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Horny For Rams And Horses
by David Crane (address withheld)
Originally published by TheEditor

***

He was a sturdy horse, but not overly large, and she was 
able to touch both booted heels against the animal's 
cock. Her well-muscled thighs gripped the horse around 
the flanks, tightening and relaxing as if she were 
lasting at a trot. She began to rub her heels up and 
down the animal's huge, swollen prick. (MF, oral, anal, 
beast)

***

-= Chapter 1 =-

Marion Tremayne was startled when she realized that the 
horse she was riding was getting a hard-on.

Then she was thrilled.

She was riding bareback, and the thought that it must 
have been the rubbing of her hot crotch on his back 
which excited the horse was the sort of thing that 
thrilled the woman. Marion was a sexy woman who had 
often given men hard-ons, but this, as far as she knew, 
was the first time that she had ever excited an animal.

She looked ahead to where her guide was riding, leading 
the way. When she saw that he was looking straight 
ahead, she grinned and leaned sideways, staring down 
under the animal's loins.

His huge prick looped out in a fat prod.

The big, dark-fleshed cockhead was just starting to push 
out from the foreskin and his balls were big as melons.

Marion was getting turned on, herself.

She looked ahead again.

The young man who was guiding her along the forest trail 
was paying her no attention and had obviously not 
realized that her mount was sporting a stiffening prick.

Marion folded her legs in around the horse's flanks.

He was a sturdy horse, but not overly large, and she was 
able to touch both booted heels against the animal's 
cock. Her well-muscled thighs gripped the horse around 
the flanks, tightening and relaxing as if she were 
lasting at a trot. She began to rub her heels up and 
down the animal's huge, swollen prick.

It got bigger and bigger.

The head flared out in a great, mushroom-shaped slab of 
dark-gray cockmeat, throbbing. Marion could feel his 
prick pulsating between her heels. The woman wished that 
she were barefoot so that she could caress that lovely 
cock with her naked feet and calves.

The woman kept leaning down to gaze under the horse, 
then quickly looking ahead to make sure that the horse's 
condition and, more to the point, her own involvement 
and interest in that condition had not been noticed.

Marion would have been mortified if the young man had 
noticed what she was doing.

She felt a bit embarrassed by it, herself.

Yet that massive hunk of horsemeat was so thrilling that 
she wasn't worried about a silly thing like being 
embarrassed... as long as no one else knew about it.

The guide did not look back.

He was leading them along a narrow trail with trees on 
one side and a shalestone incline on the other, 
carefully picking his way around and under overhanging 
branches, concentrating on the path.

Marion massaged the horse's cock some more.

She began to wonder if she would be able to make the 
horse come like that, between her feet.

The instant that the possibility occurred to her, she 
felt an unholy urge to jack the beast, knowing what a 
thrill it would be to see his cum spurt out and know she 
had caused it. But she was nervous. What if the young 
man happened to look back just at the critical moment, 
when the horse was spurting his wad?

She looked ahead again.

Marion was flushed with lust and blushing with 
embarrassment because of that lust.

The young man, although she did not know it, was 
blushing, too.

He was a teenager, tall and lean, dressed in jeans and a 
plaid work shirt, boots and a Stetson. His name was 
Jake. He was blushing because he thought... and hoped... 
that there was a chance that sexy Marion Tremayne 
intended to seduce him.

Such things had happened to Jake before.

He worked on the dude ranch and, quite often, the women 
who took their vacations there were horny, and a few of 
them had seduced young Jake at the end of the trail.

In his tight Jeans, with his crotch-bulge evident, Jake 
was the sort who appealed to horny women of all ages.

But no one as gorgeous as Marion had ever stayed at the 
ranch before, and her very beauty made the boy nervous.

That was why he was not looking back.

In fact, it had been Marion's intention to seduce Jake.

This was her first day at the ranch. Right away, she had 
seen the way his cock bulged in his tight jeans and 
figured that she would make a play for him as soon as 
they stopped in some lovely and romantic spot along the 
trail.

Marion was a married woman and not particularly 
promiscuous, but she had come on this vacation without 
her husband and it was the sort of occasion when even a 
faithful wife was entitled to slip up, she figured. She 
had been thinking about seducing young Jake as she rode 
along bareback, and she had been getting hot.

She thought that maybe she would blow him first.

Marion liked lean, young men, and the thought of driving 
them wild with her tongue, hearing them whimper as she 
took their jism in her mouth, was inspirational.

Then, if he was as potent as he looked, she would let 
him fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted.

That had been her intention.

And perhaps it had been her sexual arousal that had 
inspired the horse to get an erection.

But now Marion found herself far more intrigued with the 
horse than with Jake.

Marion was a tall, willowy woman, with long, long legs. 
Those legs were wrapped firmly around the horse as she 
continued to stroke his prick between her heels.

She had an ass shaped like a valentine, and that ass was 
rubbing steadily on the animal's back as she worked her 
foaming crotch around on heated animal flesh.

The horse was slightly lathered.

Her cunt was lathered a lot more.

Marion's tits were large and firm and thrusting and, at 
the moment, her nipples stood out stiff and trembling 
against her shirt, swollen so much they seemed ready to 
explode.

She looked down again.

Her curly auburn hair cascaded over her cheek as she 
leaned far down over the horse's back and gazed at his 
cock. Her green eyes flared, hot as molten jade, 
thrilled by the sight. Her wide, full lips parted, 
panting, and the pink tip of her tongue slid across her 
mouth.

By this time, the horse's prick was hard as a rock and 
so taut that it was throbbing between her boots like a 
captive snake. She knew that it wouldn't take much more 
rubbing to bring the beast to a climax.

Did she have time?

Could she complete the job without being discovered?

Marion rationalized the situation: If the horse still 
had a hard-on when Jake looked back, or when they 
stopped, it was going to be an awfully embarrassing 
situation, anyhow. She would have to pretend that she 
hadn't noticed that erection, or feign dismay when she 
did, and she knew that both she and Jake would be 
mortified.

On the other hand, if the horse shot his load now, his 
prick would undoubtedly soften and diminish, and Jake 
would never realize what had happened behind him on the 
trail.

That was how Marion justified her decision.

She began to move her feet up and down with a steady 
rhythm that would bring the horse off quickly. She 
adored the way his cock pulsated between her feet. Her 
pussy was getting so hot that she thought she might 
cream herself, soaking her riding jodhpurs.

The horse began to sway and stumble, losing his footing 
as he began to concentrate more on his cock than his 
stride. His nostrils flared and his breath billowed out. 
His neck turned, and he gazed back at his rider in 
wonderment.

Marion leaned on his withers with one hand.

Bending down lithely, she reached under the animal and 
fingered the swollen head of his prick. It was damp. His 
pre-cum juices were already seeping out.

When she brought her hand back up, her fingers were 
dripping with horse jizz. She held her hand up before 
her face, staring at the creamy ribbons in fascination. 
Horse cum looked thicker than a man's cum, she thought. 
It felt hotter, too. But she was so hot that it was hard 
to judge anything hotter. The raging heat that had 
started in her crotch seemed to have seeped throughout 
her whole body. Even her eyes seemed to be hot as she 
stared at her hand and watched the slippery ribbons of 
horse cum slowly slide down her fingers and palm.

Then the horny woman did a naughty thing.

She brought her hand to her lips, pushed her tongue out 
and lapped up some horse jism.

She blushed furiously even as she did it, and knew that 
later, when she had cooled down, she would feel 
disgusted with her behavior. But at the moment, she 
simply had to have a taste of that thick jizz. She tried 
to believe that she was tasting it out of mere 
curiosity, to see if it had the same flavor and texture 
as a man's cum... but in her heart, she had to admit 
that she was doing it because she lusted with a sexual 
frenzy for that slick slime.

"Oooooh," she moaned, as the musky taste tingled on her 
tongue.

She lapped up another tongueful.

Her tongue felt as hot as her clit now.

Her mouth was salivating every bit as much as her cunt 
was melting with juice.

Bunching her fingers together, Marion pushed them into 
her mouth and began to suck on them as if they were a 
cock.

And she sucked them clean, letting the hot cum slide 
around on her tingling taste buds for a moment, then 
swallowing every sweet drop. Hot flashes ran through her 
like lightning. The thrill of doing such a perverted 
thing was driving lust through the fabric of her mind as 
well as her body.

Now the horny woman was so worked up that her need to 
make the horse climax was every bit as powerful as the 
horses need to get his swollen cock and bloated balls 
emptied.

Marion leaned on the beast's withers with both hands and 
began to rub her feet up and down along his prick 
faster. Her ankles arched and her instep caressed the 
underside of his cock while she pulled up on his 
vibrating prick. She could feel his fat vein pulsating 
right through the leather of her boots. Her own blood 
seemed to throb though her veins in the same way, and 
her heart was pounding like the horse's cock.

As her legs moved up and down on the animal's flanks, 
her crotch was moving, too, rubbing steadily along the 
horse's spine. Her pussy was flooding her panties now. 
Marion was so hot that she felt numb. She didn't know if 
she were coming or not.

Then the horse came!

She gasped as she felt his huge prick suddenly give a 
mighty lurch, then his massive cock recoiled between her 
feet, slamming back, and from his cockhead his thick 
slime spurted out like a fluid cannonball.

Jism shot out between the horse's front legs and flew 
ten feet up the trail splashing heavily on the ground.

The animal snorted and his hindquarters lowered, 
squatting down, so that his prick was aimed upward at a 
higher angle. His second mighty jet of jism blew out; 
lifting into the leafy branches of the overhanging trees 
like a silvery spaceship launched with such velocity 
that it could escape the suck of gravity.

Marion slid back along his angled spine.

Her hands clutched the horse's mane, and she squirmed, 
working her cunt around on his back as she watched that 
creamy stream rise high into the trees, then hang 
suspended for a moment before it dropped back to the 
earth.

For a horrible moment, Marion thought that tremendous 
shot was going to fly so far ahead that it would 
splatter all over Jake's back.

But it fell short of the guide, splashing on the trail 
behind his mount. It was so thick that the lumps 
fragmented like brittle metal, silvery drops bouncing in 
all directions.

Marion's feet were still massaging his spurting cock.

A third powerful jet burst from the horse's cockhead, 
then a fourth, looping up and spraying the tree.

Then the pressure was off. Cum continued to pour from 
him, but it wasn't hosing out now. It was merely 
trickling from the gaping cleft and running down his 
meaty knob, soaking her boots.

Marion kept squeezing his prick until she had milked out 
every last drop from the brute. She felt his cock begin 
to soften.

The horse snorted and shook his head as if he were 
mystified my what had happened. Perhaps he was. It isn't 
every day that a horse gets jacked off by a woman rider.

And Marion also looked stunned, amazed by what she had 
done... and amazed at how thrilling it had been!


-= Chapter 2 =-

Marion's crotch was awash.

Cuntjuice had flooded from her, soaking her panties and 
jodhpurs, and seeping through onto the horse's back.

The horse was blowing as if they had been at a full 
gallop. He walked forward again, his head swinging from 
side to side. His prick had retracted back into his 
loins a bit, but a lot of the massive shaft still stuck 
out, semi-hard. His big cock knob was half sheathed by 
the foreskin now and pointing at the ground like some 
fleshy divining rod swaying up and down as it sought a 
hidden underground source of water. They walked on past 
the glinting drops of his cum that had fallen onto the 
trail, and under the other thick drops that had sprayed 
the trees and now hung from the branches.

Marion stared at the stuff.

The flavor of horse cum still lingered on her taste 
buds, kept hot by her saliva.

Marion was getting some very exciting ideas.

Ahead, young Jake turned his mount around a bend in the 
trail and, for a moment, was out of sight. Then Marion 
rounded the bend. She stared at Jake. He still looked 
attractive, tall and slim and wiry. She knew that a fit 
young man like that would be able to throw a great fuck 
into her. She knew it would be a lot of fun for her, to 
seduce a teenaged cowboy.

She still intended to.

But now a dark lust and deep depravity had overwhelmed 
Marion. She was having the most unholy urges. Her pretty 
face was flushed from the fires within, her green eyes 
glowed as if they were the glazed windows of a blazing 
furnace.

Yes, soon she would seduce Jake.

But she had a more immediate desire, a desire that 
overwhelmed her by its intensity.

Marion wanted to be alone with the horse!

Jacking him off with her feet had been such thrill that 
it had corrupted her mind and melted her inhibitions. 
But she had needed to be cautious, to make sure that 
Jake did not see what she was doing. And now she wanted 
to do it again, in solitude, so that she could 
concentrate completely on what she was doing without 
having to worry about her guide discovering her.

If it had been wonderful to do it with her booted feet, 
just imagine the thrill of jacking the horse off with 
her naked hands! Maybe letting him shoot his thick slime 
all over her belly and tits!

Maybe even--oh, the thrill of such depravity--maybe even 
letting him shoot in her face!

Marion was thinking fast and hard.

And she came up with a plan...

***

Marion Tremayne was twenty-six years old.

She had been married for five years, and it had been a 
happy enough marriage. She had met her husband, Jim, at 
college. She had not been a virgin when they met, but 
she had not been awfully experienced, either. Jim had 
been more experienced than she had, and he had fucked 
her on their second date. On their third date, she had 
given him a blowjob. He had enjoyed that so much that he 
asked her to go steady.

Soon enough, more by silent understanding than any 
spoken words, they became engaged.

When Jim graduated, they were married. They had a good 
sex life; Jim was an attentive lover, potent and blessed 
with a rather large prick, and Marion had never been 
known to have a headache at bedtime. She had never felt 
any desire to take a lover... at least, not to have an 
affair.

She had cheated on Jim twice, which she did not think 
was too much by present day standards.

Both times had been spur-of-the-moment flings, happening 
by chance rather than by plan, and she had gone to bed 
with these two men only one time each, without any 
emotional entanglements or any desire to see them again.

Purely physical, they were harmless, as long her husband 
never found out about them, she reasoned.

She had no idea if Jim had ever cheated on her. But if 
he had, she would have been reasonable about it, as long 
as it had not developed into a serious affair that might 
endanger their marriage.

The first time that Marion had committed adultery had 
been with a television repairman.

He had been young, hardly out of his teens, and he had 
arrived at the house to change a faulty wire at just the 
right time, when Marion's own system was on overload.

Marion had awakened that morning feeling very much like 
getting fucked. But when she reached out lazily in the 
direction of her husband's groin, she found the bed 
empty, although still warm and indented from his body. 
She heard the shower running. That meant that Jim was 
not yet dressed and she was still hopeful of getting 
some prick. Marion lowered the blankets so that her big, 
firm tits and stiff nipples were uncovered, then she 
waited for him to come back to the bedroom.

But when he did, he failed to take any notice of her 
sensual stretching and meaningful glances.

Barely glancing at her, he got dressed.

Marion was irritated.

And very horny.

But Jim left for work, giving her no more than a parting 
kiss and leaving her unfucked.

