollen as she had expected. Even so, she could not clutch the scrotum in her hand.
Just then the Shetland, trying to determine where the pleasant aroma was coming from, recalled a past experience. He then surprised Gini into a startled little cry as he nuzzled into the tight crotch of the jeans. He licked eagerly for several seconds and was rewarded with the first delicious taste of her cum. It had saturated her cunt at the studding, dried somewhat, and then been freshened with a new burst as she stared at the pinto's pulsing organ.
"Oh, Kerry," she moaned, "you shouldn't do things like that."
The Shetland was only reminded of a previous occasion as Gini now spread her legs and he was able to lap more greedily at the juices being strained through the thick cloth.
Gini flung her head back for a moment. The pony's tongue on the bulging strip of cloth at her cunt was fantastic. Her hands worked a little harder on the pinto's beautiful cock, even though she tried to control the pressure. Then, to help her, it oozed out a supply of juices which she gathered in one hand. A moment later her hands glided easily up and down the jerking cock. "God, but that looks beautiful," she groaned. Wave after wave of statically charged current was coursing through her veins. This was like having about four men get you ready for a fucking. It was better, because she could control it to a great extent. Without thinking what she was doing, she unbuttoned her jeans. Then carefully so as not to frighten the pinto, she pushed her jeans and panties down over her knees.
The Shetland waited patiently, snorting once so that Gini was afraid it had lost interest. But then, when the source of the beautiful juice was bared, it returned cheerfully. In one expert movement it screwed two inches of tongue into the warm well of fuck-juice.
"Mother of God," cried Gini. She was unable to believe the feeling as the Shetland ground its furry nose against the top of her slit so that its tongue could work more diligently inside her spluttering hole. "Oh God, yes," she cried excitedly. "Just keep that up, you wonderful little thing."
She spread her legs wider and then turned to gaze at the pinto's hardening prong. Gini's eyes were lazy with lust. A heavenly feeling of contentment settled in her cunt as the obliging tongue slithered in and out, sometimes licking in a circular motion that racked her body with an after thrill.
The pinto's cock was beautiful, she decided. "Just a little more," she pleaded. "Gini must play with it a little more." She opened her hand wide, brought it up so that the huge head rested in her palm. "Please, please, don't move." Then she closed her fingers over the throbbing, straining head as her other hand rubbed at the shaft. She shivered delightedly at the feeling of the hot column of horseflesh in her hand. The pinto moved one leg, and for an instant Gini sobbed, believing the animal was either losing interest, or was about to come. But it had spread its rear leg, as it would before mounting a mare.
"Oh, you poor darling," she whispered. "You want a piece of tail, don't you?" Gini sighed. "You're not alone, believe me." She humped herself down so that the Shetland could dig deeper with his tongue. He immediately did and Gini had to arch herself to cushion the shock. "Oh Jesus, that's beautiful."
Then suddenly, Gini snapped her attention to the pinto's huge cock. The animal had started a gentle, almost unnoticeable movement of its thighs. But that wasn't what was intriguing Gini. She clutched the now straining head, trying to measure it. Then her other hand stopped rubbing up and down the spongy, slippery column long enough to try and gauge the length. With a choking sound, she decided it was somewhere between eight and ten inches. The head was bigger than those she remembered, but by then a burning wantonness was sweeping her from head to toes. She still had no idea how to get the pony to mount her and it was already showing signs of wanting to come. Desperately she pushed the Shetland away from her slobbering cunt. She was almost coming herself and she had to keep her eyes averted now from the throbbing pink shaft which was already lubricated and ready to slide up into any hole it could find. She was groveling in filth, she knew.
But she didn't care. The Shetland was disappointed at losing its licking privileges and kept getting in the way. And all the time Gini's mind was sifting ideas as to how she could try at least one thrust of that lovely, hanging, waiting cock. She moved the box she had been lounging on and placed it beneath the pinto, grateful that the breed was famous for its serenity-Then she quickly pushed her jeans and panties over her boots as she slid under the animal's warm, soft belly to kneel on the box.
She moaned at the first feel of the hot, throbbing shaft as it hung down between her asscheeks. It was like the thick rolls of baloney she had seen in the supermarkets, except that this was deliciously oily and covered with sticky cum. Gini looked under herself and immediately moaned. The massive head was swinging between her thighs, about two inches below her cunt.
"Please, please, darling, don't waste it," she pleaded and reached under to grasp the slimy knob and press it up into her pulsing cunt. She frantically worked her fingers around the deep ridge of the cockhead, pressing and fumbling; the first warm, wet feel of the lovely cock against her cunt brought blazing agonies of lust in her hole. "Oh, yes darling. Let's get it right in." She worked faster, pressing and edging the firm, pulsing flesh into her.
But try as she might, there was no way the fabulous cockhead was going to get into her slit. To make matters worse, her fumbling was making the big shaft thicker, stiffer. Gini groaned in dismay and flung herself off the wooden box, turning around to clasp and grab at the slippery rod. Her hands clenched the roll of pulpy sausage leaving the head bare, glistening and throbbing with eagerness. Her breathing was a series of deep panting gusts as frustration swept through her. Then the Shetland was behind her, his nose tickling her curved, shapely ass for a moment, its whiskers bringing her jolts of sexy spasms. A moment later it had returned joyously to the familiar well of juice it loved. It bored in about three strong inches, its tongue now expert at reaping the torrid-smelling mixture of her cum.
"Oooooh...." groaned Gini. Her eyes focused hazily on the hot, trembling rod in her hands and her ass wiggled delightedly as the Shetland went happily about its work. "Ooooh ... you beautiful thing," she mumbled, moving her knees wider apart, giving Kerry a deeper, more fascinating hole to lick into.
But the ramrod in her hands was too exciting, too magnificent to be left doing nothing. Her cunt was a cauldron of unsatisfied fire, burning out of control. The smell of the big cock a few inches from her face was filling her with lust. Even before the idea had completely formulated in her mind, she was pulling the bulging head nearer and her tongue was trying to burst through her lips. She fought the urge for several seconds but then let herself go. Her tongue swept around the dome of the knob and an exquisite feeling of sheer joy coursed through her cunt and up to her tits. Gini pulled back with her eyes wide and fiercely bright. The pinto jerked once and gave a bursting spray of sperm, which Gini tried to catch in her hand. She managed to catch some and gently swab the pulsing cockhead.
"Yes darling, you were excited, weren't you?" She moved both hands gently up and down the shaft which was reddening now. Then she replaced her hands tightly on the stem, the throbbing feeling of the pinto transferring itself to her wet, slippery hands.
The pinto whinnied and moved its feet, but otherwise waited patiently for more enjoyable coaxing. It didn't have long to wait. The cock was even more inviting now that it was glossy and a deeper red. Gini licked at it again, her tongue gliding silently around and around the pulsating globe. The smell and taste, she decided, were more stimulating than a man's. There was a horsy, tangy aroma she found exciting and the feel of the flesh was out of this world. She could feel that another jetting spray of cum was on its way as the bulbous head pulsed more heavily. She tried to edge under it, or turn the big cock more in her direction. It was too stiff and hard for that, so that she only managed to catch half the pony's big load which she transferred quickly to one hand in order to rub the shaft of the fantastic column.
While she was busy lubricating the pinto's cock, Kerry lapped eagerly in her cunt. Gini arched her back again. The continuous licking was giving her a series of mini-orgasms so that her young, lusciously curved body was constantly twitching, tingling and giving little jerks.
Now the huge shaft was moist and ready. Gini stared at it, fascinated. She moved forward on her knees slightly, ignoring the hard earth floor which hurt her bare knees. The movement caused Kerry to lose touch with her hole, so she waited for the return of the cuddly, nudging nose against her outspread buttocks and then the heavenly penetration as the animal probed into her burning slit. It bored in a full three inches, curling and lapping with the very tip so that Gini shuddered once and flooded her excited channel with a fresh flow of hot cum.
In return, the Shetland tried to edge in more. It even spread her asscheeks wider so that the young, brittle whiskers brushed and flicked at her puckering asshole.
"Jesus, but you're good," she whispered, referring to the Shetland although her eyes were studying the huge cock so close that she was almost cross-eyed. She clenched it now so that her open fingers were nearest to her face. Then gloatingly, desperately, almost fiendishly, she pushed out her tongue as far as it would go and ran it from the tip of the shimmering knob the full length of the sticky, slippery shaft.
The pinto snorted and moved his back feet restlessly.
"You loved that, didn't you," murmured Gini. Her hands stroked the long prick. Then she licked it again. Gini waited for the repercussion, watched the oozing of more semen, and then licked it once more. So fascinated was she in the taste and odor and the weird sensations it caused in her own body, that Gini was unaware the Shetland had stopped its deliberations. Her cunt was a burning zone of unbridled lust after the young pony's continuous lashing, so that the animal could have wandered off with Gini none the wiser.
But the pinto's hot sperm made the Shetland curious. It flared its nostrils, trying to detect the source of this new, interesting perfume. In a stumbling forward motion, it moved half over the kneeling girl, nuzzling its head down over her shoulder and against the side of her face. Another few seconds and it was snaking out its warm, furry tongue to lash at the massive, throbbing cock which even now was exuding another flow of hot sperm.
