A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Jean Harris is a girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery blonde is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.
SISTER LOVES HORSES--the story of one girl tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"What a lovely horse!"
Jean Harris stood in the cavernous barn, her tight-fitting halter pressing suggestively against her thirty-six-inch tits. She was a little uncomfortable here in the country, having spent all her life in the concrete jungle of Los Angeles. Standing here now, feeling her feet sinking into the soft hay covering over the stable floor, she watched as her sister, Janice, brushed the black coat of her newest purchase.
"And cost me an arm, too," Janice said, laughing lightly as she moved the brush over the big animal's sides.
There was something about a horse, especially one as beautiful as this animal, Jean thought, rubbing her hand over her thighs. An odd rush of feelings was making her a little dizzy, a little out of focus as she watched her sister brushing the stallion. It was the change of scenery, the change of pace that was making her feel spaced. Of course, that was it. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans once more, ignoring the slow, but sure and steady build-up of sexual heat between her legs. I'm just acting silly, Jean thought to herself, swallowing a lump of fear and excitement.
"What's his name?"
"Niagara. Pretty, don't you think? And Fred Simmons told me he'll be a first-class stud. I should make a fortune, with him servicing all the mares in the county," Janice said, stopping her brushing for a moment and winking at Jean.
The twenty-four-year-old blonde blushed furiously under her sister's steady gaze. Janice knew she didn't like to hear that kind of talk. There was something horrible about listening to dirty jokes, especially coming from a woman. Janice certainly had turned somewhat vulgar since she'd inherited this property from their uncle and moved from Long Beach.
"Tell me, Jan, do you really like it out here? I mean, it seems so... so desolate," Jean said, trying to change the subject.
Janice stopped brushing again to cock her head and smile slyly at her sister. It was the kind of smile that made Jean feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, there's things to do out here. We're not total savages, you know."
"Well... I meant... " That smile! Jean knew what Janice was talking about. Men. Sex. She had always been a slightly wild one. And now she was throwing it up to her sister with just that knowing smile. The blush extended, burning the roots of her hair. Jean wanted to sink through the barn floor as that awful itch teased her swelling cuntlips.
"I know what you meant, Janice," the brunette said, turning away to resume her grooming.
Neither woman spoke for several minutes, the only sound being the horse's steady, even breathing. At times, he pawed the loose hay around his stall, turning his big black head around to stare at Jean. Those big brown eyes. How they made her tremble. He snorted, tossing his head up and down, his long black mane shaking from side to side.
Jean had always admired horses. They were beautiful creatures. But now Jean was feeling something else, something she found terribly upsetting. Of course, it had to be her imagination working overtime. Or perhaps she was simply tired. Why should she feel any sort of attraction to this beast?
"I've been meaning to ask you a question, Jean," Janice said, laying down the brush. She edged out of the stall, patting the snorting animal comfortingly against its side, then wiping her hand on a long white towel hanging at the front of the area. "Have you ever really... " She paused for a moment, biting on her lower lip, obviously weighing whether she should say anything. "Well, what I mean to ask is, have you every really been laid?"
What had she said? Jean's eyes widened, and her pulse quickened as she stood there in the barn in front of her sister. "What?"
"Well, I was just curious, Jean. I mean, I've never seen you go out; not unless we've doubled or something back in L.A. I was just curious," Jan said casually, brushing past her sister and wiping some of the hay stubble from her cotton shirt.
"Wait! You just can't ask me that kind of thing, and then walk away."
Jean followed her sister out of the barn, into the large, graveled yard. She lay one restraining hand on her sister's shoulder. The blonde's heart beat wildly.
"All right. I'm sorry," Janice said, brushing the hair from her eyes. A wind was picking up from the east. "I was just, well, you know, curious. Well have you? Have you ever fucked a man?"
"No," Jean answered, blushing.
Janice smiled and nodded. She brushed several strands of hair from her eyes.
"I didn't think so. Well, that can be remedied," she sighed, hooking one arm around her sister's waist and guiding her up to the rambling one-story ranch house. "There's a dance tonight. I want you to come. It's in town, and there's plenty of men there... all, well, anxious to meet women. And someone like you shouldn't have a problem meeting a guy."
"I... I don't think so, Jan. I mean... I wouldn't know what to do. And to go to a place just to meet somebody for... I can't say it."
"Oh, come on Jean. This is the twentieth century," Jan said, opening the door for her. "Hoop skirts went out a long time ago. Think about it. I'm going to clean up and go into town for a little shopping. Want to come along?"
"No, no thanks. I'll just rest up," Jean said, turning around and looking through the screen door at the barn. For some unknown reason, the image of that beautiful black stallion flashed across her mind. With that picture came the strange, throbbing feeling, a flush that radiated across her belly, her asscheeks, her cunt.
"And you'll take care of her, won't you, Shep?" Janice cooed.
The big, handsome German shepherd stretched out his front legs, spread his paws and yawned sleepily. He had been in front of the couch, his bushy tail curled around his hindquarters. He looked up questioningly, his tongue hanging out, as the two women stared down at him. He was a friendly dog, one of Janice's best companions.
Jean reached down, scratching the handsome shepherd behind his pointed ears. Shep nuzzled against her arm appreciatively, letting out small grunts of pleasure while her fingers brushed along his body.
"The two of you have a good time, now. I've got to buy some things for the dance. You want anything?" Janice called over her shoulder as she rushed upstairs.
"No, no, take your time. I'll be fine," Jean said, already having made up her mind not to go. Turning around, she sat down on the couch and listened to her sister bustling around upstairs.
Jean began wondering just how well she trusted herself now. Her mother was far away, in Palo Alto, unable to extend her considerable influence over her daughter any more. Of course, it was there, hovering over her like a black cloud whenever she thought about men, about fucking!
Jean knew how hot she really was, about how much she so desperately wanted to lose her cherry. There was little fun in sitting by herself at night, watching television, when there were clubs where men picked up women to fuck. Fuck. At times she thought about the man she would try to have pick her up--tall, dark handsome, bright eyes and well-built with enough...
But the thoughts brought on feelings, emotions she knew she couldn't handle. So Jean managed to push them out of her mind, tuck them safely away in some corner. That is, she managed to do that, until now. Once more, temptation arose in the form of that dance. She thought about all those husky ranch hands, the farmers of the area. They were hot, ready, willing and able. She could imagine her sister and how well she operated here. Oh, if only she had the courage, the nerve to get up and go to that party!
"Well, I'm off," Jan announced, rushing down the stairs. "Anybody calls, tell them I'll be back in an hour or so. See you then!"
Jan rushed out the door. Jean heard the pick-up truck start, then crunch over the drive to the main road. In a moment, she was alone, alone with the dog and the wind outside.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, and rested it against the sofa. That tickling, burning itch was getting worse again! Jean put one hand up to her burning forehead, and she rubbed her fingertips along her flesh. Her cunt felt hot and wet. When she moved her hips slightly, the velvety surfaces rubbed together and more juice oozed out. This was the worst it had been in a long time, perhaps ever.
"Dear, gracious God!"
She was breathing heavily now, as if she were rolling around in a bed with a man on top of her. God! She was thinking about that again, thinking about having men doing that to her, fucking her! Fucking. What a vulgar, yet exciting word.
Only bad women let men take advantage of them.
Again, her mother's croaking voice pried into her mind, making her stiffen, making her so terribly ashamed about the feelings she was sensing now between her shivering legs.
"Oh, mother, I'm sorry," she whispered, realizing at once how silly and awful this whole thing was. Her mother had been right. Perhaps in a few years, when she met a man who would respect her, perhaps marry her, Jean would do something in bed. But now it was just too embarrassing, too awkward to go out with a man.
She was thinking about men, about why they always assumed a girl was on the make when she went out. Why couldn't they leave her alone, just let her enjoy dinner without worrying about the inevitable pass she'd have to fight off at the front door.
Jean took in another deep breath, feeling a little better. She glanced down at her wristwatch. Four-thirty. The few hired hands Jan employed would be going home now.
Her sister had managed to start quite a stud ranch, converting their uncle's fields into grazing land for the animals. Success in business, and probably equal success in bed.
How Jean envied her, envied her freedom, her sexuality. Yes, tonight Jan would probably pick up some man. All sorts of images flashed through her mind as Jean thought of the dance she'd never attend.
"I... I can't go... I just can't."
Sitting up, putting one hand to her tits, Jean inhaled a sharp breath. Just that little movement, that slight shift of her hips sent shivers racing through her pussy. She felt her cuntlips curling over, the heat concentrating in that fuzzy bundle between her legs. No man had ever touched her there. No man had ever touched her at all.
"Dear... dear God!"
It was getting worse. It was a kind of attack, an attack of sexual arousal. And there was nothing in the world she could do.
Glancing down, she saw Shep staring curiously at her, his black nostrils quivering as he sniffed. His head moved up, his pointy ears pricking forward.
Jean fell back on the sofa. Dropping her hands to her thighs, she rubbed her legs over the thin Levi material. Even her moans had changed, becoming low and sexy. Somehow, the top two buttons of her thin cotton blouse had become undone. She arose to her feet again, feeling so woozy, so drunk.
Perhaps she should see a psychiatrist when she got back to L.A. next week. What would he do? Some, she heard, actually seduced their patients, fucked them right there in the office as a kind of treatment. Would she latch onto one like that? Perhaps she should go into the office and ask for an orgasm. Even the word sounded so clinical, like something you would pick off the pharmacy shelf at the market. Orgasms, take two. Again, the blonde smiled.
But there was little to laugh about. Her breathing was shallow and hot through her flared nostrils. She felt shakier than usual, not herself at all. It had been that way all day, and especially in the barn with that animal. Niagara! Why was she thinking of the horse now, when her cunt was aching?
"God!" she gasped.
Jean managed to stagger to the small bar Jan had just installed. Bottles, sparkling with gin, vodka and bourbon, lined one wall while several glasses stood like soldiers before her. A drink. That would take the edge off. Although Jean took very little liquor, she thought this was the occasion for it.
Her fingers trembled on the bottle as another rush of electric heat raced through her cunt. What was she to do?
"Uh!" Jean gasped in surprise. Something was pressing up against the seat of her pants. The dog! Damn, the dog! He was smelling her, sniffing her ass the way dogs sniffed other dogs' asses! "No!"
Horror and revulsion spread like a fever through the woman. Dropping the gin bottle to the floor with a dull thud, she wheeled around and slapped at the big German shepherd. She stumbled backward, overturning one bar stool. The crash startled both woman and beast.
"Get away from me, Shep. Just get away from me," she whispered.
Reaching back with one hand, Jean grabbed another bottle, this time wrapping her fingers more tightly around the neck. Shep had scooted away, then wheeled around to face her, his forelegs spread apart, his head down low, a steady growl in his throat. Was he going to attack? Was he going to try something funny with her? Whatever his plan, Jean wasn't going to let him do it. She didn't know how all this started. She didn't know how a docile, friendly dog had suddenly turned into some raging monster. But he wasn't going to hurt her.
"Get back, Shep, get back," she said threateningly, her eyebrows knitting together while she edged along the front of the counter. If only she could get to the kitchen doorway, she would rush out the house, then wait for Janice to return. "Now!" she cried.
The dog rushed her. Screaming, Jean hurled the bottle at him. She cried out with horror as the missile shot past Shep's right ear, shattering against the wall. The animal ignored the loud sound. He charged her, ramming his nose up against the seat of her Levi's. There was a resulting thrill that made her knees weak. Jean was horrified at the dog, and she was revolted at the feelings running riot through her mind now, bleaching out every decent, moral thought she had ever had. Clinging to the bar counter with one hand, she waved her other in front of her.
Shep nosed her shamelessly now, whimpering and keening through his nostrils. Jean tried kicking at him, but with little success. The room began to spin around her. With another groan, she felt herself slipping to the floor.
CHAPTER TWO
"My God, my God, what's happening to me... what?" Jean cried.
The dog swirled around, circling her, easily missing her fists and her legs as she knelt there on the floor by the bar. The carpeting was soaked with liquor, stinking of booze! What would she tell Jan? Certainly not the truth.
But that was another problem. Right now she had the dog on her hands, that awful dog nosing around her thighs, sniffing her cunt.
"Get... get away!"
Her commands had no effect on the animal. He was all over her, licking her sandaled feet, licking her face, then moving around and touching her ass with his cold, black snout!
Inhaling another ragged breath, Jean crawled forward, bumping her forehead against the sofa. Turning, she crawled toward the stairs. All the while, she was letting out long, shuddering breaths. Her tits were jiggling sexily in her bra, and her blouse slipped completely out of her Levi's.
"No!" Jean yelled.
She jerked one leg back, kicking again at the persistent beast. She was on the stairs now, gripping the polished oak handrail. Pulling herself up, she leaned heavily against the banister. Jean shook the long blonde hair from her eyes and peered at the pictures on the wall--horses, dogs, men on horses! Everything swam in front of her. She had to get away from this horrible, panting beast!
"Get... get down!"
Jean climbed the stairs. Even pursuing her, Shep couldn't do much on the steps. At the top of the second landing, the frantic woman gripped the handrail hard once more. Bending her right leg, she slammed her foot into Shep's head. The dog tumbled back several steps, giving her enough time to rush headlong down the hall, both hands outstretched. Her bedroom door was open. Running in, Jean slammed the door shut behind her, leaning heavily against it, breathing hard.
She was dizzy, faint with her own heat. She passed one hand over her forehead and felt her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her sweaty body. No, the animal couldn't possibly follow her in here. He couldn't break that door down.
After a moment or two, Jean felt a little better. She shrugged off her blouse, then reached around and slid off her bra. It felt so good having her tits freed from the halter. Reaching up, she cupped her tits in both hands and rubbed her thumbs over her large red nipples until they were stiff. She stopped. No sense in encouraging herself at this point.
Bending down, the young blonde zipped open her Levi's. She pulled down the jeans with her panties, then stepped from them. Looking to her right, Jean saw her reflection, her naked image in the full-length closet mirror.
"Ohhhh... " Jean sighed.
She was pretty, a beautiful woman, a classic blonde, some people would say. And all of it was going to waste because she was so hung-up on morality. That's what her friend, Jan, would say. Those boyish hips, that full, yet taut ass, her flat belly, her full tits which swelled like two fleshy waves from her chest--yes, there were men who would pay for a body like hers.
"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself.
Worked up. That would be the only thing that could explain it. All these years of frustration were taking their toll. Maybe she should kick off those old moral restraints, do what her sister had asked her to do and go to that silly dance. It was better, certainly, fighting off a man than a dog!
And there was no mistaking the face that she was excited. Very excited. There could be no denying the tenderness of her tits, the way her nipples glowed when she rubbed her fingertips over them. Jean felt a little breathless again, a little tired. She moved to the bed, then sat down. Lying back, she stretched across the nice, firm mattress. It was warm outside and here in the small bedroom. It felt comfortable and sexy lying there without a stitch on. Perhaps she would fall asleep and forget about what had almost happened there in the living room. She would think of something to tell Jan about the spilled liquor.
But could she really fall asleep now, with her pussy burning? She bit her bottom lip. Though she couldn't remember any particular incident, there was some unspoken law that made her feel guilty, terribly bad about touching herself. But, oh, it was the only thing she could do to take away the intense pressure in her pussy! It was either that or the dog! There could be no choice, as far as Jean was concerned.
"And what could be that wrong about it?"
Her whispers died in the room. She couldn't answer that question. But the woman knew there was a lump of throbbing flesh between her legs that could bring her more joy than anything she'd ever known in her whole life. How could anyone resist such temptation?
Jean sighed and touched her fingers to her thighs. She was panting hotly. No, there was no shame now. The excitement, that rousing tension she had felt with the German shepherd was growing even more intense. Her hands fluttered over her quivering belly, then slipped down over her navel, dipping between her cuntlips.
"Uhhhh... " she moaned.
Jean shook her head and pushed her fingers through her hair. Shep was there. She had heard him scratching behind the door, pawing the wood. Dear God, what could she be thinking of? There she was, wanting to do something with the dog, and she was too ashamed to touch herself!
Jean laughed, shaking her head from side to side. How ridiculous, how incredibly stupid the whole thing seemed! She smiled at her daring, and then inwardly frowned at the fact she could be considering such a terrible act. A dog!
But who would know? Who would come peeking around a corner, spying on her? The field hands were gone. Jan wouldn't be home for at least another half hour, probably longer.
Again, she stared at the big mirror on the closet door. Would someone at the dance like her? Would some complete stranger walk across the dance floor and take her in his arms? She wondered again and again about men as she examined herself. She was perfect... at least, she thought so. Jean looked at her curved, firm ass, the smooth flesh, no stretch marks, no blemishes to detract from her beauty. She was quite a woman. Yet Jean knew she was afraid of that title, afraid of being a complete woman.
"What... what am I doing?" she muttered.
