David Crane

Sisters love horses

CHAPTER ONE

The blonde teenager came galloping across the meadow, riding bareback on her sturdy pony. It was a sturdy Welsh mountain pony, shaggy-coated and broad across the haunches, with a flowing mane tumbling over its arched neck and a silken tail switching as it jogged along. The pony's name was Buck. It was a stallion.

The girl's name was Bonny Harper. She was very young, but nubile for her age, her prematurely developed curves nicely emphasized by what little clothing she wore. Her white cotton tee shirt was tight, molded to the contours of her plump tits, and showing the imprint of her taut nipples in twin peaks. Her firm tit-globes bounced saucily to the pony's stride. She wore a pair of faded, cut-off jeans that were so snug they might have been painted on her loins, and were cut off so very short that they had no legs at all – just a triangle of denim stretched across her hips and clinging to her ass. She was barefoot. Her legs were long and slim and shapely, wrapped around the pony's flanks. Her pert ass shifted easily with the animal's jolting gait, and her crotch, barely covered by the crotchband of her shorts, squirmed around on the pony's broad back.

Bonny had long blonde hair, streaked by the sun into shades of amber and gold and honey. Her eyes were blue and wide, and she had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. They gave the girl an air of youthful innocence. But her mouth was wide and full and sensual and not at all innocent. She was smiling with the pleasure of riding – and perhaps in anticipation of a different, less wholesome, pleasure that would follow that ride.

Bonny was a most desirable and exciting sight as she jogged her pony across the fields.

Her father certainly thought so.

Jake Harper was a gentleman farmer, having moved from the city some time ago to find a more peaceful life. He worked the farm with the hired help, however, never getting his own hands into the soil. At the moment, he was strolling across the field beside the lane, smoking a pipe and wearing a tweed jacket and twill trousers, his only concession to being a farmer was the rubber boots he wore because of the cow shit. Pipe smoke trailed behind him on the still, fresh air and Jake was feeling content, pleased that he had left the bustle of the city behind him.

Then he saw his daughter jogging down the lane and he no longer felt so content.

Jake felt disturbed – and aroused.

He had not failed to notice how nubile his daughter had recently become, and he had been troubled by incestuous fantasies concerning the girl. He felt embarrassed and ashamed of these depraved yearnings, but he could not deny them – nor could he deny the stirring he felt in his cock and balls whenever he looked at Bonny nowadays.

As she rode past, Bonny saw her daddy and waved to him, smiling. He waved back, but his return smile was strained. He clenched his pipe stem more firmly in his teeth and, when the girl was past, shook his head as if bewildered. When she had raised her hand to wave, her tee shirt had stretched tightly across her bouncing tits, revealing the stiffness of her nipples and now, gazing after her departing form, Jake watched her heart-shaped ass bob around on the horse. He saw that her shorts were so tight that little half-moons of her ass-cheeks showed. He thought he had even detected a few wisps of curly pubic hair coiling out from those chopped-off legholes. The crotchband of her shorts had been damp, too. Jake felt sure that it was only sweat, or lather from the pony's back, but it was exciting, nevertheless.

His cock began to rise, jamming into his cavalry twill trousers, and his balls started to swell. Jake puffed furiously on his pipe and watched Bonny ride away, her long blonde hair streaming out behind her like the pony's tail, and her delectable little ass bouncing and wriggling delightfully. Her slender, well-muscled thighs clutched the animal's flanks, tensing and relaxing and as she maintained her seat. Jake wondered what the girl would look like naked. He hadn't seen her bare in several years, since before those plump tits had begun to thrust out, and when her ass had been flat, not so maddeningly rounded. Despite himself, Jake lusted for a sight of the girl's naked body.

Maybe he could walk in on her in the bath or shower, or when she was changing her clothing, he considered. Maybe, pretending it was accidental, he could get a look at her ass and tits and crotch. He blushed at the thought, ashamed of himself. But he told himself there was no harm in just looking, determined that he would never actually do anything to the sexy nymphet. It wasn't really so wicked just to pretend, as long as he never actually touched her, right?

His jaw seemed to be connected to his cock. As his prick rose up into an iron-hard rod, his teeth clamped more tightly on the stem of his pipe, the muscles taut along his lean jaw. Bonny was out of sight now, having turned along the twisting lane, but her image stayed in his mind and his hard-on persisted. Jake – and he felt sheepish about it – had often jerked off while he thought about Bonny. He had also pretended he was fucking Bonny when he was fucking Martha, his wife. Now, with his balls bloated and his prick pounding like a jack-hammer, the frustrated father considered returning to the farm house and taking his wife to bed. He knew that Martha would be willing – she always was. But it presented a tactical problem. To get back to the house he would have to cross the fields where his hired hand was working and his hard-on was so visible and prominent that he was embarrassed to be seen.

He willed his cock to shrink and soften.

The damned thing swelled and hardened. So much blood was rushing into his cock that Jake felt light-headed.

He had to reduce that hard-on somehow and the only way he could do was to empty his balls.

Jake always felt ashamed when he jacked off, being a happily married man with a sexy and agreeable wife. But under the circumstances he felt that he had no choice. Shameful or not, it always felt good, too, when he milked his prick thinking about Bonny.

He reached down and cupped a hand over his bulging groin. His cock rippled and flared, bucking like a bronco, demanding release from the prison of his fly. He rubbed his prick and grimaced at the fiery sensation shooting through his loins, and the visions that danced in his mind. He sighed, resigned to necessity. Still smoking his pipe – he had forgotten that it was clenched in his teeth – he moved toward the shelter of a fringe of pine trees that bordered the dirt lane. Standing in the shadows, he looked all around to make sure that he was hidden from sight. Then he opened his fly and his prick came charging out like a maddened bull into the bull ring, his cockstalk falling into his open palm. He gritted his teeth. He was panting now, and as he breathed heavily the clouds of pipe smoke came out furiously. His big, purple cockhead was smoking-hot, too.

He lifted his cock in his open hand, as if judging the weight. Then he reached down and hauled his swollen balls out, freeing all of his formidable prick. As he rubbed his balls, he could feel the jism slosh around, and they began to ache.

His hand slid up again, and he shifted his thumb back and forth against the sensitive spot where his cockhead flared out from his cockstalk and then dark, pulsing vein that seamed the underside of his prick spread out into his wedge-shaped cock-knob.

He was pretending that it was his daughter's hot tongue fluttering against his cockhead.

Then he closed his hand into a fist and slid it lightly, skimming up and down his cockshaft. He groaned and grimaced. Pipe smoke poured out like steam and his prick throbbed mightily. He clamped his fist tighter and began to pump his prick up and down. The foreskin curled up over the edge of his cockhead as his hand jerked up, then was dragged back as he pumped toward his balls and skinned the head of his cock into a naked, glowing hot slab of prick-meat.

Jake was making believe that the circle of his closed hand was his daughter's cunthole.

He cupped his balls in his free hand and his ass began to grind and corkscrew in a fucking movement as he drove his iron-hard cock through his stroking fist. A glob of preliminary spunk oozed from his gaping pisshole and ran sluggishly down his prick-knob. His fist skimmed faster over the slimy lubrication.

"Fuck me, Bonny!" he muttered, lost to his wild, incestuous dreams. "Whip your sweet pussy onto my cock…"

His eyes were closed. Her image was concrete in his mind. He thought of her sensual lips and nimble tongue and rasped: "Suck me off, girl…"

Then he remembered her sweet ass and mumbled: "Yeah! Grind that fucker!"

His whole body began to tremble and shake as the thrill built up in his loins. Visions of plump young tits and juicy cunts and trim little asses surged madly through his thoughts. More spunk squeezed out. The head of his cock was soaking now, the dark purple cockmeat streamed and lathered with frothy white cum. Thick drops flew off and fell to the ground as he jerked on his prick.

He was about to come. A spasm shook him and his jaw dropped open. The smoldering pipe fell unheeded to the earth. A moment later, a glob of cum fell onto the hot bowl, steaming in the air. His pisshole was streaming freely now and his balls had swelled like over-inflated balloons.

Suddenly his loaded balls erupted. As his fist pumped down, he felt his cockshaft expand. The cream rushed up and a split second later a great spurt of cum shot from his prick-knob, rising through the air and then falling down and splattering on the fertile field. A second wad erupted from his cock and rose straight up, hanging suspended for a moment, a silvery rocket of slime hovering before his chest, then splashed back onto his rubber boots. The stuff ran down the black rubber like quicksilver.

Still thinking of his daughter's mouth and cunt and ass, Jake pumped his prick off to the dregs. Spurt after spurt ripped out and then, as the pressure was relieved, the last of his fuck-juice came out in a mere trickle, running down his prick and pooling up on the web between his thumb and forefinger.

Jake kept frigging his prick until he was sure that he had pumped out every drop. His fist slowed, then halted, clutching his cock at the roots. He staggered, weak-legged and spent.

His balls slowly subsided and his cock turned to rubber. But it didn't go completely soft. Jake was a potent man and one handjob wasn't enough to completely diminish his desire – especially not when he had been thinking about his daughter.

He looked down at the ground and smiled wryly. His creamy cum was splattered all over the place. He shook his semi-hard prick and a few drops of slime sprayed from his cockhead. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the remaining scum from his prickshaft, not wanting any incriminating evidence lingering on his cock for his wife to find. Then he folded his cock back into his fly. Still not really limp, the fat prick resisted, and he grimaced as he jammed it forcibly back into his trousers and zippered them up. He stared down. A definite bulge was still evident in his groin, but it was not nearly as huge and prominent as it had been before he'd unloaded his balls and it wasn't throbbing and pulsating so noticeably. He guessed that he could get back to the house without attracting the attention of the hired hand – back to the house where his ever-ready wife was waiting.

Jake, not content with his handjob, was eager to get home and stuff his cock into Martha's hot cunt. And he knew that, when he did so, he was going to close his eyes and make believe that it was his sexy young daughter's pussy he was pounding into.

Still shaky and weak-kneed, Jake wandered out from the shelter of the pine trees and headed for the house. As he walked, his balls were already starting to recharge themselves and to refill with a new load of fuckjuice.

He was still thinking about his bouncy, nubile daughter, lusting for her and ashamed of his lust.

Jake would have lusted even more if he had known how naughty his little girl could be – and was being, at that very moment…

CHAPTER TWO

Bonny Harper was still a virgin, but that was a condition that the girl fully intended to terminate at the first opportunity. She was practical about it, with no desire to save her cherry for marriage or for the right man. She simply wanted to get laid. Any guy would do, she figured, as long as he had a big, hard cock. If she had lived in the city, Bonny would probably have been screwed by this time, but in the isolated countryside the selection of eligible young men was scant and although she'd been flirting lasciviously with the hired hand, he hadn't yet made a move in return. No doubt he was worried that he would lose his job if her father found out.

Bonny had been finger fucking herself for about a year, having discovered the pleasure of her hand by accident one day, while soaping her crotch in the bathtub. She enjoyed it a great deal, and did it with regularity – at least once a day and often more. She frigged her cunt to a foamy cum first thing in the morning, as a rule, when she was still groggy from sleep, and often she went to sleep at night with her hands still clamped over her soaking pussy. She seldom took a bath without enjoying an underwater handjob, remembering how she had first discovered the joys of self-induced coming. But, as much as she enjoyed it, the sexy teenager was becoming bored with handjobs and was ready for some stiff prick. Then she discovered a brand-new thrill.

It had happened the first time that she rode her pony bareback. Bonny hadn't even been thinking naughty thoughts, she had simply been jogging along on Buck's broad back when all of a sudden, her cunt started to simmer, then smolder. She had wrapped her slender thighs tightly around his powerful, sweat-lathered body and squirmed her crotch up and down along the ridge of his spine until, gasping, she creamed. It had been so wonderful that she could hardly wait for her next ride.

Just at the moment her father was beating his cock thinking about Bonny, the girl was wriggling happily around on Buck's back. She had started to squirm the moment the bend in the lane had taken her out of sight of the field, moving sinuously and slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasant build-up before the creamy conclusion.

Her thighs tensed and her ass churned. She clung to the pony's flowing mane, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, her pretty face transfigured to a mask of pure passion. She wasn't wearing any panties under her tiny denim shorts and the crotchband of those shorts was sodden. The material was dragged into the vee of her crotch as if by the suction of her cunt-hole, and her hairy, pink cuntlips were gaping open, pushing free of the band. Frothy white cuntjuice trickled down the insides of her thighs like a string of pearls.

Buck tossed his head up and snorted, his soft nostrils flaring and his eyes wild and white. He sniffed, scenting the girl's arousal and, being a stallion, started to get aroused himself. He trotted more slowly, his gait faltering as Bonny rubbed her crotch up and down along his ridged backbone.

A ribbon of pussy juice slid from Bonny's steaming cunt and poured down the pony's back. The hot slime was drenching her shorts and seeping through the denim, making the animal's back slippery and Bonny slid up and down on that lubrication, moaning softly as her wonderful sensations rose towards their peak.

Waves of joy rushed across her belly and shot like electric currents up her thighs.

"Oh!" she gasped as a spasm shook her.

Her taut, swollen clit detonated, setting off a juicy explosion in the depths of her fuckhole. The blonde girl jerked about spasmodically, rubbing her cunt furiously up and down the pony's heaving back. She bowed over his arched back, then threw her head and shoulders back, her long blonde hair tumbling. The waves of her climax came higher and faster, rushing one upon the other so fast that they were blending into one prolonged peak. Her whole nubile body was vibrating, her plump tits bobbing up and down, her trim ass grinding.

Cuntjuice flooded over the pony's back and dripped down his flanks. Buck whinnied and came to a halt. Bonny continued to rub her groin against him, working her climax off to the dregs as the muscular animal stood rigid under her jerking body. The dumb animal wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew it was exciting.

Buck twisted his head around, his thick neck coiling. His red tongue came out and he slurped at the cuntjuice that was running down his side. Bonny gasped when she saw her pussy cream slide onto the pony's long, wet tongue. It thrilled her so much that another spasm jolted her loins and another river of cunt juice bubbled out. The frenzied pony lapped it up greedily.

"You like that, do you, boy?" Bonny murmured.

Buck whinnied, prancing under her, tossing her lithe body around. His flanks heaved between her gripping thighs. The last wave creamed in her cunt and Bonny whimpered with the thrill of it. She leaned forward over the pony's withers, a dreamy smile on her lips.

Then she looked down and saw that Buck was getting a hard on. Bonny tilted sideways on his back, gazing under him, fascinated. His prick was long and thick and getting longer and thicker by the moment, the huge cock extending in a series of jolts, and rising up to the horizontal. His naked black cockhead came sliding out from its leathery sheath, a massive slab of smoking hot cockmeat.

"Holy shit!" Bonny gasped.

She leaned closer, one knee hooked over his back, staring in awe at his gigantic cock. She shook her head as if in disbelief. Buck snorted and tossed his head about wildly. Slowly, the dreamy smile on Bonny's sensual lips changed to a wicked grin.

She leaned right out over the pony's flank, like an Indian shielding himself from a wagon train's guns, one thigh hooked across his back and the other leg sliding under him. She rubbed her instep and ankle slowly up and down the animal's cocksaft. The fat prick throbbed against her foot and Bonny whimpered. She fluttered her toes against the flaring wedge of his naked black cockhead and watched the huge prick pump in and out like an inhaling lung.

Bonny was wondering: Should she jerk the pony off?

She sort of owed him a favor. After all, she'd creamed on his back and by doing so, had caused that huge hard on, so she was sort of responsible for dealing with it. Then, too, she reasoned, it would be too embarrassing to bring the pony home in that aroused condition, and how could she make his cock soft again, unless she emptied his balls? These were justifiable reasons, certainly, but they weren't really the main reason – which was that naughty Bonny wanted to jerk the pony off! Her hands were itching for a feel of that hard, hot prickmeat and she was longing to have it throbbing in her grip, and then to see all that hot, thick horse cum spurt out of his pisshole. It was kind of naughty, she figured, but it was all the more exciting because of that. And it wasn't really wicked, not as if she was fucking him or sucking him off, she reasoned. She would never do that, would she?

Bonny slid gracefully off the pony's slippery back. His head turned and he gazed at her expectantly. Being only a dumb brute, Buck didn't know that it was naughty for little girls to jerk off animals and of course he didn't even know what a handjob was. But he was going to find out.

Bonny stroked the excited pony's arched neck and ran her fingers through his silken mane. The horse snorted and nuzzled his soft, moist snout against the girl's cheek. His haunches were rippling with muscle, pushing his prick in and out under his belly. Bonny had just creamed and yet she was hotter than ever, totally thrilled by her naughty intentions, her imagination sparking with lust, her pussy steaming again. She grasped Buck by the mane and led him off the path, into the wooded fringe that offered them sufficient concealment. The pony stepped along willingly beside her, his head going up and down. His cock was jutting out so straight and stiff that he seemed to be striding along a fence.