Gini was so startled she almost fell on her face. The appearance and feel of the pony's face alongside hers took her completely by surprise. Somehow she hung onto the huge shaft in her wet hands and she was about to snap at the Shetland for its awkwardness when two things happened. The Shetland's tongue lashed out, fascinating her, and then a shock-wave of ecstasy swept through her as the Shetland's beautiful young cock nestled high between her thighs. So high, in fact, it was sliding along her wet, pulsing slit.
"My God!" she cried out, for the moment petrified. Strange and bizarre spasms of pure sex rocked through her body as the Shetland, now licking the newly found liquid contentedly, moved back and forth so that his proud virgin prick swayed smoothly and eagerly against the warm, welcoming crease Of Gini's pulsing cunt.
She flung her head down to look under herself. "Jesus, what a cock." It had never occurred to her the young Shetland even had a cock. She had been perfectly satisfied with its persistent and devoted licking. Very satisfied indeed. But cock was something else again. Nothing substituted for cock.
She caught her breath and prayed the pinto would hang on. It was moving its feet a little more restlessly, but otherwise it was enjoying the lashing tongue.
Gini released one hand from the massive cock and reached under herself. A wave of bliss swept through her as her fingers closed on the swinging dome of the Shetland's cock. Its firmness surprised her and she took enough time to feel the length. She was astonished to find it must be at least six inches. She slid her fingers back to the head, squirmed her own ass slightly and lifted the jerking cock upward.
It was in before Gini fully realized it. "Jesus! Jesus, oh Jesus!" She flung her hand back to the big cock. She had to cover most of it from Kerry's teasing, licking tongue which would make the pinto jet his full load. "Oh, you beautiful little darling," she managed to blurt out as the Shetland finally got the hang of it and started nudging into her cunt in short, shockingly quick jerks. "Yes, oh yes, darling. I can take all that."
It was hardening and stiffening inside her. Gini decided she must be getting six or seven inches and the young foal was only six weeks old. Gini emitted moans of appreciation as the Shetland steadily thrust into the warm, wet channel. It was methodically accurate, withdrawing almost to the opening and then slamming back in to the heaven of her twat.
"Oh Mary, Holy Mary," groaned Gini, still unable to believe her good fortune. "Oh Mary, just keep it up, you beautiful thing. Yes, just fuck away and do anything you want," she cried. The pony's cock was thickening now and she wondered how thick it would get. She decided she wouldn't worry. There was no way she would lose that beautiful cock now.
But it was thickening, widening her chasm, pushing at the walls as it thrust deliciously back and forth.
"Oh Jesus, yes," groaned Gini, now bordering on the hysterical. She had a bursting mini-orgasm, lubricating her cunt for the precious, wonderful cock which was riding back and forth. Then she had another, making it remarkably easier for the pony's rigid prick to slam back and forth in the tightening space. "Fuck, fuck, fuck Kerry, you beautiful thing. Just do that forever." A startling vision of the Shetland fucking Karen flashed through her mind and Gini almost choked. Her sister must get cock everywhere, she decided, but then the head of the cock in her cunt was growing. A wave of anxiety swept through her as she clung more tightly to the big cock of the pinto. It was now definitely readying itself to explode under the lashing tongue of the Shetland. The cockhead inside her was pushing at the very doors of her womb, bringing even more excitement coursing through her shuddering body.
In desperation she made the decision. She must stay with it whatever happened. She stared at the throbbing red cock in her hands and the licking, lapping tongue. The Shetland was so excited now it was actually sucking more than licking. The thought of watching Kerry suck at the pinto was more than Gini could stand. She burst more mini-orgasms, flooding her cunt and warming the reaming, driving shaft.
"Oh God, yes. You must suck," she mumbled, saliva running out of the comers of her mouth as her own tongue licked at her lips feverishly. "Here, here Kerry," she cried, turning the throbbing head up so that the newly weaned pony could suckle it.
"Oh lovely darling. Oh God, but that looks beautiful."
The Shetland obviously thought so too. It thrust into Gini as far as it could, its thick, pulsating prick filling her cunt so that, for a moment, she could not breathe. She parted her knees a little farther, giving the bucking animal as much room as she could. But it wanted to hold its blazing cock in the warmth of her cunt, the head pressing tightly against a teasing, tantalizing odor. While it did, it worked its lips at the big round knob, its long pink tongue darting and flicking out occasionally to gather any delicious juice that was available.
Gini had never seen anything so sensually exciting in her life before. The stiff cock which was impaled in her was bringing on her orgasm, it was throbbing so hard. It was giving jerky little spasms which made it widen and thicken against the walls of her gulping cunt. And all the time the big, polished knob was pulsing in such a way as to be ramming against her cervix. Then to cap everything, four inches from her face was the magnificent cock of the pinto's being licked and maneuvered by the amazing young foal so that eventually there would be nothing else for it. It would actually suck that big red dome into its ready and capable mouth.
The pinto started pawing restlessly. It was eighteen months old and not quite ready for tail. At the same time it was getting ready for the day when it would sink its cock into the welling channel of a mare's big cunt. At the moment, of course, it had no idea what was happening. It shivered in anticipation. It snorted noisily and found itself hunching down and jerking a little.
"Jesus, fucking Jesus," moaned Gini, the Shetland's cock still filling her cunt.
Then, what she had been waiting for, started. "Oh yes, Kerry. You must help him, you must."
The pinto lowered its hindquarters slightly. The Shetland straightened out its head. Gini's hands clenched high on the thick, throbbing cock. Then, as Gini choked with emotion, the long bulging head of the pinto's shaft slipped between the twitching lips and toothless gums of the young foal. "Oh Jesus, that's beautiful. Oh, you gorgeous thing, you. Yes, darling, just suck." Her hands grasped the big cock even tighter and the pinto whinnied and snorted alternatively with pleasure. Then the Shetland suddenly realized what to do.
Before Gini's startled eyes, Kerry moved his mouth along the length of the excited prick, lashing it with its tongue. Its nose and lips caught up to Gini's hands and she reluctantly let go, placing her hands firmly on the wooden box beside the Shetland's hooves. She looked on, astonished, as the Shetland stretched out its neck in a straight line, sinking the bulging cockhead of the pinto in its throat. As it did, it recoiled its own enormous prick from Gini's hot cunt. Then almost as if it had been trained for just such a moment, it thrust quickly back in, taking her by surprise.
"Holy God!" She tightened her hold on the box. "Oh, Jesus, yes!" Gini had been prepared for the thrust in case she couldn't take it all. It had just occurred to her that she could take about eight inches and then she would have to ride out the storm. But even then, the excited Shetland had surprised her with the determined, expert way it had fucked her. She waited for the second thrust, delighted to find she could handle the full cock as wave after wave of wild lust rocketed quickly up and down her cunt. "Oh, beautiful, Kerry. Just give me all you've got." Her eyes lifted to watch the pony suckle. It was working itself back and forth in time to its thrusts. Long strings of cum mixed with saliva were drooling from its mouth. "Yes, oh, yes." The wicked thickness of the cock in her channel brought a stabbing static in her slit. The driving rod was perfectly timed and expertly handled as it careened effortlessly in and out of the warm, tight cunt.
Gini arched her back and tried to stay still. The end of the big prick as it slammed into the top of her cunt was the most thrilling piece of cock she had ever had. That and the way the thick base of the gigantic rod absolutely crushed her clitoris. She tried to think of something else she could do. Her orgasm was building and the slithering shaft was pure heaven as it slipped unerringly up to the very top of her cunt channel. If anything, she could have taken a little faster stroke now, but she was far from complaining as her orgasm mounted.
The pinto wanted something, too, but it didn't know what. It stumbled forward a step only to find its bursting cock shoved deeper into the hot, spongy abyss.
"Oh, beautiful, beautiful," groaned Gini as she saw the extra inch of red, glistening cock move into the foal's frantically sucking mouth. She put out her face, her cheek grazing the Shetland's face, alongside its mouth which was twisting and working even faster. She ran her tongue into the comer of the wide, slimy mouth, tasting the cum. Then, as if in answer to her prayer, the Shetland began a series of steady, lunging thrusts which made Gini cry out fitfully, despairingly. The foal's virgin cock was thickening even more. Gini held her breath in fear. Was it possible it could thicken and hurt her? Split her open? "Wai-wa-wait...." she managed to cry out.
But then her orgasm mushroomed into a bursting bomb. Her mind went blank and she licked disgustingly in the foal's mouth in an attempt to touch the thick cock of the pinto which was now slithering back and forth, waiting to unload its powerful jet of fuck-juice.
Gini cried out again and again, her cries bursting through her cum-soaked lips. Sexual excitement swept through her as Kerry's massive rod continued ramming. It was obvious now she was about to get ten inches of throbbing cock stuck into her. She should have realized that, even though the pony was so small. She rode the crescent of the thrusts, her entire body tingling and teetering on the brink of the bursting orgasm.