Marion had lingered in bed.

She was trying to make up her mind if she wanted to give 
herself a handjob or not. The idea of coming was 
pleasant, but she always felt rather silly when she did 
it. Finger fucking herself seemed childish, not the sort 
of thing that a happily married woman ought to have to 
do. Still, her pussy was demanding some attention and 
what other choice did she have but to rub herself off?

She had just started to stroke her cunt, taking her time 
and intending to make it a prolonged and leisurely 
handed, when the front doorbell sounded.

Who on earth could it be?

She pulled a frilly negligee on and, naked underneath 
the semi-transparent garment, went to answer the door. 
She had not dressed so provocatively for any devious 
reasons. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she 
could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring 
wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.

But it was the television repairman.

Marion had forgotten that he had been called. When she 
opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she 
was embarrassed.

She had to let him in, obviously, but she wished that 
she had put something less revealing on. Should she ask 
him to wait for long enough to get sedately dressed? 
Well, hardly. Prompt television repairmen were rare and 
valuable... she could hardly leave him standing on the 
doorstep, where a passing stranger with a faulty 
television might kidnap him.

Marion opened the door.

Up until then, she had not really noticed what the man 
looked like, only that he was young and wore overalls.

But the moment she opened the door wide, the young man 
stared at her with such obvious surprise and admiration 
that Marion, in turn, took a closer look at him.

He was good-looking in a hard-faced fashion, with lank, 
sandy hair and nice gray eyes... and those nice gray 
eyes were popping out like hard-boiled eggs as he stared 
at her tits.

She flushed, aware that her nipples, still stiff from 
her interrupted masturbation, were standing out in 
prominent peaks against her negligee. And, in spite of 
her embarrassment, her taut tit tips were getting bigger 
under the man's gaze.

Then his gaze dropped to her lower belly.

Marion realized that the dark vee of her pubic mound 
could be seen through the sheer material.

At the same time, her own gaze dropped, and she saw that 
the front of the repairman's overalls had started to 
swell.

Flustered, she stepped aside to let him enter, trying 
her best to look unconcerned and unaware of his obvious 
sexual attention and the hard-on that accompanied it. He 
brushed past her, his arm lightly contacting her tit.

He looked as flustered as she felt.

Marion turned to lead him to the television. She could 
feel his eyes burning into her shapely ass as he 
followed her down the hall.

Leaving him with the faulty set, she went out of the 
room. The woman was in a strange mood, still horny from 
before and now aroused anew by the young man's 
undisguised desire.

Christ! Did he suppose that she was one of those lewd 
housewives that seduce strangers?

Marion figured that she had better get dressed.

She glanced into the television room again before going 
back upstairs. He was removing the back from the set, 
but he still sorted a big hard-on.

Marion turned away, dizzy with desire.

Oh, no! No, I mustn't, she thought.

She had never cheated on Jim before, and she was 
determined not to do it now, but her pussy was on fire. 
It was Jim's fault, she thought. If he had fucked me 
this morning, I wouldn't even be thinking of such a 
thing! I'm not going to do it, anyhow, but it's his 
fault that I'm thinking of it at all!

She was starting to justify her misbehavior even while 
she vowed not to misbehave. Marion decided to go 
upstairs and frig herself off before she got dressed, to 
remove the danger of her needs by hand, before she once 
again, confronted the repairman. Despite her good 
intentions, she did not trust herself in her horny frame 
of mind. The young man was awfully good-looking and, 
more to the point, awfully horny.

It had always turned Marion on to know that she, in 
turn, had turned a man on, especially a potent young 
man.

The brunette was halfway up the stairs when she stopped.

The thought of finger fucking herself was depressing.

She stood there, one hand on the railing, struggling 
with herself, trembling all over.

Then she sighed.

Marion knew that she was going to be filled with remorse 
and shame and guilt, afterward, but right at the moment, 
the woman was in the grip of a lust that she could not 
conquer.

Marion went back to the television room.

The young man pretended to be busily occupied with the 
mysterious inner workings of the television set as he 
looked at her secretly and blushed deeply. Marion stood 
over him uncertainly. She had made up her mind to seduce 
him, but she was new to this game. How did a woman go 
about such a thing? Should she come right out with it 
and ask him if he wanted to fuck her? Never! She could 
never force herself to ask something so bold and wanton. 
Should she wait for him to make the first suggestion? 
But he was evidently young and shy. What if he did not 
take the hint of her presence, her silence?

Actions, she realized, would come easier to her than 
words.

Trembling with shame and lust. Marion slowly slid the 
negligee from her shoulders, then let it drop in a 
flurry of silk around her feet. She stood stark naked 
over the youth.

He gasped and looked up.

His eyes burned into her once again, making her feel 
warm and wanted all through her body.

His mouth worked, but no words came out.

It was as if his vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.

It suited her.

Marion did not want to talk to the man, she wanted him 
to fuck her. She didn't even want to know his name. When 
he tried to speak again, she shook her head.

"Shhhh... don't talk," she whispered.

Then she knelt down beside him.

He groaned his whole body quivering, and the bulge in 
the front of his overalls pounded like a jackhammer. 
Marion opened his fly, and she drew his cock out. It was 
so stiff that it was jerking in her hand. She held it in 
her palm for a moment, staring at it, realizing that 
this was the first prick that she was going to have 
adulterously. Then Marion bent down, and she took his 
sweet, young cockmeat into her mouth.

She hadn't intended to blow him.

She just wanted to suck on his prick for a moment before 
they fucked.

But the repairman was so horny that, the moment she took 
a suck on his prickhead, he squirted his juices into her 
throat. Marion gasped and gulped. It was too late to 
stop then, nor did she want to. She nursed his cock, 
milked it dry and swallowed his cum.

When she drew her lips away, she was afraid that her 
greed had betrayed her and deprived her cunt of a 
fucking. But he had the potency and stamina of youth 
and, despite his climax, his cock remained as hard as 
iron as it sprouted from his fly.

Marion daintily wiped a drop of cum from her lips.

She lay back on the carpet, her knees lifted, and her 
thighs parted. The repairman still hadn't managed to say 
a word. He stripped his clothes off, and Marion watched 
as his smooth, almost hairless body was revealed. He 
mounted her and cupped her ass in his hands. She made 
hooks of her thighs and a cup of her belly. He slid his 
prick up her cunt and fucked her wildly.

There beside the broken television, they thrilled to the 
mutual joy of a simultaneous orgasm.

Afterward, he replaced the faulty wire.

At the door, Marion, averting her gaze, said: "I hope 
you don't think I do that sort of thing with everyone.

But he only grinned.

That, in fact, was exactly what he thought.

When she thought about it afterward. Marion was 
surprised to find that she did not feel ashamed of 
herself. The guilt that she had feared and expected did 
not come. She felt a little naughty, that was all. And 
she reasoned that, after all, no harm had been done. Jim 
would never find out she had gotten her rocks off and 
the repairman, whose name she did not know, had 
obviously enjoyed his part in it.

However, although she was pleased by her attitude toward 
cheating, Marion did not become promiscuous.

It was over a year before she slipped up again.

And it happened more or less by accident, and with a 
horny young man who had admired her and, with his 
admiration, turned her on.

Marion had spent the day at the beach. She had gone into 
the water once, but she had mainly sunbathed, wearing a 
tiny black bikini and stretching out on a large beach 
towel. It was a fairly secluded beach, not empty, but 
not at all crowded. A group of young men were drinking 
beer out of cans and sitting on a blanket not far from 
Marion. No one else was nearby. After awhile, Marion 
became aware that the conversation among the young men 
had hushed. She realized that they were admiring her and 
that their comments were whispered.

Basking in that youthful admiration, feigning innocence, 
she shifted her body on the towel, letting them get a 
look at her from different angles as she assumed, as if 
by accident, several sexy poses. With her eyes narrowed 
and shielded by her sunglasses, she gazed back and was 
thrilled to see that every one of the young men had a 
big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks.

At that point, Marion was not thinking of doing 
anything. She was just enjoying their attention and felt 
pleased that she had aroused them all so much.

After awhile, all of the young men left... but one.

He lingered on, staring at her with a gaze so lustful 
that he looked hungry and haunted.

He also looked horny and potent, and the bulge in his 
swimming trunks was enticingly massive.

That was when Marion decided to fuck him.

With the experience of her first adultery behind her, 
Marion was not as inhibited, hesitant or shy.

The situation was ideal.

The youth was a total stranger whom she would never 
encounter again, and there was no way that her adultery 
could become known. Her pussy began to flood with the 
juices of her passion. But she was in no hurry. She 
teased the youth, rubbing suntan option into her body, 
caressing up the insides of her parted thighs with the 
creamy oil, working it into the thrusting globes of her 
tits.

Then she sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked 
directly at the young man.

He looked away nervously.

"Excuse me," she called, softly.

"Errr... me, Ma'am?" he croaked.

"Yes do me a favor?"

He looked embarrassed, obviously aware of how evident 
his erection was being displayed.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Do my back, will you? I can't quite reach."

He hesitated. Blushing, Marion realized he might not 
dare to approach with that big hard-on, so she turned 
over onto her belly and faced the other way.

The boy came to her across the sand.

He knelt on the towel beside her, then took the tube of 
lotion and began to work it into her slender back. She 
purred under his strong, young hands. He oiled down as 
far as the elastic of her tiny bikini. She knew that the 
crack of her ass showed, and she squirmed around, her 
hips shifting and her legs parting.

He oiled up the insides of her legs.

She rolled onto her back, smiling up at him as he knelt 
there, sweating far more than the sun was causing.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Sure," he rasped.

He looked wildly about, as if seeking a means of escape, 
terrified by his own desires.

"Shall I do you, now?" she asked.

He croaked wordlessly.

Marion took the suntan lotion from him. She gently drew 
him down onto the towel, on his back. The front of his 
swimming trunks stood up like a tent, the elastic pulled 
tight by his rigid prick. Marion began to oil his 
smooth, hard chest. Glancing down, she could see right 
into the shadowy tent of his swimming trunks, she could 
see his prick standing like a tentacle in the darkness. 
She curled onto her flank and her hands massaged down 
over his lean belly.

She slid one hand inside his swimming trunks.

The boy gasped.

It wasn't until then that he realized that this was a 
seduction, that she had summoned him for purposes other 
than the prevention of a sunburn. He was innocent, 
obviously, and probably a virgin. Marion hoped so. She 
was thrilled by the thought of taking a boy's virginity, 
of having cherry jism spurt into her body.

Her hand was slippery with the lotion.

She folded it around his stiff prick, squeezing gently, 
then stroking up and down inside his swimming trunks, 
her oiled hand skimming lightly over his hot prickmeat.

She didn't stroke all the way to his cockhead.

She was oiling his fuckshaft with the suntan lotion but 
she didn't want to get any of it on his knob.

It wouldn't, she knew, taste good.

She cupped his balls and sighed when she felt how full 
of cum they were... virgin cum!

Drawing the elastic out wide, she pulled the band down 
and tucked his trunks under his balls, so that his sex 
tackle was fully exposed.

"Ummm you have a sweet prick," she whispered.

"Oh... gee... oh!" he stammered.

"Has anyone ever sucked it?"

He shook his head, wild-eyed, panting.

"Would you like me to?"

He nodded, looking desperate with need.

Marion licked her lips. She went down slowly, mouth 
open, her head tilted so that the boy could watch his 
cock slide between her lips. She tongued his knob, then 
sucked it into her mouth. Her hand frigged up and down 
on his oiled fuckshaft and her lips pulled on his sweet 
prickmeat. Her tongue buttered against the underside of 
the tasty mouthful. The youth began to flop around like 
a landed fish, gaffed and hooked on his own prick. Then 
he cried out with joy and his virgin jism whitewashed 
her tonsils and hosed her throat.

Marion drank his cum eagerly.

She had learned about the potency of youth. When she 
drew her creamy lips away, she was not surprised to find 
that his prick was still standing so hard and huge.

She squirmed out of her bikini bottoms.

He watched her with big eyes. His awe and amazement so 
evident that Marion would have been amused had she not 
been so horny that she could feel no other emotion.

She threw one knee across his hips, straddling him.

"Do you want my pussy now?" she asked.

The boy groaned.

"Tell me... have you ever fucked a cunt?" she asked.

He shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, 
his chest heaving as he panted like a locomotive.

Marion began to rub his cockhead around in her juicy 
pussy. Her cuntjuice poured down his stiff prick. Then 
she slipped his knob into her pussy, and her fuckhole 
began to suck and pull on it. She went down inch by 
inch, until his cock was buried balls-deep up her cunt.

She held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the 
thrills of having a pussy full of virgin cock, and 
letting the boy know the joy of having every inch of his 
hard prickmeat buried in hot cunt.

Then she began to fuck him.

Her sleek thighs tensed as she rose up, then relaxed as 
she slid back down, fucking her cunt on his rigid prick 
with long, slow, rippling strokes. Reaching down behind 
her ass, she cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing 
gently, as if to pump the cum out of them with the soft 
pressure. The youth seemed stricken by his lust. He 
wasn't moving at all, simply lying back, spread-eagled, 
a passive toy on which she was playing. His eyes rolled 
as if he were having a fit. He gnashed his teeth and 
clenched his jaw. His back was arched, pushing his prick 
up as far as he could into her.

Marion rode him slowly, wanting to make it last as long 
as she could, yearning for his virgin cum but in no 
hurry to get it. The horny woman was as thrilled by the 
idea that it was a cherry prick stuffing her cunt as she 
was by the wonderful physical sensations of their 
coupling. As she descended, his throbbing cockhead 
seemed to slide right up into her belly.

Her ass churned and heaved.

She turned her pelvis from side to side, rotating as she 
pushed down on his cock, adding torque to the straight 
in and out friction. Her cunt muscles sucked on his 
prick as if she had a mysterious mouth inside her pussy.

Marion threw her head back, her eyes glazed, biting her 
full lower lip in her ecstasy.

She was fucking a virgin!

That huge, hard, hot cock that she was riding was cherry 
meat, and the hot, thick load he was going to squirt 
into her would be the first he had ever shot into a 
cunt. Her pussy felt parched for jism, longing for his 
sweet geyser. She corkscrewed down, winding her pussy 
onto his prick to the very roots. Her cuntlips spread 
open and plastered themselves to his belly at the base 
of his cock. Then she rose up again, twisting, churning, 
wringing his prick meat in her velvet vise.

Marion started to come.

Long waves of joy coursed across her belly, and electric 
shivers ran up her thighs.

Cunt juice foamed from her pussy and ran down his cock, 
soaking his balls and lathering his groin.

Marion tried to hold back, to wait for him, wanting to 
come when the youth shot into her, to feel his virgin 
cum hose her cunt as her orgasm reached the peak.

"Come," she whimpered. "Come in me... shoot all that 
hot, thick jism up my cunt!"