Bonny halted in the dappled shadow of the trees and gazed at the pony's cock and balls again, her pretty face radiant with desire. His prick pulsated as if her hot gaze had physically caressed his meat and he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof. Bonny slid her open hand down the horse's sweat-soaked flank, then paused before she touched his cock. His balls were so huge that she knew he would be shooting fuck-juice all over the place when he came, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked with slimy pony cum. Anyhow, it would be more naughty, and more exciting to be naked when she jacked the brute off.

Stepping back, Bonny drew her tight tee shirt up and over her head. Her blonde hair cascaded and her firm tits swayed, freed from the cotton confinement. Her nipples were so stiff and vibrant that they stood out like little pink rockets ready to be launched.

Buck pushed his broad head out and nuzzled his silken snout against her tits, neighing softly. His breath, warm and moist, billowed over her plump mounds and Bonny trembled. She squirmed against the pony's nose, stroking his neck. Then she stepped back and unsnapped the waistband of her denim shorts. The pony eyed her speculatively, his nose twitching. Bonny drew the zipper down and her shorts fell open, exposing the golden triangle of her cunt mound. Buck's nostrils flared. He snorted and stamped, confused by this novel situation and yet sensing with his bestial instincts that something very pleasant was about to happen to him.

Squirming her ass and hips, Bonny slowly tugged her tight-fitting shorts down. She stepped out of them. As she raised her knee to do so, her juicy cunt was revealed, and the pony whimpered as the sweet fragrance wafted over him. The girl's cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, her pussy-slit opening into an oval slot that was streaked with creamy cuntjuice. Her taut clit stood out, firm and throbbing. She stood with her legs wide-spread, her hands on her hips and her belly thrust out.

Buck stepped closer, his whole muscular body trembling. He lowered his head and his moist nostrils blew against her pubic thicket. Bonny rose onto her tiptoes and grasped the horny horse by the mane, shoving her crotch right against his snout.

Buck sniffed and snorted. He was being driven wild by the aromatic scent of the girl's arousal. He began to bob his head up and down like a rocking horse, sliding his nose through her creamy pussy. His long, nimble tongue pushed out and he lapped at the succulent cunt-slit, dragging his tongue across her clit. Horsey slobber bubbled into her gaping fuckhole, streaking her cuntjuice with frothy foam. Cunt-juice and pony saliva poured down the insides of her thighs and Bonny moaned, whipping her ass from side to side and grinding her groin against his snout. His nostrils rippled in her fuckslot as he rubbed his muzzle around. Bonny gasped and her pelvis jerked as the animal's long wet tongue stabbed right up inside her smoldering cream-drenched pussy.

Bonny was longing to get her hands on the pony's iron-hard prick. She was yearning to milk him off, but she couldn't bring herself to drag her steaming pussy off the beast's warm muzzle. Her crotch seemed to be glued to him by a paste of cuntjuice and saliva. She gripped his mane with both hands, her fists entwined in the flowing strands, and moved his head around as she jerked her cunt against him. She lifted one knee then the other, shifting her weight. Buck had gone tongue-crazy by this time, slurping and lapping frantically. His tongue shot into her and flicked out, dripping with creamy pussy-nectar. Cuntjuice drenched his soft muzzle and streaked his chin.

"Oh, yeah – lap my cunt, Buck!" Bonny rasped, hardly able to believe how wonderful it felt to have a pony's long, hot tongue stabbing into her soaking cunt-hole and lapping at her tingling clit.

She leaned backwards, clinging to his mane for support as she tilted her crotch higher. Buck's tongue slid out, running up the crack of her ass, through her wide-spread cuntlips, across her clit and on up, flicking her curly cunt mound and spraying pussy cream onto her slim belly. Her hips shot out from side to side and she gurgled with the joy of it.

"Lap it up, boy," she whimpered. "Lick me off…"

The pony dutifully and willingly continued to slap his tongue into her creamy cunt, snorting and blowing hot, horsey breath right up her fuckhole. Her clit rippled and throbbed, vibrating like a tuning fork. The walls of her cunt-hole were seeping, and cuntjuice poured onto the horse's tongue in creamy ribbons, further exciting the horny brute as the delicious stuff soaked into his sensitive tastebuds.

Her cuntlips were unfolded so widely now that they were clamped around the pony's twitching muzzle, and he seemed to be trying to shove his snout right up her fuck tunnel. Clinging to his mane, the lithe girl was riding his head, her trim thighs rippling with muscle as if she were riding at a trot. Then she jerked faster, cantering, ready to break into a gallop. Another creamy crest was building up in her belly as she jolted against the pony with a fucking motion, whimpering and moaning with her depraved delight.

Buck was humping, shoving his prick in and out just as if he was stuck up a cunt. His prick was so long that the naked black prick-knob reached up to his chest as his haunches heaved. His hot cock bumped against Bonny's knee. His pisshole had started to weep and a slippery flow of preliminary spunk soaked her leg. Feeling hot, thick horse-jism trickle onto her flesh, Bonny wailed, more eager than ever to pump all that precious fuckjuice from his cock and balls, so hot that she had to cream herself first. Working towards that end, the naughty teenager whipped her steaming pussy furiously against the pony's slurping tongue and rippling nostrils.

Her legs began to shake violently. Her belly heaved up and her ass jolted in and out as her hips ground against the brute. His tongue lashed at her pussy, spooning cuntjuice out like a soft ladle stirring a creamy bowl.

"Jesus – my cunt is melting!" Bonny gasped.

As if he understood her words, Buck slammed his tongue deeply up Bonny's pussy-slot as her climax ripped through her. Waves of joy higher and more intense than any the girl had ever known before coursed through her loins. Streams of cuntjuice lathered her crotch up and down into the crack of her taut little ass as Buck's long tongue slid after those delicious foaming rivers, slurping her juices back up. Spasm after spasm shook the trembling girl as her clit and cunt went off like a machine gun, peak rushing upon peak. Then the separate crests melted into one tremendous orgasm and Bonny cried out with abandon. The prolonged thrill caused her to shake spasmodically. The girl felt as if her whole body was melting, her blood and bones and brain all turning into cunt-juice and pouring from her fuckhole.

As the wild thrill finally ebbed, Bonny had to hold tight to Buck's mane to keep from collapsing. Buck kept on lapping away, finishing the succulent feast despite the fact that his neglected prick was hammering for attention. Bonny rode his slurping tongue for a few more moments, making sure that she had worked off every spasm and milked off every juicy drop. His big tongue lapped it all up, replacing her cunt cream with pony slobber.

Bonny staggered backwards. The horse's muzzle was clamped to her cunt so firmly that as she dragged away, her cuntlips were pulled out then jerked free with a loud, moist, slurping sound. Bonny took two steps backwards and sank to the ground, panting and gasping. Buck stared at her, cuntjuice dripping from his muzzle, his red tongue streaked with cum cream and lolling from one side of his jaw. Faint with the thrill of coming, Bonny gazed back at her pony through misty eyes, shaking her head in awe.

What a wonderful day this was, the girl thought. It was wonderful because Bonny knew damned well that she was going to be fooling around with her pony an awful lot in the next happy weeks and months. Even with her cunt cooled off momentarily by her orgasm, the girl was already looking forward to her next bestial adventure.

But today wasn't finished yet.

Buck had a massive hard-on and swollen balls – and Bonny owed her pony a favor…

CHAPTER THREE

Bonny was sitting in the grass, her knees raised and her sleek thighs parted. Creamy cunt-juice and frothy pony slobber streamed down her fluffy golden crotch and seeped into the tight crack of her trim little ass. A slippery patch spread out on the ground under her as her juices soaked into the soil.

Buck gazed at the inviting sight of Bonny's wet pussy and neighed softly, his head going up and down, his mane tossing and his long red tongue hanging out. Cuntjuice dripping from his muzzle and the horny horse was still being driven wild by the aromatic scent of the girl's pussy. He was ready and willing to tongue her off again.

But Bonny had a new pleasure in mind. As the pony gazed at her delicious cunt, the girl stared back at his gigantic cock and swollen balls. Her palms and fingers itched for a feel of that hard, hot prick-meat and her pink tongue slid slowly back and forth across her lower lip. Bonny had never sucked a cock, human or otherwise, but the randy girl just knew by looking at it that Buck's huge prick would be a delicious mouthful.

The pony took a tentative step forward, his neck arching as he lowered his head, ready to lap some more pussy. But Bonny gently pushed his muzzle aside and nimbly slid under his broad chest, curling onto one flank right in front of his cockhead. That massive slab of dark cock-meat was aimed at her like a howitzer – a cannon overloaded with a charge of hot, thick fluid shot, ready to bombard the juicy target of the girl's nubile body. She could feel the fiery heat of his smoking cockhead against her flushed face as the mighty wedge of naked pony cock flared and throbbed in front of her. Her blue eyes stared in fascination at the thrilling lump of cockhead. She tilted her head from side to side, her eyes glued to his prick and her tongue sliding across her lips.

Buck snorted and pawed at the ground with one hind hoof, not sure what was going to happen, but well aware that the girl was very close to his thundering cock and ready for anything. His cock muscles tensed and his prickshaft jerked up and down. A hungry little whimpering sound came from Bonny's lips.

Reaching out with both hands, the girl cupped the pony's cockshaft between them, gripping him just behind his throbbing cockhead. She could barely span the thick prickshaft with both hands. His prick lurched. It was like a piledriver. Buck's flanks trembled as he felt her hands on his hard cockstalk. His haunches surged and he humped, shoving his prick through her hands, his cockhead looming out towards her face. Bonny began to pump her cupped hands up and down on his cockshaft, slowly and steadily. As she pulled, the leathery sheath curled up over the ledge of his cockhead and as she pushed back towards his balls, she dragged the skin away, leaving his naked cockhead flaring out.

"Do you like that, Buck?" she whispered.

Buck snorted and humped, fucking through her hands. His prick was getting bigger and harder with every stroke and his balls were swelling as his load built up.

Bonny's mouth was watering and her tongue felt as hot as her clit, as if her mouth had become a substitute cunt, an oral fuckhole. She yearned for a taste of pony prick. But Bonny had never done anything like this before and she was a bit inhibited. Sucking off an animal was real naughty, she knew. Did she want to lose her oral cherry to a pony, or save it for some lucky guy? She was hungry for his succulent cock and delicious jism, yet timid and reluctant. She figured it would be enough to just jerk him off and let his fuckjuice squirt out onto her tits and into her face. Enough for the first time, at least, because Bonny knew herself well enough to realize that she was not going to be satisfied with merely frigging him off for very long.

She began to pump his prick faster and stroke farther down his hammering cockstalk, eager to see and feel the steaming hot cum spurting from his prick.

Her face was tilted slightly back so that her jaw thrust out and her lips were parted, the tip her pink tongue showing. As Buck drove his prick through her hands, his dark cockhead pushed close to her face. She saw his pisshole ripple and part, the slit widening. A frothy nugget of preliminary spunk oozed out then slid sluggishly down the dark cockmeat, a silvery streak on the nearly black prickhead.

"Oh!" Bonny gasped.

The sight of that hot fuckjuice thrilled her to the core. Her tongue tingled and her mouth drooled. She had intended to only jerk him off, but seeing the cum seep from his pisshole was too much for the horny girl to resist. Pony jism looked delicious. She leaned forward, trembling. Another thick drop squeezed from his cleft and ran like quicksilver down his meaty cockhead.

Bonny pushed her tongue out and gathered the frothy cum drop from his cockhead with a quick slurp. She leaned back again and let the tasty slime run around on her tongue then swallowed it down. The pony cum warmed her belly like a fine cognac.

"Fucking hell!" she gasped, thrilled by the dark and depraved knowledge of what she was doing, and loving the taste and the texture of the animal's fuckjuice.

She tossed her head, her long, sun-streaked hair tumbling over her shoulders. Yet another thick drop of jism bubbled from his pisshole. Bonny didn't hesitate this time. She arched her slim back and pushed her face forwards, shoving her tingling tongue right into the pony's piss-hole and lapping the cream out.

Buck was going crazy as he felt a tongue on his frenzied cockmeat for the first time. He humped energetically, pushing his prick out into Bonny's flushed face. Her head tilted back as his cockhead pressed against her lips. Bonny began to lick the hot cock, her tongue sliding all over it. She whimpered with pleasure, discovering that the pony's cockmeat was as delicious as his cum. Her nimble tongue slurped and her saliva flowed over his throbbing prick knob. More preliminary fuckjuice seeped out and Bonny tongued it up with relish.

The first taste had whetted her appetite and Bonny was ravenous for Buck's full load now, yearning for the horse to cream in her open mouth. She knew that she might feel ashamed of herself afterwards, but at the moment, she was too hot and hungry to give a damn, so starved for a drink of pony jism that nothing else mattered.

Bonny opened her mouth wide and clamped her lips around the tip of Buck's dark, naked prick. His pisshole dripped onto her flashing tongue and lathered her lips with slime. She sucked and lapped, moaning with the pure joy of it. Cum and saliva dribbled down her chin. She began to frig his cockshaft faster, eager to bring him off. Buck was humping faster, too, as his balls swelled and throbbed. The dumb brute humped into the girl's face, not knowing what he was doing, but knowing that it was the best sensation he had ever known, better, even, than broodmare cunt.

Bonny pulled his cock down and rubbed his dripping cockhead against her tits for a moment. Cum poured into her cleavage and dripped from her stiff, vibrant nipples. She squirmed against him, sliding his cock up between her tits and taking the tip into the hollow of her throat. Then she pulled his pounding cock back up to her face and began to lap and suck on the delicious prickmeat again. His moist prick slid along her cheek and her golden tresses fell over his cockshaft in a silken curtain. Tilting her head, she licked then clamped her parted lips over his oozing pisshole again.

His balls were so huge now that they looked like balloons. Bonny blew down his cockstalk then sucked, nursing on his slimy prickhead. Cum dribbled into her mouth in a steady flow. Buck had not shot his wad yet and his balls were still full, but he had already fed the hungry cock-sucker as much cum as a normal man would have ejaculated. The more jism Bonny swallowed out of his pisshole, the more she wanted. Bonny had become a true glutton and a meaty, creamy banquet throbbed in her young mouth.

"Cum, Buck!" she whispered, speaking down his prick as if it were a microphone, an intercom system connected to his balls. "Shoot in my fucking mouth, boy – oh, shit! I'm hungry for all your hot, creamy fuckjuice…"

She pumped back with both hands, stroking down to his balls and causing his cockhead to flare in her face. Buck humped, driving his cock out as her hands pushed back. Her mouth opened wide, her jaw dropping, and she slipped her lips over his throbbing cockhead, sucking eagerly and yearning for his cumjuice.

She felt his thick cockshaft expand in her hands, and looking down the formidable length of his prick saw his balls throb as they prepared to explode.

"Yeah – yeah…" Bonny gasped. "Cum, Buck – cream in my mouth – feed me your fuck-juice!"

The pony slammed his cock out, his whole sturdy body quivering, and his balls erupted. The thick load sped up his cockshaft. Bonny felt the huge prick ripple and she whimpered, clamping her parted lips firmly over his steaming hot cockhead. Her hands frigged back on his prick-shaft as his joyjuice rushed up that throbbing cock. A great creamy spurt of jism hosed the girl's throat, hitting her so hard that she swallowed convulsively.

The first squirt poured straight down her gullet without touching her tongue so that she felt the slimy load flood her belly without tasting it. His second spurt shot out like a fluid rocket, splattering onto her thrusting tits. Bonny slammed her head back onto his cockhead just in time to take his third steaming wad into her mouth again, and this time the slippery spunk skimmed over her tastebuds as it poured back into her throat. The horny teenager finally had the pleasure of tasting it as she drank it hungrily down.

The pony kept shooting, dose after dose squirting out of his gaping pisshole, and Bonny gulped the delicious cum down with gusto. Her lips gripped his prick, and her tongue flashed against the underside of his massive prickhead. She had never known anything as wildly exciting as drinking cum out of this pony's prick. Her delicate throat pulsed as she swallowed. She gurgled with joy. She was gulping the horse's slime down as fast as she could, but his load was so great that she couldn't drink it all. Her mouth filled up and cum overflowed her parted lips, running down both sides of her chin.

"More! More!" she wailed. And the potent pony obliged, squirting load after load into her open mouth. Jism swirled in her cheeks. It skimmed over the arched roof of her mouth, sloshed around through her teeth. Her tongue was floating in a swampy sea of steaming hot pony cum.

Bonny sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. Buck kept humping as he drained his balls and emptied his cock. The last spurt hit her tongue and the beast faltered, slowing down, his thrusts becoming erratic. Bonny kept on sucking his slippery cock, milking out the last delicious trickles from his pisshole.