Then Gini braced her hands tightly, her wide, wet slit accepting the wildly thrusting cock. "Oh, mercy! Jesus, yes. Give it all to me. All, darling. All you've got." She wished now that it was the pinto's prick slamming into her. She watched the pinto's as it slid back and forth more quickly into Kerry's mouth. "Oh, God, yes, every inch, every inch ... please."
CHAPTER NINE
Karen watched her sister ride away on the pinto with Kerry trotting along behind them. She was a little surprised the Shetland had gone with Gini. Usually, it was determined to stay with either herself or Carl. She walked over to where Carl was holding the palomino stallion. Its thick wet cock hung limply, almost dejected and still dripping.
"I'll cool him down," offered Karen, as they both watched the mare being led away toward a truck.
Carl glanced around, making sure they were alone. "Then me, I hope." The bulge in the front of his jeans was very pronounced.
Karen tried to keep a straight face, but then gave up. "Getting anxious, are you?"
"I'm way past that stage."
She caught hold of the stallion's bit. "Wife not helping out," she asked, whimsically.
"Christ, she's getting more than she ever did while I wait for you." He had decided to come right out and ask for it. Just seeing the trim young teen-ager every day was driving him mad and his balls ached all the time.
"She's lucky," grinned Karen. Then purposely she patted the palomino's nose and spoke to it. "I hope you didn't waste any today. No one wants any of that good fuck-juice wasted on a stud farm, do they?" she asked. She started off. Carl was left with his hands on his hips and his eyes drinking in the cute ass with the erotic, teasing wiggle.
Later, she saw the three hands ride off on stallions to exercise them. A sudden feeling of loneliness filled Karen and she wondered why. She glanced behind her, noting how the palomino's cock had gradually withdrawn so that only about two inches and the big helmet-like head remained. "You're like all the other men around here," she muttered, a sensual surge of lust sweeping through her. "A quick fuck and you're satisfied." She went around the corral three more times and then tethered the big animal so that it could enjoy the fresh air.
It was almost lunchtime, but Karen decided she would check on Princess, and make sure the Shetland mare had some oats. Carl always double checked such things as this, but this morning he appeared jumpy and studdish. She headed for the stable and sauntered down the long aisle.
She replenished Princess Patsy's supply of oats, which wasn't too low, and was stroking the long mane when she heard the sound of the metal gong they used to signal lunch. Karen gave the Shetland a slap on the rump and walked out of the stable. She was surprised to find it had started raining, so she ran the last hundred yards to home.
It was late afternoon before Gini arrived home. Both Karen and her mother had expected the girl to be furious at having been caught in such heavy rain so far from the farm. As it was, however, Gini appeared to be in an amazingly good mood. So good that Karen was suspicious and racked her mind for a reason.
Karen's mind immediately flew to Carl and the other men. Anger came to her chest immediately as she thought of Gini possibly screwing with Carl. But the three men had returned to the farm shortly after lunch, soaked, so her anxiety was assuaged for a moment. Then she suddenly thought of Gordon Thompson and was angry again. She must still have feelings for the man, she decided, and she silently rebuked herself. What difference did it make if her sister did have a piece of tail from Carl or Thompson? But try as she may, she could not shake the jealous rage which now replaced the sexiness of her tits. She simply did not want her men sticking their big cocks into Gini. She wanted them all for herself. She strode into the stable to wipe down the Shetland foal, ignoring Gini who looked at her sister with a friendly grin on her face.
"He wasn't a bit frightened of the rain," Gini assured her.
But Karen merely led the little horse to its own stall and threw a blanket over it.
She had dried the forelegs when Carl came in, startling her. "Oh," she said, surprising him by smiling, "I thought you had left. It must be time, isn't it?"
He shrugged his shoulders, pleased at the reception she had given him. "Dan and Johnny have gone," he said, "but I thought you might like a hand with Kerry." He dropped to his knees to work on the back legs and looked to where Karen was crouched at the front. Her panties were pink and clearly visible beneath the miniskirt which had ridden up high on her thighs. She caught him looking but made no attempt to close her legs, making the dull, longing ache in his balls come back. "Not going into town are you?" he asked, failing to hide the anxiety in his voice.
"Are you asking me for a date?" she asked.
He couldn't get over her good mood. "I thought you might be going in. I'd give you a lift." He couldn't come right out and ask her for a date, being married, and yet he would damned well arrange one if he possibly could.
"It would be too late. By the time I do this and get cleaned up."
Carl glanced in the direction of the pinto which Gini was wiping down. He could hear her talking to the pony as she worked. "That wouldn't take long," he said, a little too quickly.
Karen struggled to her feet and started on Kerry's chest. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, quietly.
He almost fainted. "Well ... I...."
"You don't sound sure. I thought the way you talked after the studding, you wanted a piece." She brushed back the blanket and wiped across the animal's back, her tits jiggling noticeably from her efforts.
He swallowed hard. "You know I do."
"Right in?" she asked.
"I was right in last time, wasn't I?"
"It was lovely, really. I often wondered why you didn't come back."
This time he groaned. What a cock tease she was, and yet so utterly desirable. He moved closer to her. "And it is hard," he assured her.
She looked at the bulge in his jeans. "I'll take your word for it," she said, flashing him a broad smile this time.
"Don't," he murmured. Then, as she tentatively brought her hand down onto the massive lump and clenched her fingers for a moment, he added, "Jesus, Karen. Why do you do this to me?"
She pretended to misunderstand him and pulled her hand back quickly. "I thought you wanted me to," she said, a puzzled look on her face. Then suddenly she smiled, white teeth flashing as she nuzzled her blonde head encouragingly in his neck.
They waited until Gini had gone. There was a phone in the stable and he called his wife, saying he would be late. While he talked, Karen rubbed his cock which was arched inside his jeans. Then he told Karen he would meet her at the end of a trail used infrequently by Thompsons' riding school. When she joined him she took his breath away.
She was driving the big Olds convertible with her long blonde hair flowing out behind her as she pulled up behind his small foreign car.
"Which car?" he asked. His hands shook as he rested them on the door. His eyes traveled over the matching pink sweater and skirt to her shapely, golden-hued thighs.
Her mouth twisted into a slow smile. "There's more fucking room in this one."
He jumped in beside her and they headed up the trail, eventually parking by a small, quiet pond. He had cleaned up at the stable, but there was enough earthiness about him to fill her with lust as he took her in his arms. The kiss was deep and passionate.
"Let's get in the back," she gasped, fighting for breath, her tits boiling globes of milk, crushed against, his chest. She had never been fucked in a car before and she was eager to try. She had been fucked on desks at school, in comers of classrooms and twice on the ground behind the school during a dance. Always she had felt a twinge of remorse whenever other girls described amazing feats in the back of a car. Now she was eager to try.
He pushed down his jeans and shorts. She flung her panties away, not caring where they fell. Then she knelt on the seat with his body between her thighs and his upthrust cock hovering an inch from her cunt. She lowered herself slowly, testing the powerful head as it touched her cuntlips. Then with a groan she flung her arms around his neck and sank hungrily down over the thick, throbbing prick. Down to the very base so that their pubic hair matted. Down to where she could feel the full power as he held it back, his rearing shaft straining to break through the doors of her cervix.
They could have stayed like that forever. He wanted to and so did she. She delighted in his twitching cock and her cunt responded, grabbing at the mighty rod, sucking on it. Then he rolled the sweater up to find no bra, but only the fabulous sloping, upturned, cheeky little tits that would drive him wild. His wife had big tits. That was one of the reasons he had fallen for her. They were almost pendulous in comparison to these. But now as his hands clutched them from underneath, the blossoming, jutting young nipples teasing him so close, he had to suck one, draw it through his tight lips, feel Karen squirm as raging fires burst all through her tense, frantic body.
She flung her head back and gazed at the sky. It was almost dark, but not quite. She squeezed her vaginal muscles around the rampaging cock which was jerking and spitting hot semen into her channel, lubricating it, making it ready. His mouth had taken almost all her tit in and she shivered with delight as he used his tongue. She fought an urge to bob up and down, containing herself bravely as he nibbled on her breast. Then she reached behind, found the swollen balls and tenderly squeezed them, feeling his power with the erratic rocking of his hips. The movement brought an additional thrill in her opening, the rim of her cunt spreading under the pressure to clasp and cling to the thick base of his prick.
The orgasm was an avalanche when it came, completely engulfing them before they knew what was happening. Her nipple scraped in his throat, startling her so that she lifted herself a mere inch up the burning shaft, before dropping back to clamp herself around it.
"Oh no," he groaned. His balls felt like bursting firecrackers.
"Oh yes," she cried, free at last to soothe her screaming cunt. "Jesus, just fuck. Let's not fool ... around." Her body was a thrashing, whipping machine as she jerked up and down. The upthrust prick stabbed and probed, widening the walls of her young channel to tease and yet bring the release it cried for. "Oh God, please screw, fuck! Dear God, just fuck!"