Still watching herself in the mirror, still staring at her pouting lips, her flushed cheeks, the look of surprise in her eyes, she found herself leaning to one side and opening the door. Shep was there. He was there, sitting on his haunches, his tail wagging slowly over the carpeting.
"Shep... " Jean whispered.
What was she doing? Calling him in? Calling in her lover? That thought both horrified her and filled her with delight. Slut. That's what she was behaving like. A slut, the kind of horrible woman her mother warned her against becoming.
She had plenty of time to dart back, to slam the door in the dog's face. But something--she wasn't sure what--made Jean wait. The beautiful, muscular German shepherd took advantage of the pause, and he padded over, his tail flagging excitedly. She watched Shep as he walked over her discarded Levi's, then turned around, bumping her knees with his nose.
It was wild, incredible! The frantic woman felt sensations of desire, shame and indecision. All she had to do was urge the animal on a little. Her mind was spinning around in confusion. What was she going to let him do to her?
"Shep... " The animal wagged his tail again, looking up obediently. He wasn't showing any sign of forcefulness. Jean knew he could be that way. She had seen him run off two seedy characters the day after she'd arrived, those killer jaws snapping at the terrified men.
Jean moved back to the mirror, and she stared at herself and the dog. What a strange picture the two of them made--a woman and her dog. The mirror reflected her white flesh and the heavy gray coat of the animal. Jean watched the reflection with interest. It was a different way of seeing herself, of watching the dog's curious nuzzling of her thigh. He licked her, and she saw the change of her expression in the mirror. It was frightening, like watching some horror movie. She blinked and turned away.
"Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me, Shep, you just don't know!" She had pushed aside any thought of going out with a man, but here she was doing something far more horrible. But nothing could stop this rush of feelings. And how that animal was innocently thrilling her as he let his tongue wet her thighs higher and higher.
A wild tingle rushed through her belly, making the flat muscles tense even more. Jean felt her knees growing weak again. She watched her reflection, watched the steady progress of feast flushing across her skin. She bent one knee slightly, moving it away from the other. She was still a virgin, letting this dog touch her.
"Uhhhhh... " Jean moaned.
How many times men had wanted to see her like this, to rub their hands over her cunt, to finger her, to finally slip one leg over her body and thrust their cocks into her cunt. But she had discouraged them. And now she was letting the dog touch her, slip his muzzle against her thighs.
"Ohhhhhh, God, Shep."
The dog was sniffing at her puffy pink cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her closed fuckslit, Jean made a whimpering noise in her throat. It was so wild, so incredibly wild! She could hardly keep her balance, swaying there from side to side in the small room. It was becoming harder to breathe! She shuddered, covering her mouth with one hand, balancing herself with the other.
Shep moved around to get a better tilt and angle. Now she could feel the long, hot sweep of his tongue across the underside of her cunt mound. Jean watched as her mouth slackened in the mirror. Was she ashamed to look at herself?
"Mmmmmrn."
Jean was licking her dry lips, looking heavy lidded at herself in that horrible, revealing mirror. Oh yes, yes, she liked this.
The phone! Its' jangling ring cut through the vague, pleasant images accompanying Shep's licking. Maybe it was Jan. Maybe her little pick-up broke down. She brushed the dog to one side. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she picked up the yellow Princess phone.
"Hello?"
There was silence. No, not silence, but the sound of steady, labored breathing. "Jan?"
A man! She felt another thrill rush through her body, nearly stopping her heart, intensified by Shep's tongue over her thighs. She leaned back, unsure of how she was going to handle this.
"Uh, no... I'm Jan's sister. Can I take a message?" Jean asked, hearing the nervousness, the sexual arousal in her quavering voice. Did he notice it? Would it matter?
"Naw, that's all right," he said, about to hang up. Jean held onto the receiver, her fingers trembly. Why was she so nervous, so worked up over this call? It was probably just another one of her sister's boyfriends, some man wanting to know if Jan would be there, at the dance. "On the other hand, you alone now?"
Jean stiffened. She had been going too far all afternoon. First the dog, then this.
"The ranch hands--"
"I know they're gone. I want to come and see you. You sound bitchin'. Jan's bitchin' herself."
Panic! Jean squeezed the receiver in her damp hand, trying to push Shep away. The dog had climbed onto the bed. He was standing between her legs, trying to get her cuntlips apart once more.
"Now, listen to me. If you don't hang up, I'll tell Jan and... " Jean's voice trailed off.
She tried to sound businesslike. But who was she going to say phoned? He hadn't left his name. It could be some crank. She had to remain calm, cool. Perhaps some background noise would give Jan a clue once she told her sister about the call. She listened more closely.
"I wanna do nice things to your body. I do nice things to Jan's, and any sister of hers has got to be hot," he said confidently.
"Stop it!"
He laughed easily, his breathing making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"I start up with the tits. Nice, huh? Jan likes to have her tits licked. I'm gonna tongue 'em, lick each nipple real slow... lick 'em until you start beggin' for more. You like that, huh?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she snapped, barely able to catch her breath. Too much. This was all too much for her.
"Yeah, sure," he said, chuckling low and softly.
Jean flushed. She was getting a dirty phone call while Shep was forcing her thighs apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him room to lick at her pulsing clit.
"I'm telling you, get off this phone!" she demanded weakly.
"If you're so hot to get me off, you could hang up," he countered.
Jean sucked a ragged breath in as she spread her thighs for the animal. She could no more stop the dog now than she could hang up. She was ashamed, horrified at her reactions to this dog, to this man. But she was also curious about the new sensations rushing through her body, this strange combination of words and a dog's tongue. Oh, if he only knew what she was doing!
"You still there?"
His voice was cocky, self-assured, almost mocking. He knew she'd be glued to the phone, listening for his horrible, filthy words. And there was Shep, settling happily now between her legs and nuzzling her dripping cunt with his snout. Jean nearly laughed at her own weakness as she held the receiver in her hand.
"Ohhhh, yess... I--"
"I'm gonna eat those nipples, baby, eat 'em until you start babblin'."
Jean panted hard, felt dizzy as Shep gained another inch on her. He growled as he rimmed the edge of her cunt mouth. She felt those scratchy hairs surrounding his jaws, tickling her pussylips. She felt the tiny muscles spasm inside her cunt.
"I bet you've never had anyone like me between your legs, baby. And when you do, you'll go nuts. Most women dig my prick, you know?"
Jean tried rolling over, tried to put the receiver back in the cradle. But her muscles just wouldn't seem to move like she wanted them to. She lifted her knees, letting them fall farther apart.
Shep yipped and crawled forward on the mattress, his claws tearing at the coverlet. And then his tongue lapped and licked at her fuckslit. The sound of her clit being pressed down into her pussymeat made her cry out with excitement.
The man on the other end of the phone was breathing hard, almost as hard as she was.
"Then I'm gonna fuck you."
Jean thought she was going to come unglued. She could almost feel his body pressing down onto hers, his legs pinning hers to the mattress while his hands held her shoulders flat. Her heart pounded hard in her chest!
"No, no!"
"Gonna do it real slow. I'll even let you put it in. You ever put a cock in your cunt? You ever touched it when it slides in?"
"Stop this!"
Moans of horror, pants of excitement tore at her throat! That horrible, horrible man kept talking to her, and there was nothing in the world she could do to stop him! Nor the dog!
CHAPTER THREE
"Stop it... stop!"
Never before in her life had Jean felt like this. She was sucking in air, rocking her thighs from side to side, listening to that exciting voice while Shep lay between her legs and licked at her cunt.
"Yeah, bet you want me to stop it, baby. I can tell you want it bad... real bad," he whispered, his voice shuddering.
What was he doing with himself at the other end of the line. Closing her eyes, floating on the delicious wave of feeling sweeping over her, Jean had an idea he was playing with himself. Jean fought down a gasp, not wanting to let the man realize just how aroused she was.
Shep had pushed his tongue inside her pussy. It was as if he were looking for something. What on earth did he think was inside her body? What could a dog know?
The awful man was whispering softer now, groaning at times. "My prick's real dark at the tip. It's real dark and big. You'll feel it when it slides in 'cause it'll stretch you. Bet you haven't fucked much, baby."
"Stop it!" she panted, her mind whirling around madly.
"Yeah, I can tell, just from the sound of your voice. Maybe I'll stick my tongue in your cunt and move it around real nice, stretch you with my tongue 'til you squirm and cry--"
"Nooo! I'm going to hang up now. Don't call back again, or I'll phone the police. You're no friend of Jan's. She'd never date a... a deviate like you!" Jean snapped, desperately trying to regain control over her mind and body.
But feelings and sensations she had never fully experienced before were taking over. She had started moving her ass up and down now, up and down in a steady, fucking movement. She rubbed her cunt against the dog's mouth. Jean just couldn't keep herself still. She tilted her thighs as far to one side as she could, then tilted back the other way. Back and forth, back and forth, she rocked as a thin layer of oily perspiration made her flesh glow in the light.
She was going to cum. She was going to climax, to cum with the dog's mouth on her pussy. And all the while, there was that voice, that enticing voice telling her all sorts of awful things. Her tender cuntflesh stretched wonderfully as she jerked her ass up from the groaning mattress. Shep's teeth nipped along the puffed outer edges of her pussylips. Oh no, this was too much, far too much for her to endure!
"I'll bet I can make you cum twice," the man whispered.
The ear piece was sweaty and hot against her ear. Jean found that her hand was trembling. She could hardly hold onto the receiver.
"I can do it so slow you'll be beggin' me to hurry. I can really tease you up that way, maybe make you suck my cock before I stick it in again."
"No! You're sick! God, how can you?
Ohhhh, no, no get off the phone!"
Suck it! Jean shuddered. How could she ever do something like that? She tried a second time to hang the phone up. But the man was only laughing at her, calling her back. She swallowed hard. Tangles of her blonde hair clung wetly to her dampened cheeks. Oh, how the wet mess between her legs throbbed now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen, aching, begging for release!
"Come on, baby, come on and lemme come over. I bet I can give you one hell of a fuck you ain't never had before."
If he only knew that she had never been to bed with a man, never even let one touch her intimately. But somehow that confession was something of an embarrassment to Jean. The woman kept twisting like a snake on the bed, clinging to the receiver for life while letting the animal push his tongue farther and deeper in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned.
Jean bobbed her ass around in tight little circles, her heels digging into the soft mattress while her shoulder blades wallowed against the pillows. She was close, so close. The dog was bringing her nearer and nearer to the final rush of excitement. Her fingers curled in Shep's neck hair. She held him hard against her dripping cunt mound. Oh, she was cumming, slowly, furiously. It was a wild, delightful torture. Her ass muscles cramped as she dug her head against the pillow.
"Just might come over tonight and fuck you... fuck you both. You know, you one hour, Jan the next. Then the two of you at the same time!"
"Stop it!"
She could hardly speak. Her voice sounded so high, so terribly far away! And his voice sounded as if it were coming out of a tunnel. Jean groaned and heaved her ass crazily up and down as the spasms of her cum raped every nerve ending. She knew that the awful man could hear her groaning and carrying on. But there was no way she could calm herself down. She was only vaguely aware of the squawking phone as the full power of her spasms convulsed her body.
Arching her back and raising her ass from the bed, Jean let the dog's jaws open fully. He raked his teeth along her cuntlips, licking down deep into her tight, hot fuckhole. She could feel his spit dripping down her ass and thighs. She didn't care, didn't give a damn about this anymore. It was the best, most exciting feeling she had ever had in her life!
"Uhhhhh... " Then the phone slipped from her fingers, striking the floor with a dull thud. She didn't care. His voice was so far away now. But how those words had gotten to her! The words and that terrible, wonderful licking were driving her up and over the wall.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhhhh!"
Shep was growling low, wiggling his mouth back and forth, licking and licking her until she couldn't take anymore. Vague images of men with long, hard cocks, flashed through her mind. She saw them pursing her, taking off their clothes. She could even feel their hips pushing her down, rigid pricks pressed against her belly. And as that last convulsive spasm of joy blasted through her cunt, Jean let some imaginary man fuck her.
Minutes passed. Drawing one hand over her eyes, Jean blinked them open, finding herself staring at the ceiling. Shep was still there, between her splayed thighs. She could feel the steady panting of his breath against her flesh. She moaned a little, moving her hips from side to side. The coverlet felt a little sticky as it clung to her dampened flesh. She had done it! Oh God, she, Jean Harris, had done it, had gone to bed with a... a dog!
"God!"
Jean trembled, moving one hand down past her belly, sucking in a sharp breath when she touched his snout. Everything was still so wet, so wet with his spit, with her cuntjuice.
At this point, Jean realized it was getting late. Jan would be coming home soon. No, she couldn't know about this, or about the horrible phone call. She doubted it was anyone her sister knew. Jan was a little wild. But she doubted her spunky sister knew any deviate like the man who had brought her off.
She rose quickly from the bed, her move startling the big German shepherd. Shep scooted back, growling a little louder now as he looked curiously at her.
"You crazy, crazy, dog," she whispered, stretching out one hand and ruffling the fur around his head. "You know what you made me do?"
She stopped at that point, closing her eyes and feeling something like panic and shame rising in her. No, she didn't want to deal with that now. There would be more than enough time to deal with thoughts concerning what she'd done with Shep. Right now, she had to get dressed, get Shep out of her room before Jan returned. Glancing at the small white alarm clock on the bed stand, Jean realized that would be at any moment.
"Come on, boy, come on."
Shooing the animal out of her room, Jean padded naked down the hall, feeling her tits jiggling and slapping against one another on her chest. It was a sexy, free feeling, one that made her flesh pucker as she stepped into the dark bathroom. Snapping on the light, Jean turned and studied her face in the cabinet mirror. Her cheeks and lips were still a little swollen, giving her a kind of depraved look. Yes, of course. She was exactly that, having allowed that animal to lick her off, and having encouraged that pervert over the phone to keep talking to her, to keep telling her what he wanted to do to her body.
Jean paused at the edge of the tub, her fingers on the faucets as another exciting, rippling chill flashed through her cunt. She could still hear his voice, that masculine, baritone voice that seemed so sure she'd take him on if he were to come over. Jean could well imagine what would have happened--the feet climbing the stairs, the bedroom door flying open. And then he would be there--tall, handsome, thickly muscled, with his zipper half opened.
Jean stopped. Thinking like that was dangerous. What on earth had become of her reason? She felt herself slipping into something like madness. Only crazy people thought like this.
Turning on the water, making sure it was as cold as she could stand it, the blonde stepped in. Jean gasped and wheezed under the icy, stinging spray as she turned and turned. Bit by bit, the girl felt her cunt easing from the earlier tension. Sighing, Jean ducked her head under the shower, crying out as the water splashed into her eyes, nose and mouth. It was over. She felt her excitement ebbing.
"Thank God," she sighed.
It was over. At least for now, it was over. Jean turned off the water, and she stepped from the tub, dabbing her body dry with a fluffy white towel. The smooth material felt good against her flesh and, once more, she thought of that phone call, of Shep's tongue and, strangely, of Niagara's beautiful brown eyes. For a second, she could almost smell the stable, feel the soft hay under her feet. And then there was a rush of excitement through her pussy, a rush of feeling that made the small muscles spasm in a way that disturbed the young woman.
Where these thoughts would have taken her, Jean didn't know. It was at this moment that she heard the front door bang shut. Jan was home. Rubbing the towel briskly over her face, Jean leaned against the sink, driving out any sexual thoughts from her mind. "Jean?"
"Up here," she called out, reaching for her robe, then draping it over her body. Just as she tied the belt, she heard Jan coming down the corridor.
"Oh, it's so insane out there in town. Everybody's running around, buying up shopsful of clothes for that damned dance tonight," the brunette sighed in exasperation.
"You know, Jan, I'm still not certain about going. I mean, I won't know anyone there except you. And I'm sure you'll be busy if you know what I mean," Jean said hesitantly. She thought of that man again. What if were there? In a flash, he'd know who she was once she walked in with her sister.
"I said I won't take no for an answer. You've got to get out, get around, meet people. I'll bet you're too chicken to do that on your own in L.A."
Jean dropped her gaze modestly, feeling the blood rush to her face. If only Jan knew what had gone on under this roof!
"Well... I guess--"
"Good! Come on. We've got to pick out something for you to wear."
Shep was kept busy downstairs, eating. Jan had seen to that, and Jean was secretly grateful. She had nearly died when the dog came around, and he began nosing her right in front of Jan. Of course, her sister had thought nothing of it. Animals did that a lot, and few people thought beyond that point. Jean knew better, and she had shuddered under his playful touch.
The time went quickly. In a moment, she was dressed in a thin summer dress, packed off in Jan's second car, and riding to the dance.
"How many people will there be there?" Jean wondered, hugging her body closely. She felt a kind of queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach as the car twisted and turned along the narrow road before coming out onto the main highway.
"Oh, I don't know. Several hundred, if it's anything like last year. People come in from all over the damned county for this one."