Buck was finished. He stopped humping and stood, his legs spread wide, his body heaving. His head hung down and his prick began to shrink and soften. Greedy Bonny kept on licking and sucking to make sure that she had dragged out every precious drop. Then she leaned back, her face radiant with the joy of what she had done. She saw that a few ribbons of spunk had escaped her lips and trickled down his cockstalk, and she leaned forward again and deftly slurped the precious slime off his shrinking cock. Then she licked his pisshole again, sliding her tongue right up inside to gather up any cum that remained.

"Yummy!" she purred, her eyes glazed and a happy smile on her cum-drenched lips.

Bonny had expected to feel ashamed of herself after it was over, but she felt no such emotion, no regrets and no recriminations. Sucking the pony off had been so wonderful that the only thing she felt was the desire to do it again, very soon.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together, from now on, you lovely pony," she promised the animal.

Buck whinnied and sidestepped, his cock starting to retract. Bonny watched the naked meat of his cockhead slide back into its leathery sheath, sorry to see it go.

How long would it take for a potent pony's balls to fill up with another delicious load? she wondered. Even with a bellyful of the stuff, Bonny was hungry for more, and looking forward to the next time she milked the pony off into her greedy mouth. And now her pussy was smoldering again, aroused by the cocksucking and cum-swallowing she had done. Her cunt seemed envious of her mouth.

She squirmed sensuously, hoping that Buck would notice how hot and creamy her pussy was, wanting him to slap his big wet tongue into her crotch until she creamed. Reaching down over her belly, she spread her cuntlips wide open, releasing the succulent aroma. But Buck, with his balls drained and his prick soft, paid no attention. The pony was placidly munching some grass. He had turned sideways on to Bonny and she gazed at his cock in profile. The fat prick was drooping but even limp it was a thrilling and impressive sight.

Bonny wondered if that massive hunk of pony cock would fit up her virgin fuckhole.

The idea was intimidating, yet thrilling. Thinking of having her cunt-hole stuffed full of rock-hard horse prick was making the naughty teenager moan and shudder with need. Did she dare to try it, when Buck had a hard-on again? She wasn't sure. She knew that she could never take all of that long cock up her cunt, but she thought she might be able to accommodate half of it, as far as length was concerned. But it was so fucking thick, though. Would the pliable walls of her fuckhole spread wide enough to take his cock-meat? Even if she could only manage to get his cockhead into her pussy hole, it would be a treat. With that throbbing cockhead jammed up her cunt, she could jerk him off and feel his steaming hot fuckjuice flood her loins!

Ooooh! Feeling pony cum squirt up her cunt might be even better than having him shoot in her mouth, she thought. Her cunt-hole didn't have any tastebuds, so the delicious flavor would be wasted, but with hard horse cock throbbing in her cunt-hole against her stiff clit while it spurted into her would be wonderful.

Naughty Bonny was wild with desire again. Her young tits were drenched with congealing streaks of slimy fuckjuice, and she scooped the thick stuff up with her hands, brought them up to her face and lapped the cream from her palms like a kitten at a cream bowl. Even delivered by hand, the stuff was delicious – although not nearly as tasty as it was when she'd drunk it straight out of his spurting cockhead.

She scooped up another handful out of her cleavage, and this time she moved her creamy hand down into her crotch and began to massage the pony jism into her soaking, steaming cunt. The slimy stuff had started to congeal, but in the heat of her groin it turned fluid again, lathering her pussy and blending with her flowing cuntjuice. Bonny bent over, looking down the plane of her belly, watching her cunt ripple and her clit throb. She wished that she was limber enough to get her head right down there, to lick and suck her own pussy. But she knew that she couldn't quite reach it – she had often tried.

Her hand was dripping with cuntjuice and pony spunk, and she brought it up to her lips and tongued the slimy stuff up. Cuntjuice was almost as succulent as cum, she thought. If she couldn't go down on herself, Bonny decided that someday, when she got a chance, she would simply have to suck some other sexy girl's pussy, just to find out what it was like to have a cunt cream on her tongue.

Her clit sparked and tingled and her cunt-hole began to melt. Creamy ribbons of pearly nectar poured from her pussy.

As she neared orgasm, the fragrance of her fuckhole became hotter and steamier. Buck raised his head, his nostrils flaring, as the scent of a creaming cunt drifted to him on the fresh country air. His prick twitched, but he was too late. Bonny was already in the throes of a shuddering climax and, her eyes closed, she failed to notice that the pony was getting excited again.

Bonny was changing hands, alternating between her cunt and her mouth. She rubbed her frothy pussy then brought her drenched hand up to her lips while she dipped her other hand into her hot cunt. Her pink tongue flashed as she slurped up cuntjuice from her palm and fingers. Then she switched hands again. One hand came up to her mouth, soaking with cunt-juice, while the other slid down into her groin, glistening with her saliva.

The waves rushed across her heaving belly, coming faster and higher with every surge. Abandoned to her self-induced delight, the teenager began to frig her pussy with both hands. Tilting her wrist, she finger-fucked up her smoldering cunt-hole with three fingers, while she used the other hand to massage her throbbing clit.

A spasm shook her, then another. She gasped with the pure bliss of the sensation as she neared her peak, then cried out, moaning, as her orgasm hit her.

She clung there at the heights, her orgasm sustained and prolonged, both hands frigging urgently. Cuntjuice streamed down her groin and poured down her thighs. Her ass bucked in the grass and her nubile hips pumped in a fucking motion. The last wave crashed through her and with a sigh, Bonny sank back in the grass, smiling and panting, satiated for the moment.

But not for long.

Buck eyed her speculatively. His cock was at half mast, ready to rise or fall as the situation dictated. But the clever pony seemed to realize that Bonny had finished the job herself. His shoulders jerked in the equine equivalent of a shrug, and he lowered his head to the grass again, placidly munching away.

Buck, like Bonny, was eagerly looking forward to the next time…

CHAPTER FOUR

Martha Harper was just hanging up the telephone when Jake walked into the house, still horny as hell, despite having spilled his seed on the soil. Martha, like her daughter, was a sexy blonde with blue eyes and big tits. She was sitting on the couch by the telephone stand, one leg drawn up under her, the hem of her short skirt riding high up her lush and shapely thigh.

"That was Claire," she said, not noticing the lump in her husband's fly immediately. "She's coming for the weekend."

Claire was their other daughter. She was twenty, and when the Harpers had decided to move to the country, Claire had elected to remain in the city and pursue a career in advertising.

She was also pursuing other things, but her parents didn't know about that.

"That's nice," Jake said, crossing the room.

Martha looked up, smiling, pleased that their older daughter was going to pay them a visit. She blinked, then her smile widened as she saw the big bulge in Jake's trousers.

"Why, what a pleasant surprise!" she purred.

Martha was an ever-ready fuck, which was one of the reasons that Jake had married her some twenty years ago – just as she had accepted his proposal mainly because of his huge, rock-hard cock. They had fucked up a storm during their courtship, broken three beds on their honeymoon and still, twenty years later on, screwed like crazed goats.

Jake stood in front of the couch, his loins shoved out.

"Hadn't we better go to the bedroom?" Martha asked. "Bonny might come in and catch us at it."

"Naw, she's riding her pony," Jake said. At the very mention of his nubile daughter's name, and the thought of how her ass had squirmed on the pony's bare back, his prick jumped.

Martha giggled when she saw the front of his pants convulse. She reached out and ran her fingertips up the outline of his stiff prick, brushing it lightly. Then she cupped his bloated balls, lifting them in her palm as if she were weighing the amount of cum they contained.

She drew his zipper down slowly, playfully, inch by inch. Jake unbuckled his belt and the front of his trousers fell open in a wide vee. His massive prick fell forward into view.

Martha fondled his hairy balls and gazed adoringly at his throbbing cockhead and his thick, dark-veined cock-stalk. Holding his balls, Martha leaned forward and pushed her tongue out, slowly licking up the underside of his long, fat prick and then fluttering it at the base of his flaring prickhead.

Jake grunted and twisted his hands in her blonde hair, purring her head closer and pulling her mouth onto his prick. Martha sucked on his pulsating prick-meat, purring happily.

"Ummmm," she moaned as she felt his prick-knob flare and throb in her mouth. Her lips fastened on his cockshaft and she sucked lovingly on the big slab of cockhead.

Jake shoved his cock deeper into her mouth, his ass and hips jerking in a fucking motion.

"Unghhh," she gagged, as his cockhead clogged her gullet, but she held his prick buried deep in her mouth and bobbed her head down, taking all of the long cockstalk in. Her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed his balls.

Jake drew out until only his cockhead was in her pursed lips, then he slid it all into her head again, fucking into her mouth as if it were a cunt-hole.

Martha's blonde head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, gorging herself on delicious cockmeat. Her tongue slid around on the underside of his prick as her lips pulled and dragged up and down on the thick prick.

Then she drew up to the tip of his cock and with her lips brushing his throbbing cockhead, whispered: "Want to come in my mouth, darling? Shall I suck you off and drink your cum?"

Jake hesitated. Martha was a great cock-sucker, enthusiastic and experienced. She loved to give head and had even admitted to Jake that one memorable day – before they had met, of course – she had sucked off the whole basketball team, one right after the other, swallowing so much fuckjuice that she had gained three ounces in weight overnight.

Now Jake regretted having jerked off.

The thought of shooting in Martha's mouth was inviting, but he lusted for her cunt, too, and since he had already emptied his balls once, he wasn't sure if he could manage to come twice more. Regretting leaving her mouth, but looking forward to her pussy, Jake slowly pulled his prick from her willing lips. His cockhead popped free like a cork from a bottle, glistening with her spittle.

Martha eyed him curiously, knowing that Jake seldom turned down the offer of a blow-job.

"I wanna fuck your cunt, baby," he rasped. "I'll take a rain check on the blowjob until tonight."

Martha smiled and leaned back, licking her lips, not caring which of her fuckholes he emptied his bloated balls into, as long as he filled her with jism at one end or the other. She drew her skirt up above her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties – she seldom did around the house – and Jake gazed down at her crotch with undisguised lust. Martha's cunt mound was a luxuriant triangle of curly blonde hair and through that bushy tangle her cuntlips could be seen, pink and inviting. Her clit stood out clearly, tingling and throbbing. Cuntjuice seeped down into the crack of her uplifted ass and soaked the cushion under her. She jerked her hips invitingly.

"Shove that big prick up my fuckhole, honey, stuff my cunt full of stiff cock…"

Jake sank down onto his knees, between her widespread thighs. His massive prick loomed out over her loins, like a poised warclub, threatening a blow that Martha welcomed. He folded his fist around the thick hilt of his cock and pushed it lower. His cockhead forced through her golden cunt bush and slipped down into her crotch. He tilted his wrist, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down against Martha's smoldering clit, and spreading a thick layer of fuck lube all over it.

Martha squirmed against him, whimpering.

"Put the fucker in me," she pleaded.

Jake nudged the tip of his prick into her, then halted. Martha jammed her hips down impatiently, eager to get stuffed brimful of hard, hot cockmeat, but Jake pulled back from her, holding only the tip of his prick in her pussy. Her cuntlips sucked on his purple cockhead, dragging on his cockshaft, pulling him in by suction.

"No – turn around," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I wanna fuck you doggy fashion."

That was fine with Martha who loved to get fucked in any possible position and who didn't realize that, with her back to him, Jake could more easily pretend that he was fucking his daughter!

Martha twisted around, throwing one leg over and turning her lush ass towards the kneeling man. Her head was resting on the couch and her ass wriggled against his belly. She reached back between her thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Then her hand slid up onto the thick root of his cockshaft and she guided his cockhead into her flooded fuck slot. Turning her wrist, she stirred his prick-knob around in the creamy entrance to her loins, then pulled him deeper. His cockhead vanished in her cunt and her cuntlips clamped around his cockstalk, gripping him like a pliable vise.

Jake grasped her by the handles of her hip bones, twisting her ass from side to side. He began to slide his prick into her cunt slowly, inch by inch. He gazed at the back of her blonde head and grimaced with lust as he pretended that it was his teenaged daughter that he was wedging his cock into.

Martha shoved her ass back impatiently, wanting all of that long, thundering fuckshaft up her cunt-hole.

"Give it to me!" she moaned. "Shove it all up my cunt, Jake – fill my cunt with that big fucker!"

Jake stared down, watching his cock disappear inch by inch into her hairy cuntslit. Her cuntlips dragged on his cock and the walls of her fuckhole began to suck and pull on his buried prick-meat. With a lurch, he rammed the last of his prick into her. His belly was jammed to her curved ass and his balls pressed into her groin. He held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his stiff prick buried in hot, clinging pussy and letting Martha thrill to the joy of having her cunt stuffed to the brim. He worked his cock muscles, making the fat prickshaft throb inside her.

"Ooooh!" she squealed, feeling her cunt pulsate. Her pussy muscles responded, sucking on his cockmeat as if she had a secret mouth inside her loins. The walls of her fuck tunnel tightened, molding themselves to the contours of his prick.

"Fuck me!" Martha wailed. "Pour that big prick in me, Jake! Fuck my ass off!"

She moved first. Jake was holding steady, his ass and hips thrust out and his head and shoulders arched back, gripping her firmly by the hipbones. Martha pulled herself forward, sliding her cunt-hole halfway up his fat cock-shaft, then she slammed back, enveloping all of his prick again. Jake began to move with her, in counterpoint, plunging his cock into her as her firm heart-shaped ass slammed back. As he drew out, Martha twisted her hips sideways, winding her soaking fuckhole around on his cock like a juicy nut on a bolt.

"Fuck – fuck – fuck…" she gasped, repeating the word each time he plowed into her.

"Take it, Martha!" Jake grunted.

Take it, Bonny! he thought, his imagination running wild, his dark fantasies driving him to a frenzy. His ass corkscrewed and jolted as he shoveled his big cock into her pussy, feeding her fiery furnace with the cock fuel she craved. Dipping lower, he slid a long, rippling, underslung stroke up her fuckhole, running the length of his cockshaft across her throbbing clit. Then he hiked up and plowed into her from above, his rock-hard cock slamming downwards. Her ass jerked and bucked against him as he plunged in and out.

Cuntjuice poured from her pussy-slit as his thick cock stuffed her to the brim and her cunt overflowed. Her ass jerked, her hips churned and her big tits swung under her like ripe fruit as Martha matched the pace of her husband's savage assault. He was pounding his prick into her furiously, dragging her back by the hips to meet him as he slammed his meat into the depths of her fuckhole. His smoking-hot cock hissed up her flooded pussy-slit, tilting her ass upwards as it plunged in to the roots. His hips switched sideways and he fed her a stroke from the left, then from the right, then poured it into her with another long, underslung thrust.

Her pliable cuntwalls gripped him, pulling and sucking on his prick as it went in and out, marvelously tight, considering how much cock had been up it through the years. Almost as tight as if she were a virgin, thought Jake, shuddering and grimacing, his eyes half-closed, his mind dancing to the tune of his depraved fantasies – almost as tight as if it were his cherry daughter he was throwing a doggy fuck into! He banged his cock in violently, moaning and panting, shaking her whole lush body with his powerful thrusts.

Now he was glad that he had jerked off previously, and that he was able to prolong this superfuck. He held back and waited for Martha to reach her climax, pretending that it was Bonny whom he was bringing to the peak of sensation.

His hands slid up her flanks and he cupped her swinging tits, squeezing the fat tit-mounds and pulling at the taut nipples. But Martha's tits were bigger than Bonny's. That fat double handful did not jibe with his fantasies and Jake's hands drew back to her ass and hips.

Martha was rising to the heights, gurgling and gasping. This was the best fucking that Jake had thrown into her cunt-hole in ages! She had no idea why, of course. She could not know that his wild energy had been inspired by incestuous thoughts of his young teenaged daughter, but the fucking was so good that it was doubtful if Martha would have given a damn. As long as her pussy got his iron-hard, smoking-hot cockmeat, what did Martha care about what he was thinking?

His bloated balls swung in like the clapper of a meaty bell, whacking into her jolting crotch as his long cockshaft slid over her frenzied clit. He slammed in balls-deep, pulled back out against the clinging suction of her wet fuckhole until only his cockhead was in her cunt, then pounded in to the hilt again. He was fucking her cunt to jelly! Martha's blonde head turned from side to side and jammed against the back of the couch as each savage lunge drove her body forward. She felt as if his long cock was transfixing her, spiking her like a pig on a spit. He plunged in so deep that she half expected to feel his throbbing cockhead come sliding into her mouth, to have his jism spurt from her lips when he came.

Her cuntlips gripped his prick so tightly that when he drew back he was almost pulling her pussy inside out. Then he plunged back in, dragging her swollen cuntlips up her cunt-hole. His open palms spread the firm cheeks of her ass apart, exposing the tight brown bud of her shit chute, causing Jake to wonder if it would be incestuous to fuck his daughter up the ass or in the mouth. Maybe incest only applied to cunt fucking? He wanted very much to believe it.

Martha was at the peak. Her clit detonated and her whole body shook violently.

"Oh! Oh! I'm creaming…" she wailed.