He edged himself to the very front of the seat, his knees wedged tightly against the front seat. Now he could rock in time to her lifts so that his hungry, swollen cock could reach right up inside her. He took the other tit, sucked it into his mouth entirely, the brazen, insolent nipple choking him in his throat. Then he settled in to lifting and falling, thrusting the full length of his cock up into her hot love nest which was full of boiling oil.
"Oh Christ!" She was completely impaled and spread her knees wider. It was better, she found, as he lifted more accurately and imbedded his burning cock right up to her womb. "Wheee ... oh yes, man. Just fuck, fuck, fuck." Her young, pleading voice was driving him, forcing him. His cock was a searing brand of fire. "Yes, oh God yes." Her orgasm was molten lava trying to smother the ravishing prick.
Their combined groans echoed across the pond, a weird unison of complete release, which was too soon, too fast but frighteningly demanding.
Karen sat there, impaled, her chest heaving as his hands worked on her tits. She nestled her head in his neck as she fought for breath. Her cunt was clinging wetly to his still-pulsing shaft and trickles of cum ebbed out of her hole and onto his balls. For long minutes they stayed like that, not wanting to move, but only to recover. Gradually, their breathing returned to normal. His cock, which had been twitching, started to strengthen and thicken in her cunt. Neither spoke, content to savor the mounting desire for the fucking they both craved. Both knew they must have more in order to be completely satisfied.
Karen finally dragged her head from his neck. She crushed her mouth against his and their tongues took up the fight. Mounting waves of lust swept over them as his cock stiffened and her cunt responded with affectionate, urgent clutching.
She surprised him by breaking her mouth away from his. "Let's take our clothes off," she said. Her eyes were streaked with excitement.
"Let's swim and make it last," he countered. He had to get her out of the confines of the car. He had never yet had a good fuck in a car.
She glanced at the pond. "Will it be cold?"
"Not for long." He lifted her sweater over her head and waited while she brushed at her long hair with her hand.
She fiddled with her skirt and then shivered with desire as she lifted herself from his upthrust, ready cock. When they had climbed naked out of the car, she held out her hand and caught his. "Can I suck you off?" she asked, her voice like a child's asking for a special favor.
He stared at her incredulously. He'd only been sucked once and that was by an older woman when he was drunk and out on the town with the boys. "Sucked?" he managed to ask.
She pulled him into the cool water of the pond. They stumbled and staggered until it was deep enough to swim. "Yes, suck," she grinned.
The water cooled his balls, but his cock was aching with desire. They swam around in a shallow circle, finally coming to a halt, the water just touching her tits. His hands came out to fondle them and at the same moment her hands touched his waiting cock. His balls were massive, full of semen and so tight she couldn't separate them.
"Mnnn...." she crooned, admiringly. "You're so big. So beautifully hung."
Her expression did nothing to cool his desire. His cock jerked in her hand and she laughed delightedly.
"Can I suck him?" She had her head on one side and in the dusk she looked like a young, childish goddess. "Please?" She pulled on his balls, forcing him to follow her to shallower water.
He couldn't say yes. He had to fuck her and he wasn't sure he could stand even the thought of her mouth around his cock. While he was making up his mind, his cock emerged from the water in her hand and he noticed the wild, untamed look in her beautiful, flashing eyes. Then she crumpled to her knees. Both hands stroked his swollen prick and held it in place for her open lips.
"Christ!"
Her pointed tongue licked in the tiny hole.
"Holy Jesus!" His hands were in her hair, clutching nervously as darts streaked through his balls. "Agh...." he groaned as the warm, tickling tongue swept all over the gleaming bulb. He managed to grasp handfuls of hair, but he fought an urge to pull.
Karen took a deep breath, glaring at the beautiful cock. Her cock. A compulsive, possessive desire of keeping this stud for herself swept through her. Gini must never experience the wonderful power of this cock. She didn't care about the man's wife, because she didn't even know her. But this proud, majestic cock was hers, to have and to hold. Then, unable to hide her enthusiasm any longer, she opened her mouth wide, fanned the pulsing knob with the tip of her tongue and guided it into her mouth.
The way she had done it was enough to make him come. As in everything she did, she had done it thoroughly, completely and without a vestige of shame. For the second time today he had a fainting feeling. He had never fainted in his life and he was never likely to. He was too big and strong and healthy to faint. But right now, with his exploding cock in the hot cavern of her mouth and his eyes focused on the slim teen-age body below him, he had to fight to stay alive.
Karen closed her lips tightly over the firm ridge and tasted him. A glorious feeling of bliss swept into her hanging, swinging tits. Then, slowly and thoughtfully, she worked her mouth down the throbbing shaft, over the pulsing, vibrating muscles until his straining cockhead hit her throat. Just as slowly, as if there was all night, she swung her tongue lazily up and down the length of the straining cock. My cock, she thought, dreamily, fighting a desire to suck it off right then and there.
Carl tried to control the shaking in his knees. The thrusting, throat-hungry cock of his was on the edge of the abyss. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined her doing this to him. Even his wife had never offered, never wanted, never loved him enough to do this. He gave a frustrated, choking cry, released her hair and placed his hands flatly on the curving hardness of her spine. "Merciful God!" he moaned, unable to halt the jerky thrust of his hips which made the head of his cock slam against the back of her throat. Then, almost immediately, she gave him the first good suck and he thought he would go insane. The next moment she was mixing chewing motions with generous sucks along his cock. Sucks so good they brought the boiling semen careening out of his balls and along the convulsing stem of his cock. He hung there, shivering, shaking, not knowing what to do.
Karen sucked in air. The wave of possessiveness which had filled her before, adding to her lust, was now an unleashed gale sweeping in gusts. She wanted his cum. All of it. She must leave none for anyone else. Not even his wife. She grappled with his balls and found them bobbing in one big mass. She clutched them longingly, tenaciously, as if at any moment another female hand may find them. Then she closed her mouth tightly, her cheeks puffing as she brought his masculinity showering into her throat.
Carl fought desperately to hold back, but the battle was lost. The fabulous body with the swinging hair and the jiggling young tits was too much. He stared fascinated at her bulging cheeks and then with a cry, he came. "Holy Christ!" His cry was like that of a trapped animal which has managed to break free. Then his jerking cock blasted again, ricocheting the fiery sperm into the waiting, welcoming young throat.
Karen sucked him out until he dropped to his knees. He was gulping for air and she held his face. Then slowly and lingeringly, she kissed him on the mouth, the muskiness of his semen like some aphrodisiac which would make them recover to fuck.
It was midnight when they did. She only had to suggest it before his cock stiffened as it if couldn't wait.
They were lying side by side in grass, Karen on one elbow, her face above his. She had been kissing him lightly and then felt the urge. Now as she expertly caressed his tired cock, it sprang into rigidity and she bared the glimmering head.
Carl felt his hard-on and shivered. Never in his life had he fucked three times like this.
"Get up, lazy," she chided him. "Time for a little fucking." She lay back and stretched out her legs. "Straight fucking, remember." She held up her arms and he climbed onto her, resting his big cock on her pelvis as his hands fondled her tits. "Don't tease," she whispered, pecking his mouth with hers. Then a wide grin crossed her face as he slid the big shaft down over her mound and through her thin pubic hair. "Aaaaah...." she groaned as he slipped his cockmeat slowly and deliciously into her waiting tunnel.
She lay there, not moving, her body building with a saturating lust as the huge prong glided effortlessly in and out. She closed her eyes, savoring every inch of his magnificent prick as it labored beautifully. "God, that's marvelous," she murmured. His hands were milking at her tits in time to his thrusting. "That is really something." She kept her legs still, but moved her hips in a rocking, swaying motion which accepted the big cock without exciting it too much. This time they must last. They must make this the big one. She churned slowly, delighting in the spurting jerks of the massive rod inside her.
They kept it up for ages, unable to believe their own ability to make it last so long. She still pecked at his mouth and he still milked her tits. And all the time the fabulous penis slid and pushed its way into the peak of her hot cunt. Once it slipped out, but it went right back in with neither of them moving. Its reentrance was a full-length plunge which made her gasp.
"You are some fucker," she managed to blurt out.
"And you can really screw."
It was all they could say. The mounting bliss, the heavenly prodding of his expert prick were too wonderful and too demanding to enjoy listening to each other talk.
Almost unnoticeably, their breathing quickened. His cock thickened, widening her nervous twat so that it twitched and grasped at the driving, lunging rod. His hands quickened on her tits and she wanted to taste his mouth, to rake it with her tongue.
They were high when they realized what was happening. They started the kiss, their tongues lashing out of control. Then their bodies screamed for the finale, his fabulous cock reaming out her hole as her young, lithe body trembled with desire.
"Fuck me," she groaned, drawing up her knees and placing them against his thrashing waist to hold him in place.
"I have to," he mumbled through their lips, his itching, burning cock a driving ramrod. "Jesus, do I have to." Her liquid smooth thighs against his body were driving him wild. He flung his tongue into her throat, rode up over her so that his big prick could lunge down into the hot wetness of her slit. Then, as she flung her long legs up over his back, he had a blackout, thrashing his shaft into the velvet pocket which sucked and gobbled until his fuck-juice exploded in a blazing sunburst.