Several hundred! In that crowd the caller might be there. In some strange way, her body was glowing, actually growing hot and sensitive just at the thought she might meet her unknown admirer. How her tits itched around her nipples, and her cunt generated more and more heat as her pussylips swelled and rubbed against one another. It was wrong to be feeling this. All of this had happened too quickly, so overwhelmingly fast that Jean had little time to digest it all. The dog, the man, the horse staring at her, making her feel so uneasy. There was so much there for her to think about. "There it is."
Jean shook the disturbing thoughts from her mind. Clenching her fingers, she tugged at the hem of her dress nervously. There was a sea of cars parked every which way already. A large, low-ceilinged building stretched back from the main road. Brilliant lights fanned out from the large front door and side windows. Jan parked the car, then climbed out, smoothing down her dress while giving out words of encouragement to her still nervous sister.
"And don't worry about how you look. You're great, better than anyone here. So come on," she said, squeezing her sister's elbow playfully and guiding her into the brightly lit hall.
Jean was nearly overwhelmed by the number of people there and the continual sound of music in the air. She had always been a relatively private person, uncomfortable in large gatherings. It looked as if all the ranchers in California had decided to attend.
The women were jostled by dancers and other merrymakers as the two threaded their way through the crowd. There were the usual hello's to Jan, some light conversation and, of course, the introductions to one person or another.
Jean smiled, looked around at several men staring interestedly at her, then turned back to her sister. Oh, it was all a horrible mistake coming here! She began thinking about what she'd done earlier with that man, with the dog, and she suddenly was feeling very sick. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Opening her eyes once more, she found that her sister had slipped away.
"Jan?" she called.
Jean's eyes widened. She looked over the sea of heads bobbing around her, through the blue smoky, haze that had begun to gather under the lights. Nothing. She must have met someone already. Either that, or someone she knew pulled her away for a moment. Panic settled in. Was she to be abandoned here for an hour or more? Already, Jean was thinking about going home, about sliding under the protective bed covers and dealing with the disturbing thoughts of what she'd done with Shep. Now she was alone.
"Can I help you, Miss?"
Jean nearly jumped from her place. Wheeling around, she saw a tall, square-shouldered rancher standing almost on top of her. He was grinning broadly, his white teeth forming an exciting contrast to his bushy black moustache. He had his straw cowboy hat tilted rakishly back on his head, and long black locks of hair hung over his forehead. The blonde seemed to have lost her voice for a moment, doing her best to gather her thoughts.
"My sister, Miss Jan Harris, she seems to have disappeared. I can't find her and... and... I'm not feeling too well," Jean stammered, craning her neck and peering once more through the crowd of swaying bodies. A loud country dance had begun, and there were appreciative whoops from the dancers.
"Name's Rick... Rick Johnson. Got a place right next to Jan's. Yeah, I know her. She's over in the other room with some friends. Want me to take you over there?"
Jean shook her head, feeling a little better, more in control of herself. No, she didn't want to be introduced to more of Jan's friends. There would be more smiles, more inane conversation with people she didn't know, didn't want to know.
"No, that's fine. Maybe I'd just better step outside and get some air," Jean said, brushing past the handsome young man and squeezing her way through the crowd to the main door.
When Jean stepped outside, she found the big buck behind her, adjusting his hat and rambling up to her side.
"I... I didn't need you to come out," she said, risking the chance of appearing rude. Jean wanted to be left alone with her thoughts.
"Just thought I'd be of some help," he said, his gray eyes sparkling, mocking her. Jean put one hand to her throat and turned, moving away. "Well, I just want to walk around."
"I'll be with you, then. Pretty night. Think I'll take a stroll too," he muttered, following closely behind.
Jean sighed. Another problem? She didn't know.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What are you doing?"
Jean struggled in his grip, his fingers bruising her upper arms while he pressed her body against his. The bodice of her dress was already torn. They were a good distance from the dance now, behind a small hill just beyond a grove of tall pines. Jean could still hear the steady beat of lively country music as it drifted through the still evening air. Rick was holding her, having made a direct pass after they'd slipped down the hill to this deserted spot. "Just what you want, baby."
"Want you... oh no, no, you're wrong," she whispered, backing away from the big man while holding her torn dress with one hand. She stumbled over her own feet, catching her balance, her eyes widening with growing horror. There was something terribly familiar, something... oh God, it was that! It was that man on the phone!
"Yeah, you guessed, right? I was talkin' to you," Rick said, grinning at her.
He knocked his hat off onto the ground, then started to unbutton his flannel shirt. Jean felt her blood freeze in her veins.
"I've had the hots for Jan a long time," he began, shrugging off his shirts.
Even in the full moonlight, she could see his well-developed chest, his full shoulders, and how it all narrowed down to a trim waist. "Been callin' her a lot, wantin' to get together. The phone conversations been gettin' real interestin', and I thought, well... but then I got you, and, baby, you're a hell of a lot hotter 'n Miss Jan," Rick explained, dropping his hands to his fly to unzip his jeans.
"Some mistake," she gasped, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "A mistake. What happened today was an accident. I swear!"
"No way, baby. I heard you pantin'. Man, you must've been playin' with yourself just as hard as I was strokin' my meat!"
No, she couldn't tell him what was really happening. Of course, he was right. He was so right when he told her she was hot. But she couldn't give in. Now now, not out here in the open.
She backed away a little more, her feet sliding on the damp grass. She could feel some of the bushes scratching her back. Turning around, Jean looked about frantically for some clear path of escape. One false move, and she could be tumbling into a ravine! "Come on, baby, come on. I ain't gonna hurt you," Rick said, his smile turning into something of a cynical sneer.
"No, I... I've never done anything like this, and I'm not planning to start with you," she said, trying to sound sure of herself.
Rick paused for a second, cocking his head to one side.
"A virgin? Yeah, sure," he said, laughing lightly.
Then things began happening so quickly that. Jean had little time to think. The frightened girl threatened to scream, driving Rick into action. His smile faded. Moving quickly, he wrapped one hand tightly around her waist, while his other clamped tightly over her mouth.
His callused palm pressed so tightly against her lips that it felt as if he'd forced her teeth to cut them. Jean tried screaming again, but only a muffled cry escaped. Her saliva slithered out around the corners of her stretched lips. He was pushing her back, back until they were stumbling through the thick growth of bushes that surrounded the small clearing. The branches tore at her legs and arms as Rick kept muttering things, awful things about her. There were more tearing sounds. Her dress, her pretty cotton dress, was being shredded from her body by a combination of the branches and Rick's roaming hand.
"Ohhhh, yeah, real nice, nice," he growled.
In a moment, they were on the ground. On her way down, Jean struck her head against something, and she lay quietly on the soft grass. There was more pulling and tugging, more sounds of material ripping from her body. Then, suddenly, she felt cold. Only when the woman raised one hand and lay in on her belly did she realize that Rick had stripped off all of her clothing except her panties.
"No!"
Jean tried twisting up from the ground. But Rick was back on top of her, his mouth teasing hers. She fought him, beating her fists against his chest. He had stripped off most of his clothing, his cock barely restrained by the thin cotton of his jockey shorts. She could feel the heat of his prick pressing up against her thighs and belly. Her mind was fighting with itself, warring terribly as it had battled earlier this afternoon when the German shepherd licked her off.
"No, no," she cried, struggling.
His hand moved down her side, tracing a hip, then moved farther. Jean gasped, turning her head away. No, she couldn't let him know what he was doing to her. She just couldn't let him know she was excited beyond anything called sanity. Yes, that was it! She was going temporarily mad. Some awful thing had happened to her mind, and now she was going mad with this animal on top of her.
"Stop this... please, you don't know... what you're doing to me," she gasped unevenly.
"Sure do. Found out this afternoon," Rick said mockingly.
And then his mouth was glued to hers again, his tongue pressing through her lips, into her mouth. In a moment, he was biting and sucking at her tongue until the woman was whimpering. It was all a dream, a dream as wild as the one she'd had with Shep that afternoon in her room! "Ohhhhh, no."
"Don't like it, huh? Don't want me fuckin' around with you, eh, baby? Ohhhh, man, man, you're just as hot as you was on the phone," Rick moaned, rubbing his cock against her belly.
"No, no."
His fingers were roaming freely all over her body now, touching her tits, smoothing over her asscheeks, then finally resting against her nylon-covered cunt mound. He rubbed the silky material against her sensitive cunt lips.
Jean was horrified, trying to draw her knees together to push away the offending hand. Again, she twisted up and against Rick, attempting to shove him off. It was impossible. He was simply too heavy, too strong for her to do anything but endure this rape. Only after he had satisfied himself would he let her go limping off, to get on with her shattered life.
"Stop!"
She was screaming, having torn her mouth from his. Rick jerked one hand up again, cupping his palm over her lips and pressing down. She looked up at his eyes. How they glittered!
"Don't try anything like that again. Don't even think it," he hissed through his teeth.
Jean shivered. He would hit her, perhaps do something even worse. No, she wouldn't try escaping again. Let him rape her. She would be a woman of stone, a woman he wouldn't arouse!
But she was already aroused, excited to a terrible degree. Her body was alive to the slightest touch. She could feel the smooth, ticklish feel of the grass beneath her naked ass. And then there were Rick's fingers, those prying fingers pushing in under the elastic band of her panties.
"God, you're really hot, baby. When you got juice comin' outta you that way, you're on," Rick sighed.
"No, you're wrong."
"Like I was on the phone today."
He was licking her all over now, dragging his tongue and lips around her nipples, sucking them hard while squeezing her huge tits with both hands. Jean arched her back, unconsciously giving herself up to him. It was wild, wonderful! And that tongue! How it reminded her of Shep, and even of that handsome horse in the stables.
"Uhhhhh... ooohhhhhh!"
Weakly, she tried kicking him away. But Rick was only laughing at her now, realizing there was little she could do. Sliding down, he trailed his tongue over her thighs, then rolled her over and began licking the backs of her calves. Jean clawed at the ground. Never in her wildest of dreams had she thought about this. "Stop!" she moaned.
But Jean didn't want him to stop. Not really. She was whirling around in a black pool of excitement, feeling the world explode again and again while her lust swallowed her up. Her tits pillowed under her while her knees dug into the soft, damp soil. His hands were hooking over the elastic band of her panties once more. Only this time, she felt the briefs sliding down, down over her plump asscheeks, over her knees and ankles, gone. Jerking one hand down, the frantic blonde made a quick lunge to grab her panties. But Rick had already pulled them off. He had stripped her completely, torn off her clothing, peeled her naked.
And then she was back on her asscheeks, her shoulder blades wiggling against the soft grass while Rick held her knees down and apart with both hands. Blinking her eyes open, Jean saw the sky overhead. The stars were twinkling, mocking her, she guessed. While all around, the trees were silvered strangely with the bright moonlight. There was something eerie, almost unnatural about the scenery in this illumination. And under it all, there she was, wiggling, thrashing and moaning, giving herself up to the most shameless man she had ever met in her life!
His cheeks wedged between her thighs. She could feel the scratchy stubble of his chin against her flesh just below her pussy. Jean panicked, trying to tuck her ass up and away from the big man. But Rick's hands held her firmly in position, his breath panting through the feathery, curled cunt hairs matted over her mound. Jean clenched her teeth, moaning through them, while she felt her chest tightening more and more.
"Uhhh!" she gasped.
There it was! The touch, that smooth, silky touch of a tongue, of a pair of lips caressing her swollen cuntlips. She had felt something like that earlier, the touch of the dog's tongue, of his maw against her pussy. How unsuccessfully she had struggled against that as well.
"Oh baby, baby," he was moaning.
Her chest heaved mightily as he moved his mouth, burrowing deeper between her cuntlips. She felt hot juices seeping from the deepest parts of her fuck slit. It was happening all over again. The tickling of his kisses against her pussy drew more and more excitement from her. Jean twisted her body to the right, stretching the muscles, trying again to snap her legs together. She only pressed her thighs more tightly against his cheeks, something Rick obviously enjoyed. His fingers pinched her cruelly, and his tongue stiffened and dipped into her cunthole.
"Noooooo!" she pleaded.
The dance music seemed to drift away. Soon, there seemed to be no sound other than Rick's smacking lips and Jean's moan. Oh, how good it was to feel his tongue licking into her cunt, searching for an even hotter, more sensitive place. She felt him rimming the bloated lips of her hot cunt. She stiffened in shock, but then the thrill of having a mouth on her pussy relaxed the woman. Another rush of spasms cutting through her excitement.
"Mmmmmm."
She felt his hands on her thighs once more, twisting her about. In a moment, she felt him scouring his tongue against her pussy with a new vengeance. He growled, that same low, throaty growl she remembered Shep having. It was so wild, so uninhibited, so... animal!
"No, oh no, ohhhhh God!"
His fingers tensed even more, spreading her cunt apart inch by excruciating inch. She felt as if she were being split in two, torn in half like a thin sheet of paper. Oh, how that felt, that stretched feeling adding to the slick licking of his tongue and lips against her pussy. Without thinking about it, the woman began moving her hips, tensing her ass and thigh muscles, her tendons pushing out against her sweat-dampened flesh. Up and down, up and down, feeding Rick her pussy in a fucking motion.
This was no rape. Not now! No, she may not have asked for this to happen. But once he had her down on the ground, something took over. Some hot force built inside her, the same force that had propelled her forward this afternoon and made her accept the big dog as her lover!
"Uhhhh."
"Hey... wait a sec."
Rick paused, drawing back, pulling his tongue from her pussy. He pulled several wiry blonde hairs from between his front teeth, then wiped his lips with the back of one big hand. Realizing that something had happened, Jean raised her head, peering over the tops of her aroused, hard nipples.
"You're really cherry, aren't you?"
"I told you... I told you," she moaned, dropping her head back down.
"Man, haven't fucked a virgin for a long time," Rick said, his eyes wide with delight.
And then, in a moment, he was back between her legs, spreading her apart, sucking and tonguing her fuck hole with a new enthusiasm. Jean went mad, digging at the grass beneath with her fingers, tossing her head from side to side. She could feel the fine hairs tangling around her neck and ears.
And then Rick was pushing his hands up, moving his mouth up to her belly, touching her sunken navel with his tongue. She shivered, moved her hands up to his head and dug in her nails just behind his ears.
"Stop... oh please."
Jean caught her breath. The music. It had stopped. Was the dance over? Jan would be looking for her. Would she somehow stumble over them there? The thought of having a leering crowd of amused spectators appear suddenly on the rise horrified her. Jean dug her heels into the ground again, trying to squirm away.
"Easy, easy," he whispered.
He was kissing her again, hot and heavy, his tongue searching back, back into her throat while his fingers caressed her cuntlips. His touch brought another moan from her. He was moving his hands down once more, finding her clit, then rocking his thumb back and forth until Jean thought she would fall to pieces. She clung to him as if he were her lost lover. Oh, the pleasure he was bringing to her, the touch of his body against hers, the pressure of his muscular weight against her was too much to bear!
"Want me to eat you out again?" Rick asked, catching her head in both hands.
Jean looked down. No, she couldn't answer something like that. How could she? It was all so new to her, so horribly new. She had only recently been introduced to sex. And now she was stripped naked, writhing under this stranger, giving herself completely over to him like some wanton slut. Oh, all those years of frustration, all those years of pretending she had no sex drive were taking their toll now!
"Uhhhh," she moaned, her breathing out of control, her lids dropping. In a moment, she felt his hands caressing her ass, reaching back farther and farther along the tight, sweaty crack toward her asshole while he fitted his mouth over her cunt. "Stop it... oooohhhh!" Jean snapped her head from right to left. She was dizzy, high, still falling into that vortex of lust as she heard his soppy mouth suck on her pussy. His tongue was going back, searching farther and farther until it touched her cherry. It was crazy, wild, being fucked by his tongue. Rick was wiggling it around and around, scraping it over the folds and hollows of her pussy while sucking and lapping in her cunt juices. He liked it, liked stabbing his tongue in and out, in and out like a tiny prick.
He was touching her clit now, petting it with the pointy tip of his tongue. She cried out again, rolling her hips with a new lust. Up and down, up and down, she jerked her hips, fucking his mouth with a wild abandon. Jean felt herself about to cum, as she'd done with the big dog earlier. The stars were exploding in the sky, the moon whirling out of its orbit as the tingling thrills built to an incredible intensity.
Just at that point, they stopped. Rick held her down hard, clamping his hand over her mouth again. She teetered there on the brink, feeling the feverish thrills about to burst in her cunt.
"People... nearby. You gotta keep still."
It seemed impossible. She still thrashed madly under him, making soft grunting sounds. But without the friction, without his movement Jean couldn't bring herself off. With a groan, the frantic blonde felt that whirling ball of sexual tension slip. She was high and dry, and nothing could help her now.
CHAPTER FIVE
"And you didn't see who did it?"
Jean was holding the torn top of her bodice to her body. She stared out at the dark countryside as they sped back to the ranch.