The boy seemed as inspired by her erotic words as by the 
pumping of her pussy. She felt his cock swell inside 
her, spreading her clutching fuckhole out with it. His 
balls ballooned.

Suddenly, he moaned with pure bliss.

Marion cried out as she felt his jism spurt deep inside 
her cunt, and her loins melted with him. The potent 
beach boy filled her pussy with his jizz, and she 
dissolved in her own fluid climax, pussy nectar gushing 
out in a foaming whirlpool.

Marion thrilled to a multiple orgasm. The boy just kept 
coming, spurt after spurt, pouring out even more than 
the massive load that he had shot in her mouth.

At long last, he stopped spurting.

Marion continued to ride him for awhile, to make sure 
that she had milked out every precious drop of his 
virgin cum, and working off her own wonderful coming to 
the last spasms and the final drops.

When she finally dismounted from his prick, the boy lay 
exhausted, an idiotic grin on his lips. Marion smiled at 
him. Bending down, she used her tongue to lap up their 
inter-mingled juices from his cock and balls. Then she 
sucked his prick head into her mouth and nursed on his 
knob until she had polished it to a luster.

That was the first time she had been fucked by a virgin, 
and Marion had simply adored it.

But it left her horny.

Although she'd had a wonderful orgasm, the psychological 
aspects of what she had done, seducing an innocent 
teenager, had stimulated the woman so much that she was 
still horny.

As she drove home from the beach, her pussy simmered and 
squished against the seat of the car. After returning to 
her home, she left her bikini on. When Jim got home from 
work, she was stretched out on the couch in a sexy 
position.

Jim took the hint.

He sat beside her and pulled the bottoms of her bikini 
down.

Then he went down on her.

For a moment, as his tongue probed up her cunt. Marion 
was frightened. She was afraid that her husband would be 
able to tell that her pussy was full of another man's 
jism. But he gave no sign of it as he tongued her out 
eagerly. After her initial fright faded, she thrilled to 
her secret knowledge that her husband, not realizing it, 
was sucking a boy's virgin load from her pussy.

She came twice while James sucked her.

Then she creamed again when he fucked her.

She didn't feel guilty at all.

Those were the only two times that Marion Tremayne had 
cheated on her husband, and she didn't regret them.

They hadn't been planned, they had just happened.

Nor had she planned to fuck anyone else on this holiday, 
but then fate had taken a hand. Marion and Jim had 
booked their vacation at the dude ranch together. At the 
last moment something had come up at the office, and Jim 
was not able to get away for another two or three days. 
It was his suggestion that his wife should go on ahead 
and he would join her as soon as he could.

And as soon as she arrived, she noticed Jake.

The young man had been sitting on the corral fence, 
wearing his tight jeans, and Marion had noticed right 
away how packed full of cock and balls his crotch was.

Jake fit the bill exactly.

He was young and horny, and whatever happened between 
them would be a casual, physical affair, without 
repercussions or involvement. Jake would be the third 
young man that Marion had fucked... and sucked, of 
course... since she was married.

She had been looking forward to it.

Riding out along the secluded trail, Marion had had 
every intention of seducing the young man--first in her 
mouth, then in her pussy--and she had been looking 
forward to the time that they stopped for a break. She 
was an accomplished equestrienne and had deliberately 
asked if she could ride bareback... because she knew 
that the rubbing of her crotch on a horse's back would 
make her hot.

But she hadn't realized that it would make the horse 
hot, too.

Now she did.

And having milked a load of cum out of the robust beast, 
Marion had temporarily lost interest in Jake.

Marion wanted more of that huge horse prick first.


-= Chapter 3 =-

Jake's horse, leading the way, splattered across a 
swift, shallow stream, its hooves clattering on the 
polished rocks of the bed, then scrambled up the 
opposite bank. The horse was a multi-colored appaloosa. 
Normally a docile sort of riding hack, now it was acting 
nervous and skittish. Jake wasn't bothered. He was a 
fine horseman and wasn't troubled by his mount's 
nervousness, but he did wonder what on earth had livened 
up the old brute.

Jake's horse was a gelding.

He had been gelded at an early age to make him placid as 
a riding hack and to behave himself, concentrating on 
learning to be ridden rather than having equine desires 
to ride a mare.

So the appaloosa had never had sex.

Neutered before he was old enough to want sex, the horse 
didn't even know what it was.

But he still had keen animal senses.

The horse had been aware that something very strange was 
happening to the stud steed behind him, something that 
the gelded appaloosa could not understand, but which, he 
sensed, was a real treat for that unaltered horse.

He didn't know what he was missing, but he sensed damned 
well that he was missing something.

Jake felt skittish and nervous, himself. Although he 
didn't know that the gorgeous woman behind him had 
jacked her mount off between her boots. Jake was not 
gelded, and his balls were full of a load of cum that 
needed to be emptied every bit as much as the prancing 
horse between Marion's clinging thighs.

His prick was sticking up in front of him just like an 
extra horn on his big Western saddle. His erection was 
so firm that he could have roped a steer to it.

Did he dare hope?

He knew that older women found him attractive, and he 
knew that most women who rode horses were a horny bunch, 
but Marion was so beautiful that the young cowboy hardly 
dared to get his hopes up.

Still, he would give her every opportunity.

A few hundred yards after they had crossed the stream, 
Jake came to a secluded glade opening out from the 
narrow track. It was a logical place to take a break.

Jake reined in and waited for Marion to come up.

She halted beside him. He admired the way she rode so 
easily, even without a saddle, although he had been 
surprised when she requested a bareback trek. Those 
lean, supple thighs, he was thinking, would be perfect 
wrapped around his haunches as he pounded his prick in 
between them. He wondered if she liked to do it on top, 
riding a lucky man just as she rode a horse, saddled on 
a prick. Or did she prefer to be ridden, her ass 
churning under a man's driving loins? Or--sad thought--
didn't she do it at all, except with her husband?

Marion sat on her horse beside him, their knees 
brushing.

Her face was flushed, Jake noticed. He guessed that he 
was plenty flushed, too.

"Ready for a break?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, nodding.

Jake hesitated. He had a problem. Snug in the saddle, 
his erection was hidden by the pommel of his saddle, but 
as soon as he dismounted, his hard-on was going to be 
obvious. Still, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. She 
couldn't blame him for getting a hard-on, as long as he 
didn't make any unwelcome advances. And maybe if she saw 
how big and stiff his cock was, she might get the idea, 
even if she had not entertained any such thought 
previously.

Jake slid down to the ground.

He helped Marion dismount, his fingers trembling as he 
touched her firm thigh.

For an awkward moment, they were face to face, and he 
had a terrible urge to take her into his arms.

Then she had turned away.

Marion was about to work her subtle scheme.

She raised her arm and cried: "Oh! Oh, dear!"

Jake thought a bee had stung her. He wondered if he 
should suck the poison out. He hoped the bee had stung 
her on the tit.

But then she said: "I seem to have lost my watch. It 
must have dropped off along the trail somewhere."

Damn, thought Jake.

He could suck poison out of a bee sting, but sucking on 
a wrist would do no good for a missing watch.

He hadn't remembered her wearing a watch, come to think 
of it, but he had no reason to doubt her. What possible 
reason could the woman have to lie about it?

"Jake, would you..." She gave him a level look from her 
beautiful jade-green eyes, and Jake knew he would do 
anything she wanted. "Would you be a dear boy and ride 
back the way we came, and see if you can find my watch? 
It's a... err... a Lady Hamilton."

"Errr... well, sure. But we'll both be going back that 
way. Wouldn't it be better to ride back together... 
after we take a break... so that we can both keep an eye 
out for it?"

Jake didn't want to leave her.

"It's a very valuable watch," Marion said.

"I'll be very worried until it's found... or at least 
until it's looked for. I'd really be grateful if you'd 
ride back now, Jake. Then I'll be able to relax and..." 
Her eyes gleamed meaningfully, looking right at him. 
"And we can enjoy a nice long break here... together."

Jake gulped.

Was she hinting... promising... oh, Jesus!

Marion said: "It's so romantic here. I'd like to stay 
for an hour or two. We can get to know each other, 
Jake."

"Right!" he squawked. "I'll hurry. Errr--I mean, I'll 
look carefully for the watch, but I'll hurry back if I 
find it."

"Thank you, Jake. I'll be so grateful to you. Even if 
you don't find the watch, I'll be grateful. You know 
what I mean?"

Jake almost fainted.

So much blood surged into his cock when he heard those 
suggestive words that his brain was starved for oxygen. 
The front of his tight jeans throbbed wildly. She must 
have seen his hard-on! How could she not have seen it? 
His prick was as big as a redwood, it was bucking like a 
bronco! Of course, she had seen it! And she must intend 
to show her gratitude by taking care of it!

Christ, he sure hoped he could find that damned watch... 
and find it fast, before his cock burst into flames!

Marion turned half away. She stood slightly swaybacked, 
so that her lovely, firm tits were thrust out and her 
slim hips tucked in. He gazed at her in profile, his 
expression one of pure worship. He saw that she was 
smiling slightly, that she looked amused. Was she 
laughing at his obvious desire?

Oh, Lord, don't let her be a cockteaser, he prayed.

Jake sprang into the saddle.

The bulk of his hard-on threw him off balance, and he 
almost fell right off the other side. Only his fine 
horseman's instincts saved him. He tottered back and 
forth, grasping the gelding by the mane, his cock 
banging up against the saddle. His balls felt like 
balloons under him.

"I'll be back soon," he promised.

"I'll be waiting, Jake... gratefully."

Jake, dizzy with lust, clicked and turned the appaloosa. 
They trotted back down the trail. Jake didn't dare look 
back. He wanted to think that Marion was already 
starting to get undressed, preparing for his return, and 
he didn't want to look back and see it, if she wasn't. 
If nothing else, he could have the pleasure of his 
imagination and the anticipation of his pleasure.

But the gelding looked back.

Turning its placid head, it gazed at the stallion and 
the woman in bewilderment. Just what the hell could the 
two of them have in common?

The appaloosa sure as hell sensed that it was missing 
more than its balls!

Marion watched Jake ride down the trail.

Marion was not, as he feared, a cockteaser. Although she 
was not promiscuous and seldom committed adultery, once 
she had given a young man a promise, she was not going 
to disappoint him.

She didn't intend to disappoint Jake, either.

When the boy got back after his futile search for a Lady 
Hamilton watch that did not exist. Marion intended to 
suck his prick and drink his cum, then let him fuck the 
ass off her.

She wanted it as much as he did.

But first, she wanted something else.

Marion wanted to make the horse come again.


-= Chapter 4 =-

The horse eyed the woman, his head lifted, the reins 
trailing down. She waited until Jake had disappeared 
from sight, then turned and looked at the horse. She was 
flushed both with excitement and with a sense of 
depravity. Marion thought that jerking off a horse was a 
very perverted thing to do... and yet she found it all 
the more thrilling simply because it was so perverted. 
Sex was always more fun if it was kind of dirty, she 
figured. That was one of the reasons that she enjoyed 
seducing innocent young men, and why she always liked to 
suck their pricks before they fucked her, because she 
thought that sucking a boy off was dirtier than fucking 
him, somehow.

But what could be dirtier than jacking off a horse?

Well, doing other things with a horse, in fact.

But so far, Marion had not considered that. She only 
wanted to jerk the beast off again in privacy, letting 
his cum spurt all over her belly and tits.

She hadn't realized yet how truly dirty she was going to 
be.

Neither had the horse.

As the stallion studied the woman, he gazed at her 
boots. He had never had sex in any form with anything 
other than a mare and, innocent and inexperienced, the 
horse knew only what had happened so far. He knew that 
human females rubbed their boots up and down on a 
horse's prick until the beast shot his wad.

It had satisfied him.

He wanted another footjob.

Having only hooves--as did the mares he had seduced--it 
did not dawn on the dumb brute that a human female had 
hands with fingers and opposing thumbs.

Now he waited, his prick quivering, wondering if she was 
going to pleasure him again. Would she mount him first, 
as before, or would she lie down under him, lift her 
feet up and frig him off in a new position? It was hard 
for the horse, being only a horse, to imagine all the 
various positions that a lithe human could assume.

And he couldn't even begin to understand the dark 
depravity and thrill of perversion that could motivate a 
superior and more imaginative species; a species that 
could derive sexual pleasure psychologically, as well as 
physically; that naughtiest of all living species, the 
horny human female!

Marion walked over to the horse.

She stroked his arched neck. His nostrils flared and he 
pawed at the earth with one hoof. Standing beside him, 
Marion unbuttoned her shirt, and she took it off. Her 
bare tits thrust out, the nipples swollen and taut. She 
hesitated for a moment, then began to remove her riding 
britches, too. She knew how much cum that horse was 
capable of spilling, and she didn't want to get her 
clothing soaked.

She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not 
her garments.

Marion squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling 
and her ass swaying as she tugged them down.

She removed her panties, too.

The crotch band of her panties was soaking wet. When she 
tossed them aside, they fluttered to the ground like a 
butterfly with damp wings.

She kept her boots on.

It seemed somehow appropriate that a woman should be 
wearing boots when she jerked off a horse.

She wasn't worried about Jake returning too soon and 
finding her naked, because she knew that the boy, 
hopeful of a reward, would look long and hard for the 
non-existent watch. And if he did happen to get back 
before she got dressed, he would assume that she had 
stripped naked for him. That would be true, as far as it 
went, as long as he stayed away long enough for her to 
milk the horse's prick and balls again.

Naked now, but for the boots, she knelt down on the 
ground beside the animal's slightly lathered haunches. 
She gazed at his cock for a moment, anticipating the 
pleasure of having it in her hands. She was trembling 
all over. Her fingers felt as hot as her clit. So did 
her tongue, in fact.

But Marion didn't realize that yet. She had not 
anticipated how truly dirty she was going to be.

Reaching under him with one hand, she cupped his balls.

The hard balls jiggled inside their fleshy sec, and she 
sighed, thinking of all the hot jism stored there. Her 
other hand, palm upward, began to rub up and down the 
horse's prick, along the underside, His cock twitched, 
then pulsed and began to harden in her hand. She watched 
it rise in a series of jolts. The dark-gray knob 
foreskin, came squeezing out from the flaring .The horse 
stood spraddle-legged, amazed by what was happening. Her 
hands felt even better than her feet had! Oh, what 
mysteries there were to be discovered in the human 
anatomy.

The horse didn't know the half of it. Neither did 
Marion... yet.

She still thought that she was only going to give the 
horse a handjob, which was bad enough, but not nearly as 
perverted as some of the things she could do.

Kneeling beside him, she rubbed and stroked his prick 
until it was fully erect again, stretching out taut as a 
bowstring, a very fat bowstring.

Then Marion, grinning wickedly, delighted by her own 
degeneracy, moved around in front of the horse's 
cockhead.