CHAPTER TEN
Connie Foster watched her daughter Gini strut across the yard toward the stable. The girl was wearing a white polo-necked sweater which was far too tight, a burgundy miniskirt which barely encroached over her hips and high leather riding boots against one of which she was slapping a leather riding crop.-It was quite obvious, decided Connie, that her daughter was cock teasing. She felt sorry for the hired hands.
Gini, however, was feeling sorry for no one but herself. Karen had won the jumping honors at the horse show only to have Gordon Thompson give her, as an outright gift, the beautiful young stallion, Kuwait. Why the silly old fart would give Karen anything was beyond Gini's imagination. And why anyone but a stupid old man like Thompson would give anyone at Bramblelea a horse was too senile an idea to even think about.
She had managed to retaliate at the barbecue given in honor of the joining of the two farms, however. About a hundred people had gathered in a meadow near the Thompson place and Gini had managed to get pleasantly drunk. She then had a ball teasing most of the males and openly slipping Gordon affectionate feels which he did his best to enjoy and at the same time fend off before anyone caught them.
Karen had been infuriated, Gini recalled, smiling to herself. Her young sister must really be in love with the old coot to be so jealous. The idea intrigued her, because she could see Thompson as an affectionate old stud whose cock could be put to good use when necessary, but hardly could she see him as a lover.
She strode into the stable, noted the positions of the three hands in various horse stalls and went in search of her brother. Her big breasts moved restlessly behind her sweater and she didn't have to check and see the men were watching her. Their individual focusing caressed her gently swaying globes just as much as if it were their hands, lifting and molding them. Her miniskirt, too, emphasized by the big boots which shaped her calves, would naturally draw attention to her thighs. She had studied the effect in the mirror after dressing. Even her mother's eyes had misted erotically at the sight of her thighs.
Grant was brushing the Shetland mare and Gini stopped to watch. The man they called Carl was not too far away, grooming the Arabian. It was perfect for what she had in mind. Now that she and Karen were openly at war over Gordon Thompson, this younger stud could fuck her any time he wanted to. Preferably, she decided, cunningly, at some time and place where Karen would catch them.
She stuck her thumbs in the top of her miniskirt so that her breasts, full and ripe, would be particularly attractive. "Hi, Grant," she said, flashing him a wide smile which surprised him. "Been getting much lately?"
The question startled her younger brother. His face got red, but he said nothing.
She saw out of the comer of her eye that Carl had stopped grooming the Arabian to admire the view. "Oh, come on now," she said, keeping her voice loud enough to reach the other man. "You're getting it into Becky Stewart, and everyone knows around here."
Grant stopped brushing the pony and stared at her, puzzled. "I know Becky," he said, a vision of the young redhead with her nicely pointed tits bringing a glow to his balls, "but I've ... I've...." Gini couldn't resist the cue. "Never been into her?" she laughed. "Who are you kidding, Grant. I wasn't born yesterday."
Before he could start brushing the Shetland again, it nuzzled in his crotch.
To Gini, the scene couldn't have been more perfect if she had written the script. "She wants to suck you!" she cried, delightedly. Then, unable to stop herself, she allowed her eyes to roam over to Carl while she was still laughing. He immediately looked elsewhere but not before she caught the gleam in his eyes.
Try as Grant might, he could not discourage the pony from nuzzling at his balls. He became more and more frustrated as his hard-on became more pronounced. He tried to stay facing the other way so that Gini wouldn't see his bulge. Her big, bouncy tits weren't helping any, either. These past few months, they had bothered him no end.
"She's getting you hard," grinned Gini, putting her folded arms on the top board of the stall gate. Her big breasts were now thrust through the second and third boards, while her ass in the aisle was almost exposed beneath the lifted miniskirt. Each of the hired hands in turn found some excuse to use the wide aisle while she stayed in this position.
"Were you going somewhere?" asked Grant, at last. He couldn't remember when Gini had spoken so many words to him.
"Not if you want me," she said, lowering her voice purposely so that the hands wouldn't hear. She dropped her eyes to Grant's puffy crotch. "You look as if you might."
The boy looked at her wistfully, trying to decide what he should do. His efforts that time with Karen had been disgustingly feeble and had left him embarrassed and filled with a feeling of inadequacy.
"How about a fast ride?" she asked, a knowing look on her face. She looked around the stable. "It's not very private in here." The thought of Grant fucking her had brought a numbing, swelling feeling to her tits.
Grant lowered his head and resumed brushing the pony's mane. "I think they're about to leave," he said softly.
They eventually did, but not before their eyes had helped make Gini feel more sensuous and in need of a good fucking than before. The narrow waist and slim hips of Carl made her decide more than ever that the man was made for screwing.
When they had disappeared, she went into the stall, opened her hand and clutched at Grant's cock through his pants. "Mnnn...." she sighed approvingly. "You've been growing and I didn't even notice." She ran down his zipper, searched inside and wrapped her cool, slim fingers around his upthrust prick. Gently she squeezed it before feeling his balls. They were like big pebbles, smaller than most she had felt recently. Maybe he didn't fuck that much, she decided. Then she said, "Let's go upstairs to the room in the back."
She made him follow her so that he could watch her ass. Then in the room she watched him undress, her eyes taking in the young, proud prick with the small scrotum hanging lightly below. "Do you fuck?" she asked. "Really fuck?" She stood the crop in the corner, caught the hem of her sweater and swept it up over her head.
"No ... I ... no, I ... haven't." He had been tempted to mention the time with Karen, but decided he wouldn't.
Gini laughed. "No kidding," she said, surprised.
Then she caught sight of his wide eyes as they studied her beautiful tits. She cupped them for him. "Nice, eh?" she grinned. "Want to feel them?" She moved over against him as she fumbled with her skirt and then her panties. Then when she was naked she pressed herself against him, feeling his young cock thrust itself enticingly against her belly, the tight, young balls in her pubic hair. "You can squeeze them, silly," she said as his hands moved shakily over her quickly swelling breasts.
Grant gave a deep groan as her hands found his cock. It was one thing having the pony nuzzle it, but to have urgent, expert fingers rub at his proud, pulsing prick was heaven on earth.
"You're not going to come, are you?" asked Gini. The trembling of the youth and the way his cock was jerking without her even doing much to it, had her worried.
"I ... I ... think so," he stammered.
"Jesus," she said softly, unable to believe it. Even virgins like a little screwing around. "Let's lay down," she suggested, disappointed.
He stared as she lay down in the straw. Her body reminded him of those in a magazine he had smuggled into his bedroom one day. The domes of her breasts towered up from her chest. And now that she spread her legs, the warm, welcoming cunt covered in fair hair appeared to be winking at him. He caught his breath, dropped to his knees and stayed there as his eyes gloated over her fabulous body.
Gini looked at him puzzled as he knelt between her thighs. His lovely cock, which she would have liked to have sucked, was jerking uncontrollably-and Grant was only looking. A globule of thin sperm appeared at the head, hung there, and then floated teasingly down the bared crown to be lost on the stem. His face was bright red and he was having difficulty breathing. "Well?" she inquired. "Don't you know where to put it?"
He fell on her voluptuous flesh, his hands grabbing the ripe, swollen domes as his hips worked to find the place for his cock. Before he could find it, the enveloping sensuousness of his sister encased him. Her exquisite ripeness, her unbelievable softness were overwhelming. He froze on top of her, his mouth working, but his body and his hands were paralyzed.
She reached between them quickly, found the throbbing young cock and slipped it into the wetness of her cunt. Then she grabbed his hips and tried to make him fuck. "Jesus!" she cried despairingly. "How about trying, for Christ's sake."
The clasping of his prick brought a jabbing, jolting current through his balls. He managed to lift his hips and after several attempts found a half-hearted way to thrust. To make matters worse, his sister was acting the same way Karen had. Sort of disgusted, impatient and not a little frustrated. She was jerking her hips trying to get as much of his cock into her, but he or she or both of them were completely out of time.
The entire operation was bewildering to Gini. Her brother had enough cock to satisfy her, but for some reason she could not get it all. At least three good solid inches eluded her and the throbbing head was already making as if it would pop. "Jesus, can't you do better than that?" she groaned. She reached around him, grasped the cheeks of his ass and lunged against him. Now, at least, her springy, reaching clit was getting some attention, although it wasn't enough. She caught at his balls with one hand, holding them back tightly as she sank a finger of her other hand into the tight, unyielding asshole.
But nothing seemed to happen. His pleasure bordered on an explosion that never quite came.
He brought his face down onto the tits, fumbled with his hands for her nipple and then sucked furiously, pleased at Gini's response. The moan in her throat brought the first encouraging ache in his balls.
"That's it," she gasped. "Just keep fucking. Just keep fucking." It was in no way near a good screwing, but now she was stuck with it, and had to find some satisfaction. "Yes, damn you," she snapped. "Just keep on fucking." His mouth on her nipple was the best thing he had done. Maybe if her tit was hanging he could at least suck on it like a baby. She flung him over onto his back before he realized what was happening. Then she had mounted him and found the full length of his cock inside her for the first time. "Like this," she taught him, working her hips furiously in an up-and-down motion that made him cringe and clench his fists. "Just fuck, fuck, fuck until it comes."