"I... I don't know. It happened so fast," she said, biting her lower lip. She was glad it was dark. Jean knew her guilt was written all over her face. If Jan could see her eyes, she'd know in a flash her sister was lying through her teeth.
"Damn! And I thought this would be a great time for you to meet all the people who lived around here," Jan said, a note of disappointment in her voice.
Jean felt terrible. She hated doing this, lying to her sister about what had happened. But there was no other choice. Her dress had been badly torn in several spots, dirtied in others. Several couples had come strolling nearby, interrupting the wild fuck that was about to occur. Rick had held her down until they passed. By then, Jean had recovered her senses and convinced Rick it was a dangerous situation. The couples had spoiled everything.
He had grunted, vowing he'd have another crack at her soon enough, then handed her the dress. They came up with the story of some unknown assailant knocking her to the ground, and trying to fuck her. Rick would go for Jan, bring her out and have her take Jean home without causing a fuss. And then? Well, that was something the big stud left open.
"It's... it's all right. Nothing happened. I'm just a little shaken, that's all," Jean said, pushing back her blonde hair and turning to her sister. Jan was tense, hunched up over the wheel, her fingers gripping it hard. "He ran when I started screaming. And then, that man... that man found me."
Jean shivered when she thought about him, about the way his tongue felt when it started licking up and down over her cherry.
"It's a good thing he came along. God only knows what could have happened."
Jean sat quietly, resting her forehead against the cool glass of the wide window. Only a few hours had passed from the time her sister had slipped out to do some shopping in town. And in that short period she had done things, things that sickened her now. No, she had to leave the ranch as soon as she could. How could she possibly face her sister in the morning, telling her story after story to cover her own depravity. She must go back to Los Angeles, perhaps seek some help from a psychiatrist to find out why she was turning into such a bad woman.
"Just need some sleep, dear," Jan said, patting her sister comfortingly on the thigh as she wheeled the small car into the graveled courtyard.
"You're right. I'll see you in the morning," Jean muttered, smiling, then stepping from the car and racing into the house. No more questions, no more conversation with her sister. She had to think hard about what had happened to her.
Racing up the stairs, kicking Shep out of the way at the foot of them, Jean reached her bedroom, and she closed the door behind her. There in the dim light, she saw herself--the torn dress, the dirty slip, the tangled blonde hair matted around her mouth. God! She turned from the mirror and undressed, showering quickly, then slipping between the covers and closing her eyes. No, she mustn't think of it, think of the dog, think of Rick, think of what he'd done, and what she felt.
But sleep was impossible. Lying there naked under the sheet, Jean listened to Jan get ready for bed, then heard her slipping down the hall to her room. In a while, the house was dark, silent except for the sounds of her own labored breathing. Again and again, Jean tried falling asleep. But all she could do was toss and turn, finally kicking the covers from her body and lying there naked. Drawing her hands over her body, she felt the flesh crawl under her light touch. How her cunt burned and itched still with that crazy, wild heat Rick had stoked up in her with his tongue!
"No!"
Jean sat up, cradling her head in her hands, breathing with panting moans. Awful, horrible! She had to walk, do something, something to get away from these feelings plaguing her. Sliding her legs over the edge of the bed, Jean arose, then padded to the closet door where she pulled her blue nylon robe from the overhead hook. Wrapping it tightly around her lithe body, she slipped from her room, checking for a moment to make sure her sister wasn't awake. If Jan were, she'd want to talk. And talking was the last thing Jean had on her mind.
Good. The house was quiet. Stepping from her room and closing the door behind her, Jean tiptoed down the carpeted hall. She paused at the top of the stairs to make sure Shep wasn't lying in wait for her, then rushed down to the front door. There was some movement in the kitchen. The dog, hearing her, scrambled up to meet her. No, Jean wasn't about to have another session with him, another sexual encounter that would confuse an already confused issue.
"Thank God!" she sighed as she stepped outside.
The air was so clean, so cool out here. Closing the front door behind her, Jean leaned against the molding, feeling better already. She just had to get away from that madhouse of thoughts assailing her in the bedroom. There were too many memories there, taunting her. Perhaps a slow walk around the immediate grounds of the ranch would calm her.
As she stepped from the wooden porch, Jean's bedroom slippers crunched over the loose gravel. A light breeze ruffled her hair, blowing several blonde strands over her face. She smiled, hugging her body tightly as she wandered from the house. Tossing the hair from her eyes, Jean thought of Rick, of the way he looked at her. Yes, even though he had been brutal, had done all those delightfully wicked things to her, something inside her had responded to it.
Her thoughts had swirled like smoke in front of her brain, blotting out reason. But there in front of her now was the half-opened door of the barn. Jan always left a small light on inside, something that she said gave comfort to the animals and made it easy for her to find her way about in case of an emergency.
The wind picked up a little more, blowing her gown partially open. Jean shivered, drawing the smooth material over her full tits. The touch of her hands on her body, of the subtle rub of the cloth over her flesh excited her. She was aroused easily now, especially because of what Rick had done to her. She had been so close, so very close to cumming! And then those awful people had to come by and ruin it for her!
Hugging her body tightly, she stepped into the warm barn. Jean was immediately aware of the mixed odors of stale urine and that vague animal smell she found arousing. Three brown and white horses stared passively at her, their eyes blinking as they moved about a bit restlessly in their stalls.
Jean hesitated before she took another step. Why was she here? Why was she standing here in this large barn dressed only in her nightgown, dressed as if she were meeting her... her lover?
Of course, the thoughts were silly and foolish. She'd come in here simply to get out of the chilling wind. How odd that it was so warm here in day, yet by evening the temperature quickly dropped. Perhaps a storm was on the way. Jan had said something about how quickly the weather could change, not at all like the Coast. She should probably turn around and walk back to the house.
To her surprise, she was moving down the narrow aisle, passing the three horses, passing the empty stalls, walking under the dim yellow overhead bulb casting its poor light through part of the barn. Her bedroom slippers were ridiculously inappropriate for this. But, still, she moved along, shuffling noiselessly through the hay stubble until she came to the last stall--Jan's prize, the ebony stud, Niagara.
The animal stood there, his big, oblong head draped over the low partition of his stall. His pointed ears flicked forward, twisting around so that the horse followed whatever she said and did. "Hello, Niagara."
Her heart was pounding, beating as if it were going to tear through her ribs. Niagara. She thought of how appropriate the name was; strength, beauty, power, all summed up in that wonderful name.
Stretching out one hand, she found herself stroking the big beast's head. An electric shock made her body ripple as if someone had touched her with a live wire. She found herself breathing in short, raspy little pants, her nostrils flaring, her aroused body burning from excitement. But aroused from what? From Rick? Perhaps. But there was something far more immediate, far more present in her mind than that oversexed brute from the neighboring ranch.
Niagara! No, she wasn't ever going to think about it. There would be no analysis. She was out of her mind, drunk with a passion she could no longer fathom. Somebody, perhaps herself, was taking off her gown, pulling it from her shoulders. The belt was unfastened, the front of the nightgown slowly parting, opening, the silky fabric sliding off her body.
In a moment, she was standing there at the front of the stall stark naked, her mind a whirling storm, her gown puddled about her feet. What was she going to do? What on earth did she have in mind? "Niagara... " Her fingers found the hasp, unlatched the forward partition and swung it back. The big, black stallion shivered nervously, drawing back from her. Jean stopped at the threshold, sucking in her top lip and biting down hard. The animal was afraid of her, or at least a little wary. He tugged back at the line Jan had fastened around his neck to keep him in place. Twisting his head to one side, he rolled his eyes down, and those wide, brown, frightened eyes stared at her.
Reason again began to trickle its way back in. No, she couldn't think, couldn't allow herself to analyze her feelings, her emotions, her actions. She would drift along, feeling the same way she had when Shep touched her with his tongue, making her cunt shiver under his touch.
"Easy, Niagara, easy. Don't... don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."
She eased her way into the narrow stall, raising one hand and smoothing the fingers over his side. How silky and warm the stallion's coat was. It was all so good, so wonderful to the touch. She stood there by his side, her asscheeks pressed against the splintery wood, her cunt trembling, quivering as if it were a tiny, frightened animal, the heat seeping out of it like an overheated burner.
"This is... so strange," she murmured.
Perhaps it was the sense of unreality that made it seem so much more acceptable to the confused woman. She rubbed her fingers over his coat, moving them in wide, circular patterns, feeling the ticklish sensation of his smooth short hairs against her hand. She drew forward, crooning something soft and gentle to the big animal, which was growing more and more restless under her touch.
"There, Niagara, good horse, good... ohhhh, you're such a pretty animal... such a pretty..."
Jean couldn't finish the sentence. Words froze in her tightened throat. She kept mouthing wordless sounds, feeling her head bent forward, her long blonde hair slipping over her ears, her shoulders, curtaining her face. A pulse leaped in her throat while her fingers still caressed the big beast's sides. What was she going to do next? Why had she come here? What did she expect?
"Niagara... "
She moved forward, away from the hard wood behind her. Jean found herself pressing up against the beast, her hands spread out wide, almost in an embrace while her cunt pressed hotly against Niagara's left hind-quarter.
Did he know what was happening? Did he realize what she was doing? A ripple of muscular tension made his flesh shiver, that shiver rumbling against her pussy. Wrong. Horribly wrong. If anything this was more perverted, darker than anything she had done with the dog. But, again, something was guiding her, something almost out of her body, out of her mind.
Bending her fingers, Jean found herself clawing at the big horse, digging her nails in his sides. Niagara snorted, his body rippling once more with surprise as he shifted on his hooves. Jean cooed once more, pressing her burning forehead against his muscular sides, feeling the furry warmth against her face.
"Easy, easy... " Opening her eyes, she saw that the big stallion had turned his head around and was staring unblinkingly at her. His ears were still pricked forward, catching the soft sounds of her moans. His nostrils quivered, big chest heaving with each breath he took. And those eyes! Those large, dark brown eyes! How they glowed with affection.
Jean groaned once more, smoothing her hands back, back until she found her fingers caressing the firm curve of his haunch. Niagara snorted again, moving his hindquarters nervously from side to side. She felt the gentle brushing of his long tail against one arm. Did she dare move her hand a little farther back, a little more to the right?
"Ohhhh, good Niagara," she whispered in a voice strangely not her own.
Her pulse was roaring through her body now, her heart pounding violently, nearly as violently as when Rick tore off her clothes and flung her to the ground to rape her. Jean was rubbing her forehead against the animal's powerful sides, her flesh glistening with perspiration. A strange kind of nervousness fell over her now, making every square inch of her body tingle with excitement. She moved back and forth, rubbing her full tits against the stallion's sides, loving the light scratching feel of his short hairs over her stiffened nipples.
Reason, or what little there was of it, had left her. She was making love to the horse! Oh yes, yes, she was making love to him! She stood on tiptoe, rocking up and down, feeling her cuntlips slipping so delightfully over the animal's thighs. Her fingers curled more, grabbing at his coat as her clit throbbed at each bristly hair touching it. No, no, she was out of control, going out of her mind. Her hands were caressing the big beast's body, sliding back, back, until...
"Ohhh," Jean moaned.
His balls. Yes, she was touching his balls, caressing them. Niagara snorted loudly again, pawing at the ground, raising small clouds of dust and stubble with his hooves. Undismayed, Jean kept her body pressed against his sides, her fingers working up and down the warm, leathery sac. Oh, how strange his balls felt, so big, so heavy! She gathered them in her fingers, working them back and forth, sliding her palms up and down. Niagara snorted, pawed the ground, and shook his powerful head.
There was no going back, no denying what was happening here. Jean slid her hand a little bit lower. Oh, how delicious it was to feel his tail swishing against her elbow, several of the hairs splashing into her face. She felt so weak, so damned weak! Groaning again, turning her head so one cheek rested against the big stallion's heaving sides, the woman moved her hand down, down to his cock. �MI; She had never touched a man's prick. Yet there she was, her fingers brushing over the fat root of a horse's prick! It was so hard, so very hard and hot and huge! Niagara whinnied, his big body shivering while his hindquarters stomped around the stall. Jean didn't worry about her safety, the danger that he could trample her into the dirt easily. Her fingers began trailing along the expanding cock, tickling the animal, feeling all the wrinkles and ridges. She was starting to move her hand back and forth now, grabbing and clutching at his prick, working his cock meat steadily until the horse was whinnying regularly. Oh God, what was she doing?
Something flashed in Jean's mind, something that made her draw her hand back as if she'd touched a burning stove.
"Oh my God, my God, what've I done?" she whispered, wiping her hands quickly on her thighs.
Backing away from the frustrated beast, Jean stumbled out of the stall. She slammed the gate closed, then bent down and gathered up her nightgown. Rushing from the barn, she threw the garment loosely over her shoulders, her knees nearly buckling along the way. Had she cum? Oh yes, she had felt the spasms rushing through her cunt, drawing all the strength and will she had from her body.
The cool air felt good as it blew back her hair. She leaned against the barn, holding her robe tightly to her body. This ranch, this damned ranch was doing something to her. Never before had she had so many temptations, and she was giving into all of them! Oh God, she had to get control of herself, or God only knew where she would end up. Blinking away hot tears, Jean stumbled toward the house, feeling as if her world would never be the same again.
CHAPTER SIX
Two days had passed since the dance. Jan had been terribly busy with the ranch, selling two of the horses. Every moment, the blonde expected, not the business calls her sister was getting, but Rick's call. How she dreaded answering the phone when Jan wasn't around, dreaded, yet hoped it would be the stud's voice. It had been hard to mask her feelings, especially the confusing ones surrounding her night in the barn. But Jan had been so occupied with trying to make a good deal that it hadn't been that difficult to fool her sister.
On the third day, Jan was going back into town to conclude a bank deal having something to do with the sale.
"I'll be back before four," Jan said, checking her wristwatch quickly, then smiling at her sister. "Maybe we'll have dinner out. I just haven't had the time to talk to you this week."
Giving her sister a hug, she rushed out the door.
Jean folded her arms across her waist, watching as her sister drove away. She sighed. No, this hadn't been the vacation she had thought about. But there were other reasons for Jean's confusion. Turning, she let the screen door bang shut behind her. Of course, she could have gone into town with her sister. But the thought of meeting Rick there frightened her. What would she say to him? She could still see his mocking eyes, hear that voice of his, whispering all those terrible things in her ear as he mounted her. He would have fucked her if it hadn't been for those people strolling by.
And how she wished they hadn't appeared! Yes, she was ready to lose her cherry, ready to feel a man inside her, really fucking her! Rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms, Jean strolled to the touch. She sat down, picking up a magazine and flipping through it. But all she could think about was sex--sex in any form, of any kind. A dam of some sort had burst inside her, releasing a flood of feelings and sensations that tumbled over. Perhaps that was why she could hardly think straight, why she had let the dog touch her that way, why she had done that terrible thing with the horse. The horse!
Jean trembled, her fingers shaking and letting go of the magazine. Closing her eyes, the blonde sucked in her lower lip, and she bit down hard. It was hard to believe that she had touched a horse's cock, had actually become excited by rubbing her fingers and body against the powerful sides of that big stallion.
But it-was true. She had cum, actually climaxed while caressing Niagara's body. She had loved the feel of his rippling muscles against her thighs, against her cunt while her fingers searched back to find his balls. Again and again, Jean had tried to understand why "she had disrobed in front of the stallion and played with his prick and balls. Perhaps she would never understand.
Rick, the dog, the horse! Her life was exploding. It was coming apart at the seams and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Resting her head in her hand, Jean was aware of some movement around the kitchen. Shep. Of course, the dog would be around, now that Jan had left the house. She felt a little sick. Bending down, picking up the magazine, Jean felt her eyes swimming. Her heart was pounding.
Oh yes, her body remembered that licking touch, the feel of his tongue as it slipped up and down over her cunt! But she had sworn she would never again let the animal touch her. She would fight the feeling, would lock herself up in her room if she had to get away from that pussy-lapping German shepherd.
But now that he was here in the living room, his bushy tail high, his handsome head cocked to one side while that pink tongue hung from one corner of his mouth, Jean was less certain of herself. She sat there, her knees still clenched together, the magazine trembling in her hands, her cunt throbbing with arousal. Her pussy swelled open while electric tingles rippled up and down her white, shivering thighs.
The memory was sharp, reminding the trembling blonde of the delicious rush of feelings when Shep touched her cunt, her thighs, her tits with that hot, wet tongue!
"No, No, I won't... not again," she panted.
The magazine tumbled to the floor. It was useless. It was like trying to stop a river of rushing water with a straw dam. Jean couldn't stop the flow of her excited thoughts. Shaking her head, she arose from the couch, then walked to the front door, the rub of her cunt-lips against one another making her draw sharp breaths of unspeakable delight. She closed and locked the door. Jan would be gone for at least another two hours. In that hour or two, she and Shep could get to know one another better.
"Upstairs, boy."
How odd it was that, when she made her decision, it was so easy to let it happen. There were no feelings of guilt now, no desire to question her motives. She knew what was going to happen and felt good about it.