Jake felt her cunt-hole melt around his driving prick like a wax candle around a flaming wick. As her cum juices flooded into her fuck-hole, his cock slid in faster on the slippery lubrication, shooting up her fuck tunnel like a battering ram.

"Come! Come! Fill me with your fuckjuice!" Martha cried, desperate to feel his hot jism squirt into her creaming cunt, knowing her own orgasm would be even better when he pumped his fuckjuice into her. As her cunt rippled and melted, her cuntmuscles sucked voraciously on his prick, as if to drag his jism out by the suction.

"Yeah! Yeah! Here it comes, baby!" he howled.

His balls spurted, and the hot thick stream shot up his prick as he plowed in, fucking into the depths of her cunt-hole. Martha wailed when she felt his cum spurt in, and her pussy melted again. Jake pumped into her, squirting more fuckjuice out each time he buried his cock, and each time Martha felt another steaming load rush into her, she sparked and creamed yet again. His balls seemed endlessly potent. He was pouring so much joyjuice into her that she felt as if she would drown in the stuff.

Grunting, he shot his last load and slumped over her jerking ass, panting heavily. Martha continued to move under him, working off the last sweet spasms of her coming and milking out the last drops of her cum cream on his cock.

Then she slowed too, smiling. She felt his cockmeat begin to shrink and soften inside her. Jake drew back and his prick slipped out of her, sagging. His huge cock drooped down, dripping onto the carpet. Her vacated cunt was gaping wide open and it was flooded with their combined fuckjuices, lathering her whole crotch with frothy, pearly cream. It ran down her thighs, soaking the couch. Martha felt drained, limp and exhausted by her incredible climax. She twisted lazily around to face the kneeling man. His cock was retracting. Martha slurped it into her mouth and sucked all the cum and cuntjuice from his limp prick-meat.

Later, when he was hard again, she wanted to suck him off and drink his jism. Martha loved the taste of cum. She loved the taste of her own cuntjuice, too.

Maybe Bonny had inherited her oral inclinations.

CHAPTER FIVE

Twenty miles away, in her apartment in the city, Claire Harper put the telephone down after talking to her mother. She sighed. Claire felt it was her duty to spend the occasional weekend with her family, but she wasn't looking forward to it. There were so many exciting things to do in the city and Claire expected to be bored stiff on the farm.

Claire, like her mother and sister, was blonde, but her hair was not as sunstreaked, it was a shade or two darker. She was every bit as pretty and sexy as either of the other two, as a lot of lucky people had found out since the girl had had her own apartment and the freedom to fuck when and whom she chose. Nor was she selective in choosing her partners. Claire did not limit herself to any one man at a time.

Claire did not even limit herself to men.

Wolf, her big black Alsatian, was lying on the carpet, his blunt head resting on his front paws with his eyes closed. Claire had bought the dog for protection when she decided to take an apartment in the city, but Wolf had turned out to be a whole lot more versatile than a mere guard dog, and in a very interesting way.

Claire leaned back in the chair beside the telephone stand, frowning slightly at the thought of the boring, wasted weekend ahead of her. She was wearing a frilly black negligee of a silken material that clung to her curvaceous body as if caressing her. She crossed her legs. The negligee rustled and parted, exposing most of her lush thigh.

Wolf growled in his sleep. He had been dreaming about chasing rabbits, and was twitching slightly. But now his dream changed and he began to twitch a bit more, his black nostrils flaring, as the sweet, juicy scent of hot pussy overwhelmed his bestial senses. No rabbit was ever as tasty as pussy.

Claire glanced at the dog. He presented a slight problem whenever she visited the farm. She couldn't take him with her because the sheepdogs resented having urban guests. Claire had put him in a boarding kennel the last time she had visited the farm, but Wolf, accustomed to more personal attention, had been miserable. Claire was wondering if Sarah, her next-door neighbor and very good friend would be willing to keep the dog for the weekend.

She guessed so. Sarah was usually more than willing to do whatever Claire asked her to do.

Claire started to reach for the phone again, then paused. It would be just as easy to walk down the hall to Sarah's apartment and, face to face, the girl would be less likely to refuse the favor. Claire uncrossed her long, shapely legs, about to stand up.

Wolf's amber eyes opened and he raised his head.

"Gonna miss me, Wolf?" she asked.

The doggy whined as if he understood.

"Shit! I'm gonna miss you, too," Claire said, smiling and shaking her head, thinking of the long and presumably fuck-less weekend that duty forced her to suffer.

Wolf got to his feet, wagging his long, bushy tail. His long red tongue was lolling out over his gleaming fangs. He shook his big, muscular body and stepped forward.

Claire raised her eyebrows and grinned when she saw that the dog's prick had started to lengthen and harden. The tip of his angry red cockhead was just starting to squeeze out from the shaggy black sheath of his foreskin. Claire hadn't actually been thinking about sex, but her cunt was always simmering and the scent had aroused the Alsatian. Claire, in turn, began to get aroused herself, as she gazed fondly at the dog's cock and balls.

She squirmed back in the chair and parted her sleek thighs, drawing the frilly negligee up to her waist. Wolf whimpered and advanced, his big blunt head turning from side to side and his black snout twitching. His cock continued to rise in a series of jolts. All of the naked meat of his prick-knob flared out and, as his cockshaft stretched out parallel with the floor, the red tip throbbed against his chest. He seemed almost top heavy, straddling that long, fat cockshaft, his hindlegs bowed around his balls.

Claire slid her hand down over her blonde cunt-hair and stroked her wet pussy, causing her cuntlips to ripple open and her pussy-slit to fill up with cuntjuice.

"That what you want, boy?" she whispered. "Hummm? Does the nice doggy want some hot pussy this morning?"

Wolf barked.

Claire, thinking that she would not be getting any prick over the weekend, figured that it would be a good idea to get her ass fucked off before she left. She had been fucking the dog a lot recently. In many ways it was more thrilling than fucking a man. The doggy was so enthusiastic and energetic, and she loved the way he whimpered when he creamed. Then, too, it was lust, pure and simple, with no need for emotional complications. It was kind of naughty, she knew, but it was all the more exciting because of that sense of depravity, because of the very knowledge that she was getting screwed by an animal. As long as no one ever found out, what was the harm? And, the main thing was, it felt so fucking good!

Claire wriggled down in the soft armchair, her ass perching on the edge of the cushion and her legs extended to the floor, thighs parted wide. Her cunt was steaming. Cuntjuice trickled down into the crack of her ass. Wolf advanced, his nostrils drawn to the compelling aroma of his mistress's pussy and his long, wet tongue hanging out, dripping with doggy slobber.

Claire jerked her hips up, tilting her creamy crotch higher, her ass rising from the chair.

"C'mon, boy – lap it up!" she rasped.

The Alsatian's cold nose nudged against the inside of her thigh and slid on up. Claire shuddered as that wet black snout tapped against her hot, throbbing clit. He pushed against her as if he was trying to shove his shaggy muzzle right up into her fuck tunnel. Claire ground her crotch against his nose, whimpering. His nimble tongue slurped out, running up her open pussy and flipping across her clit. Doggy saliva sprayed into her cunt bush.

"Ahhh!" she sighed at the first stroke of his hot tongue, her long eyelashes fluttering. Wolf whined and slapped his tongue into her cunt again, becoming frenzied as the succulent flavor of cuntjuice sparked on his sensitive tastebuds. She hiked up, her thighs rippling as they took her weight. Wolf began to lap her with long, moist slurps that ran from the crack of her ass all the way up to her blonde cunt bush, dragging through her cunt and over her clit. Pearly pussy juice coated his tongue, glistening on the red meat and dripping from the edges. Frothy doggy slobber drooled into her cunt-hole.

His shaggy head bobbed up and down like a rocking horse as his tongue slapped steadily into her crotch. Her cuntlips spread wider and the dog slid his tongue right up into her fuckhole, licking at the inner folds. Flecks of pussy cream gleamed on his black muzzle as the stuff poured out of Claire's aroused pussy. Her eyes closed, a dreamy smile on her face. Claire loved to get tonguefucked by anyone or anything. A tongue was a tongue, what difference did it make if that tongue were attached to a man or a dog – or a woman, come to that, a fact that made her good friend, Sarah, very happy.

The dog's nimble tongue felt so good that Claire was sorely tempted to let him finish the job, to cream in his hot mouth. But his huge prick felt even better, she knew. If she came on his tongue, she could still let him fuck her, of course – in fact she would have to, because the doggy would be desperate after lapping her cum cream up – but his prick wouldn't be quite as wonderful after she'd already creamed. She jerked her pussy against his snout, sighed, then reached down and grasped the brute by the collar, yanking his head out of her crotch.

Wolf gave her an inquisitive look, his intelligent, amber-colored eyes blinking, his head cocked to one side.

"Go fuckies, Wolf," Claire whispered.

She patted the cushion beside her flank. The Alsatian needed no further signal. Well-trained and willing, he barked with expectation and bounded up, planting his forepaws on either side of her lush hips, his hindlegs braced on the floor. His massive black cockstalk loomed out over her slim belly, the naked red meat of his cock-crown flaring and growing. His tongue slurped at the girl's face, streaking her with doggy slobber and cuntjuice. Claire moaned, abandoned to lust now, her own instincts as bestial as the animal's. She pushed her tongue out and licked at his wet muzzle, then opened her lips and sucked his dripping tongue into her mouth, nursing on it.

As she swapped tongues with the doggy, Claire reached down between them with both hands, fondling his bloated balls with one and stroking his hairy cockstalk with the other. She bent his prick down and tapped the smoking hot prickknob against her nipples, then eased his cockshaft into her cleavage. Wolf humped, fucking her between her tits, his cockhead sliding up her breastbone and nudging into the hollow of her pulsing throat. She felt the hot seepage of his weeping pisshole flow onto her and she shuddered. She tilted her face down and licked at the frothy, rubbery meat of his cock-head. His preliminary spunk coated her tongue and she whimpered hungrily. Just as she had been tempted to let Wolf lap her to a creamy conclusion, now Claire was sorely tempted to take that flaring cockhead into her mouth and milk him off, swallowing a precious load of doggy cum.

But her pussy was begging for attention, so hot that she half-expected it to burst into flames – flames that could only be quenched by a foaming load of lust-extinguishing fuckjuice.

She curled her tongue around his dripping prickhead once more, then leaned back. The Alsatian loomed over her, trembling and whining and drooling, awaiting her pleasure with doggy exuberance. His cock was pounding and hammering with urgency, the fat red cock knob flaring out.

Claire pushed his iron-hard prick down lower, guiding the wet prickhead into her fuck slot. Her cunt was burning but the naked meat of the dog's cockhead felt even hotter as it throbbed at the entrance to her seething loins.

Gripping his cockshaft, the blonde dog-lover inched the throbbing slab of his cockhead into her cuntlips. Then she released her grip, knowing that Wolf knew what to do next.

The big dog whimpered as he felt his cock-head slide into her hot, slippery cunt-hole. His powerful body rippled with muscle and he braced his shaggy haunches. His hind paws scrambled on the carpet. Claire tilted her crotch higher, waiting for his savage assault. His prick-knob was stuck up her and her cuntlips gripped his hairy prickshaft eagerly. The length of his cock stood out, poised at her fuckhole, throbbing with urgency.

"Feed it to me, boy," Claire whispered, her lips trembling and her voice husky with desire. "Stuff that hot cock-meat up my cunt-hole and fuck me silly, you son of a bitch!"

It was as close to a term of endearment as a dog-fucking girl had to say. Wolf tensed, his flanks quivering. Then his hairy haunches jerked out and he slid the full length of his long prick up her fuckhole. Claire gasped as she felt his massive cock till her loins. His cockhead felt like a slab of molten iron deep inside her belly and his thick prick-rod was like a heated crowbar, levering at her cunt-hole. His swollen balls were jammed tight to her upthrust ass, his jism load swelling inside his bloated balls.

Claire drew back slightly, then pushed down again, fucking herself through an inch or two of doggy cock. Her cunt sucked on his cockhead and her clit throbbed against his hairy prick-shaft. She jerked and Wolf howled and began to hump, shoveling his smoking prick into her cunt-hole with brutal, powerful thrusts.

Claire moaned, throwing her legs up and hooking her knees over the dog's humping flanks, riding him from below. He plunged in steadily, his bushy tail lashing behind his humping haunches like a rudder steering his prick up her fuck tunnel.

With her cunt-hole stuffed so full of big doggy prick, Claire thrashed wildly about in the chair, her pelvis jerking, her ass churning, her lush hips jolting. Her pussy was sucking on the dumb brute's cockmeat as the hairy prick plowed in and out, making moist, slurping sounds. Frothy white cuntjuice rimmed her pussy-lips like whipped cream, and the Alsatian whipped his prick into that foaming fuckhole with gusto. His smoking-hot cock drove deep into her smoldering fuckhole and the long, thick, hairy cockshaft stuffed her to the hilt.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned, her pretty face twisted into a mask of primitive passion. She became like an animal herself as she matched the brute's energy and enthusiasm.

Wolf's black prick came jerking out, streaked with pearly cuntjuice. The stuff steamed from his prick-meat. Then he lashed it back up her cunt, going in balls-deep, his prick hissing through her sodden, smoldering passage. His cum-filled balls swung in and out, slapping against Claire's upthrust ass, then flopping back between the Alsatian's hindlegs. He was pumping his doggy-cock in her faster and harder, with total abandon. His spine twisted as he fucked every inch of his cock into her cunt-hole, and his long tail swished about like a propeller behind his thundering haunches.

Her smooth thighs tightened on his hairy flanks, dragging him into her pussy, then relaxed to let the beast draw out, before he plunged back up her steaming fuckhole. His powerful thrusts shoved her ass down into the cushion, and, dragging his cock back out through the clinging suction of her fuckhole, he tilted her up again.

Claire felt his mighty prick expand inside her, spreading the wet walls of her cunt-hole wider. His cockhead flared and throbbed and his balls inflated like tomatoes. From the way the brute was whimpering and whining, Claire knew that he was about to shoot his wad. She shuddered in anticipation, yearning for the thrilling moment when his hot jism spurted into her cunt.

"Shoot, Wolf!" she gasped, trying to hold her own coming back, to come at the same moment that the doggy filled her with his hot, thick fuckjuice. Waves of ecstasy shot through her belly and ran up her thighs, bringing her towards the peak.

"Slime my fucking cunt, boy!" she wailed, jerking her pussy against his pounding prick spasmodically.

Wolf howled and threw his head back. His cock plunged into her cunt and Claire cried out with joy as she felt a hot stream of fuckjuice splash into her. It felt like melted lead as it poured into her soaking cunt-hole. She let herself go and her own climax ripped through her in violent spasms. Her clit exploded and her cunt melted. The Alsatian's haunches slammed back on the recoil as his cock shot off, coming so hard that his cum juice splashed out onto her thighs. But her pussy walls clamped tight to his prick-meat, holding him in. He drew out until only his red cock-knob was inside, then pounded in as his second creamy geyser erupted up the blonde girl's fuckhole.

"Ahhhh-oooohh!" she gurgled, lost to the bliss of creaming, feeling the dog's steaming hot jism flood her again and again. Cum and cunt-juice streamed from her pussy, soaking the dog's balls. As the bloated scumbags whacked in, draining themselves into the girl's cunt, they slapped against her crotch, spraying fuckjuice from her in all directions. Her blonde pubic triangle was matted with slime, the stuff poured down her thighs and soaked into the crack of her ass. Wolf kept on pouring spunk into her and Claire creamed again with every spurt, going off like a machine gun.

At last, his cock and balls were emptied.

Wolf slowed, his thrusts becoming jerky and erratic, then he stopped humping and stood over the girl, his head down and his tongue lolling out, his flanks heaving. Claire continued to move for a few moments, fucking off the last of her sweet ecstasy on the big brute's immobile, but still buried, prick. She shook with the last throbbing spasm, then she, too, stopped humping. Despite having blown his wad, Wolf's cock felt, if anything, even more huge inside her cunt-hole, jammed so tightly it was spreading her fuck tunnel wide, every millimeter of his prick outlined in her cuntwalls.

Claire wondered if maybe they were stuck together, tied like two mating canines and she would have to stay there locked on his cock until someone came and threw a bucket of water over them. But although the blonde girl fucked like a bitch, her pussy was human. After a few moments, Wolf's cock began to pull slowly out of her. The hairy black cockshaft slid free, soaked with their combined slime. Her cuntlips collared his cock-knob, refusing to let the fat slab of naked cock pull free for a moment. Then it popped out. Wolf hopped down from the chair, his cock swaying and starting to droop. Claire gazed down at her lathered crotch, watching the scum ooze from her crotch. She smiled happily. It might be the last fuck that she was going to have until next week, but it had been a wonderful one, and she was so satisfied and full of doggy cum that she figured she could get through the weekend without feeling too frustrated.