His eyes were wide as they settled on her swinging boobs. They were even more tantalizing now that they hung down. His hands flew wildly to one, catching it, and as his sister lowered herself nearer, he sucked viciously, bringing a welling warmth to her mounting orgasm.
"Oh, yes ... oh man, yes."
Her words brought a startling shock of confidence to his chest. His young cock stiffened, strained in the encasing sheath. Her nipple was now like a bullet, convincing him he was pleasing her. He jerked his hips as she lifted, amazed to find the resulting motion pleased them both. Then a split second after he hit the ground, her lovely hot, clasping cunt was back around his cock. He tried it again, the lust in his balls unbearable as he nibbled on her tit and at the same time tried to keep in time.
"Jesus, oh Jesus. You've got it at last." Her orgasm was ready and she lifted herself, waiting. The firm young cock arrived in her slit, hung there and started to leave. Then she slammed down, the rim of her frantic hole grabbing at the base of the rigid rod, holding it firmly until it was ready to eject. "Oh, Holy God!"
What the jet of fuck-juice lacked in quality it made up in speed. It spurted plentifully against her cervix bringing on her own flood of cum, deluging the straining cock as her brother twisted and thrashed beneath her. His teeth bit her nipple and she cried out in pain. Then she fiendishly cleaned his cock, her cunt ravishingly sucking at it as her hips methodically, rhythmically bobbed up and down.
Finally she fell on him. "Holy shit," she gasped. "Holy shit, that was good." She crushed her mouth against his. It was the first time they had kissed. She forced her tongue inside. His young, virgin-like cock gave another startled jerk.
Gini rolled away from Grant slowly, his cock causing a shudder as it brushed at her swollen clit. She took the stiff prick in her hand. It was dripping wet and slippery and it kept sliding out of her grasp. "You just need more practice," she said, thoughtfully. "I really thought you were screwing Becky." She reached under and clutched his balls. They were bigger than before, more swollen, but still a far cry from a grown man's. She raised herself onto one elbow, the voluptuous breasts hanging from her chest in all their glory. She rubbed his cock, a little surprised it was still hard.
Her hand playing with his prick and the dangling tits a few inches from his face brought renewed lust to his loins. That and the success he had just had in pleasing her. The more he thought about it, the more he was amazed that it was Karen who had been impatient with him and not Gini. Gini had encouraged him, tried to teach him. Yet Gini was the short-tempered, domineering type. He brought one hand up to the nearest tit, his fingers sinking into the ripe fullness, the exquisite softness. As he did, Gini made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and shafted his cock to the base, holding it there as the glimmering, wet knob stood up boldly, pulsing gently and brazenly straining.
Gini caught her breath, her eyes filling with lust. Most men went at least partially limp for a time, but Grant's young cock was still hard, still demanding attention. She couldn't believe it. She decided it must be making up for lost time. His hand squeezing her breast brought a raging fire into her tits and the cock in her hand looked appetizing, even delicious. She leaned forward, mesmerized, her wide eyes focusing on the gleaming pinkness. Then she lovingly opened her mouth and slipped the torrid shaft in her mouth.
"Oh ... oh, God!" The shocking warmth and softness of her mouth was incredible. His hand flew to the other breast, kneading it, finding the pert, jutting nipple to pull and fondle.
Gini moved over, hovered, and then accepted the full length. She moved her fingers from the base so that his silky pubic hair surrounded her lips, tickling her. Her tongue touched the pulsating cock for the first time, coursing upward as the stiff column trembled until it started a stabbing, fluttering motion down again.
The boy's hips jerked uncontrollably. "No ... no ... please, no." The blaze in his cock was unbearable. "Gini ... Gini ... please."
She withdrew her tongue slowly with her lips, drawing them tightly over the taut pink skin to the head and then completely from the cock. "You need that," she said softly, but with a trace of authority. "That makes it good and strong, the way girls like it."
But he tried to sit up, his hands going to her head, managing to get some hold. "No. At least not now."
She gave him a broad smile. "You know we never waste cock on a stud farm." She brought her hand into play, hating to see the throbbing young prick not used. Then slowly, not wanting him to refuse, she swung one leg over his thighs and guided the stiff, wet cockstem into her slit. When he fell back and closed his eyes, she mounted him squarely, sat up and held the throbbing cock rigid so that it strained and reared inside her hot cunt. The walls of her hot cunt sucked and grasped at the intruder. She worked her muscles against his, watching the perspiration break out on his forehead as he flung his head from side to side.
He opened his eyes and found her towering above him. Her hands cupped her magnificent tits, lifting them slightly so that the nipples stood out like miniature thumbs. "No, Gini no ... God, I can't stand it."
She grinned down as his cock pulsed inside her. It was reaching now, wanting to eject. "Just let it come," she said softly. "That's it, just let it come."
The youth shuddered, his face twisted into an agonizing mask that made her more excited. His cock was palpitating in her slit, filling her with a craving need only he could fulfill. It was becoming obvious she would have to bring his cum as she had before and she started to fall forward. As she did, Sam, the black Labrador, strolled in with his long tail swaying.
Gini looked at the dog angrily. It was all she needed right now to put her brother off. She waved her hand at the dog, not wanting to scream at it. That would really throw Grant off. She decided to ignore it and she stretched out on the boy, sighing delightedly as the stiffness in his cock persisted.
But Sam had caught the familiar whiff of cum and was searching for the source. It didn't take the animal long. Dribbling trickles of fresh juices were flowing freely around the base of Grant's upthrust cock. Gini had seen to that with a startling mini-orgasm which had just made her shudder with ecstasy.
Gini crushed her mouth on Grant's. Her brother had apparently had his eyes closed when the dog came in and was unaware of its presence. She pushed her tongue through his stubborn lips and swept it around inside, but his tongue lay dormant in the bottom of his mouth. She began a thrusting motion with her tongue, wanting him to chew it or fence with it, but he did neither. She opened her own eyes to see the back half of Sam as he sank his face between her thighs. She was startled to see his prick was extended a good three inches. The sight of it brought a spasm of lust into her cunt and just then Sam gave his first lick.
Both Gini and Grant almost left the straw. The dog's tongue had caught the curving base of the youth's cock just above his dangling balls, and then swept up to touch the upper rim of Gini's cunt. Just as they recovered, the second long lick started and both soon were jerking spasmodically, lust and desire sweeping them both so that their heads were swimming. Almost immediately the dog began a steady, lingering lashing of the entire area.
"What ... what...."
But Gini loved it and she rewarded the willing animal with another bursting orgasm. "Shhh ... He won't hurt you," she whispered. "It really feels good."
Grant's hips thrust excitedly for the first time. Not quickly, but in spasms. He had opened his eyes when the first licking of his cock took place, saw it was Sam and was instantly turned off. Then the second lick and the third confirmed what Gini had just said. It was good. His hips flipped again and his cock was about to burst. He opened his eyes once more and was startled to see Gini was playing with the dog's long cock. His hips flipped again and he spurted some juice into Gini's clutching cunt.
"That's it," she said, feeling his little spurt. "It's better this way, so let's enjoy it." The dog moved away from her reach, frustrating her. The feel of the long, slim prick had mounted another orgasm. She hadn't even started to rub the dog's slippery, pink cock, but had simply clenched her fist around it. Just then the licking stopped, but not before the dog now standing behind them had dug his long pointed tongue into the narrow space between the cock and the top of Gini's slit. "Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, waiting for the next such intrusion. But it didn't come and her brother's cock was throbbing and her own cunt was so itchy she could have scratched it. "Shit!" she moaned and started to work her hips and thighs and cunt at the same time. "Just fuck," she insisted, forgetting the dog.
She raised herself on straight arms beyond her brother's shoulders. His hands immediately came to her tits, and she worked her cuntlips around his upthrust pole. "Beautiful," she whispered as his fingers dug right into her splendid breasts. She was still a little astounded that the boy's cock would stay hard for a second fuck. She was proud of him, in fact. While he may not be too good at fucking properly on top, it was something she would love to teach him. "Isn't that nice?" she murmured. She moved to and fro so that his cock would strike her clit.
"Heavenly."
"You're doing much better." She brought her knees into his waist, widening her asscheeks and sinking her cuntlips closer into his pubic hair. "Even on my tits, you're better." He was pulling at her nipples. "That's it. They won't fall out." The rage in her breasts was wonderful. She lifted her face to stare at the roof, making them hang out better as her brother tweaked her nipples. "Oh, yes."
"I'm ... I'm ... coming."
"Lovely," she moaned. She had suspected he was ready by the twitching of his young prick. Then shock and dismay swept through her as Sam's paws hit her shoulders. "Oh! Oh! Jesus." The wet cockhead hit her cunt, above the reaching, straining cock of her brother. Wanton, disgusting lust swept through her as she imagined the dog fucking her at the same time. "Oh! Yes, yes," she gasped.