The dog trotted on ahead of her, taking the steps two at a time. Jean took her time, shaking the loose hair over her shoulders, feeling her breathing increase as she neared her bedroom. For a moment, she hesitated, standing in the doorway, leaning against the molding as she stared at the big dog now on her bed with his forelegs braced widely apart. She could still stop this.
"Oh, who am I kidding?" she whispered.
Stepping inside, she closed and locked the bedroom door. Jean rushed hurriedly to the window, and she drew the blinds. It was silly. No one could see her up there with the animal. But still it made her feel better.
"There, boy, just you and me... just you and me, up here having some fun," she cooed, reaching behind and unzipping her cotton summer dress.
Shep watched with interest, his eyes rounding as she slipped from her dress, then kicked off her black sandals. Again, Jean reached behind, her fingers searching for the bra hooks.
The bra loosened around her shoulders, then slipped off, letting her tits tumble out. Jean shivered. She rubbed her nipples, then moved to the bed. The blonde sat down, leaning back, sliding her fingers under the elastic band of her panties, then shoving them down over her knees and ankles. In a moment, she was naked, stark naked for the dog!
"Ohhhhh Shep... " Jean swung her long, lithe legs onto the bed, scooting up, up until her head sank into the soft pillow resting against the headboard. There could be no denying it. She was letting this happen, setting up the stage. Shep moved around to a position between her slightly raised knees. Sitting down, the dog twisted his head around, and he started to lick her calves.
The touch was electrifying. Jean arched her back slightly, wallowing her shoulder blades against the mattress while shocks of sensation took her breath away. Her knees jerked up a few more inches, sagging apart while her heels rubbed sensuously against the sagging mattress. Oh, how tight her chest was getting, how dry her mouth had become as that tongue sloshed up, up toward her aching, throbbing pussy.
"Shep," she moaned.
Jean pointed up her chin, her mouth becoming a tight scar as her nostrils flared. Her breathing became a wheezing gasp while the tight, hot itching sensation in her fuzzy cunt mound grew. His pink tongue was hot, so very hot. The bed creaked and groaned with the rolling of her body. She wallowed her shoulders more frantically against the pillow, hearing the headboard clattering against the wall behind her.
"Uhhhhhh... oooooohhhhhh!"
Scraping her fingers along her thighs, Jean then moved her hands up until she found herself petting the big dog's ears. She guided him up and down, feeling his tongue searching up along her thighs, then moving back down to her knees. He was teasing her, purposely keeping his tongue away from her cunt to heat her up even more! Jean loved that, loved the warm, furry rub of his body against her flesh, loved that slick, wet touch of his tongue around the soft spots behind her knees, against her calves.
"Ohhhhh, Shep!"
She'd get to him. She'd excite him, make him touch her cunt! Rolling onto her belly, she laughed softly, her laughter choking as another powerful spasm shot through her throbbing pussy.
Closing her eyes, she clenched her fingers until the nails dug in her palms. Jean felt the dog backing away, surprised at her latest move. He nosed around, wetting down her ass, the backs of her thighs. The new sensation was unexpected, and it had a surprisingly intense effect on her. Shep stood over her now, his legs braced on either side of her arched back. Stretching out his tongue, he began licking down her back, touching the hollows and bumps of her protruding spine.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned wildly.
Jean thought she had died and gone to heaven. Never, never had she felt anything so incredibly good before. She let out a shivery moan, widening her knees for the dog to touch her better. Then slowly, carefully she raised her ass, wagging it from side to side, wagging it for Shep. "Oh Shep, Shep!"
The dog growled and started to wet each asscheek with his wet, hot tongue. It was good, so very good to feel that. He smoothed his tongue between the tight, sweaty crack of her asscheeks until his spit dribbled down over her cunt hairs.
"My God!" Jean gasped.
What a feeling, what a delightfully wicked feeling that was. It was something the woman had never even dreamed about, let alone done. That tongue was searching up toward her pussy. With another groan, Jean arched her back a little more, rose up on her knees to give the big German shepherd more room. She was panting and growling every bit as much as the animal behind her. Oh, what had she become?
"I must be out of my mind," the frantic woman groaned.
Another spasm, this one the sharpest of all. Jean closed her eyes, wobbled on her hands and knees, then collapsed to the bed. She pushed her fists into the pillow, chewing at the material of the case while Shep kept sloshing his tongue over and over her ass. She couldn't take this much more. The ache, the teasing had to stop. With a groan, Jean tucked one leg under the other, and she rolled back onto her ass.
"Uhhhhh!"
She was a bitch. Yes, she was no better than a bitch in the gutter waiting for a fuck. And strangely, Jean no longer cared. She breathed Shep's name, stretched out one hand to pet his back. Jean sucked in a ragged breath at the touch of his tongue. Now it slopped up one thigh, then down another. She was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him bury his snout in her cunt, eat her like the bitch in heat she was.
"Damn... ohhhhh damn!"
There was nothing, nothing in the world she cared about so much as her cunt. It was wild, free, mind-bending to have the dog wedged there between her shivering thighs. Tensing her ass muscles, Jean raised her ass slightly above the mattress, wagging it again for the dog, tempting him to move his tongue around and touch her with it!
How wantonly good it was, feeling his spit dripping down her thighs, oozing into her asscrack. But oh, she wanted his tongue on her pussy. Yes, she wanted to feel that tongue moving in and out of her cunt, fucking her, really fucking her.
Shep sensed what she needed. The dog lurched forward, eating her cunt with a wild appetite. Jean kicked out one leg, fanning out her toes until they cramped, while pushing her head back against the crushed pillow. God, it was more than she could stand! That dog, that wonderful dog knew all the spots to touch, all the areas to draw his tongue to make her feel so good! He moved his snout up and down through her fuck slit, the wiry, little hairs surrounding his black nostrils stimulating every nerve they touched. Jean let out sharp cry after sharp cry, her tension building, mounting like the explosions of a hydrogen bomb.
"Shep! Shep! Shep!" she called out in gaspy little cries.
Oh, this was what she'd been wanting for three days. Now Jean knew it, knew it with all her heart. And now she was getting it. Jean couldn't let anything so useless as guilt or shame get in her way. Nothing would obscure her growing pleasure. The blonde moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on the bed. She petted Shep with both feet now, stretching her legs out, stretching her body out, surrendering herself completely to the growling animal. He was wetting her cunt with spit, dog spit. She didn't care what kind of spit any longer. Anything that felt so damned good couldn't be bad!
"Uhhhhhh... oh, Shep, Shep, you're making me feel so damned... uhhhhh!"
Words no longer came from her mouth in logical order. He was growling again, letting his teeth nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. It hurt her, but hurt her in a way that made Jean grind her ass up for more. The tug of fear she had felt earlier wasn't enough to make her push the animal away. The woman cried out for more, humping her back and pressing her cunt mound up for the dog to lap and eat.
"Fuck... fuck!"
Shep curled his tongue, and he dipped it again and again in her spasming pussy. She responded hard, clawing at the animal's broad back, urging him on, then restraining him with care when the biting became too intense. Jean felt almost in danger. But somehow that knowledge added to her excitement. She didn't know why, but letting him hurt her was exciting. Flames of excitement lapped along her inner thighs, lapped along with that wonderful licking tongue. All the sensitive spots of her body itched and burned now with sexual fury. He was pushing her up, up toward a wild sexual climax! Soon, very soon, Jean knew she'd be cumming, finding that release she'd needed for the past three days. "Uhhhhhh!" Her hair splashed over her shoulders. Her tits rose and fell on her heaving chest, slapping wetly together as Jean's moves became more frantic, more uninhibited. She whined as he plowed his head between her soft thighs.
"God, yesssss!" she screamed.
His tongue had entered her body once more, forcing open her swollen wet cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck out more juice. He rolled and licked his tongue around and around, caressing her sensitive, cramping ring of cunt muscles. Jean felt them squeeze and tighten around the dog's furry muzzle. Again, she was going to cum, going to explode with the dog.
"Uh! Uh! Huhhhrrrrr!" she whimpered.
Jean pranced her ass around in circles, then jerked it up and down in fucking movements to increase the friction the animal brought to her cunt. When he raked up across her clit once more, she cried out, hugging his head hard. She wanted the animal to lick her all over, touch her everywhere with his tongue at the same time. Jean drew her knees together, hugging him with her thighs, rubbing her flesh against the warm fur as she teetered on the brink of climax. Yes, oh God yes, she was going to cum. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Jean thought she had died. She was cumming, cumming with a violence that knocked out every sense except touch. Yes, it was the touch of his tongue, of his jaws against her spasming cunt that drove her insane! Trapped in a paradise of hot, spitty friction, the woman writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that drove her mad.
Things were so blurry, so confused. She didn't even notice that the dog was humping against her, making his cock shake down from his sheath. He was trying to rub his prick against her leg. And then she felt something streak out against her thighs. Doggie cum! Hot doggie cum! She should have felt revolted, she knew. But all Jean could feel at this movement was beautiful, beautiful release. Sighing, stroking the animal with her hands and feet, the blonde sank back against the bed and wallowed in the delightfully warm feeling of afterglow, a glow brought on by this wonderful dog.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Of course, Jan. No, I don't mind. I'll make something from out of the fridge. No, don't be silly. If you've got to stay for dinner, you have to. I'll be up when you come home."
Jean put the receiver back in the cradle and stared into the dark kitchen. It had been a long, tiring day. She had slept an hour or so after her round with Shep, awakening with a start and noticing the day had slipped into early evening.
Then came the phone call just as she'd begun to prepare a small dinner. Something had gone amiss with the horse sale. There would have to be a dinner meeting with several of the parties involved. Jan would be late. Jean sighed heavily. She had hoped to have a long talk with her sister, perhaps even hint at some of the conflicting sexual feelings she had had lately. Something had come up, however. Something always seemed to be coming up. Well, it would be a small dinner. Perhaps she would watch some television. Her sister said she'd be home around eleven. That would still give them more than enough time to chat. And perhaps she could find some answers, answers to questions that had been building in her mind ever since she'd let Shep lick her off.
The phone again! Jean hoped it was Jan, hoped her sister had canceled the meeting and would be home soon. But once she'd put the receiver to her ear, Jean realized it was quite another person.
"Thought you'd be home alone," he breathed.
"Rick! Please, don't... don't."
What didn't she want him to do? What was she afraid of? He had already attacked her, knew what kind of woman she was!
"Jan's in town with some guys about the horse sale. I know. I'm comin' over to finish up what I started last week."
"Rick, no!"
But he had hung up! Jean stood there in the hall, her fingers gripping the phone tightly, hr mind wheeling. How could she tell him she didn't want him over when her pulse began to race the moment he started speaking? No, she couldn't lie to him, especially when he knew her, knew how she wanted him, in spite of all her cries or morality.
"But I can't... I just can't," Jean whispered, putting down the phone and leaning against the wall. Things were getting out of hand, spinning out of control. She had to put a stop to them, or they'd destroy her! But the thought of a man coming over, being there only to fuck her, to finish what was started paralyzed the woman. Standing there in the hall, she waited with a mounting terror and excitement as the big clock in the living room ticked.
Ten minutes later, she heard the sounds of a car rolling up to the house, the sound of a door slamming, footsteps up the steps to the front door.
"Oh no, no," Jean moaned. She shook her head and bit down on her lower lip. The door was locked. Rick was rattling the knob, calling to her through the glass.
"Come on, lemme in, or I'll kick it in."
Shep had come around from the back and was standing at her side now, growling low in his throat, then looking up at her. Jean knew she could tell the dog to attack him, and that would be the end of it. But could she do that when her own feelings were so confused, so mixed up?
"Downstairs, boy, down," she said, bending and taking him by the collar to the basement door in the kitchen. She shooed the big German shepherd down the cellar steps, locking the door behind him, then ran to the front. The blonde hesitated only for a moment, her hand trembling on the brass knob.
"Thought you'd open up," he said, stepping in.
"You don't understand," Jean said unconvincingly, still keeping the door open. Rick stared at her with an amused smile, his hands on his muscular hips. He hadn't even worn a shirt. That's how certain he'd been of her willingness to fuck!
"Sure do. I understand you better 'n you think."
There was a masculine rumble in his voice that sent shivers racing up and down her spine. The dog had taken the sharp edge off her arousal this afternoon. But that still hadn't taken away Jean's, need to feel a cock, something warm, stiff and hard in her body! Could she do it? Could she throw all those years of morality in the garbage can for a moment's pleasure?
"Please, just leave. I don't know why I didn't tell you not to come. But now you can get out. Jan's going to be home in a while and--"
"I told you, I'm not interested in her anymore... 'specially since I'd had a good taste of you, babes. You're hotter 'n any wild woman I've known."
He reached forward, closing the door and locking it for her.
"No, no!" She stumbled backward in the darkened hall. Somewhere in the distance she could hear Shep barking, scratching at the closed door in the kitchen. Rick was on top of her in an instant, holding her, his big, strong hands opening the buttons of her dress. "No!"
But her refusal was weaker this time, without conviction. In a moment, he bent down and kissed her. Jean struggled like a helpless bird caught in a cat's paw for a second. Then she surrendered completely the moment he put his tongue in her mouth. Jean couldn't control herself now, just as she couldn't control herself with the dog and Niagara. The pit of her belly was melting, flowing down to her pussy.
"Uhhhmmmmmm!" she moaned.
The scratchy hairs on his chest rubbed deliciously against her nipples. Jean groaned, kissing the big stud even more hungrily. His hand moved down, down to her asscheeks, squeezing them, caressing them. Jean pulled away from the hard kiss, every tooth aching in her head.
"No, don't... oh, please let me go," she begged. It was the last vestige of her morality, what little was left of her mother's training. She hoped, prayed he wouldn't listen to her.
"Bedroom upstairs?"
She nodded, weakly falling into his arms. Rick gathered her up easily, swinging her legs around, carrying her up to her room in a matter of seconds. What happened next was a blur. Jean remembered only half images later, flashes of reality. He had thrown her on the bed, fumbled with more buttons, then pulled her clothes off. There was the sound of a zipper opening, the subtle rubbing sound of his pants sliding down over his thighs. And then the woman felt the long, thick mass of his cock against her belly, the strength of his fingers twisting in her cunt hair.
"Oh, ohhhh," she whimpered.
Her pussy warmed now, simmered even hotter than with the dog as Rick pawed her. His fingers toyed with her pussy. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt mound to the wet, slippery zone at the bottom.
"Man, hot and wet!"
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, feeling his fingers twisting inside.
"You still a virgin, baby?"
Jean thought of the dog, of the horse. She almost smiled, again thinking of what Rick would say if he knew the truth. The smile faded quickly under her rising sexuality.
"Yes," she admitted shyly.
Rick let out a shuddering breath.
"That ain't gonna be for long."
Jean groaned, all her thoughts once more centering around her aching thighs. She pressed her belly against the long, thick ridge of his cock, grinding against him invitingly. She could even feel the ridge around his prickhead pressing against her flesh. For a fleeting second, Jean thought of the horse, of how hot and hard and long his cock was. Yes, Rick was like that, with a real donkey prick of a fuckrod! Horse and man. Somehow the images fused in her mind for a moment.
His hands moved on her cunt, squeezing her outer cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds against her clit. Jean thought she was going to piss from excitement. She kicked and clawed and bit and scratched, her asscheeks bouncing frantically on the mattress. She let out cry after cry, feeling his breath against her throat, against her dampened cheeks.
"Uhhhhhh... "
"Oh baby, baby, you're so fuckin' hot, you ain't gonna even feel me poppin' your cherry."
Jean sighed, letting her belly relax against the velvety heat of his stiff cock. She could feel him wetting her, painting her with his pre-cum. She loved it, loved the feeling of his prick against her. Sliding one hand down, the woman tried to touch the cockhead with her fingers. All the reluctance, all the worry she had felt earlier was gone. Now she wanted it all, wanted to feel him touching her, fucking her. She wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back upward. It was enough for her just to twist her fingers in the curly hair of his chest.
Rick was breathing harder against her. Jean felt his body pressing her down against the bed, nearly suffocating her. Her cunt needed that hard, ramming cock! After all this teasing, after all the licking, her cunt needed prick.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped again.
His big hands pressed her down, held her flat to the bed. His wide, blunt cockhead was sliding down the full length of her cunt crack! How good it felt to have his cockhead rubbing life into her pussy. Her cunt was hot enough to wink wide, then shut on nothing.
"Man, baby, come on, go for it. Oh, yeah, yeah, go for it," he growled.
Rick rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of her cunt mound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders, bruising her sensitive flesh. Jean didn't care. He could have torn at her throat with his teeth. She was on a high, an incredible sexual high.
"Uhhhh!" she gasped.