As it turned out, Claire didn't have to do without. Neither did Wolf, come to that…

CHAPTER SIX

Claire's good friend and next-door neighbor, Sarah Jenkins, did not like men. Sarah was a tall, shapely girl with thrusting tits and a teardrop-shaped ass. She had a mane of curly black hair and sexy green eyes and she could have had just about any man she wanted. But she thought that men were demanding, vain and unreasonable.

Just because she didn't like men, however, did not mean that Sarah did not like cocks.

She had been fucked a few times, and had adored to get her cunt-hole stuffed full of cockmeat and flooded with fuckjuice. But that was all that she wanted. And the men she had screwed had all wanted more – probably because Sarah had fucked them so well. They wanted her to be faithful to them, to pledge fidelity, to go steady, to proclaim her love. But Sarah could not do that. She didn't love any of them. She loved their pricks, and that was all of it. Ideally, she thought, she should have a big, hard, disembodied cock and balls, so that she could get fucked whenever she wanted without having to deal with some unreasonable guy on the end of them.

That was why she had bought herself a dildo.

It had been amusing, making that purchase. She had selected a huge rubber prick and in a playful mood, holding it lovingly against her tits, had asked the bald, ugly clerk if there was a fitting room where she could try it out. He had almost fainted. She had tried it out as soon as she got home, but it proved slightly disappointing. It was the right size and shape, stuffing her pussy very nicely, and she had been able to control the pace to suit her own rising urgency. But the rubber cock had one serious drawback – it couldn't cum. Sarah had creamed on the dildo, but the dildo had not shot her cunt full of fuckjuice and, without that thrill, there was something lacking.

Still, it was better than nothing, and Sarah frigged herself off with the fuckstick regularly.

She was wondering whether she should give herself a good rubber cock session at the moment, in fact, or whether she should go next door and see if Claire was in the mood to fool around. Sarah wasn't exactly a lesbian. But she loved to suck pussy. She never associated with true dykes, because they were the same as men, wanting emotional attachments and never satisfied with keeping it purely physical. But it was different with Claire. Claire was not a lesbian, either, but she loved to get her cunt sucked off and, like Jack Spratt and his wife, together they could lick the platter clean. It was a convenient arrangement, agreeable to both – physical pleasure without any obligations.

Sarah, stark naked, had taken her rubber prick from its drawer and was rubbing the fat cock-knob against her tits and nipples. The dildo was a huge, realistically contoured device, with a flaring knob and thick veins up the underside of the shaft. If only the fucker could cream, Sarah thought, with a sigh.

She was getting hot, her nipples shooting out as she rubbed the dildo against them, and her pussy was starting to flood. She pushed the rubber cock up through her cleavage, tonguing the tip as it squeezed out from between her fat tit-mounds. It didn't taste as lovely as a flesh-and-blood cock, course, but it was better than nothing. She sucked on it a bit, then started to lower it to her groin.

The doorbell sounded.

Sarah frowned at the interruption. Just when she was all ready to stuff her pussy! She considered not answering the door, but then she called out: "Who is it?"

"It's me," Claire replied.

Sarah grinned, her green eyes glowing. What a lucky time for her neighbor to stop by! She moved to the door, naked, the saliva-slippery dildo in her hand. There was nothing inhibited about Sarah, especially not where Claire was concerned. Claire had the most delicious cunt that Sarah had ever sucked – probably, although Sarah didn't know it, because that cunt was usually full of doggy cum.

Sarah opened the door, grinning impishly.

"Oh!" Claire exclaimed, blinking in surprise at the unexpected sight that greeted her eyes. The dark-haired beauty stood in the doorway, her legs slightly parted, cuntjuice trickling down her thighs and a big rubber prick held against her bushy cunt mound.

Sarah smiled, her green eyes running over the lush figure in the slinky black negligee.

Then Claire, recovering from her shock, grinned.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked teasingly.

"Nothing that can't wait – or that you can't help me with, honey," said brazen Sarah, raising her eyebrows. She stepped back to allow her girlfriend to come in. Claire slid past her, her arm brushing against one of Sarah's full tits.

"I – I wanted to ask you to do me a favor," Claire said.

"My pleasure," replied Sarah, and her pink tongue slid meaningfully across her lower lip.

Claire started to speak again, to explain that Sarah had misunderstood. But then she paused. Sarah was obviously hungry for some pussy and getting head from the pretty girl was never a hardship. Also, if she gave Sarah what she wanted, Sarah would probably be more willing to do her the other favor of keeping Wolf for the weekend. Claire had creamed very satisfyingly on the dog's spurting prick a few minutes ago, but at the sight of Sarah's moist lips and slippery tongue and eager expression, the blonde girl began to get aroused again.

"I haven't had breakfast yet," Sarah said.

"How about a hot, creamy crumpet?" Claire replied.

"Ummmmm – yeah! I'll lick the filling out," Sarah whispered, her eyes narrowed to slits and glowing like melted jade, and her nimble tongue still sliding suggestively across her full lower lip. She took Claire's hand and led her across the room, still holding the fat rubber cock in her other hand.

Claire turned and sat down on the couch. Standing over her, Sarah opened the blonde's frilly negligee. Claire's tits were creamy, the smooth globes full and capped by stiff pink nipples. Sarah leaned down and her curly black hair cascaded over the blonde's white tits. Sarah sighed, and ran her wet tongue up through Claire's deep cleavage. Then she sucked one of her stiff nipples into her lips, nursing hungrily on it. Claire arched back, moaning. Her tits thrust up, as round and as full as balloons. She stroked the back of Sarah's dark head and squirmed against her face. Sarah switched back and forth, mouthing each of Claire's tits in turn, paying equal oral homage to both plump tit-globes.

Sarah sank slowly to her knees on the floor, between Claire's spread thighs. She gazed down at the blonde's cunt, whimpering hungrily. Claire's clit was stiff and vibrant – and so was Sarah's tongue. Sarah was positively drooling for that creamy snack, her green eyes burning into Claire's groin like laser beams. As a tease, Sarah did not lower her face into the blonde girl's steaming crotch for a few moments. Saliva flecked her lips and her pretty face flushed with desire. Her hands moved onto Claire's knees and she suddenly remembered that she was still clutching the dildo. Grinning, Sarah slid the rubber cock up the inside of Claire's lush thigh.

Claire shook her head and started to speak, to tell Sarah that she wanted tongue, not a rubber substitute for a prick. But then she paused, knowing full well how much Sarah adored to eat pussy and realizing that the dildo would be no more than a preliminary to that mutually desirable feast. Staring down at Claire's crotch, Sarah nudged the tip of the rubber tool into her pussy-slit. Claire's cuntlips fluttered open and a silvery streak of cuntjuice slid down her open slot and ran onto the dark rubber prick-knob.

Claire moved her hips, grinding her pussy against the head of the dildo, murmuring softly. Sarah slowly fed the fat cockhead up the blonde girl's pussy, twisting the hard cock-rod from side to side, levering and wedging and prying. Claire gasped as the rubber prick brushed her clit. It felt awfully good. Claire had never been fucked by a dildo before.

She jerked her belly and twisted her hips as Sarah continued to feed the long, thick rubber cock up her steaming fuckhole. With almost all of the length buried, the dark girl rotated it, her wrist turning as she twisted the rubber cock all the way around inside Claire's cunthole, massaging her in a way that a real prick could not. As she rolled the cock around, she fingered Claire's throbbing clit with her other hand.

"Oh, shit, I'll cream…"

"Don't – not yet," whispered Sarah. She pulled the prick out and slid it back in. The thick prick-rod squished as it filled Claire's cunt, pumping pussy juice out. Sarah fucked in and out steadily. Then she arched her back and pushed her own belly up between Claire's thighs, holding the hilt of the rubber cock against her own cunt mound, as if it were her prick and she was actually fucking her blonde friend. Her teardrop-shaped ass corkscrewed, and her hips jolted as she cranked the substitute cock into Claire's steaming fuckhole.

"Oooooh – I wish I had a cock, darling!" Sarah moaned. "I wish I could fuck you and cum in you!"

"So do I!" wailed Claire, meaning it. What a thrill it would be to get screwed by a girl with both cock and tits! She watched those fat tits sway as Sarah humped between her thighs. Reaching out, she cupped the firm tit-globes and fondled Sarah's nipples. She closed her legs around the dark girl, holding her tight, feeling the thick rubber prick ram into her drenched cunt-hole.

Sarah frigged into the blonde a few more times, then slowly pulled the dildo out, not wanting Claire to cream – she wanted that thrill reserved for her mouth. The rubber cock was soaked with Claire's cuntjuice. Sarah brought it up to her face and ran her pink tongue up the hard rubber cockstalk, lapping the cream up with moist slurps. Slipping the cock between her lips, she sucked. A trickle of cunt cream ran down from the corner of her mouth onto her chin.

"Yummy!" she sighed, swallowing.

That cuntjuice, served on a rubber stick, was whetting the cuntlapper's appetite. But still she prolonged the ultimate moment. She slipped the dildo, wet with saliva now, back up Claire's cunt and twisted it around in her steaming fuck tunnel. Pulling it out again, she held it up to Claire's face.

"Taste yourself," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Lick your juice off it, see how fucking delicious your cunt is, Claire – see what a wonderful treat you're gonna feed me!"

Claire obediently lapped at the rubber prick, then slurped it into her mouth and nursed on it. The taste of her pussy nectar sparked on her tongue, thrilling her. She could full understand why Sarah loved to suck her off, what a pleasure there was in eating pussy. Claire had never sucked a cunt herself, but the idea thrilled her – all Sarah had to do was ask.

But Sarah preferred sucking to being sucked, and by this time she was drooling for Claire's sweet pussy. She pulled the dildo out of Claire's pursed lips and tossed it aside. Lowering her dark head, she licked at the blonde's tits and nipples and then slid lower, working her wet way down Claire's belly.

Claire arched, heaving her ass up and opening her thighs wide apart, presenting her crotch to the cunt-hungry girl. Her pussy folds were open, her cunt-slit lathered with cream. Sarah's tongue slid through her golden pubic triangle. She was drooling into Claire's cunt bush, matting the blonde curls with frothy saliva.

Moving still lower, she tongued up the insides of Claire's thighs and up the creases where the blonde girl's shapely legs joined her crotch, licking parallel with Claire's cunt but not yet making contact. Claire whimpered softly with need.

"Suck me, Sarah," she whispered. "Tongue my cunt!"

Sarah sighed happily at the request, pleased that Claire wanted it as much as she wanted to do it. Her pretty, flushed face turned to Claire's groin. Her mouth was only an inch from Claire's cunt and she paused, gazing rapturously at the delicious snack. Her tongue pushed out and tapped lightly at Claire's throbbing clit. The stiff clit exploded against her tastebuds.

"Oh! Oooooh!" Claire moaned.

The dildo had been nice, but Sarah's hot tongue was wonderful! Claire pushed her soaking crotch down, her ass on the very edge of the couch. Sarah tongued her clit avidly, then she slid her tongue up Claire's open cunt-slit, licking her cuntlips and tonguefucking up her hot pussy-hole. The dark-haired girl's tongue was magic. It flashed and flicked skillfully, sending vibrations through Claire's loins. Sarah lapped pussy even better than Wolf, Claire thought. If only her talented tongue was as long as the dog's!

Sarah had been using only her tongue to begin with. Now her lips parted and her head tilted and she clamped her open mouth over Claire's smoldering fuckslot, her black hair tumbling over Claire's loins as she began to suck greedily. A hot river of cuntjuice poured into Sarah's mouth and her throat pulsed as she swallowed the delicious cream. Her head turned from side to side, her lips never for a moment leaving Claire's pussy.

"Ummmm – ummmmm – ummm…" Sarah purred, relishing the succulent feast, abandoned to the joy of cuntsucking.

Claire stroked her lover's dark head and jolted her hips up and down, rubbing her cunt-lips against that willing mouth and flashing tongue. Sarah stabbed her tongue as far up the blonde's fuckhole as she could, sucking hungrily. Claire's sleek thighs closed around Sarah's buried head, then flew wide open again. She thrashed and churned as the thrill built up, ready to come and wanting to come yet trying to hold back, to prolong the joy of being sucked off. Her cunt was flowing heavily into Sarah's mouth, her juices becoming hotter and thicker as the blonde neared the crest.

Sarah cupped her open hands under Claire's trim ass and tilted her higher. Her fingers slid into the crack of Claire's ass and probed at her shit chute.

"Cream, darling! Cream my tongue!" Sarah whimpered, the words muffled up Claire's fuckhole. Her tongue flew in and out, and her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked voraciously. Her open mouth was glued to Claire's soaking cunt, plastered there by cuntjuice and saliva. Her head slid around as she wallowed in that blonde groin, her lips clamped to Claire's pussy.

"Yes! Now! I'm coming!" Claire cried.

But Sarah already knew that – her mouth had suddenly filled up with steaming cum cream. She sucked and swallowed, gulping the overflow down hungrily. Her tongue slammed in and cuntjuice poured out. Sarah's flushed face was lathered with cream from brow to chin as she kept on sucking and drinking the sweet cum nectar.

Claire writhed as the successive spasms shook her. The last wave crashed in her loins and, gasping and panting, she sank back onto the couch. Sarah continued to suck, making sure that she had drained every precious drop and brought off every sweet spasm, purring with the joy of having that juicy cunt cream in her mouth. She used her fingers to spread Claire's cuntlips wide open and shoved her tongue far up her fuckslot, lapping up the creamy joyjuice inside.

Then she sat back on her heels, smiling with cream-drenched lips, her green eyes glowing with joy.

"God, that was so good!" Claire whispered huskily.

"I love to suck you off, Claire! Your cunt is so fucking creamy and delicious and your cuntjuice is so hot and thick."

Claire hid her smile, wondering what Sarah would think if she knew why her cunt was so creamy – if she realized that she was sucking doggy cum out of that hot fuckhole, along with the pussy juice. But she didn't think it would be wise to reveal the fact.

Ducking down, Sarah took another lick.

"Want me to do it again?" she asked, hopefully.

"Oh, gee – I'd love it, Sarah. But I really don't have time now. I've got to visit my family at the farm and I was wondering if you could keep my dog for the weekend?"

"Of course I can, darling," Sarah said, willing to do any favor for a girl who fed her so well.

"Gee, thanks," Claire said. "I appreciate it, Sarah. And as soon as I get back Sunday night, if you want to…"

"You know I'll want to," said the dark-haired cuntlapper, licking her creamy lips, still hungry for pussy despite the feast that she had just sucked out of Claire's hot cunt-hole.

"And if you want me to…" Claire paused, looking shy and demure but strangely excited. "I'll suck your cunt, too."

Sarah grinned. "Do you want to?"

"I never sucked a cunt, but I want to. You enjoy doing it so much that I just know it will be a thrill to feel a juicy pussy melt in my mouth." Claire raised her eyes again, no longer looking shy, still smiling. "Yes, Sarah, I want very much to suck you off. And by Sunday night I'll be so fucking horny, after going the weekend without any prick or tongue…"

"And I'll be so fucking hungry," Sarah added.

"We both will," said Claire.

She glanced at Sarah's crotch hungrily. But no, she really had to be going now. She jumped up and drew her negligee around her curvaceous body.

"Sunday," she whispered, and she moved toward the door, her hips swaying provocatively. Sarah, still on the floor, watched her gyrating ass sway, and she tingled with the expectation of the next time they made love.

With that treat in store for her hungry mouth and her smoldering cunt, Sarah would have done any favor that Claire asked.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sucking a cunt always made Sarah's own cunt smolder, of course. The more her mouth and tongue were satiated, the more her pussy steamed for attention. Sunday, when they sucked each other – that would be no problem. But at the moment, the dark-haired beauty figured that she would have to take care of herself. But she had to wait for a few minutes. Claire had said that she would be bringing the dog over and Sarah didn't want to start frigging herself off yet, not wanting to be interrupted in the middle of her pleasure. She sat on the couch with the rubber prick beside her and her pussy hot and wet. She cupped one hand over her cunt, holding herself in readiness but not stroking yet.

Ten minutes later, Claire knocked and entered, the big shaggy Alsatian at her heels. She thanked Sarah again, grinning when she saw that the girl was still naked and that the dildo was close at hand. She knew damned well that Sarah would be fucking herself silly as soon as she was alone, and the thought thrilled Claire. She wished that she could stay and take part in the creamy action. But she had a bus to catch, and anyway, she had the anticipation of Sunday night to sustain her.

"See you Sunday! Stay, Wolf," she commanded, as the big dog started to follow her back out of the door.

The animal looked confused, and Claire hurried out leaving Wolf to whine at the door. Then, resigned but obedient, he walked over to the corner and curled up on the carpet.

Now Sarah could get on with it. She picked up the rubber prick, but hesitated. It was kind of embarrassing to fuck herself with the dog in the room. Yet that was ridiculous. He was only a dumb animal and wouldn't know what she was doing.

Sarah leaned back and opened her legs. She rubbed her cunt with her open hand, causing her pink pussy folds to ripple open, then moved the dildo into her crotch.