But Sam was finding it difficult to hit the hole. He never had this trouble with his mistress when she was bent forward, her arms on the bed. He poked and poked, his cock dripping and throbbing unbearably. He whined and that didn't help. The swollen cockhead just brushed hair and wetness, and he had lots of that himself. With a despairing lunge he struck hot human flesh. The force of the thrust arched his blazing pink cock upward, and then with a shock his slim, long cock at last found a home.
Gini almost passed out. The long, slender rod swept into her ass with such speed and precision that for a moment she wasn't sure what had happened. "My God!" The wet prick was driving in and out and the sensation was fantastic. She crushed her knees into her brother's waist even more. This spread her welcoming hole for Sam, precious Sam with that slick, slim pole sliding into her so deliciously. The dog's hips and thick hair were something else again, brushing and teasing at her entire ass. "Oh, I love that."
Grant wasn't too sure what was happening. His cock was on the brink of popping its full load and Gini's excitement had spread to him. The way she ground around his cock was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. He wished it could last forever. "Oh, Jesus," he groaned, flipping and rocking his hips to get his cock higher inside her. Her tits were driving him mad and he wished he could chew on one. "Gini! Gini! I'm...."
He never finished and Gini wasn't listening anyway. Her eyes were a hazy screen through which she saw nothing clearly. The two cocks inside her were making music she would never forget. She tried to keep her buttocks nicely spread and open and in time to both her beautiful fuckers. Grant was coming now. His cock was thicker and it was reaching, making itself ready. Yes, but the other.
Sam came first, because he couldn't wait. The tight, puckered hole was much tighter than he was used to. He had quickened his pace so that the slimy rod snaked ravishingly in and out of the neat little hole. Then he had thrust himself close and ejaculated happily into the hot, moist hole, shuddering until he had eked out the last of his precious fluid. He waited a moment more, his body lurching with the movement of the bodies under him. Then he jumped down, smelled the lovely aroma of human semen and licked thoughtfully at the ready supply.
Sam's licking was all the other two needed.
"Oh Jesus, fuck me, Grant. Just keep fucking me."
It was a chain reaction. His sister's pleading brought the bursting of his balls so that his sperm spat viciously into her lovely cunt. His hips flipped in rhythm as her opening clung and drank from his rearing shaft. "Oh ... great God almighty." Would her warm, sucking cunt ever stop? He shivered ecstatically as she slowly stopped. Then as her face came to his he wrapped his arms around her and gave the first full, appreciative kiss.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the end, it was Kerry who united the two sisters. Several things happened which helped soften Karen's feelings toward Gini. Carl always insisted Gini never appealed to him. She had big tits, it was true, but so did his wife. The second thing which helped was Gini's affection for Kuwait, the Arabian Mr. Thompson had given Karen. Gini spent more time asking Karen's permission to ride and train and groom him than she had doing anything else on the farm.
The day of the reconciliation, both girls were feeling particularly sex-starved. Karen and Carl hadn't managed to get together-they never fucked on the farm anymore, considering it too risky with the enlarged operation of the two farms now involving so many people. And besides, screwing out in the wilds by the pond was so good, they preferred to wait longer and do it there. Grant had been laid up with the flu for ten days and Thompson had gone on vacation with his wife, so Gini was feeling particularly itchy-cunted.
Gini had ridden the palomino stallion back from the riding club, tended to its needs and then ambled over to the stall where Karen was brushing the foal. The foal had grown fast but at its height of ten hands, or forty inches, it would not grow much taller. It had thickened out, however, and it had the docile qualities of the Shetland breed.
Karen was brushing the mane and the pony was licking in her crotch. She was wearing a miniskirt, knowing this would happen if she was willing to allow it. Today was one of those days when she wanted it. She was enjoying it so much she did not realize her sister had finished grooming the stallion and was standing at the stall watching her.
"That makes a beautiful picture."
Karen looked up startled, her cheeks coloring slightly. "Oh, hi, Gini," she said nervously. She pushed at the pony's head, trying to get it away from her crotch.
"Don't mind me," laughed Gini. "I envy you having your cunt licked." The animal was reaching out with its head, its tongue darting out four or five inches in an attempt to resume lapping at the luscious fluid. "He loves to fuck, too, as you very well know."
Karen looked curiously at her sister.
Gini couldn't believe Karen wasn't aware of the fact the young Shetland could actually screw. "Funny," she said, deciding her younger sister wasn't just being naive. "I always thought that was why you two were so attached to each other. I mean, Kerry has a lovely cock." She opened the gate to the stall, reached under and fingered the end of the animal's cock. A glow of lust started in Gini's tits as her fingers fostered the first stirrings of the aroused prick. She glanced up at Karen standing at the animal's head. "Let him lick again. That's right, lift that darned skirt." Karen's eyes, she noted, were smoldering pits of passion.
"I've seen it, of course, when he has been pissing," said Karen. She was thrusting her hips so. that the pony could make long lashes at the crotch of her panties. The feeling in her cunt with each stroke was sheer madness.
"Oh, it's not hard. He has a beautiful cock on .him." Her hand was clasping the shaft, which was already about five inches and still growing. "He loves to fuck, don't you Kerry?"
Karen looked at her sister incredulously. She thought she had been bestial, teasing the pony and allowing it to lick out her cunt. "You don't mean ... I mean, he hasn't fucked you, has he?" The image of the Shetland mounted on Gini brought a flood of juices into her raging opening. She slipped her fingers into the elastic of her panties, pulled them down at the front far enough to feel the savage tongue sweep over her cuntlips. She waited for the next one at which time he would probably sweep inside, lick her out and bring that sensational feeling of being entered as he always did.
"That day I had the pinto. After the studding which made me hairy and I took Kerry along. Remember?"
"Yes." Karen's eyes were glued to her sister's hand, which was clutching the mushroom head, squeezing it. Then moving up into the lovely shaft and squeezing that, too.
"It rained and we went to the old Ferguson bam. I amused myself with the pinto's cock and Kerry here got quite hairy. I was still too dumb to think of Kerry even after he smelled my cum and started doing that-licking my cunt. But him doing that made me want to bring the pinto to unleash his load. His cock is enormous so I could only lick it. That's when this young stud climbed onto me. Gave me quite a fucking too. Every bit as good as most men because he doesn't know when to stop." Gini dropped to her knees in order to use both hands, clasping the knob in one and running her hand lightly up the thickening shaft.
The sight filled Karen with a consuming lust. The big wrinkled cock was as big as a man's but possibly thicker. She pushed at her panties, trying not to disturb the pony whose wet mouth was slobbering delightfully all over and around her twitching cunt.
"Take them right off," grinned Gini. "Then turn around. He can clean about five inches out with each lick, and drive you around the fucking bend." Karen couldn't comply with the suggestion fast enough. She'd never thought of letting Kerry do it this way. "Really?" she asked, her voice cracking with excitement. Then before Gini could answer, the Shetland licked quickly around the opening and then the coarse, rough tongue glided teasingly up the long hot slit. "Jesus! Does he ever!" Karen flung her hands against the wall and rode out the storm of sensuality which swept through her young body.
Gini watched the pony's renewed efforts. "Spread your feet a little more, and see if you can touch your toes. That way he gets right in."
"Oh, God, you bet. Man! That is really something." She was sure it was six inches into her. And the way the animal knowingly wiggled the tip of its tongue, wanting every drop. Then the withdrawal. That was almost too much. The scooping effect along the walls of her throbbing channel. She scrunched her eyes closed and gave a long groan which lasted the time it took the Shetland to retrieve its delicious tongue. "Holy Mary, that's almost too much." But by then it was back, slithering, sliding, gliding up. She had another orgasm to supply his needs. Then the wiggle. "Jesus!"
Gini's panties were soaked watching the animal's face at her sister's lovely, folded ass. The wetness of Karen's asscheeks vouched for the thoroughness of the Shetland. She watched the animal get ready to sink his tongue again, Karen arching her back in order to get as much of it into her. "God, that looks beautiful."
Karen waited for the withdrawal, gritting her teeth. "Jesus, but it is good."
Gini grasped the thick cock, one fist above the other. "He's about ready." She waited until the pony had inserted his tongue again. "He doesn't wet it. I guess he's too young." She clenched her fists tightly and watched the throbbing head. "I'll wet it. Then I'll give him a little teasing. By then he should be ready to give you a good fucking."
Karen almost choked. The tongue was at the wiggling stage, sending rocketing thrills through her loins. She turned in time to see her sister move to the enormous shaft, her hands steering it outward. The purple-black head was dull and dry until Gini's tongue flashed out, curling around it smoothly as she washed it. "It looks awful big," groaned Karen.
Gini held it admiringly, her eyes bright and streaked with lust. "That's a fantastic cock. Come now and I'll help him get it' into you." She lapped her tongue over the throbbing globe again as Karen came to stare at the big prong. The foal was so low-slung the knob of his cock was only a few inches from the floor. "Now, isn't that a beautiful cock?" Gini glanced around. "Get that box for his forelegs. He likes his front feet on a box."
Karen did as she was told, excitement coursing through her veins, her nerves raw from the licking of her cunt. She fell on her knees, moved under the heaving belly, waited for the pony as it shifted its hind feet. Then put her own feet between the pony's as Gini gave her the first taste of the massive cockhead as she pressed it against her sister's pulsing opening. "Good grief."
"Isn't it beautiful?" She took the lips of Karen's cunt and parted them with her fingers and thumb. "The head's fantastic going in." She squeezed the mushroom with her other fingers and gently pried it in.
"Oh my sainted aunt," groaned Karen, unable to believe the sensations in her cunt, not even sure if she could stand it. The mushroom head had spread free of Gini's fingers, crushing Karen's clit, filling the entire cuntal area. Her opening was a furnace and the rim of her twat was so tight it felt like breaking. "Holy mother of God, that's utterly fantastic."
Gini was on her feet, shedding her cum-saturated pants. "I'm going to let him lick me. He likes to lick when he fucks," she said, hurrying as the animal was getting restless. She lifted her miniskirt-it was a burgundy-colored one which barely covered her cunt. "He'll slide all eight or nine inches into you at once," she pointed out as calmly as if she was explaining riding to a young child. "It'll send you way out into outer space, but hang in there. It's absolutely staggering." She went to the animal's head and it snorted with delight. The nostrils flared wide and then delicately it pressed its velvety soft nose against her pelvis. She kept her thighs closed, making the tongue push and twist through the narrow, tight crack between her soft, smooth thighs. "Oh, yes," she moaned as the wet slippery tongue grated past her cuntlips, through the tangled pubic hair and on toward her ass. There it hesitated. It was too dry right there. Then back it came, carefully searching for the opening and finding it. The tonguetip dug in the folds. "Jesus, precious Jesus." She couldn't take it and opened her thighs, the tongue now lashing, licking, cleaning out her burning, scorching opening.
"Oooow! ... Merciful God!"
As Gini had parted her thighs for the searching tongue, the Shetland's lust brought a blaze into its balls. The warmth around its cockhead encouraged it more to sink its thick rope-like cock inside the warm, wet slit. It moved in slowly, fortunately for Karen. Kerry was enjoying the raking tightness as much as Karen enjoyed the penetration.
To Karen, who had already decided she would ride with the animal's thrust, the intruding cock was almost incredible. "I'm bursting apart," she cried, "but God! It's heavenly."
"It's just thicker, that's all," Gini assured her, unfastening her skirt and preparing to bend over and let the Shetland have its fill from behind. Now that Karen was settled, she could find some relief herself.
"Holy God, he's not going back."
Gini laughed. "He's a tease. He did that to me. Showing off how thick he is." The tongue slid in. "Holy God!"
The pulsing mushroom head slipped into a space at the top of her cunt. Karen didn't know enough about it to know what it was. It could be her cervix or her womb and right now the pulsing, throbbing head was sending wild thrills racing up and down her cunt, the like of which she had never known before. She reached behind to feel at her slit. Kerry had an inch more, but Karen was convinced she didn't need it. Just as she came to that conclusion, the Shetland started the withdrawal, wicked streaks of ecstasy surged through Karen's pulsing channel as the big thick cock was pulled back. "Holy cats!" she cried. But then almost immediately the pony thrust back in, his cockhead ramming against her cervix so hard she was forced to arch her back. Then she fought for breath as an orgasm burst, drenching the pulsing cock and giving her temporary relief.
The pony rocked its haunches as the slick channel in which its prick was imbedded became warm and snuggling with the orgasm. It had no idea what to do back there and the licking was fantastically good in front. It nuzzled its flaring nostrils harder against the white-cheeked ass, then proceeded to lash its tongue around the opening, gathering up any stray dribbles that might be escaping. The procedure had Gini staggering from shock-waves. The Shetland was even more thorough than it had been the last time, she decided. She tried to spread her buttocks wider. Then, almost without thinking, she ran her finger between her legs, scooped up juice and then pushed Kerry's nose away until she had some in her asshole.
The Shetland saw the maneuver, licked immediately when her finger had gone and skewered into the tight puckered hole, bringing more wild thrills to the bursting Gini. While it did that, the first of a series of weird sensations began in its cock. It twisted and humped, moving its thick, throbbing shaft about three inches back and forth. It found this so absolutely pleasant, it quickly developed the technique so that now it flipped easily back and forth, speeding up the process as more lubricants arrived in the tight sheath to make it good and slippery.
"Oh God! I can't stand it." Karen was riding back and forth with the heavy, throbbing prong inside. The slamming at the top of her cunt frightened her and yet the heavenly movement brought sheer bliss to her loins. She tried to extend herself ahead of the pony's thrust, but usually she failed or the Shetland cunningly slammed the last inch in after she thought he was finished.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" groaned Gini, having just experienced her fifth or sixth orgasm. She had lost count. Her body had shuddered so many times, recovered and then waited for the next one. "What a fucker he turned out to be."
Karen was still trying to manage the thrusting shaft. If anything, it was wider than before, but she was grateful for the slippery, slobbery way it slid up into her, setting her cunt ablaze with each new thrust. She was panting too hard to cry out. All she could do was enjoy it. Adore it, was the word. The head slammed again, building her biggest climax which was forming with the steady, powerful thrusts. Her clit must be mashed, she decided, tensing as the animal lunged even harder. "Oh, man, at last!" she managed to cry. "Man, yes!" Then the convulsion staggered her. She clung desperately as the shaft sped up and down. In fact, she was almost too stunned to move. When she did, she threw herself forward, extricating the dripping cock so that her orgasm ran down the stiff, hot rod and onto her outstretched legs. "Jesus, have a try at that," she groaned, struggling out on her hands and knees. "I'll let him lick me off, if I can stand it."
Gini didn't have to be invited twice. The ache in her genitals was unbearable and she had been trying to think of something she could ram into her cunt. The invitation by Karen, too, brought a welling warmth into her tits, as she glanced affectionately at her sister. A moment later she was crouched, reaching behind her for the slippery, throbbing knob, parting her cunt to accept the monster. "Oh, heavenly! Good God!"
The pony couldn't believe its good fortune. Everything had suddenly stopped and a strange incomplete feeling filled its chest. But now his cock had found another warm sheath which readily wrapped itself around the tender, pulsing staff as he humped it in. And now his mistress was before him and his tongue was lapping at her delicious slit. Yes, this was the one he liked best. It smelled better, tasted better. He made a dart of his tonguetip and slid into the moist lips, separating them, finding the precious fluid.
"He didn't wait," cried Gini, a little disappointed that the Shetland had omitted to extend the full length of his magnificent cock inside and then hold it there. But then she was riding the new rocking motion he had developed while fucking Karen. "Jesus, he learned fast. Just fuck, Kerry, fuck." She was taking the full ten inches. It couldn't be less. The cockhead was banging her cervix, trying for her womb. She arched herself. She could take more.
But the pony had no more and the sensations behind him were excruciating. He waited for his mistress to turn around. Then he slid his long tongue inside her, his nostrils flaring at the ample supply of cum. Her ass was shuddering and shaking as he lashed in and out. He ran it down her luscious thigh, found nothing and lashed up the other one to her hole. He now glided into it, surprised to find it drying. But almost immediately, a new and fresher supply arrived.
"Yes, God, yes!" moaned Gini as her orgasm mounted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She braced herself as the pony withdrew the fabulous prick. Streaks of lightning bolted before her eyes. "Agh ... yes!" The shaft swept in, widening her channel, sweeping everything before it. The head struck the top and she shuddered as the flood burst, cascading down her cunt as the big head fell back for another lunge.
Karen hung on, waiting for Gini's climax. There was no telling what the excited foal might do if she took away his juice. She looked around and was startled what she saw. The expression on her sister's face was one of expectancy, anticipation or of impending doom. Suddenly, the expression changed to one of complete relief. One more thrusting lunge of the enormous cock and Gini held it breathlessly for a moment. Then she rolled forward until the mighty shaft was free. "Oh Christ," she managed to blurt out, as she rolled from under the animal's belly. "What a fuck!"
Karen joined her in the heap of straw in one comer. The Shetland, uncertain just what had happened, snorted and whinnied, swinging its narrow face around to nuzzle and smell at the two heaving bodies. It found Gini's wet slit with the mixture of his own cock smell and Gini's love juice. Tenderly, he licked as she parted her thighs, her huge breasts lifting and falling after the exertion.
"Clean it out," groaned Gini. "That's a boy." Then as an afterthought, "But don't get me started again. I couldn't stand it."
Both sisters laughed together, for the first time in months.
"I told you he was good," said Gini. She was completely exhausted and was already thinking of a warm shower and her bed.
"I wouldn't want him too often," admitted Karen. "God! Get to like him and you'd never want a man."
"That's true. But he's as big now as I could take him. He'll be too big from now on."
Karen gave a short laugh. "Good thing you thought of it today."
Gini affectionately patted her sister's thigh. "It made us friends again, didn't it?"
Karen nodded her head. "I guess I'm terribly jealous, anyway."
Gini didn't disagree. "Thanks for sharing your pony," she smiled. "I don't want to share your men."