His prickhead was pressing right over her clit. She cried out, feeling a wild electric charge seeping from the hot little fuck nub. Rocking her asscheeks from side to side, flailing the backs of her legs against the mattress, Jean was begging the man to fuck her, to drive her out of her mind with his prick. Rick obliged her, sucking and biting at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine. And, oh, there was the greasy sensation of his cockhead sliding over her cunt.
"Now, baby!"
Jean felt his knees drawing forward, pushing her thighs apart. She felt his cockhead centering over her cunt. With a low moan, rolling her head from side to side, she felt his -prick knob entering her body.
Rick worked his hips from side to side, letting her feel his cockhead as much as he could from that rotating motion. Her pussy muscles were spasming wildly, fluttering, sending hot thrills through her overheated cunt.
Jean couldn't stay still. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her cunt onto his prick. More, more. She wanted more sensation, needed more feeling to make her feel good! Rick sensed that and, grunting with approval, angled himself up a little higher, making sure his prickshaft touched her clit. It was what the frantic blonde needed. Jean groaned, drawing her arms around his back, scratching desperately at his neck with her long nails.
"Uhhhh," he sighed.
Jean felt herself melting into a sensuous, buttery mass. He was on her mouth again, sucking in her tongue, wiggling his into her throat while driving more of his prick down. Jean thought she would faint from the pleasure when there was that touch, that pressure of his cockhead against her cherry.
She remembered suddenly what her mother and friends had told her about the pain, the bleeding. Jean struggled up from under Rick's mouth, pushing her hands against his chest No, no, he was hurting her! Oh God, the pleasure she had felt earlier was slipping away, fading under the painful pressure of her puckering cherry. "No!"
"Man, man, you're right about that fucker. Man, gonna pop... uhhh... gonna pop it good," Rick groaned, shaking the excess sweat from his forehead.
"Stop! Oh please... please!"
Jean twisted her head back, curling her fingers into fists and beating him hard against his shoulders. He was going to tear her open with his cock! He was going to split her in two.
"Yaggghhhhh!" she screamed as a pain, sharper than a hundred knives, sliced through her cunt.
Jean thought she was going to pass out and did all she could to hang onto consciousness. Clawing at him, fighting for breath, Jean felt his prickhead slip past the sore spot, the place where her cherry had been. He was filling her up, filling up her body with his cock! It as the wildest feeling of her life. Shuddering and gasping, Jean hung onto the big man as his prick throbbed and jerked inside her clutching cunt like a large, trapped animal.
"Man, somethin' else. You were cherry, all right, baby. Tight, hot cherry."
"You... oh, God, you hurt me," she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulders and sobbing.
Rick let her cry for several more minutes, nuzzling her neck. Jean thought at the beginning that the pain would never end. But slowly, gradually, the agony ebbed, leaving only an empty feeling, quickly replaced by the pleasure she'd originally felt.
Rick sensed her change and, after a short period, began moving his piledriving hips again.
"No... uuhhhhhh!" she whimpered.
He kissed her long and hard, wiggling his tongue deep into her mouth. The old pleasure rocketed back, driving her mad. The woman felt her cunt muscles milking lightly at Rick's cock as she rocked her hips from side to side. He groaned into her mouth as her tongue writhed against his like a snake.
"Go for it, bitch!"
The rising heat in her cunt made her move wildly under his body. She arched her back, wallowing her head and shoulders against the mattress. Rick pulled his prick outward until the ridge around his cockhead tugged at her pussy muscles. Each time Jean curled her spine and tried to gobble up more prick, he shoved his cock forward until their hipbones ground together.
"Man, man, you fuck like a whore!" he groaned.
Jean forgot about her sister, about Shep, about everything as his prick took over. She swiveled around, shoving her ass against the mattress, then jerking it up and pressing her belly against Rick's. Up and down, up and down, prancing her ass in fast, jerky fucking movements. Every time the woman curled forward, sliding up onto his cock, she thought there was more of it. At first, when his belly ground against her cunt mound, the flashes from her clit rose past that wonderful fullness in her fuckhole. As Jean ground against him harder, she felt his long stalk of cockmeat reach deeper and deeper, taking over her body and mind. Oh, it was the greatest feeling in her life!
"Uhhhhhh!" Jean moaned long and low, the need for air forcing her to pull her mouth away from his.
She twisted her head to one side, gasping, cinching her eyes closed, her face a pinched mask of sexual pleasure and pain. Rick was moving his hands down now, curling his fingers into her asscheeks, digging the tips into her resilient flesh, forcing her rolling hips to meet his and take the heavy fucking rhythm of his fat cock.
"No, no!" Jean heard herself sobbing and gasping. She cried out again and again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. "Uhhhhhh, God!"
Every bump of his prickmeat against her clit sent her higher and higher. She was stretching thin, about to break from the tension. Jean dripped sweat, the salty sting of the fluid in her eyes and nostrils adding to her excitement.
"Take it, bitch!"
Jean was all the way down on his prick now. She moved her ass around in frantic, tight circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides. That mass of tension swelled like a balloon in her cunt. She dug her fingernails into his broad shoulders, rubbing her aching nipples against his chest. Her asscheeks tensed, relaxed, then tensed again under the caresses of Rick's fingers.
"Oh man, baby, gonna make it... gonna pop and cum!"
His words made Jean cry out. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as her cunt juice oozed out, slicking down his piledriving prick. Jean felt her body turn into a rubbery mass of fluid with that whirling ball of hunger growing larger and larger.
"Huhh! Huhhh! Huhhhh!" she gasped with each of his thrusts.
Jean tossed her hips with a wilder rhythm, her mind exploding with a roar. The hard, heavy spasms set Rick off. She felt those spurts, those heavy, spattering spurts of jizz against her pussy walls. Too much. Far too much!
"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, ohhhhhhhh!" he bellowed.
They gripped one another, their bodies jerking and twisting together as Jean felt herself cum and cum and cum!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Four days had passed since Jean lost her cherry. The woman had every intention of going home, of making up some excuse and leaving the ranch to try to sort out what had happened to her. Instead, she stayed, hiding from her sister, Jan, what had happened between she and Rick.
There were times when she thought of thumbing through Jan's address book to find Rick's number, times when she wished he would come over and make her feel as good as when he'd squeezed his cockmeat through her cunt. But Jan had stayed home more now that the horse sale went through. It would be a little difficult for her to sneak away.
She had to find some way to get out of the house, to get to Rick so he could fuck her once more. Now Jean realized how much a woman needed prick, how much she needed having a man pressing her down, holding her while he shoved his cock into her cunt! There just had to be some way she could get out of the house without arousing Jan's suspicion, get out and get to Rick.
On the evening of the fourth day, these and similar thoughts were racing around her mind as she sat back in the living room, waiting for her sister to come back. They were to go out for dinner. It was to be another boring, pleasant evening, one that would drive Jean out of her mind soon. As she sat in the darkening living room, Shep meandered toward her, his bushy tail again tucked between his hind legs. Jean shuddered. She hadn't thought about him nor Niagara since Rick had fucked her pussy. That was something of the past, a kind of accident that wouldn't happen again.
But four days had passed since she had gotten any sexual stimulation. Four days! Now that the woman had been introduced to sex, she needed it more than ever! "Shep... " It was dangerous, foolish even for her to be contemplating anything with the dog. Jan would be home in a few moments. She could some walking in right now and find Shep and Jean in a... well, compromising situation. But surely a little licking, a light touch would cause no harm. Jean would hear the truck pulling up, would hear Jan slamming the door shut. That would be more than enough time to kick the dog out of the way.
"Here, boy."
Jean had learned well since the start of her stay there. She wore no panties. Reaching down, she hooked her fingers around the hem of her skirt. Her gaze fastened on the dog as she pulled up. The blonde shivered as she felt the black cotton brushing over her flesh. Up went the skirt, until she had it rolled neatly around her waist. Her blonde cunt bush bristled with excitement, and her moist, red cunt-meat glistened just under the curly, fine hairs.
Shep stopped, pushed his head forward and sniffed at her cunt. Yes, she was hot. She could smell herself, and she knew the dog could smell the pungent aroma of her aroused pussy. Drawing her fingers up and down her thighs Jean closed her eyes and wiggled her ass down toward the sagging front edge of the cushions. She heard Shep breathing hard, nearly as hard as she was panting.
"Here, quickly, boy, quickly," Jean said, feeling her former sense of caution fading away.
The dog responded to her rushed words, moving between her widely splayed knees and dropping his maw to her cunt thicket.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
Jean arched her back, moving her naked ass back and forth over the prickly material of the couch cushions. It was heaven feeling his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy. The dog's tongue dipped into her fuzzy cunthole, then slithered up to her clit. Spasms, more powerful and frequent than before, shot through her cunt, making her clit tingle and burn! Letting out another low moan, Jean raised her knees inch by excruciating inch, drawing them together, rubbing the insides against Shep's powerful head. He let out a low growl of appreciation, raising one paw to press it against her thighs while twisting his muzzle and shoving it deeper into her cunt.
"God!"
He was such a good dog! Oh, how good his licking was as he smacked his way along her pussy. Her raw cunt tissues hurt so good, so very good as the tongue sloshed in and out, in and out, the dog spit slicking the blonde hairs down against her swollen cuntmeat.
Jean let out another low moan, then scooted down yet farther on the couch cushions. She breathed heavily, cooing to the animal, feeling his tongue splitting her feather-soft cuntlips again and again. The only sounds she could hear now were her own moans and those sexy, moist, clicking sounds of his tongue against her clit. Rick, Niagara, Shep! Images of all three flashed once more through her mind as she smelled her own musky cunt.
Jean whimpered through her nose, whimpered like a hot bitch as Shep kept building her tension. She swallowed hard and rolled her head from side to side against the back of the couch. Waves of incredible pleasure rushed up and down her spine as she pressed her knees even harder against the big dog's head. Oh yes, she wanted that tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy. She wanted to feel his fuzzy, warm sides rubbing against her inner thighs! Crying out, throwing her head back, Jean felt her breathing quicken. With another moan, she let her knees drop back apart.
A car door! Something was slamming shut!
"Get away."
Jean hurriedly pushed her skirt down and shoved Shep from her. God, how her cunt was burning, throbbing with arousal. It hadn't been wise to let the dog touch her like that! She was so hot, so very hot that it was difficult for her to think straight. And Jan would be coming in! Jean purposely kept the lights down low. Perhaps her sister wouldn't notice anything until she managed to regain some control over her emotions.
"No, down... bad dog!" Jean said, slapping him hard across the snout as Shep tried raising her skirt with his muzzle.
Whining, the animal backed off, especially when he heard Jan's familiar footsteps on the front porch. Jean brushed back her hair, settled herself on the couch and picked up that magazine she'd been reading earlier. How her fingers were shaking, how her pussy burned and itched as she heard the front door thrown open, then slammed shut so hard the glass rattled. What on earth was wrong with her sister?
"Jan? What is it?"
The brunette stood there by the front door, her eyes burning with anger, her lips starting to move, then stopping. It was obvious that she was trying to gain a kind of control over herself. What on earth had happened? Jean put down her magazine.
"You... you bitch!" Jan screamed.
The word was a shock to Jean, especially coming from her sister. At first, she was completely baffled by Jan's behavior. Then a thought exploded in her mind. Rick! Rick had said he'd fucked her sister. She must have gone over to his home today and... and he told. He said something, indicated something that linked her to him. No wonder her sister was about to go through the roof.
"Jan, I can explain," she began, feeling the blood rush to her face. How her cheeks burned!
"You don't have to," Jan said, her voice trembling with anger. She threw down her purse, then folded her arms over her tits, glaring at her unsettled sister. "I was over at Rick's today. You know Rick. He told me everything... everything about you, about him."
Jean felt like sinking through the floor. She put both hands together, pressing her fingertips to her lips, breathing hard. She felt so dirty, so vile. It was like having been caught touching yourself by your mother! She was found out, unmasked by her own sister. All Jean wanted to do now was escape, run upstairs and pack, get away from this sexual no ill circus she'd been trapped in! "I'll leave now. I'll grab a late bus and--"
"Like hell you will!"
Jan rushed over to the couch, and she closed her fingers around Jean's upper arm. She jerked her sister up from the couch, holding her so tightly that the blonde could feel the bruises forming on her arm. Jean winced, trying to pull away from her sister. Jan's eyes glowed. Strands of her chestnut hair fell over her flushed face. In the background, Shep was barking loudly at the two women.
"Bitch!" she hissed, nearly spitting in her face. "You come here and start playing little miss virgin, then you can't wait 'til you fuck every man in the valley!"
"That's not true!" Jean countered, feeling unjustly accused.
"Oh no? Rick said you were hot enough to fuck everybody at the dance. I suppose that's your next trick, you man-stealing bitch!"
"Please, Jan! I... just lemme go. I swear, I'll leave tonight, leave you alone with Rick and... uhhhhh!"
Releasing Jean's arm, Jan raised her hand high over her head, then brought it down in a wheeling swing. Jean couldn't believe this was happening to her! She glanced up, saw the fingers coming toward her and winced. There.
was no time to duck. Her sister's open hand slammed hard against her cheek, snapping her head to the right.
"Ohhhh!" she cried.
"Bitch!" Jan hissed again.
Her sister was on top of her in a moment, pushing her against the couch. Jean struggled against the brunette, struggled against the fingers tearing at her blouse, ripping the material. Time and time again, her sister called her filthy names, told her she was no better than a worthless slut as she ripped Jean's garments into shreds.
"And if you like fucking so much," Jan panted, drawing up from her sister and pushing the hair from her eyes, "let's see how much you enjoy fucking me."
Jean's eyes widened. She must have heard wrong. Surely Jan had said something else. But then there were those awful fingers in her hair, twisting around the strands, yanking them so hard that the blonde squealed with pain while hot tears streaked her cheeks. Jan was pulling her off the couch, rolling her body over the cushions until Jean fell to the floor. Looking up, she saw her sister tugging her pinstriped blouse from her Levi's, shrugging it off her shoulders. Then Jan unzipped her jeans, and she tugged them over her plump, firm asscheeks. This was unreal, as unreal as when she approached Niagara and touched him.
"Now, come here," Jan demanded, backing away a little and putting her hands on her hips.
Jean still lay on the floor, propping her body up with one elbow. She shook the hair from her eyes and looked up at her angry sister. Jan was standing there, glaring like an Amazon ready to kill. Another woman! Sex with another woman. She had never thought of that, just as she had never thought of sex with a dog, or with a horse!
"Please, Jan, you don't know what you're doing," she whispered.
"Just like you didn't know what you were doing when Rick fucked you. Oh, he told me about that little-girl attitude of yours," Jan shot back, her nostrils flaring with anger and excitement. She curled her thin lips into a wicked smile, narrowing her eyes while her fingers worked slowly against her flesh. "He told me about how you kept pushing him away when, all the time, your greedy little cunt was milking his cock! Some virgin!"
"Please, Jan--"
"I said to come here, Jean!" she shouted. "When I tell somebody to do something, they'd better do it. The ranch hands know that, and you'd better learn it fast. Now come here."
Hypnotized by Jan's anger and dominance, Jean picked herself up a little more, and she crawled toward Jan. Her eyes flashed from. Jan's eyes to the woman's black, hairy snatch. That dark fur seemed to curl out, almost asking her to come closer and closer. "Now, then, tell me all about it. Tell me about Rick fucking you, about how you tried to get away from him the first time at the dance. God!" Jan said, throwing back her head and laughing derisively. "To think I believed you when you came up with that lie about somebody nearly raping you. I was going to phone the sheriff. It's a good thing you talked me out of that one!"
"Shut up and tell me how you got his prick up your cunt, you stupid bitch!"
Jan had worked herself up into a frenzy. Never, never before in their adult relationship had Jean seen her sister in quite this state.
"Tell me all about it while you eat my cunt. You're gonna suck my clit while you think about how his prick felt, you whore, you slut!" she screamed at Jean, reaching down and twisting her fingers around in her hair.
Jean was terrified. For a moment, the blonde tried to get away. As she struggled, Jan yanked up on her hair, tugging it so hard she thought her sister was going to snatch her bald.
"Try anything like that again, and I'll pull it out by the handful," Jan threatened. "No, no--"
"And hold still, you cunt-teasing bitch or I'll shove a dildo so far up your pussy you'll never get it out!" Jan shouted.
There was nothing she could do. Jan held her prisoner there, the brunette's fingers tearing at her hair, causing her so much pain that more tears rushed down her flushed cheeks. She was there, in front of her naked sister, there with her mouth only a few inches from Jan's dark, hairy pussy. She could smell that same musky cunt scent that she had smelled when Shep had licked her moments before.
"Come on, suck my cunt, Jean, suck it the way you wanted to suck Rick's prick," Jan said in a mocking voice, tugging up at the blonde strands once again.
Sobbing, Jean raised her head to the dark patch of curly hairs. Slowly, she bent forward, feeling her tits swing out from her chest. Her sister's black-haired pussy glistened invitingly. Jean opened her mouth, and she stuck out her tongue to lick her dry lips. Under the thick, tangled growth of wiry cunt hairs Jean could see her moist, red fuckslit. It was wet as the moisture oozed from her cunt and wet down the lower hairs.