Wolf suddenly sniffed and raised his head, his nose flaring as the all-too-familiar aroma of hot pussy drifted across the room. Sarah, staring down at her cunt, failed to notice the brute's interest – nor that his cock was getting big and hard!

But Wolf knew damned well that Sarah's pussy was getting hot and juicy, because he could scent it, and tilting his head to one side, his amber eyes glowing, he could see the tasty pussy quite clearly. His tongue lolled out, dripping saliva. His cock was getting longer and fatter and stiffer with every fascinating sniff. The hard cockstalk pushed down into the carpet, acting like a crowbar, levering his hairy haunches up from the floor. His balls hung down, brushing against the carpet and swelling up with a new cum load.

With his big, blunt head still resting on his front paws, the horny doggy regarded Sarah speculatively. If it had been his mistress seated across the room with her cunt steaming, Wolf would have bounded over to her immediately, offering the services of tongue and cock. But he had never screwed a woman other than Claire and he hesitated. But a dog fucked any bitch in heat, being polygamous by nature, and the dark-haired human bitch on the couch was very obviously in heat. Wolf's black lip curled up over his gleaming white fangs as if he were grinning. He slowly rose to his feet. As his big body heaved up, his stiff prick sprung from the floor. The red cockhead slapped against his belly, then stood straight out, parallel with the floor and quivering in every inch.

Wolf began to move across the room slowly and cautiously, his haunches lowered, slinking up on Sarah's smoldering cunt, saliva drooling from his mouth.

Intent on her crotch, Sarah was still unaware that the horny brute was stalking her, ready to pounce. She had begun to slip the dildo up her cunt-hole, wedging the fat cock-crown in slowly and twisting the shaft around as she did so, working it like a chisel in her flooded and gaping fuckslot.

She pushed it in two inches, sighed, then slowly drew it back out. Her pink pussy-lips dragged on the rubber rod, turning outwards. Creamy cuntjuice flowed down the cockstalk. The sight thrilled her. Sarah was wishing she could go down on herself, to satisfy her clit and her tongue at the same time with the same sweet effort. She wished that Claire were there, too. Claire had promised to suck her off on Sunday, and Sarah was flaming with anticipation. It was true that she preferred to suck rather than be sucked, and that her mouth was hornier than her cunt, but having it both ways was best of all. With her eyes half-closed and her long lashes fluttering, she thought about sixty-nining with the blonde sexpot, having it at both ends, creaming into each other's hungry mouths at the same time!

Oh, how Sarah needed some tongue!

The dildo felt good, but the horny woman was really in the mood for a good licking out, for creaming on a hot tongue.

Then Wolf barked enthusiastically.

Sarah looked up, annoyed at the interruption, and saw his long doggy tongue slobbering for her cunt. She blinked and gasped. Holy shit! she thought, that fucking dog is horny for my pussy! It shocked her and excited her at the same time. Sarah had never even thought about letting a dog lap her cunt, and if she hadn't been so hot at the moment, she might have considered it depraved. She stared at the Alsatian's tingling tongue and trembled at the sight.

He had reacted to her smoldering pussy so readily that Sarah wondered if Claire had trained him. The idea thrilled her to the core. Think what such a long tongue could do!

Wolf stepped closer, his head thrust out. Sarah had still not made up her mind if she should let him lick her. She plucked the dripping fuckstick out of her cunt and held it out in front of her groin. Wolf's red tongue shot out and he slurped her cuntjuice from the hard rubber tool.

"Oooooh," Sarah squealed, as she saw the pearly ribbons of pussy slime run onto the dog's red tongue. How could she resist? She tossed the dildo down to the floor and slid lower on the couch, her ass on the edge and her legs wide apart.

"You wanna lap some cunt, boy? Here it is, you good doggy – c'mon, boy – slap that big fucking tongue up my pussy!"

Wolf needed no coaxing. He moved in, stiff-legged, thrusting his big, blunt snout between Sarah's thighs. She shuddered in anticipation even before his tongue made contact, then shuddered again, convulsively, as he lapped hungrily at her soaking pussy.

"Oh my God!" she gurgled, feeling his hot, wet tongue run right up her open cunt and slurp across her frenzied clit. Wolf's shaggy head bobbed up and down as he slapped his tongue into her smoldering fuckhole. Sarah felt her pussy tingle and convulse. The tongue was hot and raspy, unlike anything she had felt before.

She reached down with both hands and opened her cuntlips so that the Alsatian's tongue could slurp at her inner lips and slide right up her fuck tunnel. His nimble tongue felt as big as a cock as it plunged deeply into her cunt-hole. Her ass ground about on the edge of the couch and her lithe hips jolted as she pumped her pussy against Wolf's drooling muzzle.

Cuntjuice spilled from her open pussy-slit, lathering her crotch. Wolf slurped it up ravenously, then shot his tongue back up her smoldering fuckhole, stabbing in and out, gulping pussy cream. He whimpered and whined with the pleasure, all his animal instincts aroused by the taste and the aroma of the hot feast. He was slobbering into her open cunt-hole, his foaming doggy drool blending with the thick cream that poured from her pussy.

Sarah began to vibrate like a tuning fork. She was starting to melt on the dog's hungry tongue. She tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure, but she was too aroused, too hot. Sarah had been all ready to cream thinking about Claire and frigging herself with the rubber cock even before the dog started working on her cunt. There was no way that she could stop now.

Then a smile came to her lips as she realized there was no need to prolong the joy of her climax because she had the use of the dog for the whole weekend, and could call upon the services of that talented tongue as often as she liked!

Sarah hadn't yet thought about the dog's prick.

But the fat, hairy cock was thundering wildly by this time, throbbing in sympathetic vibration with his tongue. Wolf knew something that had not yet occurred to Sarah, a thing he had learned, to his delight, from Claire – Wolf knew that orgasms were mutually obligatory and that one coming deserved another.

"Ooooh, tongue my cum cream out, Wolf!" Sarah moaned, as her juices flowed hotter and thicker. His wet tongue slapped in eagerly, spraying pearly nuggets of cream onto her writhing belly as it slurped all the way up to her cunt bush.

Sarah's pelvis danced in a fucking motion, her taut ass hiked up and her hips pumping. She cried out as the first spasm hit her, then wailed louder as the waves of her release came rushing through her loins and her fluid cum juice spilled out in abundance. Wolf yelped and whined as his tongue gathered up her succulent cum nectar. He gulped it down and slurped more out of her melting pussy-hole. As he swallowed the girl's cum, the head of his prick began to weep in anticipation of what he wanted.

Shaking violently, Sarah peaked again and again, feeding the eager doggy her cuntjuice by the tongueful. Each time her clit exploded, another load poured from her fuckhole. Wolf lapped it up voraciously, eager to gulp the sweet stuff down as long as Sarah continued to spill it onto his avid tongue.

Drained for the moment, Sarah slumped back along the couch. Wolf pushed his muzzle out after her, lapping up the last drops. She stared down through narrowed eyes, seeing how the dog's hairy muzzle was flecked with cuntjuice, his red tongue streaked with ribbons of the creamy stuff. She had finished coming, but his tongue still felt so good that she squirmed against him, hiking her ass up so that the doggy could lap the overflow out of her asscrack and dip his tongue into her shit chute. Wolf moved his head up and down and from side to side, gobbling up every drop from her thighs and belly and out of the crack of her ass. His slobber flowed into her crotch, replacing the cum cream that he was slurping from her with such relish.

Then Wolf raised his head, jaws dripping, and looked up at Sarah with expectation in his amber eyes.

"Oh, you lovely doggy!" she sighed.

Wolf cocked his head and whimpered impatiently, expecting the same routine he was used to with Claire. Sarah recognized the dog's horniness, but misunderstood.

"Still hungry, fella?" she purred. "Does the nice doggy wanna lap Mamma's cunt some more?"

Wolf turned sideways, his head twisting around and his muzzle pointing toward his swollen cock and balls.

Sarah looked – and gasped.

His pisshole was dripping, and the bloated red slab of his cockhead was frothy with doggy slime. His cockstalk was long and thick, and his balls were huge with a load of fuckjuice. His prickmeat throbbed with need. Sarah stared in fascination at the huge cock. Sarah loved cocks. It was the men attached to those cocks that she didn't want.

But Wolf was not a man.

Very slowly, Sarah smiled…

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sarah slid down from the couch and knelt beside the big, shaggy Alsatian. His head was still turned and his neck arched as he indicated his hard on. Sarah gazed at the thrilling sight, intrigued. It was the answer to all her problems! Why in hell hadn't she thought about fucking with dogs before?

Pushing her face out toward the Alsatian's hairy flank, Sarah began to lick at his dripping cockhead. Her tongue glided all over the throbbing slab of naked red cockmeat and was surprised to find the succulent flavor of his cum strangely familiar on her tastebuds. Claire's pussy! She had tasted doggy cum in Claire's pussy! This made it even more exciting.

She tilted her head and took his cockhead between her lips, gripping the fat wedge of prickmeat with the oval of her mouth and whipping her tongue against its sensitive underside. The dog's prick pulsated and rippled and he whimpered with delight. His haunches humped as he fucked deeper into Sarah's mouth.

Doggy cockmeat was as delicious as doggy cum, Sarah thought, as she nursed on the hammering prick greedily. Dog prick was muskier and richer than human prick and, from the way that his balls were swollen, Sarah knew that Wolf would shoot a huge load of steaming hot fuckjuice out when he creamed.

Should she milk him off in her mouth to begin with? The thought of swallowing dog jism made her whimper with desire. But she wanted to get fucked as well, and she didn't know enough about dogs to be certain that the big Alsatian could satisfy both of her hot fuckholes. Then, too, Claire's fuckhole had been really creamy, and it seemed certain that the dog had already blown at least one slimy wad out that morning. Sarah decided to take him up the cunt first and to suck him off afterwards, if he had any jism left.

Her head bobbed down, long dark hair tumbling, as she slid her lips toward his balls. His hairy cockstalk filled her mouth, and she sighed with the pleasure of it. Its furriness was strange and exciting. Dog hairs got caught between her teeth, but that was a small price to pay for such a succulent mouthful of cockmeat.

Wolf yelped in rapture, quickly fucking in and out of the cock-hungry girl's mouth. His long prick surged at the entrance to her throat and she gulped. Then he jerked back out, dragging her lips outwards, causing her to purr. He thrust in again, tipping her head back as his slippery, dripping cock clogged her gullet and his bloated balls slapped against her chin. Sarah turned her face from side to side, winding her compressed lips around his hairy cockshaft as the horny brute fucked into her mouth.

Plenty of preliminary spunk was coating her tongue and dribbling down her throat, whetting her appetite for more of the savory slime. Sarah wished that she had two dogs, so that she could suck one off while the other fucked her cunt. Hell, the randy woman wished that she had a whole kennel full of big hairy dogs.

She mouthed him for another minute, relishing the taste and the texture of his cockmeat and the steaming flow of his cream. Then, with a sigh, she drew her cum-streaked lips away from his prick. His cockhead was so hot that it seemed to be sizzling. Her saliva steamed from his red meat and another dribble of spunk flowed out of his gaping pisshole. Sarah thought that Wolf's cock and balls were the best she had ever known; they were as big as any man's and a lot more succulent.

Sarah tongued the slippery drops of jism from his pisshole, then kissed his flaring cockhead adoringly. Wolf banged his prick against her lips, trying to slam it back into her mouth, but she turned her face aside, letting his prick slide along her cheek. The Alsatian yelped in frustration.

Then Sarah turned and got down on her hands and knees, presenting her hot haunches to the doggy. Wolf yelped happily as the girl assumed a position very familiar to him. She lowered her dark head and hiked her teardrop-shaped ass upwards. Her tits swayed under her and cuntjuice streamed down the insides of her widespread thighs. Wolf shoved his muzzle in and lapped at her pussy as Sarah trembled. "Up, boy, c'mon, mount me, Wolf!" she urged. "Climb on my ass and fuck me like a dog!"

His long red tongue slid up from her crotch and slurped up the crack of her upthrust ass, dipping into her asshole. Then the shaggy brute tensed and leaped up. His forepaws wrapped around the handles of her hips, clinging tightly to her loins and his hindpaws braced on the carpet, poised to strike. He heaved his cock and the long, hairy prickstalk skimmed up the crack of her ass. Sarah giggled. Was the dumb brute trying to bugger her asshole? Not that she minded. Sarah loved having a shithole full of prick almost as much as she loved taking it in the mouth or up the cunthole.

The last time she had asked a man to fuck her up the ass, he had gladly done so, but as soon as he had emptied his balls into her bowels he had called her a dirty pervert. That was about what she had come to expect from men.

This time she had no inhibitions. Her pink cuntlips were wide open, her fuckslot a creamy oval and her clit stood out like a smoldering rocket. Wolf hammered away, banging his prick against her ass and against the backs of her thighs, so horny and impatient that he was missing his hairy target in his urgency to bury his huge cock. Sarah reached back between her legs, giving her clit a stroke en route, and wrapped her hand around the Alsatian's cockshaft. Holding the throbbing cock by the hilt, she guided the wet, sticky cockhead into her cunt.

Wolf stood still, waiting for the girl to assist his entry. His tongue lolled out, slobbering onto her upthrust ass and along the ridge of her spine.

Sarah pushed her fist back to his balls, skinning his cockhead and making it flare out. She felt his loaded balls throb, and moaned in joyful anticipation of so much cum. Turning her wrist, she rubbed his dripping prick-knob into her. Her cuntlips clamped around the dog's hairy cockshaft, clinging and sucking, dragging him deep. Wolf braced, his big, shaggy body quivering. Half of his long, thick cock was buried up Sarah's cunt, joining them together. She took her hand away, knowing that the Alsatian needed no further guidance.

Wolf hauled her back by the hips and his spine twisted as he drove his loins out with a powerful thrust. The full length of his prick slid easily up her fuckhole and Sarah gasped with joy. The dog held it all in her for a moment, his prick buried balls-deep up her steaming cunt, whining and slobbering. Sarah's cuntwalls closed around him, gripping the ridges on his big strange cock, dragging and pulling on it. Thick drops of frothy white cuntjuice seeped out of her pussy, soaking the hairy root of his cock.

She jerked her ass under him, eager for the big beast to start fucking his prick into her full speed. It felt wonderful to have her pussy stuffed to the brim with his throbbing cock, but she lusted to feel the thick cockshaft slide in and out, gorging her, satisfying her as no man or woman had ever satisfied her before.

"Move, you bastard!" she gasped. "Fuck my cunt!"

Wolf clung to her haunches, his prick stuck all the way up her, his cock muscles pulsing and throbbing. Then he yelped and drew out until only his naked cockhead was in her slit. He paused, then slammed in to the roots again.

Sarah wailed and jammed her ass back to meet his stroke, taking every inch of his cock back up her fuckhole. The mighty dog humped into her furiously and frantically, and the naughty girl met him with equal energy, fucking like an animal, a bitch in heat abandoned to seething desire.

The dog jolted in, shoveling his cock into the girl. Sarah's thighs tensed as she shoved her ass back to meet him, taking every inch and adoring it. Her cunt-hole was molded to his cock, clutching it in a slippery vise and sucking like a mouth. The massive, hairy prick was filling her cunt-hole deep as the Alsatian plunged in. His strange, knobby cockshaft rasped over her clit, making her moan with pleasure. Sarah's face twisted from side to side. She bit her lip and gurgled with joy, abandoned to pure bestial lust, loving that dog cock more then she had ever loved anything before. She cupped a hand over her crotch so that she could feel the animal's thick prickstalk slide into her. Then she cupped his balls and caressed them hungrily, eager for the steaming load they would soon be spurting into her and yet wanting this dog fuck to last for hours.

As Wolf plunged in, her trim ass went down under his weight, and as he pulled his stiff prick back out, Sarah hiked her ass up again, raising her crotch for his next thrust. His haunches flew in and out so fast she was jerked back and forth. His balls swung in and his tail lashed wildly behind him. She could hear his hindpaws scrambling on the carpet and her pussy squish as he stuffed her. His cock was filing her to the very brim, to the core of her fuck hole. His cockhead felt so huge that she thought her hips might split apart as the brute plowed in. She looked back past her swaying tits, half expecting to see the outline of the Alsatian's cock raised in a furrow up her belly, hardly able to believe her fuckhole was taking so much cock.

Her ass corkscrewed as she ground her pussy onto his jolting cockmeat, meeting the dog stroke for stroke. It felt as if his cock was pulling her pussy inside out as he hauled it out of her, jerking against the clinging suction of her fuckhole. Sarah moaned and whimpered, gasped and groaned. Her loins were dissolving on that big furry prick. She was so hot that she didn't know if she was coming or not. A wave rushed through her loins and she thought that she was at the crest – then another wave crashed through her, higher and faster. Her clit was going off like a stick of dynamite and her fuckhole was melting on the Alsatian's prick. Guttural animal noises escaped her trembling lips as she fucked with the dog – as she fucked like a dog.