Marion wanted him to shoot his cum onto her naked body, 
to feel that steaming horse jizz soak her tits and 
belly. She cupped both hands around his prickshaft, just 
behind the crown. Staring at the cleft tip of his 
cockhead, she began to pump up and down, her hands 
moving a foot back down the thick stalk. As she dragged 
back, his cockhead flared out end the cleft parted, and 
as she pulled back up, the foreskin curled up in a ledge 
over the triangular knob.

Marion's lips were parted.

She was panting with lust, and her tongue was gliding 
back and forth across her lower lips.

She realized that the horse was going to shoot right in 
her face as well as on her body.

And then she realized that a faceful of hot jism would 
be even better than a load on her tits. She realized, 
too, that her lips were parted, and that some of the hot 
stuff would squirt into her mouth and onto her tongue. 
She knew it was delicious from the drops she had lapped 
off her hand. She wanted another taste.

In fact, she was drooling for it.

That was when the woman realized that she wanted to 
tongue the horse's prick. Her mouth had been watering 
for ages, but the idea was still startling in its 
depravity. She whimpered. That dark-fleshed, wide-
flaring cockhead looked delicious. Since she had already 
tasted his cum, and since she was going to let him shoot 
more of the hot nectar into her face, with her mouth 
open, she reasoned that it wouldn't be any more depraved 
to take a lick of his prickmeat. Tonguing a horse's 
cockhead was no more degenerate than swallowing his cum!

And even if it was... Marion was hungry.

Her cupped hands could barely span his cock. She pushed 
back on his prickshaft, causing the fat knob to swell. 
Then she leaned and pushed her tongue out.

She licked the tip.

Marion drew back as if she had touched her tongue to a 
fiery stove. The taste of that first lick tingled on her 
tastebuds. It was delicious! Marion had always loved 
sucking a cock, and now the thought of blowing a prick 
as big as this equine monster was driving lances of lust 
through her body and mind. Her imagination was as hot as 
her pussy. She took another lick.

"Ummm, yummy," she purred.

Then she began lapping his huge slab of hot cockmeat, 
running her tongue an over it and dipping it right down 
inside the wide-open cleft, as if she wanted to lap the 
cum up even before it shot out of his knob. The hot 
horsemeat was as succulent as any human cock that she 
had ever sucked... and there was so much more of it. Her 
head tilted from side to side as she tongued merrily 
away. The horse watched her in awe.

Boots were one thing... but a tongue? He was astounded 
by the woman's amazing behavior.

He wondered, in his vague fashion, if she was going to 
swallow the stuff when it shot out, if a human mouth 
served as a sort of alternative cunt.

Incredible things, women! They had fuckholes at both 
ends.

And, thinking of fucking, the horse began to hump.

He pushed his bloated knob out into Marion's face. Her 
tongue whipped around the tip. Then she relaxed her jaws 
and, letting her lips part, took as much of the huge 
thing into her mouth as she could. Her jaw dropped wide 
open, as if it was disjointed, and her pliable lips 
stretched out around the flaring slab. That mighty 
cockhead looked too big to fit in her mouth. But she 
took as much of it in as she could as she began to suck 
joyfully. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked. She 
seemed to be inhaling his cock.

Her lips unpeeled, turning almost inside out as they 
strove to engulf even more of that sweet prickmeat. Her 
nimble tongue danced wildly against the underside of the 
slab, where the fat vein that seamed the underside of 
his prick spread out into the crown under his cockhead. 
She pushed forward and managed to get the whole huge 
wedge into her mouth. It pressed out into her cheeks on 
both sides at once, and the cocktip was lodged in her 
throat.

She gasped and gagged as the huge slab cut off her air. 
Jism had started to seep from his prickhead.

Hot streamers of it flowed over her tongue, soaked into 
her stuffed cheeks and slipped down her throat. The cum 
had been tasty even when she had licked it off her 
fingers, but it was absolutely succulent as she drank it 
all hot and frothy, straight out of the brute's cock! It 
was like an appetizer, the first taste made her ravenous 
for more.

Sucking on a mouthful of cockhead, she began to frig him 
again, stroking up and down with both hands on his 
prickshaft, pumping with the steady rhythm that she knew 
would bring him to the crest and reward her with his 
steaming jet of jism.

Her head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for 
apples in a barrel. As her hands pulled up, her lips 
pushed down to meet them. And as she pumped his prick 
back down, her mouth sucked lavishly on the flaring hunk 
of cockhead. She was salivating on his knob, her spit 
blending into the ribbons of slimy cum that seeped from 
hip cleft. With his huge knob juicy and lubricated, she 
was able to mouth it more easily, almost swallowing it 
as she bobbed greedily down. Savoring the meat course, 
she whimpered in anticipation of the creamy dessert.

The horse's haunches began to vibrate.

His head tossed up and down, mane flowing, staring wild-
eyed down at the cocksucking woman. His tail stiffened 
and his cock gave a great lurch in her mouth, tilting 
her head back. The knob was swollen so huge now that it 
was stuck fast in her mouth. Her jaw was open as wide as 
it would go and her teeth were lodged behind the ledge 
of his knob and Marion could not have removed her mouth 
from the animal's cock now even if she had wanted to. 
But that was the last thing she wanted.

She knew that after he had shot his wad, his prick would 
soften enough for her to drag her lips off it. That 
would have been reason enough to want the horse to come 
in her mouth.

But she wanted to swallow his jism, anyhow.

She sucked and tongued and stroked.

The horse's prick was so stiff that it vibrated.

Suddenly, he snorted, and Marion felt his cockshaft 
spread as the sap rushed up it. She whimpered and 
sucked, her hands pumping. His cum hosed her throat.

The hot stuff hit her with such force that, had her 
mouth not been stuck fast on his cockhead, he would have 
been blown right off the spurting end on the mighty 
stream. Her mouth was full of the shiny jism.

She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.

The horse kept coming, wad after wad of jizz hosing into 
her. There was too much to drink. Creamy ribbons of the 
stuff overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin, 
dropping off in heavy nuggets, like quicksilver, that 
bounced on her upthrust tits. Great waves washed through 
her cheeks and rivulets ran through her teeth. Her hot 
tongue was afloat in a slippery tide of cum. Shards of 
it hung, congealing, from the roof of her mouth and 
slimy banners slid steadily down her throat. Oh, what a 
mouthful!

Marion was in seventh heaven as she drank that sweet 
nectar, sucked for more and got a seemingly unending 
stream. The horse was coming steadily now, not shooting 
separate spurts into her mouth but spinning the stuff 
out in a shiny rope.

Marion gulped with joy.

She gulped and purred, swallowed and sighed. Her whole 
pretty face was contorted by lust, eyes glazed, cum 
running out from the corners of her wide-open mouth.

Then, at long last, the beast stopped spurting.

The last drops trickled out onto her flashing tongue.

His cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth. 
Marion continued to suck gently on his shrinking 
prickmeat, nursing on it as if it were a huge nipple, 
milking out every precious drop. When the woman was 
certain that she had pulled it all out, she slowly drew 
her lips away from his cockhead and used her tongue to 
gather up the drops that had escaped her lips and run 
down the slope of his shaft. She tongued inside his 
parted cleft, in case any jism remained there, coating 
the inner walls. She licked it up from her chin. Cupping 
her fat tits in her hands, she lifted them, then tongued 
up the cum that had splattered on her tits and nipples. 
She swallowed every lovely drop.

Then she mouthed his softened knob again, polishing it 
to a gleaming luster with her tongue and lips.

The horse whinnied softly.

And what about Marion's other end?

Sucking horse prick and drinking horse cum had been 
wonderful but, of course, it had made her horny. The 
more she quenched her thirst for jism at one end, the 
more her pussy cried out for a load of the lust 
quenching juice.

With her bellyful of jism, her cunt felt woefully 
neglected and empty. Marion sat back in the grass.

Cuntjuice poured from her open fuckslit.

She decided to wait, naked, for young Jake to return so 
that she would not have to waste any time before they 
fucked. She wasn't even going to blow Jake, now. Well, 
maybe later. At the moment, she had drunk all the cum 
she could hold, and she needed some big, stiff prick 
stuffed up her steaming cunt. And thinking of big, stiff 
prick...

Naturally, Marion began to wonder if her pussy could 
accommodate that massive horse cock.


-= Chapter 5 =-

If Marion had only known it, she could have asked Maisy 
Dawson about the elasticity of a cunt.

Maisy was the woman who owned the dude ranch and Maisy 
knew all about animals, and about the amazing dimensions 
to which a horny girl's pussy could be stretched. The 
dude ranch had been a proper, working ranch when Maisy 
had inherited it from her daddy, who had died from over-
exertion in a Mexican whorehouse. Maisy had been young 
and foolish at the time. The ranch nearest to her 
property was owned by shepherds, and Maisy bitterly 
resented them for running what she called woolly maggots 
on the free range. The days of the cattlemen-sheepmen 
wars were long since ended and even Maisy's rcently 
departed daddy had not carried on a feud with the 
shepherds, but Maisy was a traditionalist She believed 
in beef cattle, and she hated sheep and shepherds. If it 
had been a hundred years earlier in history, the young 
ranch owner might well have hired a few gunmen to act as 
regulators and had a few shepherds lynched. But she 
couldn't do that in our modern, enlightened times... 
when only governments are allowed to behave barbaricly, 
So she was frustrated and she simmered with pent-up 
anger.

One day, Maisy had gone into the Silver palace Saloon to 
rinse down the dust in her throat. She was wearing 
jeans, a vest, a Stetson and boots, none of which 
detracted one little bit from the fact that Maisy had a 
spectacular body, with big tits, wide hips and an ass 
like a grindstone. Her long, blonde hail trailed out 
from her hat and, since her shirt was mostly unbuttoned, 
her huge tits stuck out, too. She got an elbow on the 
bar, shot one hip out, planted one boot on the brass ran 
and called for whisky.

Maisy belted two or three shots down. Then in came a 
shepherdess!

The shepherdess was as womanly and sexy as Maisy, but 
she wasn't dressed as well, since she wore a sheepskin 
jacket, and her bulky boots were caked with sheep shit.

She strode to the bar and ordered a beer.

Maisy and the shepherdess glared at each other with such 
mutual hatred that all the male customers trembled.

Maisy recalled a line she had heard in countless cowboy 
films.

"Something stinks in here," she said. She wrinkled her 
nose.

"Smells like sheep, to me," she added.

Well, soon enough, the cowgirl and the shepherdess were 
rolling on the floor, pulling each other's hair and 
gouging each other's eyes, spitting and slapping and 
biting.

At that point, one thing led to another thing.

Their struggles became less violent, until they were 
caressing each other, more than fighting. Both horny 
women had discovered that another woman's body was sexy 
to maul and squeeze and nibble and, although they were 
deadly enemies by tradition, they wound up sucking each 
other's cunts on the barroom floor... which thrilled the 
locals even more than the fight did.

After that day, Maisy and Julia, the shepherdess, had a 
sort of love-hate relationship.

They despised each other for the stock they bred.

But they frequently got together for some mutual 
cuntsucking, honoring a truce long enough to get their 
rocks off.

After they both creamed, they would argue some more.

One day, Maisy said: "What good is a fucking sheep?"

And Julia had replied: "Now that you mention it, fucking 
is what a sheep's good for, I got me an old ram that 
throws a powerful mean fuck up my cunt, Maisy... so 
there!" Maisy was stunned speechless for a moment. It 
had never dawned on her that Julia was getting balled by 
a ram. But Maisy, a confirmed cowgirl was determined to 
uphold the honor of her stock.

"That's nothing," she sneered. "Shit, a ram ain't got a 
cock but so big!" And she held her hands out about three 
feet apart. "Now, I got me an old bull with a whang this 
big!" Out shot her arms, fully extended. Julia sneered, 
in turn.

"What good's a cock that big, you beef-breeding 
asshole?" she asked. "No gal can take that much 
prickmeat... even a sloppy cunted old cowgirl like you, 
though I must say you do have a pussy like a cow!"

"You calling me a liar?" snarled Maisy.

"I am! A cow-cunted liar, to boot."

Well, Maisy just had to prove Julia wrong. She stormed 
off to the ranch and, that very afternoon, began 
practicing to take a load of bull prick up her cunt. She 
started with chunks of firewood, prying and levering at 
her fuckslit to make it bigger and to get the pliable 
walls used to being stretched. When she figured she was 
ready for it, she marched out to the barn, gripped the 
prime bull by the ring in his nose and began to stuff 
his prick up her cunt.

Maisy was surprised when she managed to get about half 
of it in, soft. Then, with his cockmeat imbedded in hot 
pussy, the bull bellowed and his prick began to swell 
and harden inside her. Maisy gritted her teeth, hoping 
her hipbones would not fly out of their sockets. As the 
bull's cock stiffened, she was lifted right off the 
floor and suspended horizontally on his huge, throbbing 
fuckshaft. She found out that it was wonderful.

No man had ever filled her like that. The bull's prick 
was reaching the parts that human pricks could not 
satisfy. She squirmed and writhed about. Then Maisy got 
a hold on the rails of the bull's stall, and she began 
to pull herself up and down, so that her slippery cunt 
was sliding up and down on his cock in a fucking motion 
that involved her whole trembling body. She creamed 
once, then creamed again.

The bull shot his load into her with so much abundance 
that she felt as if her heart and lungs and kidneys were 
floating in the stuff.

The next day, she asked Julia over for a demonstration.

Julia, to say the least, was impressed.

Julia never again discredited the value of a fucking 
bull.

Several years later, the working ranch becoming 
economically unfeasible as larger breeders took over, 
Maisy turned her property into a dude ranch, catering to 
vacationers and holiday guests. She met a lot of people 
that way. Except with shepherds, Maisy was a friendly 
girl, and she fucked her male guests as part of the 
service... and went down on any of the female guests who 
desired it. She still fucked the bull about once a week.

Today, Maisy was contemplating the possibility of 
sucking Marion Tremayne's cunt and licking her chops at 
the thought. Just as Jake had been, Maisy was impressed 
by Marion's beauty. She knew that Marion had a husband 
due to join her shortly, but she also knew that a woman 
alone on holiday is liable to do things that she would 
never do in her own home town.

She wanted to try it on before Marion's husband arrived.

But although Maisy was a rough and ready cowgirl, she 
realized that it was wise to use a certain delicacy in 
these things. If you came right out with it in plain 
language and asked a woman if she wanted to have her 
cunt sucked, the woman was likely to be offended. No, 
subtlety was called for.

Maisy considered various ways and means of working the 
conversation around to cunts and the sucking thereof. It 
shouldn't be too hard, she thought. A married woman was 
used to a steady supply of sex, and if she was away from 
her husband, she was likely to be feeling horny. She 
might not be consciously looking for a substitute lover, 
but her body would be responsive, even if her mind 
wasn't, at first.

Maisy decided to offer Marion Tremayne a ride on her 
specially made saddle. It was a very special saddle, 
indeed. It had a built-in dildo.

Maisy wandered out onto the verandah and looked toward 
the hills. In the distance, she could see those wretched 
sheep of Julia's, chomping grass up by the roots. It 
made her think of Julia's ram. Julia had never dared 
fuck the bull, but she had allowed Maisy to fuck the ram 
once. Maisy had, in fact, enjoyed it very much, although 
she hadn't admitted that to Julia. She had told Julia 
that it was all right, but that ram prick couldn't holds 
candle to bull prick. But really, it was every bit as 
good, if not better. With the bull, there wasn't much 
easy action. That massive cockmeat stuffed her so full, 
even when it was only half in her, that it was hard to 
get into a steady rhythm. It was more a case of the bull 
holding steady while she squirmed around on his cock, 
more torque than stroking. But the robust ram's cock, 
although a lot bigger than a human one, was small enough 
so that the brute could really bang away, fucking it 
into her.

Had she not hated sheep, Maisy would have bought herself 
a ram.

Strangely enough, being an expert rider, Maisy had never 
been fucked by a horse. It had never occurred to her. 
Horses were for riding. She had ridden since she was a 
mere child, long before she had any sexual appetites, 
and so she had never made the connection between riding 
a horse and having a horse ride her.

She would have been surprised had she realized that, at 
that very moment, gorgeous Marion Tremayne was pondering 
the possibility of getting fucked by a stallion.

***

Sitting naked in the grass, Marion gazed wistfully at 
the horse's prick. The horse no longer had an erection, 
because she had emptied his balls twice--and had a 
bellyful of spunk to prove it, but even soft his cock 
was an impressive and tantalizing sight. It hung down 
from his loins, the pointed prickhead aimed at the 
ground, the dark meat well polished by Marion's mouth. 
It had fit into her mouth, she thought. It had been a 
tight fit, but she had managed to get all of that big 
slab's head in.

But was her cunt as big as her mouth? That was the 
Question. Marion had never had any reason to consider 
such a comparison before, and certainly not to measure 
the dimensions of the two openings. Her mouth and her 
cunt had both been capable of easily accommodating any 
human prick that she had encountered and, before this 
memorable day, Marion had never even dreamed of fucking 
any animal. She had not even thought of getting fucked 
by a relatively small-pricked dog, let alone a stallion.

But now, with the flavor of horse cum still lingering 
sweetly on her tongue, her pussy was smoldering for a 
load.

It wouldn't hurt to try, she thought.

Well, it might hurt, in the physical sense, but it would 
be worth a little pain if she managed to get a foot or 
so of horse prick stuck up her. It would be almost the 
same as the time that she had let Jim bugger her. The 
idea had been exciting, and she had readily agreed. She 
had got down on her hands and knees, and he had knelt 
behind her, as if he were going to fuck her doggy 
fashion. But he had fitted the head of his prick into 
her asshole, instead. At first, it would not go into her 
tight, brown shitter, but he had persisted. Eventually, 
her asshole had relaxed and his cockhead had slipped 
into her. Then he had worked the rest of his prick in 
inch by inch until it was buried balls-deep in her ass. 
It had hurt a bit, but it had been well worth it. After 
a while, he began stroking in and out, his balls 
swinging in and whacking against her cunt. Then even the 
slight pain had ebbed away, and Marion had discovered 
that it was a thrill to get fucked up the asshole.

Maybe it would be like that with a horse.

She gazed at his cockhead, then she spread her legs and 
gazed down at her pussy. Her cuntlips were unfurled like 
the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, and her pussy 
opened out into an oval slot and that flooded with 
cuntjuice.

The hole looked big enough... just. She looked at the 
horse again.

With his cock semi-hard, she guessed that she would be 
able to stuff his prickhead up her pussy, at least the 
head and, hopefully, a foot or more of the shaft. It 
might be a good time to give it a try, now that the 
horse had already been milked off and wasn't massive 
with need.

But did she have time?

Even as she wondered about that, she heard Jake 
returning along the trail. Marion sighed.

She guessed that she would have to put off her attempt 
to fuck a horse for the moment. She could fuck the boy, 
instead.

But Marion was determined that, very soon, she was going 
to try to tuff the horse's cock up her cunt.


-= Chapter 6 =-

Jake had searched as carefully as he could, his eyes 
glazed by desire, but he had not, of course, found a 
watch. Now he rode back, hoping that her offer of 
gratitude was still valid.

His cock was still hard.

And then he rode into the leafy glade and his jaw 
dropped open so far that his chin nearly bounced off his 
breastbone when he saw lovely, leggy Marion Tremayne 
stark naked on the ground.

Marion gave him a welcoming smile.

Jake was staring so hard at her that he didn't notice 
that the head of the stallion's prick had been spit-
polished, nor that those sweet, smiling lips glistened 
with a residue of horse cum.

Not that he would have cared.

If the woman had gotten horny by sucking off a horse, it 
was all right with Jake... as long as he benefited from 
it. He swung down from the saddle.

Being a horseman, Jake was always a bit bowlegged, but 
now his legs were like wide parentheses, bowed out to 
ease the swollen ache of his balls. The front of his 
jeans thrust out, thundering, his cock trying to rip his 
fly open.

"I... I couldn't find it," he stammered.

"Well, you'll have to give me something else then, won't 
you?" Marion said, with a meaningful glance at his 
groin. Jake was momentarily confused.

He staggered toward her, his knees weak with desire, his 
blood pounding through his veins as if it carried solid 
lumps of lust dispatched by his hammering heart.

He stood over her.

The horse turned a curious eye upon them. He had never 
seen humans fuck, but he could sense that there was 
fucking aloof. It made him feel a bit smug, actually, 
having had first crack at the woman and having a far 
bigger prick than that, to a horse, insignificant lump 
in Jake's trousers.

But that lump was plenty big enough for a girl Marion 
thought, and if she had not been preoccupied by visions 
of horse prick, she would have welcomed it without 
regret. Marion rose gracefully to her knees.

She began to open the young cowboy's big buckled belt, 
then unsnapped the waistband of his jeans and began to 
toy with the clasp of his zipper. She drew it down a few 
inches, then pulled it back up, teasing him.

She could feel the heat of his cock and balls coming 
right through his jeans. Her face was glowing in that 
heat. She drew the zipper all the way down. Jake wore no 
underwear.

His prick leaped out like a frenzied bull rushing into 
the corrida, looking for warm flesh to gore. Marion gave 
a little gasp when she saw how big and hard his cock 
was. It was not a horse cock, to be sure, but it was a 
plenty big enough human prick. A dark, thick vein pulsed 
and fluttered up the underside of his fuckshaft, his 
balls were bloated with cum and his cockhead flared out 
like a hooded cobra rearing up, ready to strike, non-
lethal venom bubbling from his piss slit. Although she 
had not intended to blow him and had already drunk her 
fill of jism, his prick looked so tasty that she just 
had to take it in her mouth for a moment!

Marion ran her tongue up his veined cockshaft and pursed 
her lips over the tip of the crown. She slowly fed it 
into her mouth. "Ummm," she purred, softly sucking.

But although it was tasty and sweet, it didn't fill her 
mouth the way the horse's cock had.

She hoped she hadn't ruined herself for human pricks!

Drawing her mouth off his cockhead, she tilted her head 
and fitted her pursed lips against the underside of his 
prickshaft and began to slide them up and down. She slid 
them down as far as his balls, then rose up to the 
sensitive point where his cock knob flared out from the 
shaft.

Cum bubbled from his piss slit.

It ran down the knob and onto his prickshaft and, 
sliding up, Marion slurped the stuff up with her lips.

Jake thought he was going to get a blowjob.

He knew that, for some reason or other, married women 
often enjoyed giving head... filing some strange need as 
they filled their hot mouths.

He began to hump, fucking through her lips.

But then she drew away, smiling. There was a fleck of 
Jake's jism on her lower lip. There also seemed to be a 
lot of congealed cum there, too, but Jake knew that he 
must be mistaken. Where on earth would she have gotten 
so much cum while he was gone?

Marion took him by the hand, and she pulled him down 
beside her on the grass. She lay back, her thighs parted 
and her knees raised. She arched her back, making her 
hips tilt into a cup, a cup that needed to be filled. 
Her clit was throbbing and cuntjuice filled her pussy 
and ran down, seeping into the crack of her taut ass. 
Jake thought it was the creamiest cunt that he had ever 
encountered. His prick matched her pussy in readiness, 
the knob glistening and drooling, and the thick shaft 
jerking.

"Fuck me, Jake," she whispered. Jake moved between her 
thighs. She arched to meet him.

He fitted the head of his stiff prick into her 
smoldering cunt and paused for a moment, anticipating 
the pleasure of stuffing his hot cock up her juicy fuck 
tunnel. Marion whimpered with need. Her cunt was sucking 
on the head of his cock even before he entered her, as 
if trying to drag him in by suction. He fed her an inch.

Her cuntlips dragged on his prickmeat.

He slipped his whole cockhead in. His fuckshaft stood 
out between them, like a meaty beam bridging the gap 
between his bloated balls and her steaming cunt.

Her pelvis began to dance a wild, horizontal jig.

"Give it to me," she whimpered.

Jake braced his knees, tightened his ass and drove the 
full length of his prick up her pussy. As his fat fucker 
filled her, stuffing her to the brim, cuntjuice sprayed 
out. He held the full penetration for a moment, 
thrilling to the pleasure of having every inch of his 
big cock buried in this beautiful woman's hot cunt and 
letting Marion savor the joy of being stuffed full of 
throbbing cockmeat. She wriggled and squirmed.

Jake's cock was every bit as big as her husband's, she 
thought... but it sure wasn't as big as a stallion's. 
She bit her lip.

Damn, she thought. How in hell can I enjoy this fuck if 
I keep thinking things like that? How can I have fun 
with a nice human prick if I keep comparing it to a 
horse's huge fucktool?

She decided to enjoy Jake for what he was--a handsome 
young man with a nice big prick--and stop dreaming about 
getting stuffed full of horsemeat.

Jake was still holding steady, his cock buried to the 
roots and his swollen balls jammed up against her tilted 
crotch.

Marion began pumping first, sliding her slippery cunt up 
and down over a few inches of cock.

"Fuck," she whimpered. "Fuck me!" Then Jake began to 
fuck all of his prick to her.

He fed her a long, low, underslung stroke. Then he fed 
her a rippling thrust from a higher angle. His ass 
corkscrewed and he ground his cock in to the hilt.

His hands slid down her thighs and moved under her 
gorgeous ass, cupping her firm asscheeks and lifting her 
loins up to meet his plunging strokes. Her hips rolled 
from side to side and her belly pumped in rhythm to 
Jake. She pushed her cunt up to meet him as he plowed 
in, taking every inch of his cock up her pussy and 
wanting more.

Jake suddenly groaned and stiffened. Marion felt his 
jism squirt into her.

"Oh!" she cried, disappointed that he had come so soon, 
that he had shot his wad before she, too, had reached 
the peak.

But that was one of the greatest benefits involved in 
the fucking of horny teenagers. Jake's prick stayed 
hard.

He emptied his balls with half a dozen furious strokes 
and paused, panting over her. And inside her, his cock, 
despite his climax, remained hard as a stone and as big 
as ever, still throbbing.

Her cunt sucked on it.

Jake began fucking her again, pouring his prick into her 
pussy with as much energy as first time.

Marion surged upward.

Without removing her cunt from his throbbing cock, she 
rolled the boy over, then spun on top of him. He lay 
spread-eagled in the grass, his body arched, his cock 
towering up into her. Marion began to set the pace now, 
riding his cock, saddled on his hips. Her trim thighs 
tightened as she ascended until only his prickhead 
remained stuck up her, then they relaxed as she went 
back down to the base. Her cuntjuice pooled on his belly 
and slathered his thighs. She was riding him steadily, 
the pace gradually increasing. She rode at a trot, then 
at a canter. The peak of sensation was approaching for 
the horny woman. She broke into a full gallop, her pussy 
slamming down on his cock and sucking as she rose up 
again. The thrill began to race across her belly and run 
in an electric current up her trembling thighs. Her ass 
ground down and her hips worked like pistons driving the 
carnal engine of her cunt. She felt his prick expand 
inside her. He was going to come again!

She tried to hold back, to wait for him, to feel his 
jism hose her pussy again before she creamed.

"Come!" she gasped. "Come in me, honey... shoot up my 
cunt!" Jake surged up from the ground.

His hot jizz erupted into her, foaming and steaming.

Marion whimpered with the joy of it, and her own orgasm 
melted her cunt around his cock. She rode him wildly 
through their mutual orgasm, milking his prick and 
working the wondrous spasms of her own climax at the 
same time.

At last, they were drained.

Marion slumped over the young cowboy's spent body, 
flushed with the pleasure of coming, and Jake sprawled 
out, panting heavily, under her.

The horse looked on with interest. So, too, did a ram...


-= Chapter 7 =-

Ovid, the ram, was disgusted, disgruntled and mortified.

He had been cast aside!

And for a fucking sheepdog, no less!

Rams are proud brutes, and Ovid was no exception. He was 
vain about his sexual prowess and arrogant about his 
potency.

The beast felt betrayed when he caught his mistress 
getting fucked by a sheepdog! To make it worse, the 
sheepdog was his mortal enemy. The damned dog took 
delight in nipping Ovid's ass whenever he found the ram 
in a helpless position... mounted on a ewe, say, and 
plunging away on the down-strokes. Ovid had butted the 
dog head over heels whenever he got the chance, too, but 
the dog was a nimble brute and usually managed to stay 
out of the way of those mighty, back-sweeping horns. It 
was infuriating.

Julia, the shepherdess, had actually come into the 
fields with the intention of getting fucked by the ram. 
She hadn't been fucked for a few days, nor had she and 
Maisy done any pussy-sucking, so she was in a horny 
mood. The sheepdog had come trotting along beside her, 
and perhaps he sensed her horniness, because his prick 
began to get big and hard. Julia noticed this, being a 
woman who had an eye for cocks. She had paused and 
watched with interest as the dog's shiny, red cockhead 
came sliding out from his hairy sheath. Julia had never 
fucked a dog. Now she wondered how it would be.

The dog's prick was not as big as the ram's, but it was 
big enough, as dog's pricks go, about the same size as a 
man. Julia thought that it looked very useful. It might 
make a nice change, she figured. And if the dog failed 
to satisfy her, it didn't matter, because she could 
always call upon the services of Ovid afterward. She 
knelt down and called the dog over. He came, stiff-
legged and squirming, sucking up to her as dogs do... 
and rams are too proud to do.

Julia played with his prick for awhile, getting it nice 
and big and hard, pulling her fist up and down on his 
hairy cockshaft and making the long prickhead flared and 
throb. Then she got down on her hands and knees.

The dog had never fucked a woman, but that was a very 
familiar position to him, and he got the idea.

He mounted the woman from behind, hooking his forelegs 
around her lush thighs. He began to hump.

His first strokes missed the mark, and his cockhead 
bounced off her ass and recoiled from the backs of her 
thighs. But Julia reached back between her legs, and she 
took his prickmeat in her hand and positioned the knob 
in her creamy fuckslit.

The dog slid his cock up in her pussy. Julia purred with 
pleasure, and the dog gave a little whimper as he 
realized that a human cunt was more talented than a 
bitch's cunt. It rippled on his prick, sucking and 
pulling. Julia had a pliable pussy. Although it would 
spread out enough to take the ram's monster cock, the 
muscles were flexible, and she was able to clamp her 
fuck hole around the lesser size of the dog's cock, 
molding her pussy to the contours of his canine fuck 
tool gripping him in a slippery vise.

The sheepdog began to pound his prick into her.

Julia's ass jerked as she fucked with him.

Her hand was still reaching back, holding his balls, 
squeezing gently as if to pump the cum out of him with 
pressure. The dog yelped and whined and plunged in and 
out, his spine curving into an S shape as his loins 
whipped his cock meat into her foaming pussy. Her hot 
juices sprayed out, matting his shaggy belly. His tail 
snapped around behind him as his haunches drove in. The 
dog was clinging to her hips, tongue lolling out, 
drooling onto her arched back, rattling her hipbones 
with the savage fury of his lusty strokes. She wailed 
and moaned.

Julia needn't have worried, she realized. He wasn't 
filing her cunt as full as a ram's prick did but, to 
make up for that, he was pounding in faster.

Her head lowered to the ground.

Her ass heaved up at the highest point of her body.

Her cunt began to melt.

The dog howled as his balls exploded, and Julia felt his 
canine cum rush into her, a slimy rope of jism hosing 
her pussy as she creamed and spasmed with ecstasy.

That was when Ovid happened upon them. Ovid just stood 
there, thunderstruck.

Julia didn't see the ram, because her head was down like 
an ostrich's buried in the sand. But the dog saw Ovid.

And if dogs could smirk, that damned dog was smirking. 
His tongue lolled out and his eyes definitely gleamed 
with amusement. Ovid had an urge to butt the dog, but he 
knew it would not be wise to butt a dog when that dog 
was mounted on the mistress. Ovid was no fool. He knew 
damned well that if he antagonized Julia, he was liable 
to wind up on a platter, with mint sauce. He liked to 
feed her his meat, but not like that. So he just stood 
there, balefully eyeing them, disgusted to find that 
Julia was perverted enough to couple with a dog and 
agonized to realize that she was enjoying it and having 
a climax. He watched until they had finished. He hoped 
they got stuck together.

The dog had gone limp with his release, flopping around 
as if disjointed. The woman's haunches still heaved and 
squirmed as she creamed every drop and worked off every 
last spasm of the thrill. Cuntjuice and dog cum poured 
down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, big frothy 
drops splattering on the ground between her knees. It 
was the most disgusting sight that Ovid had ever seen. 
Ovid snorted.

Julia looked up and, seeing the ram, smiled.

It was an inviting smile, and Ovid realized that the 
woman might well expect him to fuck her, too... that 
after an inadequate stuffing of dog meat, she would 
probably welcome some ram prick.

But Ovid had his pride.

He was damned if he would play second fiddle to a 
fucking sheepdog! No sloppy seconds for him.

He tossed his big-horned head arrogantly and turned 
away.

The dog looked smug, and Julia looked surprised to see 
her ram trotting away unfucked.

But she could just stew in her own juices, Ovid thought.

Then, bitterly--and in the dog's juices, too.

That dog was in for one hell of a butting as soon as 
Ovid could catch him on his own.

But in the meanwhile, the dog had already gotten one 
hell of a fucking, and the ram had not been fucked and, 
being a horny beast, he was feeling frustrated. As 
annoying as it was to see his mistress fuck a dog, the 
ram had to admit that it was stimulating, as well. His 
big cock had started to tense and ripple. He was tempted 
to go back.

But no, he would not give the dog that satisfaction.

He would find a ewe, instead.

But Ovid didn't enjoy fucking sheep nearly as much as he 
enjoyed fucking women. Something about a smooth, sleek 
body, devoid of wool, really turned him on. Then he 
remembered Maisy Dawson.

Maisy was every bit as good a fuck as Julia, he 
recalled. He knew that she hated sheep, but that feeling 
did not encompass ram cock. Furthermore, it would serve 
Julia right. He would repay the unfaithful shepherdess 
in kind, being unfaithful to her with a cowgirl! Ovid 
liked the irony of it.

He headed across the fields toward the dude ranch.

If Maisy wasn't around, he could always fuck a cow.

That was how and why the ram happened along as Jake and 
Marion fucked up a storm in that leafy glade.

Ovid stood back in the trees, his golden eyes glued upon 
the scene, his instincts telling him that this was a 
horny female. He watched her ride Jake's prick and felt 
a certain disdain for such an insignificant hunk of 
cockmeat. He glanced at the stallion, too, and he had to 
admit that the horse was well-hung. But the horse did 
not have a hard-on.

Ovid was getting a hard-on in no uncertain terms.

He wasn't sure if all human females like to fuck rams, 
but he figured it was well worth a try. That long, leggy 
woman was really turning Ovid rampant.

But how could he approach her?

How could he seduce her with a cowboy there?

If he butted the cowboy into the trees, he was liable to 
wind up on a platter.

Ovid couldn't come up with a plan. His dumb animal guile 
and cunning did not extend to such intrigues.

But Marion, not realizing that there was a horny ram 
lurking about, made the arrangements for him.


-= Chapter 8 =-

As she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, slumped 
atop Jake, with his prick still wedged up her cunt, 
Marion was thinking once more. Fucking the lusty young 
cowboy had been lovely... but she would have enjoyed it 
even more if she hadn't been fantasizing about the 
horse. Now, although she had come, she still found 
herself thrilled by the prospect of making it with a 
stallion. Ah that powerful, bestial energy and vitality-
-the idea was driving her wild. Her eyelids flickered. 
Her green eyes regarded the horse through the flickering 
shades of her eyelashes. And she decided that she simply 
had to give it a try, to find out if it was possible... 
to get it out of her system now, before she became more 
frenzied by her lust.

Too, there were advantages in trying it now.

Since she had already come, if the attempt proved to be 
a failure, she would not be too frustrated. If she made 
the stallion's prick hard, then discovered that it would 
not fit up her pussy, she could always have the pleasure 
of sucking him off again. She knew that worked! And if 
it did fit in her... ooooh! Her cunt rippled at the 
thought, pulling on Jake's large, but human cock. Jake's 
prick rippled, too.

Marion guessed that she could easily get another fuck 
out of the young cowboy, she toyed with the idea. But 
she was too eager and curious about trying it with the 
horse. She slowly pulled her pussy off his prick.

Cum and cuntjuice poured from her vacated pussy as she 
unplugged his big fucker. She forced herself to look 
sad.

"What's the matter?" Jake asked, genuinely concerned, 
afraid that he had failed to satisfy her.

"That was the first time that I ever cheated on my 
husband," Marion lied. "It was lovely... but, quite 
naturally, I feel guilty now. I feel like... like what I 
am. An adulteress."

"Oh. Gee," he said. He had never known a woman to react 
that way before. Most wives were always smug about 
having cuckolded their husbands with a youth... and 
eager to do it again. Jake was pleased to find that 
Marion was not like the others, but unhappy that she was 
feeling glum about it. She smiled wistfully.

"Oh, I'll get over it," she said. "It's just that I'd 
like to be alone for awhile, to think about my... 
indiscretions. If you don't mind riding back alone, I'll 
return in a little while."

"Sure, okay," he said.

Then she smiled a little more and said: "I'm sure that 
I'll come to terms with myself, Jake... and that you and 
I will be able to have a lot more fun together." Jake 
was encouraged.

The naive teenager had no idea that Marion had ulterior 
motives in wanting to remain there alone with her horse.

As soon as Jake had disappeared down the trail on his 
gelding, Marion got up, and she walked over to where the 
horse was nibbling at the grass. His big cock was 
pointed at the ground. The brunette knelt down and took 
it in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat, then 
began to jerk it up and down. Then she leaned in and 
started to tongue the dark-fleshed slab of his 
prickhead, slathering it with saliva. His fuckshaft 
jerked and twitched but did not rise or harden very 
much. She had truly emptied the animal's spermaries 
previously, and now she saw that it might not be too 
easy to get him erect again.

Marion pondered the logistics of it.

Could she stuff his cock up her cunt while it was soft? 
It might work okay, that way. It might even go in easier 
and harden inside her. That was a thrilling thought. But 
what if the horse couldn't come again? She knew it would 
be terribly frustrating to have a cuntful of big horse 
prick and not get a jet of jism out of it.

Even tonguing the tasty cockmeat would prove frustrating 
if there was no cum to drink.

She was already starting to feel frustrated as she 
handled and mouthed the horse's slack fuckshaft.

But the ram's prickmeat was hard as a rock.

Ovid had watched the man ride off, and his cock had 
hardened as he considered the possibilities of having 
the woman. Then, when he saw her approach the horse and 
commence to fondle its equine organ, his cock turned 
hard as an iron bar. It was evident that this was a 
woman who liked animal cock. But could he compete with a 
horse?

Ovid was disturbed. He had nothing but scorn for dog 
prick, but a horse cock was a different kettle of fish. 
That big wad of meat was bigger than his, and maybe the 
woman preferred it. The horse was bigger than he was, 
too. It didn't have horns, but it had hooves, and Ovid 
didn't care for a kick in the balls from the dumb brute.

Then he noticed that the horse's cock did not seem to be 
getting any bigger or harder. Ovid began to smirk.

What good was having a gigantic prick, if it didn't get 
stiff? He congratulated himself, conscious of the 
throbbing shaft of iron-hard prick meat that pulsed 
under his own fleecy belly.

With his confidence restored, the robust and horny ram 
came stepping light-footedly into the clearing.

Marion looked up, startled.

She thought someone, some human had come along and found 
her licking a horse's prick, and she flushed with 
mortification. But then she saw that it was only an 
animal.

And then she saw that it was an animal with a great big 
hard-on jutting out from its loins!

Ovid halted and tossed his head about, letting the 
stallion see that he had big horns.

But the stallion, satiated, didn't give a damn if the 
ram had the woman or not. Marion was staring at the 
ram's prick.

There was nothing sheepish about it, she saw. It was not 
as big as a horse's cock, but it was plenty big enough. 
She began to wonder if it might not be a good idea to 
break her cunt in on a ram's prick before she attempted 
to take a horse cock up it. A good idea... and a 
delightful idea, as well! The smooth head of the brute's 
fuck tool was flaring and throbbing. The shaft looked 
like a concrete cloud. It looked so hard that, if the 
right chord were struck, it might shatter into 
fragments. Her green eyes glowed as she gazed upon his 
fleecy cock. The ram's golden eyes glowed back at her, 
bestial lust flashing like lasers.

Marion turned away from the horse, and she sat down on 
the ground. The ram approached her, stiff-legged, 
stepping lightly, almost prancing. He half turned, and 
she saw the length of his prick in profile... and 
shuddered with the thought of having all that massive 
cock meat plunging in and out of her pussy. His balls 
were bloated, like over inflated balloons, obviously 
full of cum and ready to be emptied.

Marion reached out to tangle her fingers in his curly 
pelt.

She ran her hand up big woolly prick stalk and began to 
finger his smooth, dark-fleshed knob. That big slab 
looked absolutely delicious. The dark cockmeat, 
contrasted to his cloud-white body, made her mouth 
water, and she was sorely tempted to suck it. But Marion 
had no idea how potent a ram was, and she didn't want to 
find herself in the same situation that she had with the 
stallion--with a bellyful of ram jism and an empty cunt. 
Leaning in, she took a lick. Ram prick tasted much like 
horse prick, she discovered. She supposed that all cum 
must taste the same, too. Her slippery tongue licked 
around on his cockhead, and she drooled. But her cunt 
was drooling more than her mouth now. Giving his prick a 
last loving lick, Marion drew back and positioned 
herself under the beast, her back arched high so that 
her crotch was raised and tilted into a fuckable 
position. It might be simpler to get on her hands and 
knees and let him fuck her animal-fashion, she knew, but 
she wanted to do it face to face, to see what was 
fucking her, to be able to watch the powerful brute 
explode up her pussy. Ovid regarded her for a moment.

He was not used to fucking human style, but he was no 
fool. A cunt was a cunt, whether it was on woolly 
haunches or between smooth fleshed human thighs. And 
this woman's cunt was open, wet and lifted up at just 
the right level to be stuffed. Her head and shoulders 
were braced on the ground, and her ass and hips were 
lifted high. She was supporting her ass on her hands, 
holding it up, offering her crotch to him.

Ovid stepped over her.

His prick came in just too high, the meaty cockhead 
skimming over her pussyhair and sliding up her belly. 
His prick tip nudged into her soft, deep cleavage.

She squirmed and moaned.

The ram stepped back then came in again, lower.

His big, blunt cockhead slipped onto her cuntlips.

It didn't go into her pussy at first, and Ovid saw that 
this woman's cunt was tighter than Julia's or Maisy's. 
Although she seemed to like horse cock, it appeared that 
her pussy had not yet been loosened and spread on one. 
It was almost like having a virgin, he figured. He 
pushed.

Marion shoved her crotch down to meet him.

Her cuntlips spread out, and the tip of his cock wedged 
into her creamy pussy, stuck fast for a moment, then 
pushed in deeper. The ram gave a shove, and his cockhead 
slipped into her. Her cuntlips collared his woolly rod 
just behind the buried knob.

Marion wailed with the joy of it.

Ovid snorted and tossed his horned head about, one 
cloven hoof pawing at the earth.

Pushing steadily, the ram began to inch his prick meat 
into her, the fleecy shaft following behind the 
throbbing crown. Her pussy clutched and clung to it, 
molding around the contours of his cock, slippery but 
tight, sucking and dragging. Inch by inch, he fucked 
into her. She writhed about in ecstasy on his fat prick.

Then the brute's cock was buried to the depths.

They held steady for a moment.

The ram was savoring the pleasure of having his hard 
prick buried in hot cunt, and Marion was thrilled at 
being stuffed with animal cock.

She moved first, rolling her hips from side to side so 
that she was winding her fuck hole around on his cock, 
squirming and wriggling, twisting in a motion that was 
wringing his cock.

Then Ovid began to fuck her.

His powerful haunches braced, then shot forward as he 
fed his cock into her lustfully. He drew back. His 
woolly cock came out matted and soaking with cuntjuice. 
He slammed in again and Marion met him with equal vigor, 
jamming her cunt down over his plunging prick. His 
fleecy white fuckshaft vanished into her dark-haired 
pussy. It drew out, then went in again. She began to 
whimper and moan with the pure carnal pleasure of being 
fucked by such a gigantic cock, and the pure pleasure of 
knowing that she was getting fucked by a beast.

His smoking-hot cockhead seemed to be pushing all the 
way up into her belly. He was going in so deep that she 
wouldn't have been surprised if his knob had slipped 
into her mouth from inside her. It made her eyes water.

Vibrating all over, jerking and twitching, the horny 
woman pumped wildly under the humping beast.

Her clit felt like a stick of dynamite.

Cuntjuice was coming out of her in rivers, a deluge that 
poured down her crotch and into the crack of her ass.

His cock got bigger and bigger and drove in faster and 
faster as his balls prepared to blow. Marion yearned for 
that hot geyser.

Her cunt creamed for the brute's cum, lusted to be dosed 
with her first cuntful of animal jism.

Her thighs tightened around his driving haunches, then 
parted wide again. She reached up and twisted one fist 
into the curly wool of his shoulder, clinging to him as 
they jolted together. Her pelvis was being bounced 
wildly about on his powerful thrusts now, tilting and 
twisting and slamming up and down.

The ram threw his head back and bellowed.

Marion cried out in ecstasy as she felt a steaming 
geyser of animal cum spurt into her cunt.

She melted with him.

The ram hosed her pussy with jet after jet of hot, thick 
cum and she creamed time and again, her juices gushing 
out to blend with his jizz, the spasms of joy rushing 
through her in a prolonged and multiple orgasm. At last, 
Ovid's balls were emptied.

Marion continued to hump for a moment, to make sure that 
she had milked every precious drop from him and worked 
off every last tingling spasm of her own climax. Ovid 
waited until she stopped squirming. Then he slowly drew 
his prick out.

It bobbed up and down under his belly. It was no longer 
fleecy as a cloud. Cum and cuntjuice had matted his 
pelt. The stuff was bubbling from her vacated cunt, 
soaking the ground. Marion smiled dreamily, delighted to 
have discovered the joys of animal fucking.

She slid in under the ram and tongued the dripping head 
of his cock, gathering up jizz mingled with cuntjuice.

She was surprised how delicious cuntjuice was.

Marion had never tasted pussyjuice before, and now she 
realized that it was tasty stuff, indeed. She just had 
to wonder what it would be like to suck a load of hot 
cuntjuice right out of a coming pussy. She had to 
speculate on the joy of bringing a woman off with her 
tongue and lips. She didn't expect to ever find out, of 
course. Still... she wondered.

And she polished the ram's cockhead until it gleamed.

Marion knew that she really should feel ashamed of 
herself, at the very least, embarrassed. But she didn't. 
It had been so thrilling to get fucked by an animal that 
she could not feel any guilt or shame whatsoever. As 
long as no one ever found out, she reasoned, there was 
no harm in it. There was only pure pleasure, for her and 
the ram.

Now she knew that her pussy could accommodate a ram's 
prick. Could she fuck a stallion?

She was no longer feeling horny, but she knew the 
rhythms of her body, and she knew that she would be 
horny again soon... the next day, say, when she rode the 
horse again.

Marion intended to try to fuck the stallion tomorrow.

As she thought of this, she realized that the ram was 
eyeing her balefully. She wondered if he could somehow, 
with some bestial sixth sense, read her mind. Did he 
know she wanted the stallion? Did he feel slighted and 
betrayed? But Ovid couldn't read her mind at all.

Ovid was feeling very smug because he had cheated on his 
unfaithful mistress, dogfucking bitch that she was.


-= Chapter 9 =-

That evening, Marion was just getting ready for bed when 
there was a knock on the door. Marion wondered who it 
was. She thought that maybe Jake had stopped by her 
room, hoping to get laid again. The thought was not 
unpleasant. Marion was a bit tired from the day's 
activities. Although she was an expert rider, she was 
not really used to a full day of trekking... and fucking 
the ram had been an exhausting act. But, tired or not, 
Jake would be welcome. She thought it would be nice to 
just lie back and let him do all the work. Maybe if she 
was lucky, he would go down on her and she could drift 
off to sleep with a hot tongue working on her pussy. She 
was already undressed and, convinced that it must be 
Jake at the door, Marion didn't bother to put anything 
on.

She opened the door naked and smiling, But it was Maisy 
who stood there.

Maisy gave Marion such an intense look that the brunette 
was terrified. Somehow the woman must have found out 
that she had been sucking off one of her riding hacks.

But then the cowgirl smiled, too, as her gaze moved up 
and down over Marion's slim, sexy body.

Marion was wearing a Stetson and boots and a wide belt 
with an eagle on the brass buckle. She had a saddle 
slung over her shoulder. Did she intend to ask Marion to 
go for a late night ride? Marion raised her eyebrows 
questioningly. "May I come in?"

"I'm not dressed," Marion said.

"I noticed," said Maisy. Her gaze roamed up and down 
again.

Strangely enough, it made Marion tingle with excitement 
to have the other woman looking at her in that way. She 
wondered why. She felt just the way she did when a young 
man was admiring her. But why should she feel that way 
when it was another woman who was gazing at her body?

"Well, I guess so," Marion said.

She stood back, and the cowgirl came into the room. She 
slung the saddle onto a chair. Marion noticed that there 
was something funny about that saddle, but she paid it 
little attention.

She was more interested in the curious way that Maisy 
was looking at her and wondering why she was enjoying it 
so much.

"I thought you might be feeling lonely... with your 
husband not with you and all," Maisy said. "I know that 
a married woman gets used to company. Someone to sleep 
with. Sex."

"Errrr... well, yes. But--"

"I don't know if you ever cheat on your husband."

Good Lord! What a question from a relative stranger! Was 
she going to offer Marion one of the ranchhands?

"That's really none of your business," Marion said, but 
she smiled to show that she wasn't really annoyed.

"Oh, I don't give a damn. If I had a husband, I'd cheat 
on the bastard every chance I got, myself. But that's 
not the point. I thought you might like to borrow my 
special saddle." Marion looked at the strange saddle 
again. It seemed to have two pommels.

Then she looked closer and saw that the extra pommel 
was, in fact, a big rubber prick. It was realistically 
contoured and mounted on a flexible spring. She saw 
that, seated on such a saddle, a girl could get a 
cuntful of dildo and let the actions of the horse do the 
work... trotting through the foreplay, cantering through 
the build up, galloping at the orgasm.

"It's really best if you use it on a horse," Maisy was 
saying. "But you can squat on it on a chair or a bed, 
too. I'll let you borrow it for the night, if you like."

"I... I don't think--"

Maisy shrugged. "Suit yourself. I just thought you might 
be feeling horny, and I like my guests to be content."

"Well... maybe, then," Marion said, blushing.

Maisy gave her a speculative look. Marion felt her 
nipples stiffen as if the woman's eyes had some tactile 
quality, as if her gaze was physically caressing her.

Maisy saw them stiffen, too, and smiled. Her tongue 
flicked across her lower lip.

Marion began to wonder if there was something peculiar 
about her hostess.

"Want me to show you how to use it?" Maisy asked.

Marion was shocked. Then her shock faded away 
immediately, and she was fascinated. There was something 
very exciting about the thought of watching the woman 
fuck herself on that strange saddle.

"If you want to," she said, softly.

Maisy obviously wanted to. She kicked her boots off and 
squirmed out of her jeans. Her pussy was open and juicy. 
Marion stared at it in fascination. She was remembering 
how tasty her own cuntjuice had been when she licked it 
off the ram's prick, and how she had wondered what it 
would be like to eat a woman out. Now that possibility 
didn't seem so unlikely. She also remembered how she had 
wanted Jake to gently tongue her while she drifted to 
sleep. Maisy was a woman, but a tongue was a tongue, no 
matter the sex of the tonguer.

Maisy took her shirt off.

Her tits were huge and her nipples stood out like little 
rockets ready to be launched.

She kept her Stetson on and pulled her cowboy boots back 
on.

She positioned the saddle on the chair, then threw one 
leg across, straddling it. She lowered her crotch until 
the head of the rubber cock nestled into her hairy 
pussy. She was looking at Marion. Marion was looking at 
Maisy's cunt.

Maisy slowly sank down, feeding the rubber prick up her 
juicy pussy inch by inch. Her cuntlips sucked on the fat 
shaft. She grimaced with pleasure as she stuffed her 
cunt full. She settled into the saddle, the dildo 
disappearing up her fuckhole. She squirmed around a 
little, then rose up again. Cuntjuice poured down the 
rubber cock as it came sliding out.

Her legs were well muscled from years in more normal 
saddles. Her thighs rippled as she went up and down on 
the bizarre saddle horn. Her big tits flopped up and 
down and her firm ass ground from side to side as her 
belly pumped.

She regarded Marion through narrowed eyes.

"That looks like fun," Marion said.

Marion had lost whatever shyness and embarrassment she 
had first felt by this time. It was impossible to feel 
embarrassed with such an up-front woman as Maisy. "Want 
to try it?" Maisy offered. Marion hesitated.

Did she want to wait until she was alone, or did she 
want to do it in front of Maisy? The thought of having 
the woman watch her fuck herself was stimulating.

"All right," she whispered.

Maisy drew her flooded cunt off the big rubber cock, and 
she dismounted from the saddle. Marion moved closer.

"Wait a minute... let me polish it for you," said Maisy.

Bending down, she took the dripping rubber cock into her 
mouth and sucked on it. She does like cuntjuice, Marion 
thought.

Maisy pulled her lips away, smiling. The rubber cock 
glistened with her saliva. She stepped back, and Marion 
swung gracefully into the saddle. She fitted the head of 
the cock into her fuckhole.

Maisy knelt down in front of the chair. "Let me help 
you," she said.

Reaching out, she spread Marion's cuntlips wide open 
with her fingertips. One finger brushed over Marion's 
clit, causing her to tremble all through her body. She 
lowered herself onto the prick.

Marion went up and down, taking it all the way up her 
cunt, then rising up until only the tip remained stuck 
up her. Maisy continued to rub and stroke her cuntlips 
and clit. Maisy looked hungry.

"Ummm," purred Marion, grinding her ass in the saddle 
with the rubber prick buried up her pussy.

She rose up again. The cock came out of her, soaking 
with her hot cream. Maisy leaned in and pushed her pink 
tongue out. She began to lick Marion's cuntjuice off the 
dildo. Marion stared down at her, hot flashes darting 
through her pussy.

The women exchanged a glance. Maisy raised her eyebrows 
questioningly.

"You want to suck my cunt, don't you?" Marion whimpered.

"Ummm... yes!"

"I don't mind... oh! I want you to!"

Maisy purred with delight. She gazed at Marion's cunt 
for awhile, savoring the anticipation. Marion's pussy 
looked scrumptious. It looked a lot tastier than the 
shepherdess' cunt-- a feast compared to a plain stew, 
she thought. Her mouth was watering and her tongue was 
as hot as her clit. Maisy tipped the Stetson onto the 
back of her head.

She leaned in and flicked her tongue over Marion's clit.

"Oooooh!" Marion squealed.

Marion continued to ride up and down on the rubber cock 
while Maisy tongued her cunt. The double thrill was 
spectacular. Maisy was licking her unfurled cuntlips, 
lapping at her tingling clit and pushing her tongue 
right up inside her alongside the dildo. Then she 
clamped her mouth onto Marion's pussy like a suction cup 
onto a drain, nursing steadily on her flowing fuckslit. 
Cuntjuice poured over her lips and flowed on her tongue. 
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. She was 
purring like a cat at a bowl of cream, and Marion was 
moaning with the rising thrill.

"Come," Maisy whimpered. "Come for me, baby!"

She sucked hungrily, and her tongue flashed.

"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming!" Marion wailed.

The thrill rippled across her belly and shot wildly up 
her straining thighs and her cunt creamed.

Maisy gasped with joy as her mouth filled up with that 
flood of pussy-juice. She kept sucking avidly. Marion's 
clit exploded in her lips and the brunette cried out in 
ecstasy.

Maisy kept sucking until Marion was no longer squirming, 
then she tongued up the stray drops that had escaped her 
lips and seeped down Marion's crotch, onto the rubber 
cock.

She lapped up a drop from the saddle.

Sitting back on her heels, she grinned at Marion.

"I... I never had a woman do that before," Marion said.

"Your cunt is delicious," Maisy sighed, "I... I never 
sucked a cunt, either," Marion added.

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"I think that I want to."

Maisy squealed with pleasure. She had been content to do 
all the sucking, having a taste for cunt, but if it was 
going to be a reciprocal arrangement it was even better.

Marion slowly pulled her pussy off the prick.

Maisy leaned in and took the big rubber cock into her 
mouth, slurping juicily, polishing the extra saddle horn 
to a luster. Marion watched her lips pull up and push 
down, those lips had so lovingly nursed an orgasm out of 
her cunt.

This was some vacation, Marion thought. She had seduced 
a young cowboy.

That had been nice, but nothing out of the ordinary. But 
she had also sucked off a horse and fucked a ram, and 
now she had had her pussy sucked by a woman and was just 
about to do some cuntsucking, herself. The wild 
anticipation was as thrilling as the act was going to 
be, she knew. She thought that it was perverted to suck 
a cunt... and found the idea all the more thrilling 
simply because it was. It was the same way that she felt 
about fucking and sucking with animals--the charm of 
depravity enhanced the delights. And the best was still 
to come!

Tomorrow, Marion was going to get fucked by a stallion!

Even though she had just come, her pussy began to steam 
again at the very thought. But that was tomorrow.

At the moment, there was a hot cunt that had to be 
sucked, and Marion was drooling for that hairy, juicy 
feast.


-= Chapter 10 =-

Although Marion was eager to suck her first cunt, she 
was in no hurry about it. Since this was her first 
lesbian encounter, she thought that she should 
appreciate the preliminaries and the build up before she 
came to the creamy conclusions.

Maisy was bending over from the waist, sucking the 
rubber prick. Her legs were parted, and Marion could 
look right up her open cunt from the back. She stepped 
closer and placed a hand on Maisy's ass. Maisy sighed. 
Marion slowly slid her fingers down into the cowgirl's 
crotch, and she dipped them into her pussy, causing 
Maisy to tremble. She pulled her lips off the phallic 
saddle horn and stood up, turning to face Marion. She 
was still wearing her Stetson although it had tilted 
askew as she dipped her head in Marion's crotch.

They kissed, their lips brushing lightly together at 
first, then parting and grinding passionately. They put 
their arms around each other and stood belly to belly. 
Their big tits shifted together. Marion dipped her 
tongue into Maisy's mouth, and Maisy sucked on it, 
tangling her own hot tongue up with it. Marion could 
taste her own cuntjuice on the other girl's tongue and 
lips. The sweet nectar whetted her appetite for more of 
the stuff. Her hands slid up and down on Maisy's hips, 
then cupped her by the firm globes of her ass, pulling 
her body tight against Marion's. Maisy pushed one arched 
thigh between Marion's legs. Marion worked her cunt 
around on it. Their pubic hair rustled together, and 
their nipples pushed against each other.

Marion slid her lips from Maisy's panting mouth, then 
lowered her face to the cowgirl's big, heaving tits. She 
took a plump nipple into her lips and sucked on it, then 
switched to the other one. She ran her tongue up Maisy's 
deep, soft cleavage and circled around her tit mounds.

Maisy cradled Marion's face between her hands and 
shifted, grinding her tits in Marion's face and working 
her hot belly up and down while her thigh rubbed 
Marion's crotch.

They kissed again, panting right into each other's open 
mouths, stabbing tongues back and forth. Maisy slid down 
to do some tit sucking now, and Marion arched her slim 
back, thrusting her plump tits out eagerly, adoring the 
way the woman sucked on the taut tips.

"Ummm... ummm," Maisy purred, on a mouthful of nipple 
and tit.

"Let's get on the bed," Marion whimpered.

They moved together to the bed, arms around each other's 
waist, hips brushing together sensuously. They kissed 
again, standing beside the bed, then sat down hip to 
hip, both twisting from the waist as they kept their 
mouths together in a hot embrace. Their thighs were 
spread. Maisy dipped a hand into Marion's pussy and 
started to finger her. Marion returned the caress, 
running her fingertips up the woman's open cuntlips and 
strumming her clit.

Still kissing, Marion began to lap at the same time.

She licked at Maisy's throat and neck and ear.

She had decided that she wanted to go around the world 
on the sexy cowgirl, to savor every inch of her smooth 
flesh before she got to the juicy main course between 
her legs. Maisy fell back across the bed.

Marion began to work her way down the woman's sleek, 
arched body. She kissed and licked and sucked on her 
tits. She moved down her stomach and onto the gentle 
rise of her belly. Maisy began to moan, and her hips 
switched from side to side. She drew one knee up and 
parted her thighs, giving Marion free access to her 
cunt.

But Marion, although she was hungry for cunt, was still 
not ready to commence the feast.

Her tongue rustled through the curly coils of Maisy's 
pubic thicket like a little pink lizard scurrying 
through thick undergrowth. She licked back up, then 
spent a moment tonguing out the woman's deep belly 
button. Her saliva was leaving glistening trails all 
over Maisy's belly, like the track of a snail. Again, 
she moved down.

This time, she bypassed Maisy's smoldering cunt and 
began to tongue up and down her thighs. She went all the 
way down, kissing the woman's boots, coming back up inch 
by inch. Maisy was whimpering with need.

"Please... oh, please," she begged. "Go down on me, 
Marion... go down on my cunt!" Marion had tongued up to 
her crotch.

She licked up the crease where Maisy's thigh joined her 
torso, her tongue running parallel with the woman's 
flooded pussy but still avoiding direct contact.

Maisy was switching her ass and hips around, trying to 
get her cunt plastered onto Marion's face.

Marion avoided it.

Grasping Maisy by the hips, she turned her over.

Limp with lust, Maisy was totally pliable. She rolled 
over onto her belly, her ass jutting up.

Marion began licking up the backs of her legs, 
commencing the reverse side of her approach. She 
flattened her hands on Maisy's asscheeks, then spread 
them firmly apart.

She ran her tongue up the woman's asscrack.

Maisy wailed with the sensation.

Marion began to rim out the cowgirl's taut brown 
shitter, pushing her tongue as far up the girl's asshole 
as it would go. She was shoving three fingers up Maisy's 
pussy from the back now. Then she slid back down, 
tonguing all the way, and dipped her head into the 
cowgirl's crotch from behind. Maisy stiffened, waiting.

Marion gazed adoringly at her open cunt.

Then, pushing her tongue out, she took her first ever 
taste of sweet cuntjuice.

Marion took one tentative lick and drew back.

She let the taste tingle on her tongue and smiled 
dreamily as she discovered that it was as good as she 
had hoped, delicious and darkly satisfying.

Maisy drew her knees under her. Her ass heaved up and 
her cunt flooded. Marion began to lap her pussy with 
long tongue-strokes, running all the way up from her 
clit to her asshole. Then she stabbed into the woman's 
creamy fuckhole. She used her fingers to spread Maisy's 
cuntlips wide open and plastered her mouth to her 
flowing cunt, sucking joyfully and tonguing in and out 
eagerly.

Her mouth filled with cunt cream. She swallowed it 
hungrily.

Maisy was grinding her ass around in Marion's face as 
the brunette's mouth clamped over her pussy, sucking 
steadily and tonguing energetically. She turned Maisy 
onto her back again.

Burying her face between Maisy's thighs, Marion began 
the steady suction that she knew would make Maisy cream 
soon. She yearned for the thrill of that moment, the joy 
of knowing that her tongue and lips had brought the 
woman to the peak of all sensation. She longed for the 
hot rush of Maisy's juices as she melted.

"Come... come... come!" wailed Marion.

"Oh, my God! Oh, yes!" Maisy cried.

Her cunt began to spasm. She felt as if her whole being 
was turning to cream, spilling out into Marion's eager 
mouth. Her pussy was so wide-open that her cuntlips 
seemed to be turning inside out, and Marion's mouth was 
glued to her flooding fuckslit.

Maisy shuddered through a prolonged orgasm.

Marion kept sucking merrily away.

And, as Marion's hunger was satisfied, she found that 
her own pussy was getting hot again.

So naturally, Maisy went down on Marion again.

It seemed to be a not-so-vicious circle, Marion thought, 
one of the aspects of cuntlapping that she hadn't 
considered before. When she was eating cunt, her own 
cunt got horny, and when her cunt was being sucked, she 
got hungry.

But Maisy knew how to handle that.

Twisting into the position of inverted love, the girls 
began to sixty-nine together, solving the problem, 
breaking the not-so-vicious circle by forming their own 
circle, satisfying their oral hunger and their cunts at 
the same time. When the thrill built up toward the 
crest, it seemed that they shared the same sensation, 
rippling back and forth between their tightly linked 
bodies, intensified on their hot tongues. They were both 
coming and, as Marion hungrily swallowed cuntjuice, she 
felt as if the wonderful nectar was passing straight 
through her body and spilling out again from her own 
cunt, into Maisy's mouth. They came for a long time. 
Then they did it again. Maisy stayed the night.

The girls slept together, linked up as they were, head 
to groin in the sixty-nining position. Intermittently, 
they tongued each other's cunt. They slept, woke up, 
lazily did some cuntlapping, slept again. The pale light 
of dawn was at the window when Marion was aroused from 
her final period of slumber, aroused by the most 
delightful sensation. For a moment she had forgotten who 
was in bed with her and what that hairy, juicy object 
pressed to her lips was. Then she realized that her 
mouth was clamped on Maisy's pussy, and that the thrill 
she was enjoying meant that lusty Maisy was once again 
tonguing away on her cunt. Marion began gobbling, too. 
Maisy squealed, the soft, moist sound muffled right up 
the echo box of Marion's cunt. Marion sucked hot foam 
from the cowgirl's smoldering pussy. She began to 
fingerfuck in and out of the girl's cunthole with three 
fingers bunched together, slowly sliding them in to the 
knuckles, drawing them out, dripping with juice, then 
pushing them back in and wriggling them around inside 
the velvet-smooth vise of Maisy's pussy. She fingered 
Maisy's asshole with her other hand. Her tongue and lips 
concentrated on the tingling nugget of Maisy's clit.

They creamed together again.

Thrashing, tit to belly and mouth to cunt, churning and 
grinding away, both girls rose to the heights and 
hovered there, the thrills lashing through their 
bellies, running up their thighs and becoming a 
turbulent whirlpool in their cunts.

Marion didn't know which she was enjoying more, coming 
or sucking the cum out of Maisy.

But she didn't have to make that choice.

She sucked Maisy to the dregs, and Maisy milked Marion's 
cunt dry. They lay gasping and panting in each other's 
groin.

Marion was very happy that she had so unexpectedly been 
initiated into the joys of cuntsucking.

She knew that, in the future, she was liable to be doing 
a whole lot more of it and, even while her head was 
still jammed between Maisy's thighs and her lips planted 
on the girl's pussy, she was wondering which of her 
friends and acquaintances would like some head. She 
didn't think it was the sort of offer that many girls 
would refuse.

But then, Marion realized something else. Cuntsucking 
made her horny for prick. And she thought about the 
stallion.


-= Chapter 11 =-

Jake was sadly disappointed when Marion told him that 
she had decided she wanted to ride alone that morning. 
She explained that she still hadn't come to terms with 
her conscience about her adultery. But then, to brighten 
his day, Marion also told him that she figured she would 
be able to resolve her emotions during a long, solitary 
ride... and that he could come to her room when she 
returned. She refused his offer to saddle the horse. 
Jake went off to wait for her to get back, and he tried 
not to jerk off thinking about her so that he would have 
a nice big load of cum stored up.

Marion saddled the horse.

She used Maisy's extraordinary saddle.

Riding out from the stables, Marion looked proper 
enough, but as soon as she was out of sight of the ranch 
house and outbuildings she dismounted and took her 
jodhpurs and panties off. The horse watched her 
speculatively. He had fond memories of her mouth, and he 
thought that her hairy, juicy cunt looked inviting, too.

She mounted again.

This time, she slipped the rubber prick up her cunt.

The saddle was a lot more effective on the horse than it 
had been on the chair. As the powerful brute trotted 
off, the dildo ground around in her cunt. Soon, the 
saddle was slippery with her overflowing juices, and she 
had come three times.

But she was still horny.

And she knew that if her cunt was every going to be open 
and wet enough to take a horse's prick, now was the 
time.

In the same leafy glade where, the day before, she had 
sucked and fucked with Jake, blew the horse and fucked 
the ram, Marion reined in, carefully pulled her pussy 
off the dildo, then slid to the ground.

The horse had not been unaffected by the action on his 
back, and his huge prick was semi-hard. His dark-fleshed 
cockhead was just starting to squeeze out from its 
leathery foreskin. Marion knelt down beside the animal, 
and she began to play with his bloated balls, smiling 
when she found that they were inflated with cum. She ran 
her hands up and down his hardening prick shaft, tracing 
along the fat, pulsating vein from root to crown. She 
fingered the underside of his swollen cockhead.

The horse's cock snapped upright, throbbing.

It was bigger than the ram's prick--quite a good deal 
bigger--and the horny woman wasn't at all sure if she 
could take it. But she sure as hell was going to try.

She pulled the horse's cockshaft back with both hands, 
so that his dark prickhead stood out, flaring.

She leaned in and began to tongue his cock.

She lapped all over his delicious slab of horsemeat, 
then tilted her head and fed the tip into her mouth, her 
cheeks hollowing in as she sucked lovingly on the huge 
mouthful.

The horse reckoned he was in for another blowjob, and 
his haunches began to quiver.

Marion was tempted to suck him off. She had adored 
having the stallion empty his cock and balls into her 
mouth, and she would have welcomed another drink of 
horse jism. She nursed and tongued on his delicious 
wedge of prickmeat. But her cunt was really burning now. 
She decided that it was time to see if she could fuck 
the horse. If she failed, she could always finish him 
off in her mouth again.

She gave his cockhead a last slurp, then withdrew.

Sitting down in front of the horse, she rubbed the tip 
of his prick around on her tits, then on her belly. She 
arched and slowly bent into a long curve, bridging her 
body under the animal and lifting her crotch up to the 
level of his prick. The horse was plenty excited now, 
but he seemed to realize that this mating was not going 
to be easy, and he forced himself to stand steady, not 
humping prematurely.

His cockhead wedged into her groin.

Marion began to twist her hips and work her cunt around 
on the tip of his prick, pushing steadily against it. 
Her pussy spread.

The tip of his cockhead pried in.

Marion gurgled with delight as she felt her cunt being 
spread out around his massive slab of hot prickmeat.

She writhed and wriggled and squirmed.

Inch by inch, the head of the horse's prick slid up her 
fuckslit. Suddenly, the whole thing pushed in, and she 
gasped. Her cuntlips clamped tight around his cockshaft, 
and his knob was buried in her. She wailed with the 
ecstasy of it.

She stared at her belly, half-expecting to see the 
contours of that huge slab outlined there. It felt like 
a red-hot ball of iron smoldering inside her.

Marion wanted it deeper!

She began to push up hard, feeding his fat prick into 
her, taking his cockhead into the depths of her cunt.

She took half of the huge thing in.

Then the horse bottomed out, his cockhead in as far as 
it would go, the shaft half buried and the rest of it 
standing out between them, steaming in the crisp morning 
air.

Now Marion held steady, thrilling to the joy of having 
her cunt stuffed to the brim with horse prick.

And the stallion began to hump her.

At first, the fit was too tight. When he drew his cock 
back, he simply pulled the woman along with it. But then 
her lubricated, pliable pussy began to adjust to his 
bulk, expanding to accommodate his massive load of 
prickmeat. He drew back, and his gigantic cock came 
sliding out of her cunt until only the head was still in 
her.

Then he slid it in again.

Arched and bridged, Marion rotated her hips, winding her 
cunt around on his cock as he shoveled it in, then 
dragged it out. That huge plug was filling so tightly 
that her cuntjuice sprayed out in a fine mist, soaking 
the surging brute's balls. Her clit sparked.

She creamed, and then she creamed again immediately.

Full to the guts with horse prick, Marion began a series 
of multiple orgasms, each wonderful wave coming so fast 
upon the one before that it became one infinitely 
prolonged thrill. In and out flashed the horse's cock. 
It came out slathered with her creamy nectar, throbbing 
like some mighty carnal engine. It slammed in again, 
tilting her pelvis and rattling her bones.

She felt his prick expand even more. She saw his huge 
balls swell. The horse snorted.

Marion wailed with joy as she felt a hot jet of jism 
squirt into the depths of her pussy. She was still 
coming. When she felt her cunt fill with horse cum, she 
came again, more intensely than she had ever come 
before. The horse kept pouring his prick into her. Each 
time he shoved it in, he shot another hot wad of 
quicksilvery cum into her, and she climaxed anew, her 
juices swirling out in a wild whirlpool.

At long last, the horse's cock and balls were drained.

He stood, quivering, while Marion squirmed around, 
working off the last spasms of her joy.

Then she, too, stopped moving.

They were still stuck together, and the horse, despite 
his climax, still had a stiff prick.

Marion smiled dreamily.

It hadn't been easy to get that massive cock up her 
cunt.

Since it was already there, still there, it seemed a 
crying shame not to make the most of it.

Marion fucked the horse again.

Marion was so thrilled by her depravity that she felt 
compelled to tell someone. She couldn't tell Jake.

She gave him a blowjob, instead.

But she could tell Maisy, she knew. Maisy was such a 
naughty girl that Marion felt no qualms about such a 
confession. And Maisy was impressed.

Then Maisy told Marion about the bull.

The bull's cock was even bigger than the stallion's... 
as Marion soon found out, to her joy.


The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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