She stopped once more, unable to go any further. Then she felt her head being jerked forward, more strands being pulled from her scalp. In a second, Jean felt her face fitted between Jan's thighs. She froze, holding her breath, not daring to move as she felt the brunette's fleshy cuntmeat pressing against her face.
"Come on, damn it, come on," Jan hissed.
She had to breathe! Jan wasn't going to let her go until she started eating her cunt. Reluctantly, the blonde opened her mouth again, and she flicked out her tongue, licking up the slit between Jan's cuntlips.
"Ummmmm... " Jan moaned.
The oil bubbling out tasted so strange, so bleachy and yet terribly clean. She moved her tongue up and down, up and down, at first unsure what she should do. Soon she was moving her tongue up and down, in and out much in the same way Shep had licked her off earlier. Jan was cooing now, her anger having subsided, having turned into sexual excitement.
"Oh yes, yes, Jean, take it... uhhhh, lick it, lick it clean."
Jean began sliding her hands up Jan's thigh, moving them around until she was pressing her fingers around Jan's naked ass. With another groan, she pressed her mouth hard onto the brunette's hot cunt. Her tongue lashed inside, shoving up into the delicate, trembling crack. She nestled her cheek against Jan's soft pussylips and began licking in and out of her sister's cunt. "Ohhhhh... " That last moan marked the end of Jan's anger.
"Yes, do it. Oh God, God, I'm sorry I hurt you before. I was just so angry, confused... uhhhh. Oh God, that's so good, soooooo very, very gooooood!" the woman moaned.
Jan sank to her knees, wrapping her arms gently around her sister. Soon they were lying side by side on the carpet, their naked bodies turned on end against each other. Jean didn't want to think about this as she didn't want to think about what she'd done with the horse. It was just happening, and she was going to flow along with the feeling. She felt her cunt being stroked by those careful fingers. Looking, up, she saw Jan's dark cunt poised over her face, her swollen cuntlips partly opened, revealing the dark pink folds and hollows of her inner pussy. She swallowed hard once more, watching her sister's fur-fringed cunt coming down slowly, slowly, now almost within licking distance.
"Take it, Jean, darling, take it... take it in your mouth."
It was horrible, unnatural perhaps, in the scheme of things. But, then again, everything that had happened to her was that way. Gulping a third time, Jean prepared herself for this cunt licking.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhhh, your mouth... ohhhh, come on, Jean, put your mouth on my cunt."
Just as Jan's red fuckslit parted, Jean felt a tongue being pushed gently into her own cunt. It shoved carefully in, easing past her tense, eager pussylips. Jan was blowing her breath through her cunthairs at the same time, increasing the sensation of excitement. It was almost too much for the blonde to stand! And then Jean felt her sister fitting her mouth onto her cunt. Jan was sucking, moving her lips sexily over Jean's cuntlips while moving her tongue back and forth over her clit.
"Uhhhhhh... " Jean sighed.
"Ohhhh, nice cunt... you've got such a nice pussy," Jan said, pulling out for a second and wiggling her tongue over the curls bending under her breath.
"I'm sorry about Rick. I Just couldn't help myself," Jean confessed in a little voice. "He was just there, touching me all over and... and I couldn't stop the feelings. I tried, I really tried that night at the dance. But something came over me. It was like I wasn't myself."
"Ohhhh, don't think about it."
Jan reached over and, using her fingertips, she pulled her friend's cuntlips apart. Inside her sister's red-hot fuckslit, Jan ran her tongue, flicking it fast, in and out, as she teased the delicate flesh. At the same time she was tonguing Jean's cunt, she lowered her body so her cunt was directly over Jean's mouth.
"Oh, I feel you, honey... ohhhh, Jean, I can feel you breathing into my cunt," she panted.
Jean was staring up at the brunette's big fuckslit, watching her moist, dark clit at the 'top of her sister's cunt mound bloom out throbbing and hard. She wanted to touch it. Yes, she wanted to lick it. Her hands tightened around Jan's thighs, pulling down, pulling that hairy, hot pussy onto her mouth!
Jean trembled in anticipation and excitement as she watched Jan's pussy lowering slowly, gradually to her waiting mouth. She felt Jan's thighs tremble under her touch, heard her sister groan low and loud. Jean squeezed Jan's full asscheeks above her, rubbing them gently, slipping her fingers into the hot crack between them. Lifting her head from the carpeted floor, she flicked out her tongue, licking the hot surface of Jan's delicate clit. Instantly, the woman above her shivered, her juicy cunt trembling, then pushing down. In a moment, her pussy was pressing firmly against Jean's mouth.
"Mmmmmm, oh, God!" Jan cried.
Jean went mad. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it between Jan's plump cunt lips as hard as she could. When she had it well inside, she started licking the brunette's pussymeat around and around, touching all the slick bumps and hollows. The touch, the movement of her lips and tongue were driving the woman above her wild. Jan pushed her hips down onto Jean's face, hunching up and down, making short, sharp fucking movements against her sister's mouth as she tried to get more tongue up her cunt.
"Uhhhhh!" Jan groaned.
And then Jean felt her sister's face nuzzling in her pussy. She felt Jan's lips pressing in a long, wet kiss against her puckered cuntlips. They pressed into her clit while her tongue lashed away at the inside of her cunthole.
"Uhhhh, fuck it... fuck it out... oh, yes, yes Jean, fuck me with your tongue," Jan moaned, moving her ass from side to side.
Jean was spinning out of control. While the blonde was getting her pussy sucked and tongued, she kept working her fingers deep into the crack between Jan's full asscheeks. As her finger found the brunette's small, puckered little asshole, she worked her fingertip around in circles, teasing the flesh. Gradually, she made the circles smaller and smaller until she was rubbing around the edge of Jan's asshole. Pressing down, she started pushing her finger inside.
"Uhhh!" the brunette gasped.
Jan shoved down with her hips at this point, grinding her pussy hard into Jean's face. At the same time, she spread her legs, stretching her ass cheeks apart so Jean could get her finger deeper inside. The blonde woman knew her friend was loving it, loving the sensation of that fingertip pushing into the tight, gripping asshole muscle.
"Ohhh, do it, do it, shove it in!" Jan panted.
Jean obliged, wiggling it around, teasing her friend. Jan let out another sharp cry, twisting her hips up and down, telling Jean how she loved getting finger-fucked in the ass.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, shove it in me... shove it in hard!"
Jean kept fingering, feeling her pussy exploding again and again with more sensations of arousal. Her pink cuntlips spread, exposing the darker hollows of her pussy. The blonde curls waved as Jan's breath blew over them. How Jean wanted that tongue now, wanted to feel it sliding up and down her fuckslit, touching her clit, touching all of her body. This was wonderful!
Jean arched her back, rubbing her tits and nipples against the soft curve of Jan's belly. As she wiggled her finger in her sister's tight asshole, she felt her own cuntlips being kissed. Jan's hot, slippery mouth opened wide, its lips pressing down into her outer pussymeat. She felt the brunette's head bearing down, shoving tighter and tighter against her pussy. Jean felt her sister's sucking lips working on her pussy, pulling the flesh up in gentle tugs.
"Jan, Jan... ohhhhh, it's good, soooo very good. Do it! Do it! Suck my cunt 'til I cum!"
She felt Jan's mouth go wild on her pussy, Rushing into her tight fuckhole, sucking on her clit. As Jan sucked hard at her sister's cunt, Jean pushed her finger deeper into the brunette's tight ass. Oh, yes, her sister wanted it, wanted to have that finger pushed in all the way! She groaned, rolling her ass around and around in circular hunches. Jean pulled her finger back, then stiffened it once more and shoved it down up to the second joint. Jan moaned loudly, her body trembling as if someone had slapped her hard. She moaned, the sound throbbing against the vibrating walls of Jean's cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Jean was moaning back, her tongue and finger working together, tickling, teasing, stroking the sensitive flesh. Oh, how good Jan's cunt felt as it hunched down again and again against her face. Jean felt her sister's soft, white thighs close around her head. Jan's cuntlips were spread wide now, exposing the hot tunnel. She groaned as Jean fit her mouth to her cunt once more, then shoved her tongue down as far as she could.
"Ummmmm," she groaned into the frantic blonde's pussy.
Once more, the vibrations quivering through Jean's cunt, shaking her clit to the limit. Jean thought she was going to pop off right then and there. She spread her legs even wider and tensed her thigh muscles, shoving her ass up. She gave her cunt to Jan in a frenzy of fucking. With each hunch of Jean's ass, she felt Jan's wide tongue lash over her clit.
Jan kept her finger up Jan's ass. She pushed her now to one side, rolling over completely. In a moment, she found herself on top. It was a strange, exciting position! Shaking the blonde hairs from her face, she started hunching down, shoving her tight cunt into Jan's mouth. She could feel her sister's tongue push up, stiff and rigid. Straddling Jan's head, she worked her ass around in a series of short, fast hunches. She learned in a moment just how far she could pull up without letting the brunette's tongue slip out of her cunt. As she concentrated on fucking herself with Jan's tongue, Jean glued her mouth once again onto the hot pussy beneath her. Her lips fitted tightly over Jan's soft, fat, hairy pussy. Breathing hard, Jean shot her tongue inside.
"Uuuuhhhhhh!" her sister moaned in response.
Jan was going wild. Jean felt her friend writhing and twisting under her. But she was determined to remain on top. She tightened her grip, continually pushing her cunt down on her sister's face in hard, short strokes. She felt as if she were doing the fucking, fucking herself and Jan at the same time. She wanted to make her sister eat it, suck it, to make her cum! With another groan, Jean shoved her mouth down hard between Jan's legs. Her hips worked up and down now in strong fucking strokes. At the same time, she shoved her finger in as far as it would go, twisting it around from side to side.
"Oooohhh!" Jan cried.
The brunette was shaking under her. Jean knew her sister was going to cum, going to explode as she was about to. Yes, she was about to climax in her sister's mouth! Throwing her head back, Jean let out a loud moan, then shoved her tongue deep into Jan's hot pussy. She felt it starting to spasm, felt the brunette's cunt starting to throb and pulse in the beginnings of orgasm. It was a wild feeling, one that was starting to drive her over the edge.
Jean wiggled her finger deep inside Jan's tight ass while keeping her tongue sliding down into her throbbing cunt. She knew Jan loved it. She could feel the wild spasms shaking her sister all over. The brunette was going mad, sucking hard, her tongue wiggling frantically in Jean's pussy.
"Ooooouuuuuuffff!" Jan growled.
Jean felt the spasms hit her sister's cunt like a bomb. That triggered her own explosion. Twisting her tongue around and around in Jan's squeezing pussy, she felt the spasms tear through her own pussy. Her clit popped into Jan's sucking mouth and vibrated crazily. Her entire body seemed to spasm. Her toes curled, her belly knotted as her cunt, clit and asshole exploded! She grasped tightly onto Jan, feeling she would crash into the ceiling if she let go.
"God!" she cried.
Jean came and came and came, the spasms seeming to increase in intensity as the seconds ticked by. Four days without having sex had taken their toll. Hunching down onto her sister's face, moving her tongue wildly around in Jan's pussy, Jean hunched her dripping cunt hard and fast onto the brunette's stiff, lapping tongue.
Finally it was over. They both collapsed and lay together, cradled in each other's arms. For a long while, neither of the women said anything. Then it was Jan who spoke up in a sleepy, satisfied voice.
"That was wonderful, Jean. I know it was your first time at this kind of thing," she said, propping herself up on her elbows and wiping her lips with the backs of her fingers. "I wouldn't mind doing it again someday, if you like."
Jean put her fingers to her forehead. It was so confusing. Things were happening to her so quickly, things that often didn't happen to women in twenty years!
"I... I don't know. Have you done this... often?" Jean ventured, feeling a little out of focus.
"Oh, once or twice," Jan admitted, getting up from the floor and examining Jean's blouse. "I'm afraid I've torn it. I'll buy you another, of course."
"Jan."
Jean was going to tell her everything about the dog and horse. Why shouldn't her sister know? And yet something held her back.
"Yes?"
"Nothing, nothing at all. I just thought about dinner and--"
"We'll go out, my treat. After that performance, you deserve a little attention," Jan said, patting her sister on the cheek. Jean smiled. Perhaps it was best that Jan not know what was going on under her roof. If she had become angry over Rick, lord only knew what would happen if she were to find out about Shep and Niagara. Besides, that was over, wasn't it?
The following day, she and her sister went into town, shopping the stores bare. For a while at least, Jean forgot about Shep and the horse, about the dark thoughts still present in her mind when she was alone. It was only after Jan had dropped her off and left her to herself that Jean began thinking of those animals, about her strange, attraction to them.
She stood there in the living room, listening to Jan's pick-up trundle down the road toward Rick's ranch. Although nothing was said, Jean knew her sister was going over for a fuck. Standing there staring at the packages on the couch, the blonde felt left out, hanging free while her friend was satisfying herself with that handsome stud.
"Damn!"
Was she turning into a slut? Well, that was a question that seemed to answer itself. She couldn't seem to handle her sexual drive. It had taken her over completely. She had enticed a dog to lick her off. She had touched a horse, fingering his cock and balls while rubbing her naked cunt against his thighs. She had fucked away her cherry with a stranger, then topped it all off with a cunt-sucking spree with her sister! This had all happened within one week! Years of modesty had been thrown into the rubbish! "God!"
And now what was she to do? Did Jan really expect her to sit there at home, with her hands crossed, waiting for her to come home from her mind-blowing fuck? Nothing had been said, but Jean was certain of her sister's intentions.
Jean wiped her hands on her dress and walked into the kitchen. Stopping by the sink, she turned on the water. Shep was outside, jumping around, his tail high in the air as he chased teasing, low-flying birds that wheeled over the yard. Every now and then, he barked, leaping high into the air, his graceful body curving, sailing through space.
"Oh!" Jean gasped.
She'd dropped the glass in the sink, watching it shatter into thousands of pieces. No, she was too worked up, too put out to sit there and wait for Jan to come home with tales of Rick's prowess. She knew how good he was. She wanted him, wanted something to ease the pressure, the heat building in her cunt.
She thought of the dog. Then another idea struck her. It was more daring, more enticing than anything she'd done with the dog. That dream-like incident with Niagara, the time she'd tiptoed into the barn, and touched Niagara. Why not repeat it? Glancing at the wall clock, she saw it was nearly five. The ranch hands were gone, most of them never coming up to the house past three-thirty anyway. Out back, she heard the dog barking. Smiling, Jean crossed her hands over her tits, pressing her fingers into her upper arms. Yes, yes, she would do it. It would be the final trip into the unknown.
She pushed out any thought of morality, any thought of her sister, of Rick. That dark force had taken her over once more. Jean pushed open the front screen door, and she looked from left to right. No one was there. A strange silence pressed down on the ranch. Still smiling, Jean moved quickly from the house, walking over the graveled courtyard to the barn. Once more, she hesitated, one hand on the opened barn door. She could smell the pungent aroma of stale piss and hay. In the darkness, she heard movement. Niagara! She shuddered, her fingers curling, the nails digging into the soft wood.
Jean glanced behind her. No, no one saw her. Everything was quiet. With a sigh, the attractive blonde stepped into the barn, closing the door behind her. The same yellow bulb burned in the center of the building, barely lighting the nearby stalls. Those three horses up front were gone, having been sold earlier. Two others were there, staring at her with their handsome, dark eyes. Shivers of delight rushed up and down her arms. No, she wouldn't think about what she was doing, about the forbidden border she was about to cross.
"Ohhh, Niagara," she sighed.
Jean moved as if in a dream, her feet shuffling quietly over the stubble on the floor. The other horses watched her quietly, their tails swishing against their firm, muscular haunches. Jean glanced at them, then continued down the narrow aisle toward the last stall. There in the dim light, she saw Niagara's shape--big, muscular, overpowering, beautiful! She stopped and let out a shuddering breath. How wonderful, how absolutely wonderful her friend should possess such a creature.
"Niagara," she called softly.
The big animal turned his head around, his pointy ears bending forward while his black, rubbery lips pulled tight against his teeth. No, there was no going back. Jean had made her commitment, and she was going to carry it through!
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhh, Niagara."
It was happening all over again! Jean stood in the small stall, her bare feet sinking in the soft stubble covering the floor. She had taken off her clothing, draping it over several nails in the nearby rear barn wall. The big, black stallion was staring at her, his neck curving as she stood back against the low stall wall. Jean swallowed hard, her heart pounding a mile a minute while her pulse raced through her body. The tips of her tits itched, burned as badly as the lump of pink, wet cunt flesh throbbing between her legs. Jean let out another moan, and her knees knocked against one another! Passing her hand over her belly, Jean felt the warm glow of arousal, of excitement rush through her. Her pussy was quivering as if it were a small, frightened animal. Her full, elastic cuntlips curled and trembled while her clit popped to the surface. Jean's flesh crawled as she watched the big beast staring at her, moving his tail from side to side, his muscular chest heaving with each breath he took.
"Niagara," she repeated, her voice was only a tight whisper now. Gathering what courage she had, Jean pushed away from the wall, feeling the itchy tingle of the straw between her toes. Niagara backed from her a little, his nostrils flaring, a low, smothered snort in his throat. He looked surprised, a little frightened. Jean paused, her tits rolling together with her heavy swings.
"Don't be nervous, boy. I'm not going to sell you, like Jean did to the others," she said in a quavering voice, her hand circling down toward her aching, throbbing cunt. "I'm only here to... to be friends with you."
The horse calmed, pawing the loose ground in front of him and swaying from side to side. Jean closed her eyes and sucked in another sharp breath, her brain reeling with unbelievable excitement. "God!"
She took one step forward, then another, then another until she was right up against the animal. She could feel his hot breath against her tits, against her cheeks, against her chest. Trembling, the young blonde raised both hands. She soon found herself caressing Niagara's head, her fingers smoothing up and down the long sides of his head.
"Oh yes, Niagara, you're a beautiful animal, a beautiful beast."
He was breathing harder. And then he was licking her, drawing his tongue over her arms, the base of her neck. Jean threw back her head and laughed, pressing her hands against the big stallion's neck. The move, the sudden cry startled the beast.
"Easy, easy, boy, easy," she said, hugging his head between her arms.
Oh, how good it was to press her head against his, to rub her hands over his body while he breathed heavily against her! Jean closed her eyes and groaned. She could have stayed like this forever, braced against this powerful animal who would protect her IT "Good, good, Niagara."
But she wanted more. There was going to be something more than just standing there, caressing the big animal. Jean shivered, pressing Niagara's head against her tits, feeling the soft rub of his hairs against her hard nipples. Sighing, she released her hold, stepped back, then moved around to his right side, keeping one hand on his body, talking softly all the time. The barn seemed alive with their sounds, the sounds of arousal, of heaving, labored panting.
"Easy, Niagara, it's going to be okay. It's going to be fine," she whispered, her body growing more and more alive to the stallion's touch with each passing second.
Her heart was beating wildly now. She loved the touch of the horse's body against her fingers. That sensation made her pulse race faster, her flesh crawl with pleasure. That tingling sensation between her legs was becoming more and more urgent. Jean moaned, falling against the animal. Her arms spread out to either side of her body while she turned her head and pressed one cheek against his sides. She was embracing him, holding onto him as if he were her lover!
"Niagara!"
The plump lips of her tight cunt were aching to be touched, to be fucked by the beast! Oh yes, fucked by the horse, her lover. If only she could figure out some way to do it!
One hand stretched out from the left, crawling along the horse's flesh until it reached the rounded haunch. Jean wanted to touch the animal, to move her hands over his balls, his prick. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it until her eyes swam. All the sensitive spots on her body ached and tingled as she stood there, pressing her body against the stallion.
"Yes, Niagara, yes."
She moved a little farther down, still keeping her arms stretched widely apart, still pressing one cheek against the big horse and feeling his warm side against her flesh. In a moment, she was by one hindquarter. Her cunt went into spasms as her quivering pussymeat brushed over his leg!
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned.
Jean felt weak, her knees buckling once more, her head slipping back while her fingers grabbed desperately against the stallion's sides. Managing to regain control, she leaned heavily against the beast, her breathing rioting out in gasps for several more minutes. She began moving her body from side to side, rubbing her tits, her pussy against the animal's short hair. Her pussylips folded one over the other, peeling back, letting her feel the stallion's warm flesh brushing over the inner pink folds and hollows of her cunt.
Jean clenched her teeth, gasping and moaning as the sensations between her legs was about to erupt. She could feel that, sense that as she leaned against the animal. No, she couldn't cum right now, not just doing this, rubbing against the placid stallion. She stopped for a moment, resting her burning forehead against Niagara's side, feeling only his breathing now, just the movement of his ribs as he sucked in deeper and deeper breaths. Her hand was moving again, moving backward as if it had a mind of its own! Yes, she was going to touch him, touch him as she'd touched him before!
"Niagara... " Her fingers trembled, then stretched back, back until they were tracing the full, round lines of the horse's ass. Again, Jean felt the gentle swish of his tail against her arms. She curled her fingers, digging her nails into the animal's sides. Immediately, Niagara whinnied, starting to paw the ground and move against the side of his stall. But Jean knew how to calm him down. Stroking him, crooning to the nervous animal, she brought him around with her gentle talk and caresses. Soon he was snorting with excitement, his head straight forward, draped over the low front of his stall. She knew he wanted her.
"Ahhhhh!" Jean sighed.
She was touching his prick, touching his balls! Jean trembled again, feeling the hot, leathery flesh against her fingertips. Niagara stiffened, his body rippling at her touch! The woman let out a shuddering breath and rubbed her cunt harder against the animal's sides. How good her clit felt, how it exploded and trembled as the wiry horse hairs brushed over her small clit! She stopped for a moment, breathing heavily while a shower of sparks flew into her cunt. She could feel her pussy walls clenching, almost hear them slapping together as the muscles at her cuntal throat went into spasms.
There. It was over for the moment. Opening her eyes, Jean moved her fingers again, rubbing against his large, black, ball-sac. Niagara liked that. She heard him snorting again, felt his sleek body trembling against hers as he pawed the ground. At times, she looked around and found herself staring right back at the big beast, his eyes wide, his nostrils quivering as he sucked air in with loud, wheezing sounds.
"Good, good... uhhhhhhh... " she moaned.
The room was growing mistier as her hand moved up and down, gathering the balls in her fingers. They felt so warm, so very hot. She thought of the cum packed in those balls and let out a grunt. How she wanted to do more with the big animal. She found herself backing down, turning halfway around and moving her other hand up. In a moment, she was standing there by Niagara's powerful buttocks, both hands smoothing over the rounded curves. She didn't mind the tail swishing against her body. At times, the long, rough tail hairs brushed over her nipples, her cunt. That light, feathery touch brought out moans of pleasure. She knew she was smiling at the big beast's touch!
"Good... good," Jean cooed.
She played with his balls, weighing them, curling her fingers and gathering them up in both hands! Niagara was whinnying now, his hindquarters stiffening, spreading apart. Swallowing hard, Jean moved the balls up, feeling them pillow out against her hand, moving them up until she had them almost flat against his stomach. Then she let them drop, and she watched them swing back and forth. Niagara moved around in his stall again, snorting, whinnying, shaking his head impatiently from side to side.
"All right, boy, all right."
She seemed to know what he wanted. Sucking in another deep breath, Jean drew her hands back together. Tracing the split between his balls, she rubbed downward until her fingertips found the base of his long cock!
"God!" she gasped.
Niagara froze again, his head leaning farther out from the stall while his hindquarters spread a little more for her. Jean stumbled forward, caught herself, then began closing her fingers around the big shaft. Oh, she couldn't even get her hand around it! His cock was so thick. And how that hot hunk of meat throbbed against her fingers when she touched it!
"What should I do?" Jean asked herself out loud.
Bending forward slightly, her tits swinging out from her chest, Jean began moving her fingers up and down, up and down. She felt the loose flesh surrounding the horse's cock sliding sexily over the steely inner core. Her eyes were widening, her nostrils flaring as she stroked the big beast. His balls were swinging forward, at times brushing against her wrists as Jean brought her hands farther and farther down. Oh, that cock! It seemed to go on forever!
"Yes, you beautiful, beautiful animal, yessss."
Faster and faster, her fingers worked. How hot he was getting! Jean stopped for a moment, and she felt his prick throbbing and jerking against her fingers. At that point the woman realized she was close to cumming herself! She and a horse! Yes, they were both going to make it, and at the same time!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Again, Jean stopped, her fingers gripping the hard hunk of stud meat throbbing between her hands. She was an animal, a rutting animal needing this stallion to put out the fire between her legs! Slowly, she stroked down to the bulbous, black cockhead at the end of that stalk. Her knees bent, quavered, threatened to give way as she slipped her fingers down.
"Easy, Niagara, easy boy."
Jean thought she would faint when she heard the horse begin to make a strangled sound in his throat. Soon. Soon, he'd be spraying out his cum! And then? "Very nice, Jean!"
The blonde froze on the spot, her hands pulling away from the horse's prick. She stumbled backward, wiping her palms guiltily on her naked thighs while her cheeks flushed beet-red. Who was it? She shook her head violently, trying to clear her mind while her heart kept beating wildly.
"Oh my God!"
It was Jan, her sister, standing there frowning at her. Behind her was Rick, a slight grin on his face.
"Looks like your little sister has grown up since I fucked her," he said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the horse, then at her.
"You don't have to explain, Jean. I can't believe this," Jan said, her eyes wide. "You're nothing better than... than some slut off the streets."
Jean felt her voice freeze. The worst, the very worst thing had happened. She had been caught in this foul act! She wanted to run, to hide, but there was no way out.
"Well, if you want the horse so badly, then we'll give him to you," Jan said, turning to Rick and whispering something.
"What... what are you going to do?" Jean stammered, seeing the two coming toward her. Behind her, Niagara was snorting once more, made nervous by the approaching humans.
"Since you enjoy horses so much, dear, we're going to give you your fill," Jan said, a wicked look in her eye. It was that same look she'd seen when her sister attacked her the day before!
"Oh no!" Jean cried.
But there was no time to run. Rick grabbed one hand, Jan the other. Jean struggled, her knees bending, her head lolling from side to side while she dug her heels into the soft dirt. But there was nothing she could do.
"She's hot enough, Jan. Christ! She's got juice runnin' outta her like some volcano," Rick commented.
"You want a fuck so bad, Jean. You're going to get it," Jan hissed.
"Wh... what?"
Someone had kicked her behind the knees, knocking her to the ground. Jean let out a grunt, her ass hitting the hay-covered floor hard. Shaking the hair from her eyes, the terrified blonde had just enough time to see the two grab her once more, then slide her up to the horse. Niagara was staring down at her, rearing back, his black nostrils quivering.
"You can do it?" Rick asked Jan as he squinted his eyes up while they rested for a second.
"I'm strong enough. It'll be a trip to watch my good little sister fucked onto this thing."
Jean tilted back her head, her eyes staring at that long, black cock sticking straight out from Niagara's hindquarters. Riding at the top were those two soft, firm balls, pressed now against his prickroot. They were going to fuck her onto that thing, screw her onto his cock! Jean screamed, trying to jerk her arms away. But both Rick and Jan were strong and determined. She bent her knees, kicking out wildly with both legs, her feet hitting the whinnying horse at times.
"Christ! She's gonna get us killed if she keeps up like this," Jan panted.
"Lemme take care of this."
Rick let go and swung around, jerking one hand high in the air over his head. Jean rolled her eyes up just in time to see his hand coming down at her. There was the sound of a dry smack, then her head rattled and stars popped in front of her eyes. Tears rolled down from the stinging pain while her tits jiggled and slapped against one another.
"Now," Rick said simply, moving up to her legs and motioning with his head for Jan to do the same.
Jean moaned, knowing she was being dragged forward. Her arms trailed up behind her head while the loose stubble worked into her ears, scratched her back. They were moving on either side of the stallion now, talking to him, touching him gently while tugging her legs back and up. Rick was giving Jan some directions. Then Jean felt something very hot, very slick and firm pressing against her bloated cuntlips. Niagara's cock. Yes, they were screwing that prick into her. She was being fucked by a horse!
"Nooooo!"
Shock and terror knifed through the young woman, but there was nothing she could do. Her cuntlips flattened back, peeled apart. Jean arched her back, her legs quivering, the tendons and muscles stretching against her white flesh.
"No, no, no!" she cried as she felt his cockhead working into her cunt. A horse's cock! Her belly muscles contracted while a feeling of nausea swept over her. Jean curled her fingers into fists, beating them against the ground while she tried jerking her legs, kicking them at the animal over her. But both Rick and Jan were ready now, holding her firmly, laughing at her as they worked her up onto that fat, long, hard cock. "Uhhhhh... God!"
Then the cockhead was worked completely inside! Jean gasped, her mouth opening, spittle frothing around the corners of her lips. Jan and Rick tugged up a little farther after a while, straightening her legs, pulling her a few more inches onto Niagara's cock. Back and forth, up and down, they moved her body, stretching her legs apart as if they were the pieces of a wishbone.
"Uh... uhhhhh," she moaned.
Jean closed her eyes, fighting the swirl of thoughts attacking her. A horse's cock. Yes, she was starting to feel that tension again, that itchy sensation she had felt when rubbing her cunt against Niagara's thigh. Glancing up again, she saw that long, black prickshaft outside, bending at the center under the animal's powerful underbelly. With a perverse stream of thought, the woman wanted it inside of her pussy, all of it. She kicked again, once more feeling Rick's and Jan's fingers holding her.
"Fucking, baby, fucking a Goddamned horse! That's what you're doing, baby," Rick said.
They twisted her around so she could feel the animal's cock working inside of her cunt.
She was resting almost completely on her shoulder blades now. They were still fucking her on the thing, hauling her up as if she were a bale of hay, working yet another inch or two of the big horse's cock into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Jean was sobbing as she felt her cunt being stretched wide open to take on the massive cock. The smell of the barn, the smell of the animal all made her feel so hot, so wild. Once more, they turned her around and around, rotating her along the fat hunk of prickmeat.
And above her, Niagara was going wild. His powerful legs were shaking, moving from side to side while he tossed his head. Jean heard him whinnying crazily. She flexed her thighs when she felt his cock jerking around inside her cunt. Yes, he was going to cum! She could feel the hot hunk of studmeat inside her rubbing against the slick folds and hollows of her pussy, stretching her cuntlips, stimulating her clit.
Jan and Rick were laughing even louder now as they pulled her up yet another inch. Her legs were pressed hard against the sides of the beast, and her hair fanned out on the floor. She was covered with filth and straw stubble. And still she wanted more, more of the horse's dick inside her, stretching her, defiling and yet exciting her!
"Ohhhhh!" Jean wailed.
"She's gonna pop!" Rick exclaimed.
"Oh God, God!" her sister panted.
Niagara suddenly stopped his wild moves. Jean saw his tail rise, his hindquarters quivering. And then there was the sensation of something spattering against her cuntwalls. He was firehosing her down with his jizz, dumping his load of animal cum into her pussy. Jean pulled to one side, gnawing her whitened knuckles while trying to kick out her legs once more. She was on the edge too, on the edge of orgasm with the big black stallion.
"Ohhh... yagggghhhhhhh!"
The blonde snapped her head back as brilliant flashes of light matched the thunder roaring in her head. Cumming, cumming with the big beast spraying his load of jizz into her pussy. Jean twisted her body from side to side, ignoring the straw and filth clinging to her flesh, concentrating only on the stuffed feeling that made her belly swell. And over all was the sense of cum spattering against her spasming pussy walls! Big Niagara was cumming, unloading his jizz in her cunt. And it was wonderful, wonderful!
"Cummmmmmm!" She screamed.
The word seemed to release more explosions between her shivering legs. It felt as if the whole world around her were exploding, blowing to pieces and crashing down into her cunt. Her pussywalls spasmed again as her cunt clutched around that hunk of greasy studmeat, holding the squirting, shooting cock deep inside.
"Cummmmmminnnngggg!" Jean cried again, faintly hearing her own voice just before she passed out under the pawing, panting animal.
Jean had no idea how long she'd been out. When she came to, she was back in her bedroom upstairs, apparently having been washed and tucked in. She blinked open her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Had it all been some vicious dream? Had she imagined the whole thing--Shep, Niagara, Jan, Rick? One sexual event had tumbled atop another, each one more frenzied, more perverse than the last!
No, it was all true. She closed her eyes and fought back the feeling of sickness rising in her throat. She had indeed made it with the dog, then turned around and made it with her sister, Rick, and finally... and finally with the stallion, Niagara! She remembered the hot feeling she'd had standing next to the beast, pressing up against him, rubbing her body against his. And then Jean and Rick had come in and interrupted, had changed the scene. They had done what she didn't dare do. They made her fuck the horse.
"Oh God!" she sobbed.
Jean turned her head on the crushed pillow, and she bit on her fingers. How could she live with that? How could she live with any of it? Would it drive her mad?
Jean groaned once more, pushing that thought from her. She would deal with it later. She would deal with that lovely memory of having Niagara's cock in her, stretching her cunt, stretching it while it slipped and slurped back and forth in her seeping fuckhole! They had laughed at her. But, oh, what a feeling she remembered having when the beast came in her pussy!
Who knew? Perhaps Jan had done the same thing. She had only begun to realize that her sister was a lot more wild than she thought. Jean smiled. She'd have to have a long, long talk with her sister when the blonde felt a little better. Right now, yawning, Jean felt she had to get some rest, to recover from the fuck of her life! A horse. Yes, well, why not?