"Oh! Oh! Pour it to me, Wolf!" she cried. "Ram that big fucker up me! Cream me, Wolf! Squirt your doggy jizm up me, fill me with that hot doggy slime!"

Wolf howled and plunged in faster and harder, feeding the smoking hot prickshaft to her with lightning strokes, thundering up her steaming fuckhole and jolting her about on his powerful thrusts. Her cunt creamed, then creamed again. Frothy cum juice gushed out and his hairy prick slid in even faster on the creamy lubrication. Sarah felt his thick cockshaft expand as the brute was about to shoot his load.

"Yeah, yeah!" she gurgled. "Shoot it up me!"

Her fuckhole was hungry for his jism, as ravenous as a mouth, sucking and rippling up and down his long furry cockshaft. She felt his pisshole weep as his coming approached and eagerly lashed her ass back to meet his next thrust. His massive cock flew in, filling her, and the Wolf yelped frantically as his balls let loose.

His hot slime hosed her fuckhole, the creamy spurt rushing into her in a tidal wave. Sarah wailed. Her pussy creamed again as she felt the steaming dog jism flood her, driving her wild with lust. Wolf yanked his cock out, then slammed in again as his second geyser foamed into Sarah's melting pussy. She had never felt such a huge load of fuckjuice spurt into her before. The oversexed girl gasped, almost fainting with the magnitude of her own coming, feeling as if her whole body was melting. She jerked and churned under the dog as Wolf continued to pour the steaming slime into her, filling her loins with load after load. Their mingled cum juices flooded from her slot as the Alsatian whacked his prick into her, soaking her crotch and drenching his balls. She thought that the huge brute was never going to stop creaming. He was overwhelming her, pumping her full, drowning her with his hot cum.

At last, the Alsatian squirted his final load into her. He slumped over her upthrust ass, trembling, his balls drained. The last of his slime trickled out and Sarah whimpered as her pussy spasmed again, hot cuntjuice flooding into her cum-soaked fuckhole. They stayed locked together for several seconds, his prick still hard and huge in her cunt, giving promise of more creamy delights. When the dog pulled his cock out, Sarah let out a cry. His prick slipped free and her open pussy gushed with pearly fuck-juice. She turned onto her flank, her big tits heaving. The Alsatian had hopped down from her haunches and stood over her, quivering, his tongue hanging out and his cock still standing. His balls were drained but his prick was still hard as a rock, and horny Sarah grinned in expectation. It would take him longer to come the next time, but as long as his cock stayed big and hard, that suited the greedy girl fine. She wanted to suck him off next, to nurse on his delicious cockmeat for a long time and then be rewarded with a bellyful of doggy jism. Later, she might let the brute fuck her up the asshole, as well. What a wonderful weekend it was going to be!

"I sure bet that Claire is gonna miss your big prick, Wolf," she said, as she slipped her lips over his cockhead and began a long and leisurely blowjob.

Claire had expected to miss his prick, it was true.

But as it turned out, she had no time to even think of it…

CHAPTER NINE

Jake Harper was waiting in his car at the county line bus stop when Claire arrived. As the bus from the city pulled up, he started to get out to help his older daughter with her luggage. But when Claire appeared on the steps of the bus, Jake stopped, one leg out of the car, his big prick shooting up like a tent pole. Christ! Claire was even more sexy than Bonny! Dressed for the country, in shorts and a scoop necked blouse, she stepped lightly down into the dusty road. She had only one small weekend bag, which was just as well, because the way his cock was standing up and pulsating so obviously, there was no way that Jake dared to stand up.

Driving back to the farm, the horny man kept glancing sideways at his daughter, admiring the full thrust of her tits and the sculptured columns of her legs. Not expecting such visual attention from her daddy, Claire failed to notice his lustful glances, and as she looked out the window she didn't even notice – which was strange for cock-loving Claire – that he sported a massive hard-on.

When they arrived at the farm, Jake seized Claire's bag and held it in front of his groin, using it to conceal his erect prick as best he could. Claire would be staying in Bonny's room, and as soon as they were in the house, Jake carried her weekend bag, still clutched to his crotch, upstairs. He tossed the bag on Bonny's bed and stood there, sweating and panting. He could hear his wife and the two girls chatting away downstairs. The sound of their voices drifted up, further exciting Jake. Those voices came out of sexy mouths into which he yearned to slide his prick. Overwhelmed by desire, Jake stood looking around the room. Simply being in the nubile young girl's room turned him on. He thought of Bonny undressing in that room, admiring her naked body in the full-length looking glass, sleeping in that big, comfortable bed. And now Claire too, would be sleeping in that room with her sister. Did they sleep naked? he wondered. Would they accidentally touch in the night, plump tits brushing together, bellies and thighs in contact? Jake never for a moment imagined that his daughters might enjoy a little sexual frolic. He had no idea that he was not the only member of the family who had such dark and depraved incestuous fantasies.

He had to get rid of that incriminating hard-on! He had no choice – he had to empty his scumbags before he went back downstairs. He had never jacked off in Bonny's room before and the idea thrilled him. He moved toward the dirty clothes hamper in the corner, walking awkwardly because his balls were so swollen and his prick was jutting out like a cantilever. Sweat beaded his brow and his hair fell damp and lank as he bent down, rummaging among the soiled garments. Coming up with a pair of tiny bikini panties, Jake grinned fiendishly. He held them aside and searched for a bra, then remembered that Bonny didn't wear bras. The panties would have to do. He held them up and spread them out in both hands – and gasped when he saw that the narrow crotchband was smeared with a pale, sticky residue. Bonny's virgin pussy had been dripping into those panties!

The idea caused Jake to stagger. Jeez – had Bonny creamed in those sexy panties? He held them up to his face, sniffing the sweet fragrance of his teenage daughter's loins. His tongue pushed out and he licked at the sticky crotch-band, his tastebuds tingling at the exciting flavor of second-hand cuntjuice. He chewed on the silken garment and he sucked the crotch piece into his lips, slobbering, wild with lust. Holding the panties to his mouth with his left hand, he whipped his pants open and hauled his cock out with his right hand. It hummed and jolted as he folded his fist around his prickshaft. He could still hear them talking downstairs, but now there was a pounding in his ears, muffling the sound of their voices.

He began to pump his cockmeat steadily up and down, licking and sucking on Bonny's soiled panties. His chest heaved. He thought of Claire's young stiff-tipped tits as his fist slammed down towards his swollen balls. He thought of Bonny's trim little ass, bouncing around on the pony's back as he jerked upwards, his clenched fist running up to his cockhead.

Jake was so worked up that it only took half a dozen strokes. He felt his balls expand and groaning, he yanked the panties out of his mouth and lowered them down to the head of his cock. He thrust his hips out and pumped down on his prick. A great spurt of milky fuck-juice shot into the saliva-soaked bikini. Shuddering and gasping, he milked his cock and balls off helplessly. Creamy jets hosed the silken garment as his fist plunged up and down and his loaded balls pumped the spunk out in abundance.

Finally, he stopped coming – but his prick stayed stiff, the evidence of his dark desire still prominent. Jake started to return the panties to the hamper, then, seething with lust, he changed direction and put the cum-soaked things in Bonny's dresser drawer. She just might put them on, not noticing that they were streaked with congealed jism. The thought drove Jake wild. Snugly drawn across her lithe hips and tugged into the vee of her crotch, those panties would deliver his cum to his daughter's pussy. In the heat of her loins, his fuckjuice would become fluid again, running into her juicy young cunt.

And he still had a hard-on.

Jake went downstairs quietly and instead of turning into the front room where his wife and daughters were seated, he went back down the hall and out the back door, heading for the barn. There was a long leather apron there, used by the hired hand when he was shoeing the pony, and Jake had a plan for concealing his swollen crotch. He harnessed the apron around his loins. The leather skirt covered him from waist to knees and the bulge in the middle wasn't too noticeable. The pony gazed on from his stall, placidly munching from his feedbag with little interest in Jake, eagerly awaiting Bonny's next ride. Jake felt a little foolish wearing the apron, since he never did any farm labor, but he figured he would complete his disguise, making a joke of it. He rolled up his sleeves and stuck a stalk of straw in his teeth. He found an old, frayed straw hat hanging on a post and clamped it on his head. Taking up a blacksmith's hammer, he returned to the house.

"Wahl, howdy thar, gals," said Jake, the farmer, affecting a bumpkin accent as he entered the room.

Martha, Claire and Bonny all looked up and blinked, then broke out into peals of laughter at the incredible sight. They had never known that Jake had such a sense of humor. Jake, his shame hidden by the apron, sat down and joined in the conversation. But not for long. His balls were soon full again and his iron-hard prick was rising like a crowbar, lifting even the heavy leather apron up from his groin. Very soon, one of the females was liable to notice the way the apron was writhing and rising on his stiff prick.

"Why don't you show Claire your pony, Bonny?" he suggested.

"Wanna see Buck?" Bonny asked her sister.

"Sure," Claire agreed. She was already starting to feel bored at being so far away from an available cock, never dreaming how close she was to a hard-on in her daddy's pants.

The two sisters went out side by side. Jake watched those sweet asses bounce out of the door. Then he stood up, facing his wife, the hammer still in his hand and his cock hammering under the apron.

"You silly man," Martha giggled. She thought that the sight of her elegant husband, who had never in his life done a day's labor, dressed as a farm worker was the funniest thing she had ever seen.

Then Jake lifted the apron.

His fly was open and his cock and balls loomed out. Martha gasped, then grinned as she realized why Jake had been wearing the apron. And it suited Martha very well.

"Ooooh, how naughty!" she murmured. "And with your daughters in the room, too," she added, not realizing that Jake was horny because of the girls, not despite them.

Jake advanced, holding the apron above his waist. Martha's eyes were glued to his prick. Jake's huge cock looked as hard as the blacksmith's hammer he was holding. It looked as if he could have used his prick to drive a nail. She had never seen his prick so big and hard. He could have plowed a field with his cock, shifted boulders, dug a well. But there were better things to use it for.

"Remember that blowjob you promised me?" Jake rasped, standing before her and thrusting his loins out.

Martha licked her lips. The pink tip of her tongue flicked slowly out.

"Suck it," he croaked.

"Ummmmm – but you'll have to come fast, darling – before the girls get back." She knew Bonny and Claire were only going to be gone a short time.

Her tawny blonde head bobbed forward and Jake pushed his rock-hard cock out. His cockhead slipped into the oval of her lips, and Martha sighed with the pleasure of that tasty mouthful. She held him by the hips and pushed her face down, feeding almost all of his cock into her mouth. Jake dropped the hammer. His prick swelled in Martha's mouth. Her head ducked up and down, cheeks hollowed in as she sucked adoringly on his hot cockmeat.

Jake held the apron aside so that he could watch his prick go in and out of her lips. He began to fuck into her mouth steadily, his ass corkscrewing. The frayed hat flopped around on the back of his head as his hips jolted out. Martha purred with the joy of sucking on his delicious cockmeat and trembled in anticipation of swallowing his creamy load.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed, sliding her tongue around on his cockhead, her lips gripping his prickshaft. Then she slid down and let his cockhead run back into her throat. A dribble of jism oozed out, and Martha whimpered as the hot slime coated her tongue. She gulped it down, whetting her appetite. Her head began to fall and rise faster as she stepped up the tempo, sucking through every precious inch. Martha would have loved to nurse on Jake's massive prick for hours, but fearing that the girls would return and interrupt them, she was desperately working with all her skill to bring him to shoot his load.

Jake was using his cock like a farm implement. He hammered into her eager lips, raked her cheeks, plowed into her gullet. He watched her lips bulge outwards around his thick, throbbing cockshaft as her head drew back and forth. Frothy dribbles of jism overflowed and seeped down his prickshaft, then her mouth slid down again, and the cum-hungry woman sucked the delicious slime greedily and gulped it down.

"Come, darling – I want your cum!" she moaned.

She twisted her head from side to side as her mouth continued to run up and down on his thick cockshaft, taking his cockhead into one cheek, then the other, then letting it probe into her throat. Her saliva poured onto his smoking hot prick and mixed with his preliminary seepage. Jake groaned and fed it to her, fucking her willing mouth just as if it were a cunt. His eyes closed and his imagination flamed. He pretended he was shoving his cock into Claire's mouth, then that he was feeding it to young Bonny. Thinking about his daughters, he plunged feverishly into his wife's hungry lips.

A spasm shook his loins and Jake staggered. He felt his balls swell at the rising crest.

"Suck it out! Drink the fucking stuff!" he cried.

Martha sucked so hard she seemed to be trying to inhale his cock right down into her heaving lungs. His fuckjuice poured out, hosing her throat and filling her mouth to overflowing. Gurgling with cocksucker's joy, Martha swallowed his creamy slime and worked with tongue and lips, sucking more out. Each time her head bobbed down, another frothy deluge shot from his pisshole. Cum ran down from both sides of her mouth as her lips pulled up his spurting cock. Martha sucked merrily away, drinking the succulent nectar greedily.

She milked his last drops out, savoring them on her tongue for a moment before swallowing. Jake, drained and exhausted, staggered back, yet her blonde head pushed after him, reluctant to have that sweet mouthful removed even after it had been emptied.

"God, that was delicious!" she whispered, as she daintily dabbed at her creamy lips.

Martha adored drinking Jake's jism. She was very glad that she had got him milked off before the girls returned.

But the girls were in no hurry to return – not at all.

CHAPTER TEN

"Hop up behind me, Sis," Bonny said as she swung nimbly onto the pony's sturdy back.

Claire, who had never ridden without a saddle, hesitated. But then she shrugged and squirmed up, gripping her kid sister's thigh for support. Bonny nudged her heels into Buck's flanks and the pony started to trot down the trail.

Buck wasn't sure why he was being ridden double, but he didn't mind. It was lovely to have two wet cunts rubbing on his back. Bonny's pussy always got hot when she rode bareback, and at the moment, Claire was just discovering what a kick it was to have a powerful horse clamped between her thighs and rubbing her crotch.

Claire held onto Bonny's nubile hips for support. Her gently rounded belly was tight against the curve of the younger girl's heartshaped ass and her big, stiff-tipped tits were brushing against Bonny's slender back. That contact too, was turning Claire on. She blushed slightly at her own thoughts. Imagine getting horny over your own baby sister! Still, she had to admit that Bonny had become very nubile since she'd seen her last, and Claire had also discovered the delights of female frolic from her good friend Sarah.

Grinning sheepishly, she squirmed against Bonny, rubbing her nipples against the younger girl's back and shoulders and brushing her cunt mound against her bouncy little ass. Claire didn't imagine that Bonny would notice she was clinging to her more tightly than necessary, nor that she was squirming more than the pony's gait dictated.

But Bonny, too, found the contact exciting. She was squirming more than necessary, as well, grinding her ass back against her sister's belly and groin. After her unsuccessful attempt to go down on herself, the precocious teenager had thought a great deal about finding some girl to go to bed with. She wondered if her older sister, living in the big, wicked city, had ever made it with a girl or woman. The thought was a tremendous turn-on.

Would it be incest if two sisters were to suck each other off? Bonny wondered. Or was it only incest when a cock was involved? Not that Bonny gave a damn as long as it was fun. She squirmed on Buck's back and her pussy heated up. Bonny knew that she was going to cream on the pony, like she always did. She wondered if Claire would realize it was happening? If she did, would she mind? Or was she, too, getting hot as her crotch shifted on Buck's back and rubbed against her bobbing ass?

Buck jogged along steadily. The trail turned, and as he changed direction, Claire's hands slid up from Bonny's hips and onto her plump tits. Bonny's pert nipples were standing out like bullets, exploding in her sister's palms. Claire cupped the firm, thrusting tit-mounds, kneading them. Christ! Did Bonny realize that she was feeling her up? Or did she think the contact was accidental? There was no way to tell, but Bonny made no attempt to break the contact and her nipples were swelling more with every moment.

Buck missed a step, jolting his riders. Claire's head ducked forwards, her chin on Bonny's shoulder. She looked down Bonny's limber body and blinked. I don't believe it! She thought. And yet the evidence was there to be seen – it was undeniable. Bonny was wearing her short cut-off jeans, and the crotchband was sucked right up into the vee of her crotch, wisps of cunthair curling out – and down the insides of the young girl's slim thighs glistened trickles of cuntjuice!

My God! No wonder Bonny likes to ride bareback – the little minx gets her rocks off like this! Claire grinned. No wonder, either, she thought. Her own cunt was getting hot and wet as she rubbed up and down on Buck's spine and against Bonny's ass. She began to feel Bonny's tits more enthusiastically, still not sure if the girl realized what was happening.

But Bonny realized, all right – and she loved it. Her sister was playing with her tits! How naughty and how nice! Bonny wondered if Claire might be interested in some more serious fooling around. She wasn't sure how to suggest it, though. Maybe she should wait until they were in bed that evening. But Bonny didn't feel like waiting. The trail turned alongside a small pond and it gave Bonny an idea.

She hauled Buck up, his hooves clattering.

"Wanna have a swim, Claire?" she suggested. "I get so hot riding Buck that I like to cool off."

You sure do, Claire thought, staring down at a trickle of pearly pussy juice running down her sister's leg. She realized that her own crotch was awash, as well.

"Okay," she said, her voice husky.

Bonny swung lithely to the ground. She reached up to offer Claire a hand, then grinned. Her face was level with her sister's crotch and Bonny stared, seeing how damp her shorts were. She tilted her head and gave Claire a knowing look.

"I see you get hot, too, huh?"

Claire blushed, then grinned and nodded. She slid down beside the younger girl. Buck stepped away, regarding them curiously, well aware of the fragrance of both steaming pussies, and starting to feel plenty amorous himself.

"Sometimes I cream when I'm riding Buck," Bonny admitted. "It feels real nice. Of course, I don't have a boyfriend, so I gotta come however I can. I guess you probably get lots of boyfriends in town, huh?"

Her eyes roamed over Claire, pausing at her big tits, then sliding down to her loins.

Claire saw no reason to be shy with Bonny at this stage and she nodded.

"Sure, I got boyfriends. And…" she paused, a glint in her eyes. "And a girlfriend, too."

"Oh, wow!" Bonny gasped. "Really?"

"Uh huh. Her name is Sarah. She makes me come."

"How? Oooooh, tell me how!" the naughty teenager cried, fascinated, her sister's confession was in perfect accord with Bonny's own desires.

"With her hands and her tongue," Claire said.

"Do you – do you suck her, too?"

"I never have – but I want to."

"I'd like to do that with a girl, too," Bonny whispered.

"With me?" Claire asked.

"Jeez – you wanna?"

Claire hesitated. She could see how hot her kid sister had become and that in turn made her smolder with desire. To think that she had expected to be bored this weekend! She nodded slowly, a slight smile on her lips. "Let's tonguefuck each other, I'll show you how Sarah does me – then you can try it, too."

Claire loved sex in any form and the idea of making it with her sister was turning her on to wild abandon. Bonny was equally enthusiastic. Grinning, the girl pulled her tee shirt off, her plump tits jiggling. She unfastened her shorts and tugged them down. Claire stared at Bonny's juicy, pink-lipped pussy and her tongue tingled. She slid out of her blouse, then squirmed from her shorts and the two horny sisters faced each other naked, each as hot as the other.

Claire stepped closer. She cupped Bonny's tits, massaging her tit-mounds and rolling her firm young nipples. Bonny shuddered, returning her sister's caresses. She arched her back, thrusting her tits out, and rubbed them against Claire's larger tit globes. Their taut nipples brushed together. Claire pushed her belly out and their two golden cunt mounds ground against each other. Claire held Bonny by the ass, pulling her hips close and jerking against her. She slipped her fingers into the girl's juicy crotch from behind and Bonny gasped at the contact. Claire stroked her unfurled cuntlips and rubbed her clit as Bonny squirmed against her. Then the older sister brought her creamy fingers up to her lips and licked at them.

"Ummmmm – your pussy is yummy!" she sighed. Bonny stared in fascination, watching Claire's nimble tongue slurp up her pussy nectar. Her cunt was overflowing now, thick ribbons of juice pouring down her thighs, and her clit stood out firm and throbbing. Her legs felt weak, and she slowly sank to the ground until she was sitting on her ass, her knees upraised and her thighs wide apart.

"Suck me, Sis!" she whimpered.

Claire needed no coaxing. She had been longing to suck some cunt anyway, and the thought of sucking her own sister's sweet, cherry cunt was making her mouth water. She knelt down between the teenager's trembling thighs. Her blonde hair tumbled over her cheeks as she lowered her head, gazing at Bonny's steaming crotch. Bonny's cuntlips were folded wide open and her pussy was drenched with cream. Claire licked her lips, drooling. Her tongue was ready and eager, hungry for that hot, juicy feast. She lowered her head slowly, inch by inch, teasing them both by the delay. The heat of Bonny's pussy wafted up into Claire's radiant face, sweet and fragrant, and drifted across, too, to where the pony was standing.

Buck snorted, his nostrils flaring. The dumb brute was confused. Those steaming cunts obviously required some pony prick, and his big cockshaft was swelling with readiness, yet the girls were ignoring him. He couldn't figure it out. What does a pony know about such things? He stamped on the soft earth and tossed his head, his cock looming out larger all the while.

Claire pushed her tongue out and licked lightly at the insides of her kid sister's damp thighs. Bonny moaned and pumped her hips, urging Claire to get on with it. She was afraid that she was going to cream before Claire's mouth made contact.

Claire slid her tongue through Bonny's blonde cunt mound, slobbering in the golden curls.

"Do my cunt, Claire!" Bonny squealed.

Claire lowered her face the final inch and her hot tongue slid up through Bonny's open cunt slot and flicked across her clit. Bonny gasped and jerked. Claire licked along her rosy cuntlips, then stabbed her tongue up her fuckhole.

Claire gasped. No wonder Sarah loved eating pussy – it was fucking delicious! She began to lap away with long, slurping strokes. Her lips parted and she sucked on Bonny's flooded cunt, whimpering with the joy of it.

"This is what Sarah does to me," she whimpered, concentrating on Bonny's clit for a moment. Then, abandoned to lust, all inhibitions gone, she slapped her tongue up Bonny's cunt-hole and whispered: "And this is how my doggy does me!"

"Your doggy? Oh, shit! Your dog licks you off?" Bonny wailed, thrilled to the core.

"Yeah – and he fucks me, too."

Bonny moaned. She arched her back, slamming her hips forward. Claire clamped her lips around the girl's drenched pussy and sucked as her tongue slid in and out. Cuntjuice poured into her mouth.

"I'm creaming!" Bonny wailed.

"Ummmm!" Claire purred, as she swallowed the foaming flow of her sister's orgasm. Bonny writhed as the waves of her coming ripped through her hot loins, and she stared hypnotized at the top of her sister's blonde head as it wallowed between her thighs. Tonguefucking and sucking, Claire milked Bonny off to the dregs. As she swallowed her sister's cum cream, her own cunt flowed heavily. Bonny gasped and sank back on the ground, trembling all over. Claire slurped away for another minute, making sure that she had worked off every spasm and sucked out every precious drop.

When she raised her head, her jaws were dripping and her smiling lips glistened with cum cream. Her hunger was slaked, but her pussy was on fire. She moved up her sister's body, straddling her. Bonny gazed up, her tongue sliding across her lips.

"Yeah, sit on my face, Sis," she moaned, her mouth as horny now as her cunt had been before.

Claire lowered her soaking crotch and Bonny arched her neck, thrusting her pretty face up to meet her sister's hot pussy. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at her clit, then Claire slapped her pussy against Bonny's mouth, squirming, riding the girl's eager face as if it were a saddle. She ground her cunt against Bonny's open mouth as the girl's tongue shot deeply up her steaming fuckhole. Bonny held Claire by the ass, moaning with the joy of the succulent mouthful. Cuntjuice streamed over her tongue and flooded past her lips and she gulped it down with relish. Cuntsucking was as good as she had hoped it would be – better, even.

Her magic mouth was bringing her older sister rapidly to the peak. Claire's ass churned and her belly pumped as she rode her cunt on Bonny's upturned face. Bonny was slippery with cunt-juice from chin to brow as Claire mopped her face with her flowing pussy-hole. The cunt-hungry teenager seemed to be trying to shove her whole head up Claire's smoldering cunt. Her mouth was open wide and Claire's cuntlips were spread equally wide, the two locked together in this passionate kiss.

Whimpering, Claire creamed. Bonny gurgled and moaned as cuntjuice flooded her greedy mouth and poured down her throat. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, wild with the joy of gulping the cum cream out of her sister's cunt-hole, ravenously gorging herself on the hot, foaming flood streaming over her tongue and lips.

With a low moan, Claire slid away, drained for the moment. Bonny thrust her head up, her tongue flicking out for a last lick at that tasty pussy as it left her face. Then the naughty teenager lay back, smiling, and let the last mouthful of pussy juice slowly slide down her throat, savoring every drop of her sister's cum.

Claire twisted around and held her kid sister in a close embrace. They kissed on the lips, both of their mouths creamy, their mingled cunt juice slipping between them. Claire was facing downwards and Bonny was looking up. So it was Bonny who first saw that the pony had wandered over, his cock huge and his balls swollen.

"Claire – do you really fuck your doggy?" she asked, her lips moving on the older girl's mouth as she spoke.

"Yeah," Claire admitted. "He loves it, and so do I! Does that shock you, honey?"

Bonny giggled. "Naw, but the reason I asked – look at my pony, Claire…"

Claire turned and looked – and gasped. Buck was standing over them, whinnying impatiently. The shadow of his enormous prick fell across Claire's shapely ass. Claire stared at that massive hunk of cockmeat and gasped again. The pony's cockhead was looming out from his leathery sheath, his naked prickmeat flaring. His open pisshole was frothy, dribbles of thick white spunk glistening on his dark cockhead.

"My God!" Claire exclaimed. She shot her sister a quick, speculative glance – very quick, because her eyes were drawn right back to that mighty pony prick. "Bonny – you don't…?"

"I don't fuck him, but he laps my cunt and I…" Bonny blushed slightly. "I jerk him off in my mouth!"

"Oh, God – let's both lick his prick," Claire purred, lust surging in her loins again, her mouth watering at the prospect.

Claire longed to share the depravity with her teenaged sister – to share the pony's cockmeat and fuckjuice. Without waiting for Bonny's reply, Claire knelt down beside the animal.

Bonny, grinning impishly, pleased that she had been able to introduce her more experienced older sister to a new form of perversion, moved up beside Claire. They knelt, hip to hip and cheek to cheek. Buck's dark cockhead throbbed before their radiant faces. Bonny's pink tongue flicked out and slurped at Buck's cock-tip. Claire moaned and leaned in, her own tongue darting out. The two cock-loving sisters laved the pony's flaring prickhead cheek to cheek, their tongues sliding together as they moved over his huge cock-knob. More preliminary jism oozed from his pisshole, and Claire tilted her head around and slid her hot tongue right up it, tasting pony cum for the first time and moaning as she discovered that the stuff was even thicker and muskier and richer than doggy jism.

"Give me a taste," Bonny gasped, moving in to lap at the brute's dribbling pisshole alongside Claire. "You wanna suck him off and swallow his fuckjuice, Claire? There's an awful lot of it – plenty for both of us."

Claire hesitated. Her mouth was hungry again, but her cunt was volcanic with lust, smoldering even more than it had been before Bonny had sucked her off.

"I wanna fuck him!" she cried.

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, Sis! Take that big fucker up your hot cunt!" Bonny squealed with enthusiasm. Bonny had been thinking about fucking the pony herself, but she was a bit intimidated by the size of his prick. The thought of having her sister screw him drove her wild. Both girls lapped at his cockhead for a little longer, getting it soaking wet with their combined saliva. Then Claire lay down under the sturdy beast. She arched her back, making a bridge of her nimble body. Her head and shoulders were firmly planted on the ground and her crotch was thrust up, level with the head of the animal's throbbing cock. Her thighs were parted and her feet were on the ground, raising her loins up into the fucking elevation. Buck, having never screwed a woman's cunt, seemed hesitant. He had learned all about coming in Bonny's mouth however, and he shoved his cock into the girl's face. She tongued him as the fat cock-knob tilted her blonde head backwards.

"Help him," Claire pleaded. "Help the fucker get his prick in my fuckhole, Bonny!"

Her upthrust ass and hips jerked wildly about, pumping in a fucking motion even before they were coupled. Her cunt was wide open, steaming and flowing. Bonny was only too happy to assist in this operation. She gave Buck's thick cockhead a last lick, then hooked one arm over his cockstalk. Holding him in the crook of her elbow, she levered his prick-knob down into Claire's crotch. Her wet pussy looked so lovely that Bonny ducked down and tongued it for a moment, swapping saliva for cuntjuice. Then, supporting her sister under the ass with one hand, she guided the pony's prick into Claire's cuntlips.

The massive dark slab of his naked prickmeat flared in Claire's open fuckhole. It was so huge that for a moment, Bonny doubted that it would fit up Claire's young pussy. She moved his cock-knob up and down through her slippery cunt-lips. Pony spunk oozed from his pisshole and ran into Claire's cunt. Bonny tugged on the animal's cockshaft and Claire shoved her pelvis up at the same time. The tip of Buck's bloated cock-crown inched up Claire's cunt-hole.

Claire squirmed, her hips turning, her fuck tunnel stretching beyond belief. An inch of dark cockmeat slid into her, then another. The pliable walls of her cunt fluttered, adjusting to this incredible bulk. Buck, getting the idea, gave a sudden thrust and all of his cockhead vanished into Claire's sucking cunt-hole with a slurp.

"Jeez – it's going in!" Bonny gasped, staring as her sister's cuntlips gripped the pony's leather cockstalk just behind the knob. Cunt cream seeped out onto his prickshaft, lubricating the coupling.

"The head of his prick is in your pussy, Claire!"

"More – give me more!" Claire cried greedily.

As she felt the enormous slab of the pony's prickhead throbbing in her slot, Claire went wild, wanting more of that long cock, wanting as much as she could hold. She pushed up on his big prickshaft and Bonny dragged down on it. Buck snorted and his powerful hindquarters bunched with muscle. Then he humped, stabbing another two inches of thick cock into Claire's elastic fuckhole.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Claire gasped, as the pony's prick probed deeper, spreading her cunt tunnel out wider than it had ever been spread before and delving deeper than any cock, human or canine, had ever gone.

Buck humped again and half of his prick ran into her. The elongated fuckstalk had bottomed out, the cockhead buried as deep as it could go and half of his cockstalk still sticking out between them. His cockmuscles worked and Claire bobbed up and down, stuck on the end of his cock, her ass swinging from side to side.

Buck held the penetration for a moment, snorting and stamping on the earth, all his bestial instincts gone wild as he discovered the thrill of having his hot cock buried in clinging, sucking pussy. When he tried to draw back, his prick was stuck up her so tightly that he dragged Claire along with him. Instead of sliding in and out, he was hauling her back and forth. But then helpful little Bonny grasped her sister firmly by the ass and hips, holding her in position.

Buck drew back again and this time, his thick cock came sliding out, dragging Claire's cuntlips almost inside out. The leathery prick-rod pulled free, dripping and steaming. He paused, only his cock-knob bedded, then jolted in again, rattling her bones and shaking her loins.

Claire, abandoned to pure bestial passions, moved in counterpoint to Buck. She slammed her cunt up to meet his cock as he plowed into her and she rolled her hips as he withdrew. His cockmeat came out slathered with cuntjuice and the sight was so inviting that Bonny clamped her parted lips around the underside of the pony's stalk and slurped the delicious cream from him as he jerked out. The animal's cock came out drenched with cuntjuice and plunged back in slippery with saliva.

Bonny hungrily licked and sucked, her head sliding up and down the pony's long prick, her lips clamped to the throbbing cockshaft. She played him like a flute, running her mouth between the brute's balls and her sister's crotch. Now Buck's pisshole was flowing heavily, and his cock pulled out wet with both jism and pussy nectar. Bonny gulped the mingled cream down hungrily. Her blonde head flew about. Her mouth was all over the place. She tongued out Claire's asshole and lapped at Buck's balls. The swollen sacs throbbed wildly against her tongue.

"Ooooh! He's gonna shoot!" she cried.

Claire wailed and slammed her crotch up, taking as much of the pony's cock into her fuckhole as she could manage. As his huge flaring cock-knob stuffed her full, Buck's balls blew and his thick cum pumped in a torrent into Claire's loins. Claire screamed with ecstasy and her cunt melted on his spurting prick. Horse cum sprayed down her thighs. She churned wildly under him, working her coming off as the pony emptied his balls.

As the last of his joyjuice rushed into her, Buck stood, his head down, his cock still stiff, supporting Claire like a pole. Claire squirmed around in bliss, her juicy coming continuing. Then she slowly slid off the end of the pony's fat cock, falling back in a heap on the ground.

Bonny continued to lick at Buck's cock, thrilled to find that it was still hard and ready for more. Then she buried her pretty blonde head between Claire's thighs and began to suck all the cum and cuntjuice out of her sister's flooded fuckhole. It was, after all, Bonny's pony and she had every right to his cum.

Lying on her back and smiling with contentment, Claire felt Bonny's nimble tongue slide up her cunt and she loved it. What's more, she saw that the pony still had a hard-on. This weekend promised to be anything but boring. But she felt a little sorry for Wolf and Sarah.

How can I enjoy a neighbor's tongue, after I've had my sister's? she wondered.

How can I ever go back to dogs, after I've fucked a pony?

But it worked out all right because, by this time, Sarah and Wolf were very good friends.

Content

David Crane
Sisters love horses

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN