It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. Yet sometimes dark passions surface-and such taboo subjects as bestiality have to be dealt with.
SCHOOL FOR HORSE-HUNGRY GIRLS is a dramatic representation of women who dare to let their most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be sexually liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to deal with the darker sides of their own sexual natures.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jean Browdy tucked the riding crop snugly under her arm. Overhead, small, gray clouds drifted over the rolling hills of the Ferndale Riding School.
Jean felt proud-proud she had managed to start the school on her own without the help of her rich, smothering mother. Jean had managed to get the money; she had supervised the renovation of the old school, and she had advertised and built the classes of young girls that now kept her very busy.
A sharp breeze from the north lifted her medium-cut, blonde hair from her shoulders, reminding Jean it was getting late and she had the books to go over. Books, classes, feeding the animals-it was a full-time job, one that kept her mind from the warm, moist tingle in her cunt.
Time and time again, as she strolled from the hillock down to the small cluster of white, clapboard buildings. Jean had told herself she was a mature woman. She had done what many would have envied. And yet, there was something missing in her life, something she knew was in the form of a hard, hot prick slipping into her pussy. She had fucked once before, and now knew she was needing a hard cock again.
"Damn, damn, damn."
Fucking was going to make her life complicated, she thought, pulling the riding crop from under her arm and making small, cutting movements with it over the top of the bending grass. There just didn't seem to be enough time for all the courting and dating that went along with a tumble in the bed.
And yet, she knew there would have to be time. She just couldn't go on and ignore the throbbing in her cunt that made her toss and twist about in bed every night. And even when she dreamed, her dreams were so filthy, so carnal, they made her shiver when she awoke from them with a start. Even now, in her tight-fitting uniform, Jean felt her flesh tremble at the thought of what she had dreamed the night before. "Ohhhhh
Jean stopped just short of the ranch-style main building, closing her eyes until the tickling, burning sensation had faded a bit. Her cunt was very moist and hot. And, Jean thought, it was getting worse. Steadying herself on the handrail, the attractive blonde stepped onto the porch, feeling the slick, sexy rub of her cunt-lips against one another.
Opening the door, Jean was about to step in and confront her books when she heard the dull thudding of hooves behind her. Turning in the doorway, she saw Clint Beddingfield riding toward her. He was the man she had hired to manage the stables and the feeding and grooming of her five horses.
Jean felt herself step back into the house almost defensively and was stopped by the gentle pressure of something against the seat of her riding pants. It was Scout, her pet Doberman, nuzzling her ass with shocking familiarity. Or, Jean thought, slapping the dog's mouth away from her ass, was that just her imagination, something she was reading into an innocent move? The woman closed her eyes again, bracing herself against the doorway. Oh, it was going to be a difficult day indeed.
"Hi, Miss Browdy," Clint said, rearing the black stallion about and cocking back his cowboy hat.
Jean nodded, feeling Scout push his snout up against her ass once more and applying pressure up to her ass-crack. Jean let out a little cry, pushing the Doberman back with one hand while stepping out onto the porch.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Beddingfield,, , she said a little coldly, pushing some hair from her eyes.
She studied the big, handsome ranch hand carefully, her eyes taking in his broad chest, his muscled arms, his sun burnt face and cocky eyes that seemed to mock her every time she spoke to him. Jean felt terribly ill at ease in front of the man and wondered if he could tell.
"Just got through exercising the mare and put her in a separate corral from the others. Think she's going into heat," he said with a grin, his straight, white teeth appearing just below his black moustache.
"Oh!"
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"Yep. Can't have that mare prancin' around with the others. Ruins their riding. All they can think about is her jumpin' around and showin' off everything so-"
"That's enough, Mr. Beddingfield!" Jean snapped, tilting her chin up and feeling her pussy-walls buckle under the rising heat. Why did he have to give her such a vulgar description of a mare in heat? She knew what heat was-at least, she had read about it in books and had seen enough there.
"Sorry, ma'am. Just thought I'd tell you about it so you know you can't show her off for a while. Doesn't take long for 'em to work outta it. They're not like...well, never mind, ma'am."
Not like a woman, Jean thought, knowing full well what he was thinking of. Scout crept out onto the porch and pressed up against her side, panting heavily.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Beddingfield? I'm a little tired and have to go over the books," she said, pushing the Doberman gently away with her foot.
"No, that's about it, ma'am. I'm gonna take Thunder here out for a good ride, then rub him down and leave. I'll see you tomorrow, then, Miss Browdy. We've got a full day of classes."
"See you then, Mr. Beddingfield," Jean said in a dismissing tone of voice.
She had managed to carry it off once again, maintaining the icy surface, while below she was boiling and reeling with a wild lust. She had been afraid her face would show her thoughts, her smoldering desire to be fucked! Jean realized her breathing was shallow and rapid and wondered if it had been that way in front of him. No, she was certain it wasn't. She had handled herself wonderfully, masking her feelings, while he had spoken to her in that mocking tone of her voice.
Had he smelled her hot cunt? she wondered. The dog certainly had, Jean thought with a shudder as she closed the door and stared at Scout. He was squatting on the large throw rug, his tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth, his pointy, black ears pricked forward while his chest heaved rapidly in and out. Those eyes, those brown eyes staring at her, made the woman tremble.
Jean dropped the riding crop, briskly rubbing her fingers over her upper arms. She was foolish, Jean thought, shaking the vague, disturbing thoughts from her mind and walking briskly to her office. She was a business woman, someone who had a school to run and men and women to manage. She would show them all she knew what to do when..."Ohhhhh!"
Jean stopped, wheeling about the moment she felt the animal's damp, cold nose on her calf, then again halfway up on her thigh. How dare he do something like that? It was a horrid breach of etiquette to have brushed up against her in that awful way.
"Get away from me, you. Scout, this just isn't right. Get away!" Jean said, bending over and shaking a warning finger at him.
The Doberman sank to the floor, resting his head on his forepaws and shaking with frustration. He whimpered, his nostrils quivering with the scent of her hot pussy just a few feet away.
The woman put one hand to her forehead and felt just how warm she was. It was then Jean realized her nipples were starting to stiffen and throb against her bra. She had to collect herself, she thought. She had to bring herself back to normal. Oh, if only Clint Beddingfield were here. Surely Scout wouldn't be touching her that way, making her feel as if she might give into him.
"No!"
Straightening, Jean marched into her office, turning on the desk lamp and shuffling through a stack of uneven papers. She had to get the quarterly figures out for the deposit of sales tax. There would be hell to pay if she failed. There just wasn't any time for frivolous thinking about fucking around with Scout. But there behind her was the Doberman, having pushed the door completely open and stalked in. He was making whistling noises through his snout and he barked twice at her. When she started to turn, Jean felt his nose between her legs. "No!"
Her hands were shaking. The woman dropped her papers to the floor and backed away as if she had touched something incredibly filthy. She shook her head, drawing her hands to her tits. She should leave, she thought. She should run up to her bedroom and lock the door. Jean realized, however, she would be running from herself as well as the beast in front of her. All the frustration, all the denial now came crashing down around her as she stared at Scout.
"This is silly. This just can't be happening," she whispered, collecting the papers from the floor and stacking them neatly.
She decided to ignore those thoughts, just look the other way and hope for them to go. Scout would realize she just wasn't interested in playing his games and would trot off to some corner. But as Jean moved around to the other side of her desk, she saw the Doberman move with her. In a moment, his nose was between her thighs, bumping the underside of her cuntal mound.
Dropping the papers again, Jean kicked the animal, sending the toe of her boot sharply into his side. Scout jerked with the force of the blow, regrouping fast and attacking her. Jean watched in horror as the Doberman opened his mouth and clamped his killer fangs around her boot. She could feel the heat from his mouth and she screamed, losing her balance and sliding down to the carpeted, office floor.
"Help! Oh, God in heaven, somebody help me!" she shrieked, kicking back at the big animal. He twisted his head around, bracing his forepaws against the heel of her boot while still keeping his teeth sunk into the soft, black leather.
Whimpering, her eyes wide with fear, Jean pulled back from her attacker. The narrow crease between her cunt and ass-hole puckered up with goosepimples while her cunt simmered with a biting, pinching heat. Scout was staring at her while he continued holding onto her with his teeth.
Jean let out another cry, twisting around and stretching out one arm toward the black, leather wing chair. Curling her slender fingers around the leg, she hauled herself away from the dog, kicking rapidly against his mouth with her free leg.
"Filthy...disgusting animal, get away from me! God, get him away from me!"
Scout let go of her boot, then jumped onto her thighs, his forelegs spread wide apart. Dangling between his hindquarters was his long, red, knobby and hard cock. In shock, Jean gaped open-mouthed at his prick, realizing exactly what was on the dog's mind. He had smelled her cunt and, just like those stallions in the corral, was hell-bent to fuck.
"God, no, no, help me!"
Somehow, she had managed to climb to her feet, ducking behind the chair, searching wildly for something to fend off the attacking beast. Scout stood in front of the woman, snarling, his ears flattened back, while he kept on sniffing her pussy. Then he darted to the right and came up behind her, licking the soft skin behind each knee, then jumping up and trying to knock her back down to the floor.
"Stop it! Scout, oh, God! God, what's gotten into you?"
He was butting her thighs apart with his head, licking his tongue up and down her flesh, making her feel so weak.
Reaching up, Jean found herself unfastening the loose knot of her white blouse. It was so warm in there, so hot, and the dog seemed to be making her hotter.
She kicked down at the beast, drawing herself away from him, looking at the partially opened door. The door was only a few feet away from her. If she ran for it, she might be able to close it in time, she thought, trapping Scout inside until tomorrow. Then she would have him destroyed. She would have him put out of the way so he couldn't do that to her or her girls again!
"Ohhhh!"
Quickly, Jean rushed from behind the wing chair, her arms stretched out in front of her while she ran across the floor. The door was just out of reach-the safety she needed to be rid of that terrible menace.
But Scout had suspected his mistress would do something rash. Dashing around to the side, he bounded in front of her, his forelegs widely spread in front of him, his head down, his jaws parted while a low, throaty growl escaped from his mouth. Jean didn't care, brushing past him, feeling his hot, panting breath on her legs.
But Scout again moved fast, jumping forward and catching the heel of her boot. Rearing back, digging his hind legs into the carpeting and pulling her back away from the doorway.
Jean screamed, her eyes wide, her mind reeling. He was pulling her down. He growled and struggled back with her, dragging the screaming woman back into her office.
"No, stop, no! Oh, God, no, this can't be happening to me!"
Jean stumbled back, her legs becoming entangled around one another. She felt herself topple toward the floor, her balance gone. The blonde caught a glimpse of the animal behind her, still pulling her back. Then Jean crashed to the floor, her head striking one arm of the wing chair.
The blow to her forehead stunned the woman temporarily. She rolled onto her back, one arm draped carelessly over her eyes. She realized a steady, licking sensation was making her cunt feel very good. She could smell the odor of her pussy-that musky, pungent aroma that wafted from her hot, wet cunt. She could feel his warm, furry body rub up against her legs while his tongue slipped up and down the crotch of her riding pants that was pressed into her cuntal slit.
Jean drew her thighs together, trapping the animal while she kicked her riding boots from her feet. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her, too determined to bring her to her knees. She couldn't help herself for hating him, for loathing him for what he was doing to her. And yet, there was something in her she felt give way, collapsing under the Doberman's steady lapping.
Jean raised her knees slightly from the floor, then slipped out of her riding breeches. The resulting tension in her cunt made her outer cunt-lips peel stickily, shiveringly apart. Scout saw his victory and barked, drawing his tongue around until it was sneaking under the elastic leg bands of her panties.
"Ohhhhh..."
Scout growled low in his throat, twisting his head around and biting down on her panties. He was trying to pull them off to get at her cunt.
Jean felt his hot touch, that wet, scalding touch of his tongue against one exposed, plump cunt-lip. The sensation made her jerk back as if touched by an electric wire. She dug her heels into the floor, drumming her legs against the carpeting. On her elbows, she scooted back, her eyes still wide with disbelief as they took in the excited animal licking between her legs.
"Scout, oh no..."
He was back to her panties once more, successfully tugging them down to her knees. Jean was unable to reach her soaked briefs for fear of having her fingers nipped. Scout watched her as if she were a specimen to be examined. And all the while he was pulling those panties back, drawing them down her calves, over her ankles, tugging them completely from her body.
Scout was triumphant, shaking the briefs as if they were a dead rabbit he had just caught and killed. Tossing them to one side, the animal went back between Jean's spread thighs, growling low in his throat while bracing his forepaws up against her ass-cheeks.
Jean felt that touch, that wonderful touch of his tongue against her cunt. There was no material to break the sensation of his mouth against her pussy.
Jean shivered, then fell back onto the floor, curling her fingers into the carpet piling and clawing slowly. It was horrible and wonderful, mind-splintering, as she lay sprawled on the floor while the dog fed on her pussy.
And, Jean thought, as she looked at the Doberman through her long, dark lashes, there would be more, far more in the future for her and Scout.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oooooh...no, this...this isn't real! It can't...can't be happening to me!"
Jean tucked her ass away when she felt Scout's tongue touch her cunt a second time. The tiny muscles guarding her pussy cinched down tight, making her nerve endings tingle and sputter with delight. Jean didn't like that sensation. She thought it was wrong to be having the dog doing that to her. She had to be losing her mind to let that animal lick her, touch her with his tongue, make her thighs shiver while her tits seemed to swell to tremendous proportions in her bra!
Scout moved forward again, holding her with his forepaws while drawing his tongue up the backs of her calves. Jean felt her elbows slip out from under her and she fell flat on her back. She stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, listening to the slick, licking sounds of the dog's tongue against her pussy.
Jean felt her ass-cheeks pull more tightly together as the Doberman touched a particularly sensitive spot in her cunt. He was pushing forward a little more now. She could feel the pressure of his mouth against her pussy-walls, the touch of his small, bristly hairs tickling her clit.
Jean jerked her knees up several inches from the floor, bringing her feet up and rubbing her toes against the dog's furred, warm sides. She liked the sensation of his coat against her toes, making the sensitive spots between them tingle and itch!
Scout liked her touching him, too. She could hear the happy, lusty little grunts he was making as he fed on her cunt. It was unbelievable, but now the woman found herself moving her hips forward, letting her legs fall back and spread apart for the big, black Doberman. Snarling, Scout put one foreleg up against one ass-cheek and shoved his mouth into her cunt.
Jean bucked, arching her spine while clawing wildly at the carpet. It was like getting fucked! It was like having a man's prick start to slide into her, pushing her pussy apart, touching all those deep, secret itchy spots in her cunt. Jean let out cry after cry, gasping, while the animal twisted his furred snout in her cunt.
"Scout! Oh, you bad, bad doggie! Oh, my God, what you're doing to me!"
Jean felt her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her flesh. She was perspiring heavily, dots of sweat on her forehead as the animal continued to lick and lap into her pussy.
Jean found herself fucking back, jerking her hips up and down in sharp, fucking movements. She wanted to have that animal lapping her cunt, fucking her with his tongue, sticking his tongue in all the way and licking her ass until she was dripping with his spit.
Scout was grunting with excitement, pawing her, trying to roll her over. Jean opened her eyes and stared down at the big Doberman, realizing at once just what he had in mind. He wanted to fuck her. God in heaven, she thought, he wanted her to get over on her hands and knees and crouch down in front of him as if she were some gutter bitch!
Jean nearly laughed at the thought. She, the mistress of a riding school, was going to get fucked by one of her own pets! But the laughter turned to a groan as the animal dropped his mouth down onto her cunt-hair and gouged his claws against her thighs.
He was fucking his long snout up and down against her flooded, slick cuntal folds. She could feel his snout as if it were a prick, a cock-just what she had wanted all along.
Peering down, Jean could see the animal's nostrils were wet with her fuck-juices. Licking was one thing. Jean could understand that, having one wet surface rub against another. But having a dog fuck her was going too far! There were limits, boundaries over which people shouldn't cross. That had to be one of them.
"No, Scout, touch me, touch me with your tongue, but not...not that!"
Scout whimpered and whined, pushing his forepaws harder against her upturned ass-cheeks. He was licking sloppily over her cunt harder and harder, stiffening his tongue and rolling it deep in her.
Jean arched her spine, pushing her head into the thick, carpet piling while dragging her fingers over the carpeting. Scout's tongue was the closest she had been to ecstasy while operating the school. And now the dog was demanding more of her!
"Scout...ooooooh...huhhhhh!"
Her mind was exploding again and again as she hovered between denial and acceptance. Then Scout began licking teasingly at her clit, petting her tiny sex-nub again and again. It was the best thing that had happened to her in years.
Scout's touch was driving her out of her mind. She worked her ass around in frantic, little circles, crying out while she thought the dog's licking was everywhere at once. She wanted to have his tongue everywhere at once, touching her clit, lapping into her pussy, scouring her cunt until she came her brains out! The school, her money, nothing mattered any longer. All that counted was having the beast on top of her, licking her cunt.
"Good doggie...oh yes, good, good, that's good, you touching me like this...ummmm, yes, Scout, touch me, lick me...ohhh, yesss!"
Jean could feel her cuntal walls spasming. She could feel those itchy muscles try to grab onto the dog's big, black snout as he drove his maw into her. He was pushing her back, his forelegs braced against her ass-cheeks while his shoulders pushed into her.
Jean felt the big muscles in her ass and thighs cramp. She didn't want to cum. She knew Scout wanted to fuck her. She was going to let him. Something had pushed her over the edge. Something had changed her mind. Lowering her legs, petting the dog gently with the insides of her knees, Jean decided he was going to fuck her.
"Come on, boy," she moaned, wanting to hurry so she didn't have enough time to reconsider. "You want to fuck me? Then come on. Fuck me, boy, fuck me!"
Jean rolled onto her stomach, then pushed herself up into a crouching position. The world seemed to spin around her as she readied herself for the animal's fuck.
Scout was barking behind her, raising one foreleg and touching her naked, shivering ass-cheeks. Jean groaned, dipping and plunging her ass around and around while feeling the hot, seepy heat of her pussy grow more and more concentrated. She couldn't wait any longer.
"Fuck...fuck..."
Jean was babbling like a maniac, throwing her ass around to urge the big animal on. Her blouse hung open like a rag, her hair curtaining her face. She was on her hands and knees, her head lower than her ass while her tummy sagged slightly toward the floor.
She was in the bitch-fucking position, one she had seen several animals in before being mounted by their mate of the day. She snorted through her nostrils, begging the animal to fuck her now. She had to have his prick now. A flash of lust and excitement rushed through her reeling mind. It had been so long, so very long since a man had touched her. And now it was a dog, a Doberman about to mount her.
She wanted it, needed it. Those limits she had thought about were a thing of the past now. All that mattered was having that beast topping her, sticking his cock-meat into her, taking care of the lust she felt churning inside her like a hurricane.
"Ohhh!"
He was on her now, his forelegs braced against the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks while his hind legs pranced nervously on the floor behind her. Jean let out a groan, lowering her head to the floor while curling her fingernails into the carpeting.
Jean felt his powerful forelegs tighten around her chest, gripping her while his hindquarters drew up behind her. He was all the way on top of her now. A warm trickle of cuntal juice ran down the insides of her thighs, exciting the woman even more.
Jean closed her eyes, grinding her teeth as she felt something very hot and very stiff rub up and down her ass-cheeks. It was his cock, that wonderful, hot, knobby prick pushing up into her until he would bury it in her hot, juicy cunt. Jean thought of what was about to happen and let out a groan of delight. Her pussy seeped hot moisture and seemed swollen open as she knelt there in her office.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes...oh, God, fuck me, Scout, don't put it off, fuck...uhhh!"
He touched her with his prick, then shoved it in. She felt his pointy, little cock-head spear into her wet, jagged fuck-crack with a sharp jerk. She stiffened, throwing her head up and snapping it back while her spine arched. Jean backed into the dog, wanting more sensation, more of the touch of his prick in her cunt. She bit her lip until she could taste blood.
It was so good having his cock-meat in her pussy! Jean shook her head, crawling forward as if crawling away from something terrible. But it was good having that wonderful dog fuck her, making her cunt feel so itchy, the way she had been wanting her pussy to feel for so long!
"Uh!"
Her head throbbed from the excitement rushing through her body. She perspired under the warm, furry body of that Doberman topping her. She felt his toenails scrape along her sides while his head nestled between her jutting shoulder blades.
The animal growled, stopping his jerky, fucking movements and letting out a long sigh. She felt his hind legs jerk around a little more while he shifted position behind her. Then once more he began fucking her, all those delightful, little bumps and knobs on his prick acting like little stimulators to her nerve endings.
Jean banged her head against the desk, pressing her forehead against the cool wood while the animal kept on driving his cock-meat again and again into her cunt. She felt her cunt grow hotter while her juices sprayed from her violated fuck-hole. Jean found herself thinking about Clint, then about that wonderful, black stallion he had been riding. Horses! Men! Dogs! They were all coming together in her pussy and it was excellent. She crouched there and let the big beast fuck her.
"Uhhh...oh, God, God, it's so good, so good it's gonna kill me!" Jean wailed, throwing her head back and twisting her body like a snake.
She nearly knocked the Doberman from her back as she let him fuck deep into her cunt. The woman sobbed, wishing she could take off all her clothes and feel the animal all over. But it was too late for that. The sensation of his panting breath against the back of her neck made her snap her head back, writhing her ass continually and feeling the animal's cock gouge smartly against her convulsing cuntal walls.
"Uhhh...huhhhh!"
The dog's crotch slapped against Jean's ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his furred underbelly against her ass-hole. Every scratchy hair seemed to find a little nerve ending around her shitter. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and ass-hole drove her crazy.
Jean shoved back against the dog's pounding prick like a wild woman, her ass weaving and arching while her mind threatened to blow out of control once more.
"Eaghghghghg!"
She didn't care if half the school heard her halting cries as the dog fucked into her again and again. All she cared about was to have the sensations increase until the swelling, spinning knot of tension in her belly and pussy swept over her.
The thrusting of the Doberman's cock was knocking her forward even more, batting her head against the desk like a ram. She cursed, her head rolling from side to side as she clawed at the carpeting. She drove her shoulders forward, her head bobbing about while the dog fucked hard and fast, hard and fast into her convulsing pussy.
The throbbing ache in her heavy tits needed more. She backed against the dog, reaching up with one hand and squeezing her tits. If there were only some way the dog could touch her nipples and tits while he fucked her, she thought. That would be the best thing that could happen to her!
"Fuck...oh yes, yes, fuck...fuck!"
Maybe if he fucked her on her back the next time! Yes, the next time!"
"Scout...oh, God, do it, do it!"
Jean felt crazed with lust as bolts of electricity shot from her cunt and seared her clit. She thought her pussy would surely grind off the dog's cock. Even the soft firmness of her ass tensed, her ass-crack grabbing at the body hairs of the big animal.
"Fuck..."
It was almost like a battle, a deadly struggle on that floor. She squeaked with delight, the pile driving thrusts of the Doberman's cock battering her head against the desk harder. Jean growled like a dog herself, a low, harsh noise that ripped at her throat. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was going to explode any second. She could no longer control her climax nor herself. She hated the excitement rushing through her as much as she craved it.
Jean tried to hold off. The immense furnace of heat in her cunt grew and grew. She could hear the squishing of her juices between the heavy slaps of the dog's belly against her ass. With just a little more clenching of the rim of her cunt she would be able to bring herself and the dog off. She knew she would be able to do it. Then the two of them would sail off in a world of wonder and delight.
Her cunt felt so hard, nearly as hard as Scout's fucking cock-shaft. The tension in her pussy was building until the clamping tightness was almost like a tremendous effort for the woman. She growled again, tossing her, head from side to side.
She had no energy for anything else than fucking. There was nothing else in the world worth much except fucking...fucking with the dog, she thought. All Jean's energy, all her so being was focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning rod of prick-meat in her pussy. The dog tightened his grip once more, panting heavily against the back of her neck.
Jean knew the dog's cock was about to go off now. All she had to do was wait for his first spurt, then she would be going off herself. That sensation of his cum spattering against her cuntal walls would be enough to push her over the edge. Jean clawed at the rug once more, clamping her cunt tight around the dog's fucking prick.
"Ummmmm!"
She froze, feeling his prick thicken. The pounding beat of his cock-thrusts slowed for an instant, then went back to the fast beat. She heard the animal grunt, felt him hunker down against her back while his tail brushed jerkily against the balls of her feet. The young woman prepared herself, grinding her teeth while bracing herself for the first big cum in a long time.
"Ahhhh!"
There it was! She felt that furious, savage jab, that downward thrust that had his prick-head nearly touching her womb. He was shooting in her. Blind with determination, Jean held on, jerking her ass from side to side, crying and laughing while the Doberman fucked deep and started spraying her cunt with his jizz. "Ooooohhh!"
Jean felt a blast of cum hose down her pussy. She gasped, blowing out the breath she was holding. Her cuntal walls buckled, then crashed in as if toppled by an earthquake. The first massive fuck-jolt of her cum shattered the woman completely. She felt her cunt go into spasm. Her cuntal muscles gripped Scout's cock while her hips jerked uncontrollably. Jean heard herself scream while the dog's claws scratched along her sides.
The terrifying impact of her climax tore outward from her cunt. Jean could feel the tension in her nipples, her fingers, her toes. She was on fire. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, the ripples left an echo of nothingness that stopped life itself, it seemed, until the next internal blast.
Jean sobbed, knowing that Scout's spurting, jabbing, gut-spraying prick-shaft would soon soften and pull from her pussy. She wished she could have his cock there forever, blasting jizz into her cunt.
"Ahhhh..."
Her cunt had betrayed her. She wasn't the cool, sexless instructor so many of her students thought. She was a vital woman who had knelt down on the floor of her office and let the Doberman lick her and fuck her!
Jean could feel her cunt milking more and more cum from the dog's tiny, swinging balls. She could feel the jizz oozing down the backs of her legs and thighs as her knees scraped over the carpeting.
"Scout..."
She could hardly pronounce his name as the big Doberman crawled from her back and walked dazed to one corner of the room. Jean swayed dangerously, then collapsed exhausted to the floor, her hands covering her flushed face. She was half naked, her full, taut ass-cheeks exposed.
Jean lay there for several minutes, drinking in the warm, delightful sensation of sexual afterglow. It was only when reality began to creep in that she realized the office door was still open. Anyone could come in and find her there, stretched on the floor with the dog nearby licking his shrinking prick and balls. It wouldn't take them long to determine what had happened there.
"I must be losing my mind," she whispered, pulling herself up from the floor and staggering to the door. Shutting it, Jean looked down at the dog still busily licking himself. "You naughty, naughty dog, you...you naughty thing."
Jean was unable to restrain a smile. It would be hard to keep from grinning, considering all the delight that beast had given to her.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, she's nothing more than a dried up, old bitch."
"Wendy."
"Well, she is!"
The two young girls led their horses along the rolling fields, both holding the reins loosely in their hands. The horses behind them obediently walked, their heads down while Wendy Urban and Cassey Granger talked.
"She's just trying to follow rules, that's all," is
Cassey said in defense of Jean Browdy.
"Rules, schmules! We can't talk about boys, can't do this, can't do that. I'll bet she hasn't fucked anyone at all!"
"Wendy!"
Cassey felt a shiver race through her cunt. Her friend sometimes frightened her. Wendy went a little far with all her criticisms, and now she was saying terrible things about Miss Browdy.
"She's just so dried up. If she weren't, she'd have guys down here. Instead, it's all girls, and all she does is instruct on riding. I mean," Wendy said, turning, her face deadly serious, "that's all she does."
"But that's what she's supposed to do. Look."
Cassey pointed to the three girls riding very slowly, their stiff bodies and slow gait reflecting the nervousness they felt. Miss Browdy was in back of them shouting encouragement, riding up to them and assisting the girls.
"Well, it seems awfully boring to me, even if she is making some money at it," Wendy said with a shrug, kicking a loose clod of dirt with the toe of her riding boot. "Seems there'd be something exciting around here to do except ride your ass off."
"Come on, Wendy, you know I don't like hearing you talk that way," Cassey said, blushing at the dirty word.
"You're going to be as bad as she is now," Wendy said impatiently, tugging at the reins. The black stallion behind her came up obediently, nudging the back of her ass with his muzzle playfully. "Hey, take it easy, you're not one of the boys, you know!"
"He's just being...well, curious and all that," Cassey said with a blush. She had seen the way his long nose had sneaked up into her ass-crack while his tongue left a long, wet spot on her friend's ass. Wendy frowned, feeling back around her ass-cheeks with her fingers and making a face.
"Filthy...hey, I've got an idea!" Wendy said, eyeing her friend, then looking over the fields and watching Jean ride off with the three beginners. "Come on. We're going to ride to the barn, and not just to put up these horses!"
Cassey followed along, brushing the hair from her face. It was getting cloudy and cool. The wind was ruffling the white blouses the girls wore. Wendy grinned suspiciously when the horse nuzzled her pert, little ass from behind once more. Dust in the air prevented her friend from spotting the latest touch. They kept their heads down, stumbling toward the large, red barn with the animals in tow behind them.
"Whew! That was a bit of awful!" Wendy exclaimed, brushing the dust and loose straw from her breeches and blouse.
Cassey came in behind her, patting her nervous, brown stallion on the side, then leading him to his stall expertly. The two girls, no taller than five-foot-three, were expert at caring for these animals.
"Don't put him away...at least, not yet," Wendy said with a restraining hand laid on her friend's shoulder.
"What are you talking about? We've ridden them and walked them. You know the rules. You take them in the stall..."
". . . and rub them down, feed them, then lock up before you leave," Wendy said in a mocking voice. "Yes, I know them. But I've got plans for my horse."
"Plans?" Cassey asked innocently, turning her animal around and starting to rub him down with a white towel.
"His name's Thunder. Clint-likes to ride him. You know Clint, the big honcho around here? For a while, I thought he was fucking Ms. Browdy. But now I don't think so. Anyway, just think," Wendy said, leaning against Thunder and stroking his sides. "Clint had his legs around his back riding him, his cock and balls rubbing up against Thunder's back!"
Wendy laughed impishly, giggling harder as she saw her friend wince at the mention of those words.
"So what?" Cassey asked bravely, starting to brush the animal in front of her.
"So? We might not be able to have Clint, but we've got the horse...horses," she corrected, nodding at Cassey's brown stallion.
"Wendy..."
Cassey stared open-mouthed at Wendy, then at Thunder. She shook her head, the towel dropping from her fingers. If she understood her friend correctly, it was a terrible, awful thing Wendy was saying.
Wendy leveled a provocative glance at Cassey, then walked over to the barn door and shut it, slipping a long, wooden board over the two iron hooks fastened on either side of the doorway.
"It'll be fun. Come on, don't be such a prude," Wendy said, reaching up and slowly undressing.
First came the Scottish-style blouse, opening at the front, then sliding off her narrow shoulders. Next came the boots, then her riding breeches, puddling around her feet. Wendy reached around, unfastening her bra, then sliding her fingers down under the translucent, white nylon of her panties and pushing them down around her ankles.
Blushing furiously, Cassey found she couldn't turn away from her friend. Wendy was bending over, prodding around in the brown fur of her own cunt. With a sticky, little sound, her outer cunt-lips came open. Cassey blushed to the roots of her light, blonde hair.
"Now, I'm gonna ride him to the back stall, and ride him naked. I've dreamed about this, you know, Cassey?"
Tentatively, the naked brunette slipped one foot in the stirrup, hauling her leg up over Thunder's back, then slipping onto the saddle. Wendy beamed, leaning forward and hugging the beast around the neck. The reins dropped to the barn floor. Sliding up, she rubbed her naked cunt over the base of Thunder's neck.
Letting out a little cry, Wendy threw back her head and moved the horse away from Cassey. Her nipples were starting to harden and turn a deep, ruby red. Cassey could see that and she reddened for her friend. Wendy clung to the stallion's bushy mane with one hand while lowering her free hand to her cunt.
Wendy spread her fingers, dipping the second one into her pussy and searching around in the damp muskiness while guiding the animal into the far stall. Wendy pushed her little ass back, bobbing it up and down against the front of the saddle. It felt good having the saddle press up against her ass-crack.
Opening her mouth and forming her lips into a big O, Wendy bobbed her hips up and down, tensing her thighs until they ridged against the stallion's shoulders. Her tits began jiggling against one another as she bobbed up and down, up and down, a sheen of perspiration glistening over her body.
Cassey had locked up her stallion and was now standing by her friend, gawking at the young teen as she rubbed her body against the horse. Thunder stood there, twisting his head around every now and then to stare at the young girl, shaking his body and snorting through his quivering, black nostrils.
Soon Wendy calmed, grabbing fistfuls of the horse's mane in her fingers and setting her jaw firmly. The animal pawed the barn floor nervously, raising small clouds of dust and stubble.
"It feels far out, Cassey! I mean, like the highest, you know?"
"It's not right, Wendy. I mean...what you're doing on him and all.. . "
Cassey bit her lip, feeling queasy about the whole situation. She had never thought about doing something sexual with an animal, especially one so big. She had thought about fucking with guys. She and Wendy had thought about fucking with guys and Cassey guessed her friend had gone pretty far sometimes.
But with animals...that was something else, something completely out of line for anyone, Cassey thought. Her friend was rutting like a mare in heat, bouncing her ass against the saddle while straddling the stallion's lower neck. And yet, Wendy looked so sexy up there-her white, naked body contrasted against the horse's black flesh.
It was like something out of a porno movie, Cassey thought, if she had ever seen one of those filthy things. Wendy bent down once more, rubbing her tits over the animal's back and kissing his mane.
"Oh, he's so beautiful, Cassey! I think I'm gonna let him do things to me."
"Things?"
Cassey trembled at what that implied. Wendy slowly dropped from the horse, lighting on the ground and smoothing her hands over his sides. She whispered his name in his pointy ears, laughing as he nuzzled his flat, black muzzle against her tits.
"He's gotta get excited first. I mean," Wendy said, licking her dry lips, "he's curious and all that, but I don't think he knows what I've got in mind."
"What do you have in mind?" Cassey asked, her throat tight.
"Come on, take off your clothes. We're gonna have some fun. And old Miss Browdy isn't going to interfere this time," Wendy coaxed with a sly smile, moving in front of the curious stallion and sitting down in front of him.
Cassey hesitated just a bit, feeling herself suddenly borne up in a wave of lust and excitement. She watched her friend play with herself, the expression on Wendy's flushed face, the tiny gasps Wendy made when she touched something particularly sensitive.
It was too much for Cassey to withstand. She took off her clothes, pulling them from her as if she were on fire, hurrying while watching Wendy slowly sink into a lust-filled stupor. Cassey stopped with her panties at her knees. She felt giddy.
"So, what's wrong? We're going to have some fun, and nobody's gonna get hurt. That's the best part," Wendy reasoned with a shrug.
"But Mr. Beddingfield might come in, and Miss Browdy could come in and..."
"I locked the door, remember? That'll give us plenty of time to hide. They can think what they want if they find us," Wendy snapped.
Cassey took in a deep breath, feeling her face flame red as she stepped out of her panties and wadded them into a silky ball.
"Come on, down over here, in front of the horse. I want him to get a good look at us. Good look. Come on, Thunder, come and watch us," Wendy said.
Thunder moved his head around, his big, brown eyes focusing on the two young women sitting side by side.
Wendy had raised her knees up a little and was spreading her thighs for the animal, a little shiver racing up and down her thighs indicating her high state of excitement. Cassey let out a shuddering sigh, finding that it was becoming harder and harder to breathe.
"I...oh, what are you doing?" Cassey asked.
Wendy had reached over and put her finger down, touching the tiny bead of Cassey's clit. A small shock cut through Cassey's thighs. She let out a shivering moan, licking her dry bottom lip.
"Just getting you started. Now, come on, touch yourself the way you saw me touching myself on the horse," Wendy ordered, turning her attention back to the horse.
Thunder had moved closer, dropping his head, blinking those big eyes, watching as the two girls began finger-fucking in front of him. Wendy was the hottest, rubbing her palm up and down over her cuntal mound while dipping one finger in and out of her musky fuck-hole.
Cassey was starting to finger-fuck, too. She was finding herself smiling at the beast towering over them. Thunder pawed the barn floor with those giant hooves, his eyes rolling, while his nostrils picked up the scent of their hot pussies.
Cassey could smell the heat of her body now mingling with that of her friend's. It was the vaguely musky odor that wafted up from her soft pussy. She liked that smell, enjoying it even more because Wendy was next to her. Lumps of excitement seemed to swell in her throat, choking off her urgent cries as she dug her feet into the hay and began jerking her hips up against her fingers.
"Oh, yeah, that's it, Cassey. That's it. He's got the point, too, see?"
Cassey raised her hooded eyes and saw Thunder. He was staring at her, his head down, his black flesh quivering as if he were cold. But something told the teen he wasn't. His look, that stare, made her shiver as she looked back at him. He was so beautiful, so wonderful!
Cassey moved her hand down to her pussy, using her middle finger and rubbing it down her cunt-slit. She brought her finger slowly back up, giving her clit a lingering tickle before moving it back down. She had learned to finger-fuck some time ago. Wendy had taught her. And now it was working.
But there was a difference. Now Cassey was thinking about fooling around with the horse. She thought about going up to him and letting him touch her with his tongue, even climbing onto him the way Wendy had and rubbing her pussy all over his back. What would it feel like, she wondered, mounting the beast and having his body between her legs? The very thought made Cassey quiver.
Wendy gasped, pushing two fingers between her outer cunt-lips. The feel of her hot pussy-folds pressing up against her fingers made her cry out again and again.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Wendy asked with a gasp.
"Yes, I...I never had a boy touch me down there," Cassey said with another blush.
"Well, I've been fucked a couple of times.
Didn't tell you," Wendy said apologetically, "but I was afraid you'd tell my mom. That's why I'm not too worried about this, I guess. I'll bet...I'll bet I could even have him fuck me and it wouldn't be all that bad."
"Wendy!"
That was really going too far! Cassey knew her friend was purposely trying to freak her out with that kind of remark. Fucked by a horse! Some women did that sort of thing for money, but that was in another country and all the women were sluts!
"Oooooh!" Wendy moaned.
Wendy made a face, jerking her knees up and rolling onto her side. She was kicking her legs while she squirmed over the loose hay. In front of them the horse snorted, bobbing his handsome head up and down while pawing at the loose hay. He was drawing even closer than before, the heat of his body warming Cassey's skin.
Wendy's belly heaved as she gasped in large lungfuls of air, then shallow ones. Her thighs were ridged with tensed muscles and she was pointing her toes out. Her hand was working up and down over her cunt, her two fingers wet with slickness as Cassey stared. She realized the stallion was staring as well, his eyes reflecting the fascination he felt with the finger-fucking teen before him.
"Ooooh! I gotta do it! I gotta do something with him!"
Wendy's cry frightened Cassey. There was a determination about her, an urgency Cassey had never heard before. The young teen watched as Wendy slipped in a third finger and began twisting them around. Her cunt was swollen, red around the edges of her pussy-lips.
"Ohhhh, God, it gets so...itchy!" Cassey cried.
Wendy was feeling that itchiness, too. The girl was rolling her hips slowly, moving her cuntal mound against her fingers. She was a little heavier than Cassey, her ass-cheeks jiggling with her rapid-fire fucking movements in front of the horse.
Cassey jerked around like her friend, even sticking that third finger into her pussy while keeping a wary eye on the stallion. She let her fingertips graze the tiny, ruby bulge of her clit. Immediately, a rush of wild sensations thrilled her, making her pussy-folds catch fire.
Cassey shut her eyes. The prickly feel of the hay under her ass-cheeks goaded her onto a bouncy, humping rhythm. She spread her legs, glancing at Wendy every now and then, then staring back at the horse. He was snorting, peeling back his black, rubbery lips and revealing his large, square white teeth.
Wild thoughts whirled about Cassey's mind as she kept on fucking herself with her fingers. Wendy let out another cry. Cassey was licking her lips and panting hard, feeling her chest and throat tighten. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time as she shuffled her feet back and forth, kicking up a small storm of dust and stubble.
"Oh, wow, gonna...gonna do something now! Can't hold back!" Wendy said.
Wendy pulled her fingers from her pussy, wiping them quickly against her naked thighs. Shakily, she stood up, brushing her hair away from her face. Cassey could see long streaks of cunt-juice running down Wendy's inner thighs as the girl approached Thunder.
"There, boy, there, you don't have to be afraid. We're not gonna do anything to you. Yes, that's a good horse. There we go, boy, we're gonna make you feel all right, right Cassey?" Wendy asked, turning around and looking back at Cassey over one shoulder.
"What...what do you want me to do?"
"Come up here. I've thought about this all night, and now I'm gonna do it."
Cassey rose hesitantly, moving up to Thunder, then taking him by the head and stroking his face. He snorted happily, pushing his nostrils against her tummy, then drawing out his tongue and licking over her tits. His hot, sloppy touch was shocking at first. But Cassey held on, clenching her teeth, feeling his tongue sand over her tits, making them swell.
Cassey curled her toes into the soft hay underneath, realizing to her shame she was starting to enjoy his tongue very much. The hot, sloppy lick of the horse's tongue against her tits and belly was turning her on, making her hotter than ever while her friend Wendy was moving back along the animal, cooing to him, keeping her fingers pressed to his sides.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're so...so warm and...oh, Cassey, he's like a dream come true. Look down here!" Wendy cried, her voice tight with excitement.
Cassey bent down and gasped. She had never seen a cock that big before in her life! His prick was huge, at least twelve inches, maybe more, and almost shaped like a man's prick. At least, Thunder's cock looked like all those pictures Cassey had seen in those dumb, sex education books.
Thunder's cock was large and thick and hot-looking, and his double-lobed cock-head was shiny. His huge prick throbbed and pulsed, looking as if it were going to blow to pieces at any second.
"Oh, I'm going to suck it, Cassey! I've always thought about doing that to a guy, sucking a prick. But I've been a little afraid asking them. You know, I mean, they might think I'm weird or something. But now...now nobody's around except you and me. Come on, help me suck him off!"
"Wendy!"
Her friend had to be out of her mind. Suck a cock? The thought was appalling to Cassey. And yet Wendy was on her knees already, still caressing the horse with her fingertips, sliding under his belly and moving toward his long, hard, thick prick bobbing up and down against his belly. Cassey licked her lips.
While her friend was touching Thunder all over under his belly, the stallion was licking Cassey's tits steadily, as if they were made of salt. Cassey loved the rough, sanding touch of his tongue against her nipples, rivulets of spit trickling down her chest and inching toward her hot, little virgin cunt. She could hear Wendy pant beneath the animal. Thunder whinnied, pulling back a little and shaking his head.
"I'm touching his cock now, Cassey, and oh, wow, is it ever hot! It's on fire!"
Cassey couldn't help herself. She moved away from the horse's head, bending down and crouching around the animal until she reached Wendy. Wendy was kneeling down by the stallion's hindquarters, one hand cupping the horse's balls, her other hand caressing his prick.
The way Wendy was handling Thunder's cock, the way her fingers slid up and down the full black, knobby length of his prick made Cassey shiver with delight. She could well understand why Thunder was pawing the dirt, shaking his head, neighing loudly and backing up into the stall. Wendy stretched one hand up to his tummy and stroked him again, telling him to be calm while her fingers jerked up and down over his taut, outer prick-skin greedily.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Wendy said again and again, dipping one hand back to her cunt and letting two fingers slide easily into her pussy. Cassey was next to her, crawling around until she knelt opposite Wendy. "Come on, touch it. It's not gonna bite or anything."
Cassey bit her lower lip in hesitation, then raised her hand. In a moment, Cassey felt her fingertips brush up against the horse's big cock.
"Come on, take his cock and play with it. It's wild, Cassey! You can feel the muscles jerking around inside and everything!" Wendy cried.
Cassey tightened her grip, her long, slender fingers moving up and down in a slipping, sliding movement on the horse's prick. Thunder snorted, tossing his head about once more, his legs shivering. Again Wendy had to calm him while her friend experimented.
It was wild, Cassey thought, rubbing the backs of her fingers over the stallion's prick, moving down to his cock-head. His cockflesh was very hot! Cassey licked her dry lips, stealing a glance at her friend, who was observing her very closely.
"You want to suck him as much as I do, right? Come on, then, let's do it together. He'll be freaked when he feels two tongues on his cock!" Wendy cried.
Cassey bent at the waist and opened her mouth. She thought it was so wicked doing something like that. She let her hair fall in front of her face as she bent forward a little more, sticking out her tongue and letting the tip rest just behind his fat cock-head. Wendy let her tongue slip around his thick cock-root while her fingers continued to gently massage his fat, black balls.
Thunder stood still, his eyes bulging, his nostrils flaring while his lips worked against one another. He appeared frozen for the moment, his tail standing straight out and touching the rear of the stall while both girls licked their lips and tongues against his cock.
His cock was jerking, both young teens sliding their heads back and forth while tickling the sensitive underside of the stallion's cock. Wendy was losing her mind it seemed, making small grunting, lusty sounds and sucking hard at the big beast's prick. Cassey followed suit, flicking her tongue rapidly while sucking as hard as she could against the hot, throbbing, black horse cock. Both girls felt as if they had drunk a powerful liquor, their minds spinning around and around as they kept on sucking the stallion's cock as hard as they could.
"Oh, wow, wow, I'm cumming, Cassey! He's too much for me...oh, God, no, no!"
Cassey, too, was breathlessly finger-fucking herself. She was stabbing her fingers all the way in, touching her cherry with her fingertips while rubbing her knuckles against her clit. She was gasping against Thunder's prick, finally reaching his cock-tip while her friend was flicking her tongue against Thunder's fat balls.
Twisting around, Cassey took his fat cock-head in her mouth and sucked until she felt it bump against the back of her throat. She sucked hard, so that her cheeks caved in while her tongue worked in tight, little circles around the animal's prick. Somewhere in the distance, Cassey could hear the stallion's whinnying as she sucked hard, bobbing her head around while her tits slapped together.
Cassey pulled back to catch her breath, seeing his long, black cock bob and jerk around, slick with her spit. Thunder let out a high-pitched sound, his foreleg pounding the ground while his tail swished back and forth. He was shooting, firing long, rope-like wads of jizz from his prick-head onto the straw between her legs.
Cassey held his prick, watching in fascination as more and more of his spunk shot from his cock-head. Cassey was faint with surprise and delight, moving her hand around in her pussy, pinching her clit until she felt herself topple over the edge. Her cunt-muscles cramped around her fucking fingers, then spasmed, squeezing down while that itchy sensation turned into something much greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. Cassey fell away, feeling the straw prick her back as she squirmed under the horse and came and came and came.
When she finally came to, Cassey found Wendy lying next to her, tickling her tits with a wisp of straw. Thunder was standing in his stall feeding on a bag of oats. He seemed to ignore the two naked, young women sprawled at his feet.
"Next time," Wendy vowed, "next time I'm gonna do something with him. I mean, fuck him!"
"Wow, how can you do that?"
Wendy wrinkled her forehead in thought, biting down gently on her lower lip as she squirmed her ass against the straw floor.
"I've gotta think about that for a while. But I'll bet we can do it...you and me, I mean. And then...and then maybe I'll let him have a go at you, okay?"
Cassey looked at her friend uneasily, rising from the straw and stretching her thin arms above her shoulders. She was starting to feel stiff from lying around the stall.
"I don't know, Wendy. It's still kinda new to me. I mean, I don't know if I can do it," she said, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms.
Wendy shot her a bored expression, scratching her tummy, then getting up.
"You'll do it. You'll do it because you're as hot as I am, although you won't admit it. Come on. We'd better get dressed, or old Miss Browdy's gonna get suspicious and come looking for us."
Wendy wasn't far from wrong. Jean had said goodbye to most of the girls except Wendy and Cassey. As it wasn't a boarding school, Jean began to feel concerned about the girls. They could have fallen and were lying injured, although Jean thought one of her girls had said something about seeing Wendy and Cassey near the barn.
Jean was about to call Clint and have a search when she saw the girls bounding up the hillock toward the main building. They were giggling, their long hair blowing out in the stiffening breeze. Both were the picture of innocence and youth, something that gave Jean a sharp pang as she watched them wave goodbye to her and climb into Cassey's dad's car. They were the last to go from the school, the last of her students until tomorrow when it would start all over again.
Jean sighed, watching the station wagon pull away. She began wondering whether the school was worth it or not. The school had been everything for her at one time. But now she began to wonder. Her thoughts were further excited by the sight of Clint riding nearby, rearing up his horse and turning him around.
There was a man, she thought feeling a tingle on her thighs and starting to creep up to her pussy. There was a man she could enjoy, could spread her thighs for and fuck. Why, then, couldn't she just come out and say that to him? Or at least, why couldn't she encourage him to ask her out-even for coffee, something that would bring the two of them together? Was it her pride, the pride of the employer fearing to socialize with the employee?
"Damn!"
Jean didn't know. She gripped the desk in her office and continued to stare at Clint's figure until he disappeared over the hill. He was taking one of the new horses out for a ride. In her mind, Jean could imagine the two of them together, man and horse, melted into one smooth-riding animal. She moaned like a bitch in heat, her fingernails creasing the smooth varnish of her desk.
"Damn!"
There was something she could do, something that would take the pressure from her cunt and even add joy in her life. She thought about it, thought about Scout and what he had done to her before. The Doberman was only behind the door, just a few feet from her. All she had to do was open the door and let him in.
Jean turned around, staring at the closed door. She could hear the animal pant behind there, scratching at the wood, wanting to get in and get at her pussy. Jean had to think of ways to get at Clint, to have a man at her side instead of a dog.
Shaking the thought from her mind, Jean went to the small bar she kept hidden from the girls and poured herself a small Scotch. Maybe she had no right to feel sorry for herself. After all, she was mature enough to go ask a man out. Tilting back her head and gulping, Jean felt a trickle of Scotch go down her throat. She was starting to feel a little better. She gulped more, surprised that the hot pulse between her legs was getting worse with the booze. Maybe her fingers could do the job.
"Oh!"
Jean could hear Scout whimpering and whining, wanting to get into her study. Dogs had a keen sense of smell. She knew that from the way he had snuffed around her pussy the other day. But could he sniff her out all that distance?
Jean laughed, taking another drink from the glass. Sitting on the edge of the brown, leather couch, she slipped off her riding boots, then took off her breeches and lay back. She hadn't wanted to think of sex and Clint and horses and dogs. But there it was peeking back at her, no matter how she tried to black sex out. The memory of the other afternoon was too vivid, too hot to ignore.
Taking a third gulp, Jean felt the Scotch warm her belly. She passed one hand down over her tummy, letting her fingers slip to her panties, then to her cunt-mound. The light touch gave her a chill. Keeping her hand there, the woman felt the electric thrill build fast.
The tickle of her pussy was making her nipples stiffen and throb. She rolled onto her back, rocking her hips slightly from side to side, the buttery heat spreading all over her. Jean was burning for more, more of the dog, more of anything that would take the pinching, searing, sexual heat from her cunt. Her breathing had grown shallow. She licked her lips, tossing her head on the couch.
"Oh, no, no..."
Jean wanted to finger-fuck herself. But why do that when there was a cock out there, something very alive and warm wanting to touch her. Jean found herself standing up, her knees trembling as she rose and walked to the door.
She turned the knob as the whimpering and scratching became louder. Scout was there, waiting for her the way a lover waits for his mistress. The woman hesitated only for a moment, then opened the door. She felt a rush of warm fur around her ankles, then shut and bolted the door.
"Scout, you naughty animal, you! Oh, what do you want in here?"
The dog leaped up, pushing her back toward the couch. Jean laughed, letting herself stumble down onto the sofa. In seconds, Scout was on her, his broad chest even with her crotch while he dipped his head into her crotch. Jean still had her panties on. The dog pulled back, then bit down. She felt his sharp fangs nip at her panties, tearing them.
Jean watched in horror and fascination. The soft nylon tore. Scout was growling a growl of excitement. The woman struggled on the couch, her heels digging into the soft, leather cushions as she tried squirming away from the panting, attacking dog.
"This is crazy...so crazy! He's going at me as if I were some kind of animal," Jean moaned.
The white panties hung in shreds at her ass and over her belly. Jean could feel the velvety wetness of her pussy exposed. She could feel her slick inner cunt-lips work together as she wormed higher on the couch. The woman looked around at her office. Nothing had changed. The papers were on her desk, the clock ticked steadily over her chair. Nothing had changed except her. She was letting the dog touch her with his tongue once more and encouraging him to do far more. "Oh!"
Jean jerked her thighs up, clenching her ass-cheeks together. Scout was slipping his nose under her hot cunt-mound, his tongue wetting her pussy all over. He was wiggling and whining, squirming his strong body back and forth as she trembled under him.
"Scout...oh, please, please, do it to me! Oh yes, I'm so sorry, please, do it to me!"
Scout's tongue had taken care of what little resistance Jean had had. Now she squirmed under him, drawing her legs up, rubbing her ankles against him and begging for more. She was going to let him fuck her after he had licked her up to climax.
Scout seemed to sense that and started in for her pussy right away, drawing his tongue up and down, up and down, licking at her wet, jagged cunt-slit until all her cunt-hairs were slicked down with his spit. Jean felt him slip his pointy snout into her cunt, fucking her with his mouth the way a man would fuck her with his prick. She felt her tingly cuntal muscles spasm against his bristly hairs. She tossed her thighs around while rolling her head from side to side against the sofa cushions.
It was happening already-the colored lights exploding in her head while the animal continued to lick into her cunt. She let out a growl of delight, wincing as Scout began licking at her clit seriously. It was too much sensation for her.
Jean kicked out one leg, stiffening it as she trembled like a bitch in heat under the Doberman's licking. Bouncing her ass against the sofa, the woman felt her cunt and ass drip with the animal's spit. That wonderful licking, lapping sensation around her pussy was making Jean soar close to climax once again.
"Oh yes, now, now, now you can fuck me! Oh yes, you can fuck me now, Scout!"
Jean wanted to be fucked on her back. She wanted to see the beast topping her, fucking her, driving her against the sofa as he slipped his hot cock-meat into her convulsing cunt. Scout backed away, giving her room to roll around into a crouching position. But instead, Jean only smiled, stretching out both hands between her raised legs and encouraging the animal forward.
"Come on, boy, come on, we're gonna do it this way, boy! Come on, Scout, come on!"
He stopped, cocking his head to one side, barking impatiently at her. His prick was slithering out of his black-furred cock-sheath, his pointy cock-tip glowing with lust. As the seconds ticked by, more of his doggie prick-meat slipped from his body, making Jean hotter by the second.
"Come here, boy, here!"
Whimpering, the Doberman put one paw tentatively up on her raised thigh, then placed the other, looking down and still whimpering. Jean spoke encouragingly to him, tucking her ass under a bit while rubbing her fingers against the sides of his powerful, handsome head.
In a moment, Scout began climbing onto her, his stubby tail wagging back and forth nervously as Jean waited for the touch, that delicious touch of his prick-head against her pussy!
CHAPTER FIVE
Jean's ass pranced and jerked for Scout's cock as the big dog positioned himself and struggled for balance on top the rutting woman. Scout was dropping his narrow doggie ass, wagging it, letting more of his prick slip from his cock-sheath while he stared down at his mistress.
Jean held him with both hands, feeling his breath against her throat. His eyes were fixed on hers, mesmerizing her as he lowered his prick yet another inch. He was about to fuck his cock into her. She could feel her cunt-lips springing open.
"Come on, Scout, come on, be a good Scout!" she cried.
Slowly, teasingly, the Doberman dipped the hot, pointy tip of his cock into her cunt. Jean flattened her ass against the sofa couch, keeping still as she concentrated on the sensation, that tingling sensation that stabbed into her brain again and again. Her legs drew in slowly, pressing against the heaving sides of the Doberman as he fucked slowly into her cunt.
Jean could feel his body lower onto hers, his warm, ticklish fur rubbing over her belly. Peering down between her tits, Jean saw his red, knobby cock slipping in between her puffy cunt-lips. His cock was going in so slowly! She thought she would lose her mind watching his fat, knobby cock slide into her, cutting her in half, filling her the way a man's prick should be filling her pussy, right now!
"Scout!"
She had to move! She had to move her ass around. It was impossible to keep still when that wonderful dog was fucking her like that! It was wonderful having his warm prick in her pussy, stretching her, filling her cunt while scratching that itch deep down in her pussy!
"Ohhhh, yes! Yes, do it! Do it to me!"
It hadn't been long since he had fucked her cunt. But to the young woman, it seemed like centuries. She felt her cuntal muscles tighten around the Doberman's fucking prick. Spasms hit her pussy, making her nerve endings sputter and spark as she jerked her ass off the sofa cushions and pranced it madly around in mid-air.
Scout was growing more bold, sliding his paws up until his claws were braced against the soft skin behind her knees. He was completely on top of her, pressing his legs against her sides while driving his knobby cock in and out, in and out, hammering her clit with his cock until Jean thought she would go out of her mind.
He humped her hard. She was his private bitch, only his. Jean babbled at the thought, strands of her loose, blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks while her nostrils flared. Cumming. She was going to cum soon.
"Cummmm..."
Jean let out the word. It felt so good saying it, forming her lips to shout it to the world as she twisted and rutted under the big, fucking animal. Scout was going mad on top of her, dropping his ass between her white, shivering legs, squeezing his fat hunk of doggie prick-meat into her cunt until Jean came.
Scout stopped fucking, leaving his prick all the way in her cunt. She felt his cock there, jerking and twitching around. The woman moaned, keeping still, feeling her cuntal muscles milk his prick. She was pulling his prick deeper into her cunt.
Scout liked that. He jerked his head up and twisted around, letting out a howl of approval. Squeezing her cuntal muscles even tighter, Jean cinched her eyes shut and pranced her ass around in tight, little circles. Scout let out another cry, bobbing his crotch up and down, filling her cunt again and again with itchy hotness that made her stagger toward climax.
Climax, cumming! The words jumbled together in one loud crash as she fucked back for all she was worth. Her nipples stung with the spasms of climax as his fat, greasy, knobby prick slithered over her clit again and again.
Jean let herself go, her cunt fucked again and again by the Doberman's prick as he rode her down onto the sofa. He drove his powerful doggie hips up and down, slapping his crotch against hers, his balls wadding up like two crushed pillows against her split-open cunt-lips. Going wild, Jean threw her arms around the big, furry animal, hugging him tight to her body, digging her fingers into his coat while snapping her head back and feeling his tongue lap fren-ziedly against her throat. "Uhhhhhh..."
Jean twisted her body up in a broad arch and held there, pressing her belly against the dog while feeling him fuck deep into her cunt. There was a moment of pause, collapsing into madness when the itchy spasms turned into something much more. She was climaxing, cumming with a fiery fury that choked the wind from her lungs.
Jean flicked her eyelids up, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as strangled cries of joy escaped from her open mouth. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of confused thoughts, thoughts about fucking men, fucking dogs, even fucking horses, as the big Doberman kept fucking her.
"Mmmmm!"
Jean could feel him fuck down deep in her, his cum shooting out, putting out the fire that had singed her pussy and burned through her clit. Yelping and snarling nearly as savagely as the beast on top of her, Jean threw herself into the abandon of their cum as streamers of jizz spattered into her pussy and made her feel the aching pleasure that much more intensely. She sobbed and cried and laughed all at once, hugging the animal to her with all her might as the Doberman's jizz spurted down into her clenching, milking cunt-hole.
"Ohhhh, Scout, Scout!"
Jean lifted her legs, scissoring them around the fucking animal lightly. She wanted his cock in her forever! Her cunt milked at his prick, the muscles clenching at least three times for every wad of jizz his cock spat out into her pussy. Jean could feel her ass-cheeks slide on the slickness of the leather couch as she bucked up again, feeding the animal her hot pussy.
Jean sighed, rubbing her fingers rapidly in circles around Scout's sides. She was starting to come down from her sexual high. Reality began to trickle in as she lowered her legs to the sofa, holding the animal's head with her trembling fingers and staring into his soft, brown eyes. He was such a good dog, a really good dog. He had been so good, and he had made her feel so fine!
"Scout, you crazy, crazy dog," she whispered, her legs flat on the couch now. Jean could feel the animal's prick slide from her, her cuntal walls shrinking back together behind his retreating prick-head. It was a lovely, ticklish sensation that made her flesh pucker up into goose pimples.
Jean shuddered, smiling lazily at the big Doberman. He was whimpering, repositioning himself until he was lying next to her. Sighing again, Jean found herself hugging his strong, furry body. He felt so good pressed against her tummy, her cunt, her tits.
A swirl of thoughts overwhelmed her now. She was in love with fucking animals-fucking dogs, anyway. What would it be like, she wondered, doing something with Thunder, or any of the other horses? Jean felt the corners of her lips curl up as a smile crossed her face. What on earth could she be thinking of?
Jean ruffled the dog's fur, feeling his wonderful, warm coat under her fingernails. He felt nice, and that made her smile more broadly.
"You're going to pay me for these, you know?" she said, reaching over and fingering the tattered nylon that had been her panties. She sat up on the edge of the couch. Scout rested his head in her lap, looking up with his big eyes. It was unsettling what she was feeling for the big, black Doberman now.
"We're going to have to hide these, or somebody's going to find out what we did."
Scout nuzzled closer, pressing his black snout against her soft belly. Jean got up from the couch and put her breeches back on, zipping them up and feeling a little odd not having on her panties. She felt a little wicked walking about the school like that, even though there was no one around to see her.
As she walked to the kitchen, Jean felt the animal's jizz run down her thighs, that seepy, wet sensation that was both uncomfortable and naughty at the same time. The Doberman padded behind her down the hall and into the kitchen, his claws skittering over the tiles. Pausing for a moment, Jean opened several cabinets, then shrugged and opened the refrigerator. Rummaging around in the back, she found the steaks she had taken out of the freezer earlier that day to thaw. It was good having a business and living at the same location as well.
Scout looked up, his stubby tail wagging in anticipation. Jean smiled, unwrapping the white paper from the meat and putting it in the Doberman's yellow dinner bowl. It was a treat, she knew, and an expensive one. But Scout was worth it.
The things he had made her do were shameless and wonderful at the same time. That dog was bringing out feelings in her she thought were dead. Perhaps some time in the future a man would come along and make her feel the same thing. But right now she would have her affair with Scout, wrapping her legs around the big, sexy Doberman and letting him fuck her into that wonderful oblivion.
"Ohhh, you wonderful dog!" she whispered, watching him start to eat.
He went after his steak ravenously, hacking at the bones with his teeth, holding the red meat down with a paw as he tore at it with his jaws. Jean bit her lip as she watched. He was such a powerful animal, a killing beast. And yet, the things he'd done to her had an almost human tenderness.
"I think I'm going crazy!"
Jean watched for a moment longer, then turned and shuffled back to the den. The Scotch bottle rested on her desk. She got a fresh glass and filled it halfway. She put the glass to her lips and swallowed more of the burning amber liquid, feeling it warm all the way down to her belly.
No one in the world must ever find out, she thought. If the girls even suspected something was going on between her and the dog, her school would be finished. All those years of work would be tossed out the window for a moment's pleasure. She would have to be very careful. But that was one thing she was very good at. The deceit she had practiced all those years in hiding her true feelings would come in handy now in pulling the wool over the girls' eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, this is going to be so good, so very, very good!"
Jean's flesh prickled with excitement as she contemplated the days ahead of her. There wasn't going to be the unending boredom. There would only be her and the dog, and perhaps there would be other things as well. She was going to open her mind, going to experiment with herself. It would be fun, and would finally end her long spell of chastity. Taking another long drink from the glass, Jean settled back on the sofa, listening to the dog hacking away at his dinner. t t t
Several hours passed and the school lay quietly nestled in the valley. Most of the ranch hands had gone to bed, with the exception of three who remained at night and patrolled the grounds. While Jean was getting quietly drunk in the big house, a small, red Toyota crept along the east fence, its lights out. Stopping by one of the closed gates, its engine stopped.
"This is crazy, Wendy! What if your folks find out we've split...and in your mom's car?"
"It's the only time of day we can get here without worrying about people finding us," Wendy whispered, dropping the keys in her purse and peering through the front windshield to make certain no one was nearby. "Come on, I don't think anyone's around."
"But...but this is illegal. I mean, it's trespassing and all that," Cassey protested, opening her door and swinging her long legs out.
"No it isn't," Wendy countered, pushing back her long hair and looking around to make sure no one was watching them. "We belong here, don't we? Our folks pay enough for these darned riding lessons, right? So close the door and come on before somebody finds us."
Cassey bit her pouty lower lip, doing as her friend ordered and creeping along the fence to the gate.
"I'm surprised Miss Browdy lets this stay open. Guess we don't have that much crime around here to worry about," Wendy said.
"Except us," Cassey added, crouching down low and rushing through the fence. There was a large grove of elm dividing them from the house.
Wendy stood up, brushing her skirt with both hands and staring at the barn. "There it is. Nobody's gonna know we're there now. It's gonna be fun, Cassey. And you said you'd help me, remember? You promised!"
Cassey looked at her friend grimly. What on earth had gotten over Wendy? She was like some kind of maniac now. Wendy had nagged her to death all day, finally getting her to promise to come back here to the training school at night.
"Your mom..."
"Is at the movies with her friends, and dad's at work. We'll be back before they come home. Now let's go!"
The two girls crept along a low hillock to the barn, stopping when they saw a shadow up ahead. Both drew back to the bushes, dropping to their knees and holding their breaths until their lungs threatened to burst. It was Clint Bed-dingfield, whistling softly to himself, putting away some tools in the shed, then strolling away with his hands in his back pockets.
"He must have the watch tonight. Oh, Wendy, if he finds the car he'll start searching around and call the police and Miss Browdy and..."
"Come on."
Wendy dragged her friend across the yard to the barn door, testing the double doors and finding them open. Both girls stumbled in, closing the doors and bolting them shut.
"There! There's no problem now. He can't come in without using a battering ram. Listen," Wendy said, cocking her head forward and rolling her eyes up. "It's Thunder, and the others. I think Clint's got more than one stalled in here tonight. Wow! Maybe we can have fun with the whole darned stable!"
"Wendy!"
The two girls walked quietly down the narrow corridor, both hearts pounding rapidly. Thunder was the first animal they spotted. He had thrust his head over the stall door and was staring at them, his pointy ears twitching and while he bobbed his head up and down in greeting.
Cassey thought her heart skipped a beat as she looked into his beautiful, brown eyes. Suddenly, she was glad her friend had coaxed her into coming here. She could almost feel the stallion's warm tongue against her body as she approached his stall.
"Good boy, easy, boy, we're here and you know we aren't going to hurt you," Wendy said softly, reaching out and petting his long snout. Cassey had already begun to take off her clothes, slipping from her jersey and freeing her large, high-riding tits, then stooping over and slipping her panties and skirt off. "And you tried to tell me you didn't want to come here!"
"I...I guess I didn't know what I wanted," Cassey admitted.
"That's for sure," Wendy agreed, letting the horse push his snout against her while she continued to pat his sides. Then, pulling away from the animal, Wendy crisscrossed her arms and pulled her yellow, woolen sweater from her torso, the material rubbing her nipples nicely.
The horse whinnied, stomping his hooves on the ground while shaking his head from side to side. Wendy smiled. She turned to Cassey and winked, sliding her skirt and panties down with one move, her pert ass wriggling and shivering as she stepped from them, then slipped off her sandals. It was then both girls heard rustling nearby.
They froze, Cassey drawing her clothes protectively against her cunt while Wendy scooped hers up from the straw. Thunder paused, moving his big head around and pricking his ears forward.
"Oh, it's only Scout!" Wendy said, laughing with relief.
Cassey laughed with relief as well. Somehow, Scout must have gotten into the barn. Perhaps it was through the side, Cassey thought, remembering seeing the gaping holes in the walls. Well, at least it wasn't Clint Beddingfield or Miss Browdy herself spying on them. Surely that would have spelled disaster if someone were to see them now.
Wendy was about to turn back to the horse when the big dog nosed her cunt shamelessly, opening his mouth and licking down into her fuck-slit before she had a chance to do anything. She bucked her ass back, her face slackening while her knees knocked violently together. Scout pushed on, hitting her thighs with his forepaws, then dropping his head and biting her ankles and twisting his head around in an attempt to bring her down to the floor. The horse whinnied and snorted violently, jealous of what the dog was doing.
"Oh, Wendy, he's...he's trying to fuck you, I think!" Cassey stammered, her hand over her mouth.
"I...I guess so. I never thought Miss Browdy would have a dog like this, but...but why not? Come on, Cassey, maybe he wants us both!"
"No, I...I'll watch," Cassey said, still unsure.
"Okay, that's up to you."
Wendy backed down until she was in front of the horse's stall. She saw Thunder's eyes, Cassey's face, then tumbled back onto the straw. It was just what the Doberman had wanted. Keeping his paws on her, Scout began licking at her cunt, drawing his tongue up and down, up and down, wetting her cunt-fur until her pussy dripped with his spit. The young teen squirmed and wriggled her ass against the straw.
"Ohhhh!"
Her shivering moan raised goose bumps all over Cassey's body. The teen had a feeling she was in for a first-class show.
CHAPTER SIX
"Wendy! The dog's...the dog's cock is getting awfully long!"
"Oooooooh, do it, doggie, do it!"
Wendy was wriggling, her legs kicking up, then slowly settling back to the straw while her fingers clawed at the dog's bristling fur. Her face was red and pinched, looking as if she were having some terrible kind of pain. But Cassey knew what kind of pain Wendy was having-a good kind, the kind that made her gasp and moan and claw at the big, black Doberman topping her.
"Scout...Scout, oh, yes, yes! Oh, wow, Cassey, he's something else! He knows just where to touch...ahhhhhh, oh, God in heaven, he's going crazy!"
Scout's mouth worked sexily against Wendy's cunt. Then, drawing back, he made hurried, little yipping sounds, nibbling along the puffed outer edges of her pussy. Wendy had never felt anything that all-consuming before in her life.
She whimpered, tightening her thighs until they ridged. She humped up and down, up and down in soft, fucking motions against the dog's snout. It was too good to be true. Again and again, Wendy whimpered, feeling his sharp teeth against the hot, slick softness of her swelling cunt.
It was then the girl decided to turn around and let the dog fuck her. First the dog, then the horse, Wendy thought in her confused mind, wagging her ass in front of Scott. Rolling around, she wound up on her hands and knees, feeling her cuntal walls spasm, her cunt-muscles clamping down on nothing.
Wendy was hot. She had been thinking of the horse all day. And now she had a dog behind her, sniffing at her cunt, wanting to fuck her as did the stallion snorting above her. Wendy smiled weakly, dropping to her elbows while keeping her ass angled high for the Doberman.
"Come on, Scout, fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Wendy knelt there, her long hair curtaining her face, her cunt swollen open while the big Doberman hunched over her and sniffed at her moist, swampy ass-crack. Scout licked at her pussy, curling his tongue into her tumid cunt-meat, working up the girl even more until she was letting out lusty, little grunts of delight.
Wendy started rocking her hips from side to side, squeezing her ass-cheeks together. She did anything she could think of to excite the beast more and more. The teen felt she had to have his prick in her cunt. To have his long, hot, knobby cock sawing through her pussy would be the best thing ever to happen to her.
Suddenly, the world seemed to crash in around her. Wendy felt the teasing, tentative touch of the dog's forepaws against her ass-cheeks. To help, Wendy lowered her thighs, keeping her ass angled out for the dog. She groaned, grinding her teeth together as she felt the Doberman start to climb aboard. His weight pushed her ass down a little, made her belly sag as Scout climbed on her, his forelegs wrapping around her sides, his claws reddening her flesh.
Wendy jerked her head up, feeling his fur warm her body, feeling his doggie weight press her down against the barn floor. Soon, the girl could feel his chin resting against the back of her neck, his hind legs prancing behind her, rubbing up against the backs of her thighs. She let out another cry of delight, worming her body back against the dog, smiling weakly as she felt something else against her ass.
It was his prick, his wonderful, hot cock slithering up and down her cunt-crack. His cock made her tingly nerve endings stand up on end and itch and ache. Wendy grimaced, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful! Cassey was whispering something to her from the stall as she crouched there, head bent down, ass angled up, ready for the Doberman's, hot, knobby cock to slice in.
Wendy let out another little cry, feeling the Doberman balance himself carefully while he tightened his grip around her chest. He kept gouging his pointy, red cock-head up against her ass-crack, wanting to jab his prick into her fuck-hole, but not yet finding the correct angle.
Wendy sighed, feeling his knobby cock slide up and down along her ruby-red cunt-lips. More juice bubbled out from her cuntal crack, seeping from her warm, velvety pussy and oozing down the backs of her thighs. She was rutting like a bitch under the top-heavy Doberman and she didn't care. The more Wendy felt the juice seep from her cunt, the more she loved it.
"Scout...oh, God! God, God!" Wendy cried softly, feeling his prick rub up against her cuntal crack.
Scout had finally gotten the angle he wanted. She could tell from the way he was holding her that he was about to fuck her. The teenager let out another hungry cry of delight, prancing her ass around in tight, little circles.
Wendy had her eyes closed, her mouth pressed into a tight scar while a pulse leaped at her throat and head. Scout was pressing his cock into her cunt, squeezing her, grunting with the effort while his legs tightened even more around her chest. He was holding her while fucking her, holding her like a lover while feeding her pussy his throbbing prick-meat.
Scout's fucking was wonderful! Wendy shoved one hand under her belly, pushing it between her spread thighs and feeling the light, ticklish sensation of her cunt-hairs against her fingers. Her pussy was so wet down there. Scout was making her hot with all that fucking!
Wendy groaned, dropping her head, swaying from side to side. Thunder was squealing and ft neighing to her side. He was watching her get fucked and he wasn't getting any. The other stallions picked up his cry and began stomping about in their stalls, banging their bodies in helpless frustration against the wood.
Scout growled into her ear, his tongue slopping around her neck. Wendy shivered, dipping her ass. She had nearly knocked the Doberman off her back with that move and she vowed to be more careful as the animal readjusted his fucking position on her. He barked, tightening his grip around her tummy.
Wendy begged him to fuck her faster. She wanted to feel peeled open, stretched until she thought she would tear in two like a piece of tissue.
Cassey had opened Thunder's stall, then shut it with a snap, working her fingers over his sides until she was back by his hindquarters. The animal suddenly grew quiet, turning around and watching as the hesitant teen stroked his ass.
"Oh, Scout! Scout, fuck me, fuck me!" Wendy moaned, clawing at the straw in front of her.
The girl was making wheezing, little cries while spasms raced through her cunt. It felt good having Scout fuck her cunt, scratching all those itches that were starting to crop up as the seconds ticked by.
Wendy knew she was going to cum. Wendy knew she was very, very close with that animal topping her, covering her, sticking his knobby cock in her. Scout was going a little mad, growling and howling while humping his ass up and down. He scraped the tip of his cock more than once against her clit at times, then dropped his cock back down into her hot fuck-hole.
"Uhhhhh...good doggie, good...oh, yes, yes, it's so good when you fuck me this way...yes, yes, yes!"
It was so good Wendy didn't care about anything else any longer. She had forgotten about Cassey, Miss Browdy, Clint, even Thunder for the moment. There was only her and Scout, her and the Doberman fucking their brains out there in the barn while her friend and the stallion watched.
Suddenly, Scout stopped fucking, his ass frozen in mid-thrust. The girl moaned, her cuntal muscles squeezing down tight, pressing into his hard, hot prick poking up against her womb. Wendy loved that sensation of his cock throbbing deep inside her pink, lithe body.
Wendy shut her eyes, squeezing her cuntal muscles even tighter, prancing her ass around and perspiring from the effort. It was getting more and more difficult for her to breathe now! She sucked in air, loving the sensation of having Scout's doggie prick slide in and out, in and out, wriggling up into her pussy and staying there for several moments before slowly pulling out, dragging her cuntal juice with it! Wendy bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood, her ass high in the air and her ass-cheeks shivering, clenching and unclenching while the Doberman fucked his cock-meat into her cunt-hole.
"Uhhh! Huhhhrrr! Uhhhh!"
The dog was riding her down onto the floor, driving his powerful doggie hips against her ass. Wendy shook with each forward fuck-thrust, her body shaken with desire as the Doberman's fur bristled around his neck. Wendy thought no human lover could make her feel as consumed as the dog had.
Scout twisted his head around and nipped at the back of her neck. The girl could feel his strong, furred underbelly press against her ass and lower back. He was climbing her again and again, fucking his cock powerfully into her cunt.
Wendy let out a sharp cry, clenching her fingers around the loose straw as she felt her mind explode into brightly colored pieces. She wanted the dog to fuck her in every way there was to screw. She wanted to stay with the beast all night, keeping the world out while she satisfied her young pussy again and again. "Wawwwhhhhhhh!"
Wendy let out another cry, then held her breath until her eyes swam. She felt the dog tighten his grip around her tummy even more, squeezing the wind from her overloaded lungs. He was shooting something warm and sticky into her pussy. It was his jizz!
Wendy laughed and cried all at once, growling nearly as loudly as Scout. She gasped, feeling hot air escape from her cunt and nearly dislodge the animal's prick. Cunt-juice and doggie-cum oozed from her fuck-slit, dribbling down the backs of her thighs to her ankles.
Then she was climaxing, jerking and biting and kicking as her cunt itched and ached to a pinpoint of agonizing delight. Wendy choked out several cries, shaking her body as if she were a dog that had just come in from the rain, her spasms punching her nearly into a faint. She hugged her own body, cumming and cumming and cumming and wishing her orgasm could go on forever as she collapsed onto the loose straw beneath her.
Finally, her cum was over. The clenching and itching had stopped. The girl swayed on all fours, her eyes closed, her mouth opened partially as a low moan escaped from her. It had been good. Scout was off her in an instant, having retreated to some dark corner of the barn. Thunder was watching her, his eyes big.
Pushing her head up, Wendy shook the loose hair from her eyes, searching for Cassey. She had seen Cassey several times watching open-eyed from the corner. And now she was gone.
"Cassey?"
Wendy's voice sounded strained, uneven. It was difficult for Wendy to scramble to her feet. And for several moments afterward, she had to stand still and regain her balance. She called out her friend's name again, then saw Cassey rise from the stall, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand.
"Were you sucking his prick again?" Wendy asked, feeling a little woozy from the doggie-fuck.
"You worked me up...I mean, just watching you and all. And," Cassey sniffed, "besides, Thunder was pawing the ground and snorting so much I thought he'd break through. The others are doing the same."
"That's their problem. I can't fuck them all! But I can take care of one. How about him? We know him, don't we, Cassey?"
The girl blushed, nodding in agreement. Thunder was stomping in agreement, it seemed, bobbing his head up and down. When Wendy walked into the stall, she saw her friend had done good work, licking at Thunder's cock until it was standing up against his belly. Wendy stopped, her eyes glistening with excitement.
"Come on! Help me, Cassey. I don't think we have all night."
"But...but you just got through fucking Scout, and now you want...Thunder?"
Wendy ignored her friend's disbelief, backing away from the stall and looking around. Cassey sighed and moved away from the handsome, black stallion with her friend, fetching several old crates while Wendy pulled an old horse blanket from the wall.
"This ought to do it," Wendy said, breathless with excitement.
"But, you might hurt yourself," Cassey protested, still unsure of her friend's project.
"Just lead him over me. And, if you want to, you can put his cock in my cunt. I'll bet that's just what you wanna do anyway, right? Touch his prick and stick it in my pussy? You'll probably have to do it, too, I think."
Cassey shuddered at the thought. And her heart pounded with excitement at the thought of it!
Carefully putting three boxes together as a brace, Wendy draped the blanket carefully over the wood crates, then climbed on top, holding her hands in front of her and nodding to Cassey that she was ready. Her ass glistened with dog spit and cum as she pointed her toes outward until they cramped.
Hesitating only for another moment, Cassey backed into the stall once more and took Thunder by the neck, leading him forward. The horse had seen Wendy's position and knew what to do. He neighed, bobbing his head up and down, whinnying in triumph over his fellow horses trapped in other stalls.
Cassey could hear their whinnies of frustration as the big animal approached Wendy, bending his head down and drawing his tongue up in a big, sloppy lick over her pussy. He seemed to like the taste of her cunt-juice and Scout's jizz. He licked again and again, each powerful lap nearly upending the girl from the groaning boxes beneath her.
"Ohhhh, let him fuck me now, Cassey! It's okay. I'm ready. Let him fuck me now," Wendy groaned.
Wendy wasn't sure just what was the correct position she should be in. Having dealt with horses all her life, she knew how mares were fucked. But she wasn't that tall, and wasn't sure if Thunder could bend down that low to fuck her.
Angling her ass up yet again, Wendy thought of the two of them together, horse and woman, fucking, and she shivered. She had had climaxes even as a child while riding horses and thought them quite normal. Now she knew why she was so excited riding those wonderful beasts. Everything had been leading up to now, when she would be bent under the big animal with her bare ass up high, waiting to be pierced by a horse's prick.
"Come on, boy, come on," Cassey said, leading the horse up.
Wendy turned around and saw the animal's forelegs on either side of her. He put his hooves nervously on one of the boxes and found it held. Thunder moved forward a little more, his eyes rolling nervously in his powerful head while his mane shook.
Wendy could hear his hindquarters stomp around and feel the ground tremble with his moves. Then Cassey was bending down, scooting under his belly. In a second, Wendy realized Thunder was trying to find his fucking position. And Cassey was helping him to do it now, holding his cock, inching it forward until his prick was touching her cunt.
Wendy let out a cry, biting into the woolen horse blanket and tearing at the fibers. Her fantasy was coming true! She was getting fucked by a wonderful, beautiful horse!
"He's so big! I don't know if his cock will fit or not," Cassey whispered.
"Do it, do it! I wanna cock! I want that cock now, Cassey!" her friend demanded.
Cassey held his fat, black prick in her hand, trembling as she licked her dry lips and fitted his knobby cock-head into Wendy's cunt. She watched Wendy's stretched, reddened, aroused cunt-lips shiver at the touch of Thunder's prick.
Then his cock started slipping in. Cassey's eyes widened as she watched thick inches of horse cock slide into Wendy's pussy, stretching her cunt more and more, pushing out what little remained of Scout's jizz.
Thunder whinnied, pulling back a little, then dropping his powerful, black ass and forcing more of his prick-meat into Wendy's cunt. The young teen felt the horse calm down on top of her, still whinnying.
That sensation of having something that large, that hot in her cunt sent Wendy off into another world. She kicked and scratched, breaking her fingernails against the wooden crates under her as she twisted. She was impaled, skewered, by his long, black cock that was sliding more and more into her pussy.
Slowly, gradually, Wendy felt the horse slide all his prick into her. She dripped sweat, the salty, wet feeling on her flesh adding to the lewd excitement flashing through her body. Bracing her hands against the crates, Wendy began moving her ass around in circles, feeling his prick stirring her insides around and around like some giant spoon. The mass of tension was back again, swelling up like a balloon as she dragged her fingernails across the crates.
Wendy heard herself cry out, a strange roar deafening her ears as the animal drew his prick-head out a little, then shoved it back into her fuck-hole. The girl felt her entire body melt against the stallion's as she thought of the two of them riding together, galloping over the hills, sweating together while the grass and houses blurred by. And now she had his cock in her pussy, fucking her, driving his prick-meat into her while that whirling ball of sexual hunger grew and grew in her cunt!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oooooooh!"
Wendy's face was red and pinched, her knees banging up against the crate while her arms jerked in front of her. She gasped with joy, her hair curtaining her face, her toes curling until they cramped. And all the while, Thunder was fucking her, his powerful body shaking and shivering while under his belly, Cassey was making sure his fat prick stayed inside her friend's cunt.
Wendy loved having Thunder sliding up between her long, white legs, squeezing his cock-meat into her, sending sparks of delight showering into her pussy and forcing her cunt-muscles to cramp shut on the animal's cock. Thunder liked it, too. Wendy could hear the horse whinnying, the other animals neighing back in envy while the girl whipped her legs against the boxes and let Thunder fuck deep into her cunt.
And he was fucking deep into her, pushing his hunk of cock-meat all the way into her pussy and keeping it there. Her muscles worked like massaging fingers against his prick, her pussy going into spasms of joy as the big stallion kept pushing into her cunt.
Wendy cried out, digging her nails into the crates while drumming the barn floor with the tips of her toes. She hugged the overturned boxes, closing her eyes as she felt herself soar nearer and nearer to that ultimate climax. Her clit burned! It was as if someone had taken a drop of acid and put it right on her rounded, red clit!
Wendy groaned, tossing her head from side to side while her ears were filled with the roaring of her own pulse. Clenching her teeth, the girl pumped her ass up and down, impaling her cunt as much as she could, rotating her ass to add to the stirring, prodding sensation that drove all the way through her pussy. Her thighs tightened and relaxed while her ass-hole fluttered, sparks of chilly heat biting into her nerve endings.
Wendy felt herself become all cunt suddenly-all wet and hot and clenching, wanting to feel the animal's spunk shooting down into her. She could imagine the feel it would have, all that jizz spattering into her pussy, and all of it coming from his huge, black balls swinging under the stallion's cock!
Thunder started fucking faster, pumping his prick down harder into her cunt. For one wild second, Wendy thought his cock-head would start coming up through her mouth. She would be spitting out his cum as he fired it into her cunt! Laughing hysterically, the young teen gripped the groaning crates for support, fucking back for all she was worth.
Wendy could hear Cassey shout something to her, but all the girl could think of was the rocking, rolling sensation of her hips, the way her ass jiggled high in the air as the big animal fucked her. Wendy felt as if some terrible power were impaling her, splitting her in two. And she loved it! She wanted to die that way, fucked by the horse, fucked to death by his wonderful prick that was taking over her mind and her body.
"Uhhhhh...cummmmmmm!"
A mountain of lust was welling up in Wendy's crotch, threatening to blow her to pieces. She felt herself drown in her lewd sensations, her mind disappearing in the simmering, oily bath of her cock-filled cunt. Again, she thought she could hear someone yammering.
Thunder's cock was thrusting back and forth in her cunt! The friction nearly set her clit on fire. Her hips bucked and churned crazily, driving even more sensation into her overloaded brain. A great, earth shaking vibration began in her pussy and started blasting out in waves through the rest of her body.
Wendy opened her eyes wide, realizing how bright everything had become in the barn. Had Cassey thrown on the lights, or was it her own mind that had illuminated everything? Thunder's wonderful, black prick was making her half wild, turning her inside out, while he fucked deep into her pussy.
Wendy clawed like a frenzied animal at the cloth over the crates, not caring any longer if the boxes broke under her thrashing weight. She didn't care about anything. The only thing the girl wanted was that stallion, that wonderful muscular horse fucking her, fucking her until her brain shattered to pieces!
Then the mountain in her belly shattered. She could hear the explosion as if someone had put two sticks of shattering dynamite to her ears and set it off. The far-out cries she thought she had heard faded. Then a splintering noise assaulted her ears. Were the crates cracking? She didn't know. All the girl realized was that she thought she had died in the first second of her cum.
"Huhhhhhh!"
Another monstrous wave racked the young teen. She bucked back under the fucking strokes of the big horse. Her body jerked and shivered as if caught in some terrible electrical storm.
Wendy let her mind and the power of her cum escape in a long, high wail of pleasure. Her fingers dug into the crates for support while she felt the horse plow deeper into her cunt. Wendy closed her eyes and let the tapering waves of her climax carry her away like the winds of a tornado.
"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhh!"
It had been wonderful, the best thing she had felt in her whole life! Exhausted, the young teen lay draped over the crates, her body limp, slick with perspiration as the horse finished dumping his cum-load in her pussy.
Cassey somehow managed to keep her wits about her, standing up with the shaky knees and leading the spent animal back to his stall. When she returned, she found Wendy still hung over the crates, her cunt stretched, horse jizz spilling from her pussy and oozing down the backs of her thighs.
"Wendy. We'd better be going. I think I heard somebody outside."
"Huh?"
Wendy raised her head slightly, turning around and staring heavy-lidded at her friend. She felt as if every ounce of will had been drained forever from her by the horse. All she wanted to do was he there and sleep.
"Somebody's out there, I think. Come on," Cassey urged, scooping up their clothes and looking nervously at the barn door.
Wendy pushed herself through the golden cloud that had begun to settle over her brain, taking in what her friend was starting to say. She rose from the boxes, starting to take them back to their original positions. It was then she heard the rattling at the front door. Both girls froze, looking with terror at one another.
"Clint!" they both whispered.
"If he finds us he'll tell Miss Browdy, and then...and then I'll never be able to face my father again," Cassey cried, covering her face in horror.
Wendy stood there for a moment before coming to a decision.
"Let's dress fast. There's plenty of those old holes in the side of the barn we can crawl through."
"But...but the door. He'll know somebody was in here," Cassey protested, sliding her tangled panties on over her thighs, then stepping into her skirt.
"Sure. But he won't know it's us. Let 'em figure out who was foolin' around, and with what."
Both girls dressed hurriedly, stepping quietly to one corner of the barn, then crawling on their hands and knees until they found a hole big enough for them. Cassey went first, then Wendy, the latter turning and making sure Clint hadn't broken through the door.
"This way. We'll sit in the car and keep our heads down 'til he leaves," Wendy whispered once they were out of the barn.
Both girls kept to the shadows, not daring to look over their shoulders until they were safe in the car, heads ducked below the dash. Then Wendy peeped up and saw the big shadow of Clint Beddingfield slouch around the barn, checking the windows, peering in through the ventilation duct and shaking his head.
"That was close!" Wendy sighed in relief, seeing Clint shove his hands in his pockets and start lumbering off to the big house.
"I...I don't think we should come back here again," Cassey said, trembling like a wind-shaken leaf next to her friend.
"What? And miss what I went through? Never! We weren't caught this time, and we won't be caught the next. Just keep your ears listening to what happens tomorrow and see if they can guess."
"But..."
Wendy pinched her friend amiably, reaching for the keys and starting up the engine. She sighed again, glad they were about to leave the riding school.
"No buts. You won't believe how good it is having a prick like Thunder's in you. I mean," Wendy said, her voice thickening as she remembered the feel of the stallion's cock sawing through her pussy, "it's far out...better, I think, than having my cunt fucked by those guys."
"Wendy!"
The car shot out from the fence, bouncing along the dirt road until it reached the highway.
It was only when they were nearly one mile away from the riding school that Wendy dared to put on the headlights and head back home.
* * *
While the girls were carrying on in the barn, Jean was having a problem of her own in the big house. She had sworn to herself she wouldn't touch the dog again. Thinking about what she had been doing, thinking about the vow she had made about wanting nothing more than the animal in her life, the woman realized she was stepping off into some deep end, some area in which strange laws applied.
Jean wasn't certain she wanted to be there. She had done so many things with the school and had plans for so much more. There couldn't be a place in her life for more kinky sex-especially if exposure meant the end of all her dreams. She wouldn't be tempted by the dog, or anything else, for that matter. She was thirty-four, surely too old for that kind of teenaged silliness.
But something in her body refused to accept her argument. All through dinner as she sat there alone, Jean found herself thinking about Clint, her mind going over his broad chest, his sunburned, handsome face, that moustache that seemed to bristle whenever she saw him, everything about him.
It had been difficult to sit there in the living room and go through her books, the television droning in front of her. Scout had come in, standing there by the set, staring at her. Jean had closed her eyes, wishing the dog away. The Doberman stayed, whistling through his nose, wondering why he was being ignored by his mistress. Jean shook her head, feeling the pencil break over the balance sheet on her lap. She bit her lip. She had promised herself. She would have to give up that madness or it would destroy her.
Then she found herself setting the accounting to one side. She was pulling off her clothes, bending forward and unfastening her bra, letting her high-riding, big tits slap together. Squirming her ass on the couch, Jean stripped completely. Leaning forward, Jean switched off the television.
Jean was trembling as she got up and knelt by the dog and starting petting his black, silky fur. As always, he moved his head against her hand. Scout liked affection. Jean swallowed nervously, feeling her throat tighten up once again.
"Be a good dog. Get up here," she said, indicating the sofa. Jean was patting the couch cushions, feeling her face burn red. She was embarrassed at how she had so easily broken her vow to herself. Her nostrils flared while her heart beat so fast she could feel the hot blood rush through her veins.
Jean watched as Scout crossed to the sofa and bounced up, sitting on his haunches with his tongue hanging out. She sprawled slightly with her knees parted until her outer cunt-lips peeled back. Moving up, Jean kneeled next to him, petting his sides. She was burning up with lust.
For some reason, Jean was hotter that evening than the others. Her cunt was so wet! The heat was making her tremble as she looked back at the animal and saw him as he was-a beautiful, black Doberman with a high sex drive! If only she could have that in a human lover!
"Nice, nice Scout!"
Her hand had slipped under his powerful chest. Gingerly, she felt back along his thinning fur until she found the bulge of his cock-sheath. She jerked her hand away, then let it rest back on his fat, bulbous sheath. Scout whimpered, pressing up against her, encouraging her to touch him again.
Jean obliged, working her fingers around his hot, furry cock-sheath until she felt it jerk in her hands. Jean remembered the awe she had felt at the heat and thickness and power of a man's prick as her fingers closed greedily over it. And now she was having the same sensation with Scout.
"Oh, Scout, this is beautiful..."
He was whining. She could feel something, something very slick and warm, something that she knew was his prick. Looking down, Jean saw his pointy cock-head slip past the black fur and into her massaging fingers. In a moment, she had several inches of prick in her hand.
Jean worked her fingers over the animal's prick until he was shaking and shivering up against her. She didn't want to jerk him off. He was starting to make strange growls that let her know she might be going too far with her game. Jean didn't want to spoil the evening because of her own impatience.
"Easy, boy, easy, I'm not going to jerk you off...at least, not this way!"
Jean kept her fingers down around the animal's prick for a few moments longer. She was gasping, gulping in lungfuls of air, her ass twisting around on the sofa cushion, her feet prancing on the carpeted floor while more and more fuck-juice seeped from her pussy and wet m down her cuntal hairs. Trembling, she brushed the back of her hand over the tip of his cock.
Scout licked at her wrist, then licked himself. She let go and fell back on the sofa, tilting her cunt up toward him. He knew what she wanted now. Scout stared at her, whining, then nosed her thigh.
"Ummmmmm...that's it, boy! That's it, go for it! Lick me! Oh, yes, yes!" she whispered, feeling herself fall through that wonderful, black abyss she enjoyed.
It was so beautiful, leaning back and feeling the animal lick her cunt in that lovely way. He was excited, just as excited as she was. And he was licking her so hard. That's just the way she wanted it! Jean twisted and rolled her hips up to the animal, feeling him, clutching at his black fur and murmuring to him in her own private babble.
Scout seemed to understand her. He drew his tongue up to her belly, licking across her tits, sanding her nipples, then going back to her cunt. His light, feathery touch made her jerk her feet up from the floor and her knees into the air. But still she wanted him to lick her harder.
Gasping, Jean took the Doberman's head and pulled him against her. Her swollen cunt-lips clicked around his black snout. But now she no found she was doing more than just opening her cunt to the dog. Her fingers strayed into her cunt-slit. She plowed her slippery cunt-folds apart and let her nails cut into the slick softness. She let out a cry, her mind spinning around and around. She could feel the dog's toenails scratch her thighs and she smiled.
"Fuck...oh, yes, fuck..."
Jean felt the Doberman start to edge his teeth against the hollows of her thighs. The teasing, tantalizing sensation was almost too delightful to stand. Cinching her eyes shut, Jean rolled her head against the back of the sofa, drawing her legs together and rubbing the insides of her knees against Scout's sides. Groaning, jerking her head back, Jean pushed one finger into her cunt and searched around. She gasped as her cuntal muscles clamped down, milking at her finger, drawing it in.
"Hot, so very, very hot!" she whispered, jerking her hips up.
She wanted Scout, needed him. The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. Roughly, she grabbed the fur around the Doberman's neck and pulled his snout into her seeping cunt-pit. She had to have something to fill her cunt with. Fingers weren't good. A tongue wasn't good. She wanted her pussy to be full, m filled with a prick. Scout would help her out on that one, she knew. But, what a better prize she would have if someone like Clint were to mount her instead of the Doberman. "Scout...harder!"
The dog was going wild over her seeping cunt. He concentrated his licking there, and each time he pushed his pink tongue down into her steamy pussy-folds, Jean tried hard to imagine Clint's cock. Scout growled, gouging around the edges of her cunt roughly. His narrow back humped while his instincts started to guide him.
"Uhhhhhh...here...here..."
It was time, Jean knew, for fucking. She was on her hands and knees, balancing herself on the couch, her hands spread out in front of her. The tickle was excruciating.
She felt Scout's familiar furry underside brush over the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. His claws scraped over her flesh, the weight making her bow down. A thrill filled her chest. It was going to happen again! It was going to happen one more time, and that would take away at least for a while the dreadful, pulsing itch between her legs that made rational thought impossible.
"Ooooooooh!"
Jean howled nearly as loudly as the animal while her shapely ass moved and dipped. She felt his hot cock brush her ass-crack, slicking up and down, up and down. Jean was going out of control, yelping and sighing as flashes of delight and lewdness poured through her mind. Her excitement was at a high pitch as she whistled through her flared nostrils. As she sobbed and moaned, Scott pushed forward. In his excitement, the Doberman slipped and pushed the barbed tip of his cock-meat into her ass-hole!
"Owwwwwwww!"
Jean cried out, swatting back at him. She crawled forward, digging her fingernails into the sofa cushions as Scout stayed with her and tried to worm his knobby hard-on into her ass-hole!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No, bad dog! No, stop it! Stop!"
Her mind reeled about as she swatted at the animal, finally tossing him over on his side and off her body. Her ass-hole hurt from the fucking it had received! She had felt his red cock-head penetrate shallowly, and still her shitter felt as if someone had stabbed her in the back with a pole.
Jean panicked, and burned with desire, grabbing her skirt from the floor and draping it over the front of her body. Her tits rose and fell as she stood staring at the confused Doberman. A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down the insides of her thighs, making her heat that much more intense. She had to be going crazy, she thought. Fucked in the ass!
Jean burned with shame. Scooping up her garments, she ran to the bathroom and tossed them onto the floor, grabbing her dressing gown off the door and throwing it around her. She had to stop the little game of hers with the dog. It was just getting too freaky.
Scout whimpered and whined, shaking his body, his prick still sticking straight out from his hind legs. Clapping her hands loudly together, Jean shooed the Doberman from her, feeling her knees knock together. She was still hot, still wanting a fuck.
Biting her knuckles, Jean had just sentenced herself to a session of wild finger-fucking upstairs when she heard footsteps at the back. There was a sharp knock. Freezing in shame, the woman held the sides of her gown together, feeling her heart pound hard while her cunt seeped hot moisture and swelled open.
"Who...who's there?" she stammered, stepping into the darkened kitchen.
Jean could have cried with frustration, and now there was someone outside wanting to bother her. She narrowed her eyes, seeing the shadowy figure in the door window. Tying her robe, she flicked on the porch light. Through the window, she saw immediately it was Clint. He didn't look quite so menacing now. Jean opened the door. "Yes?"
Clint took off his cowboy hat, his eyes widening slightly to show his surprise at finding Jean in a gown.
"It's the barn, ma'am. Somebody's inside...or at least, was inside," he said, his eyes appreciatively taking in the soft swells of her tits and thighs against the thin, nylon night gown. Jean was aware of her exposure and pulled the gown more protectively against her.
"Did you see them? Are the animals all right?"
"Think so. I've been trying to get in, but everything's locked up. Finally I found a hole I could crawl through and checked out the horses. Looks like somebody's been in Thunder's stall and working up the others. Don't know what for, though," Clint said, arching his eyebrows.
Jean blushed. She had thought often about sneaking into the barn some night and doing something with the horses. Had one of her girls done that? "Oh!"
"Seems Scout's getting pretty darned friendly."
The Doberman had slinked up behind her, eyed Clint, then sensing all was fine, nosed Jean in the ass. He had shoved his snout up under the hem of her gown and was licking up her ass, trying to get the tip of his tongue back into her cunt. Jean knew the dog could smell her and wondered if Clint had caught a whiff of her pussy. That thought made her shudder and draw back as she slapped down at Scout.
"Oh, I don't know what the matter is with him. But," she said, determined to change the topic, "then all the horses are all right? There's been no damage to the barn?"
"Not that I can see. Couple of boxes turned around and an old horse blanket on the floor. Wonder what the hell they were doing with that?" Clint said, wrinkling his forehead up thoughtfully.
Jean swatted back at the dog once more as he licked at her ankles. Clint caught that, too, and grinned.
"See you got some coffee on the stove. Mind if I come in and get a cup before I head on back to the bunkhouse? Gettin' pretty damned cold out there, and my pot's on the fritz," Clint explained.
"Of course. I just brewed some to stay awake. I've got all those accounts from last quarter to go through and check," Jean explained, backing into the kitchen as Clint strode in.
"And the nightie makes you more comfortable, right? Looks good on you."
"Well, I...uh, thank you," Jean said, stumbling around for words.
Jean blushed a little, glad Clint hadn't seen her as he stepped to the stove and fished out a cup from the cupboard. Seeing there would be nothing for him for a while, Scout snuffed indignantly, then lumbered from the kitchen, tail down between his hind legs. Jean sighed with relief. At least she wouldn't have to worry about swatting down the Doberman each time he tried to lick up her leg to get at her swollen pussy.
"Profits all right?" Clint asked after a brief silence. He gulped another drink of coffee, the steam rising around his handsome face like smoke.
"Yes. We're doing well. It looks like I'll have enough to open that new annex I've been talking about. Yes, I've had a good year."
A good year for profits maybe, Jean thought, but certainly not for her personal life. Clint nodded, finishing his coffee, then pouring himself another cup. Jean realized the handsome ranch hand was staring at her over his coffee, his eyes glistening with mischief the same way Scout's did before he fucked her!
Jean shuddered, afraid her thoughts were showing in her face. She had dreamed about a moment like that, fantasized about it even when the Doberman was fucking her. Now that the situation was at hand, she could do nothing but stand there paralyzed and feel her breathing become shallow and rapid. Clint, she could see, had noticed that as well.
"Anything wrong, Miss Browdy?"
"Uh, no, just a little tired," Jean said, holding one hand to her forehead.
She was hot. It was as if someone were setting her on fire! The dog had done that to her! He had started on her pussy, touching her all over, then mounted her. If he had fucked her the right way, perhaps she wouldn't have heard Clint. He would have banged on the door, perhaps seen her bending over with the Doberman on top of her. That thought made Jean shiver, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples all over, "Hey, you're shivering. Are you sick?" Clint asked, putting down his coffee cup and staring at her with real concern.
"No. Really, I'm fine. I just need some rest, that's all."
Clint was coming up to her. Jean wished she hadn't invited him in for the coffee. Now she felt out of control of the situation, something she never, never liked. Looking up, she watched as Clint broke into a smile. It was something more than just a smile, however. It was ihe quirk of his lips at the corners, the smug, teasing slant of his eyes.
Jean felt weak as a kitten and wished Scout were there to discourage Clint from taking advantage of her. Clint bent down and kissed her lightly on the mouth, one hand circling her small waist gently.
"What are you doing?" She gasped, surprised she could even speak after that sort of pass. Her hand fluttered up to his chest and she pushed him back. "I'd better remind you, Clint, that...that..."
His lips were so hot. He was kissing her still, sliding his mouth up and down the side of her neck, slowly working his tongue in tiny circles over her flesh. Jean curled her toes, feeling her body sway drunkenly against his. It was some dream come true, something she had thought about again and again while having the dog fuck her.
"I'm not gonna forget anything," Clint vowed, putting both his hands on her shoulders and working his fingers gently into her neck.
Jean let her head fall back, her lips parting. She let out a low, throaty groan. The hand she had tried to push him away with now fluttered again, sliding up to curve behind his neck. She wanted to hold him harder against her. She could feel his tongue, his teeth, rubbing up against her throat. She thought of the dog once more, of that big, black Doberman with his fangs and how often she had wondered if he could tear her to pieces with his teeth.
"Ohhhhh, I don't believe this is happening to me," Jean said.
"I think we've both kinda been wantin' this to happen. Just neither of us did anything to make it work...'til right now."
Jean loved hearing his words as his fingers reached down and unfastened the cord around her waist. Jean let him do anything to her he wanted. Her cunt was too hot for her to resist him. The promise Scout had given her with his licking and misguided fuck was coming true with Clint in front of her.
She sighed again, feeling the gown inch down over the tops of her tits, cling for a second on her large, red nipples, then open completely. Arching her spine a little, Jean saw Clint bend down, open his mouth, licking her tits until his tongue began sanding over her stiff, itching nipples.
"Ooooooooh!"
She ran her fingers through his thick, curly black hair, feeling chilly heat race through her pussy and make her outer cunt-lips swell and fold over one another. Her gown fell open another inch to expose her. Clint gently sucked on her nipple between his teeth, wriggling his tongue back and forth, back and forth, while his fingers slipped down to her thighs. Jean held her breath, her toes dug into the floor while Clint worked her over with his mouth.
"Yes, oh, yes! Yes, do it to me, do it to me!" she moaned, feeling herself melt into the handsome, young stud holding her.
"Do what, Jean? You don't mind me calling you Jean, do you? I've been thinking about fucking you for a long, long time. And now we're gonna do it," he whispered in one ear.
Her gown opened completely, exposing her hot, wet pussy. Clint grew bolder, sliding his hand down her tummy, pushing his fingers through her cuntal thicket, until he finally reached her pussy. Jean let out a groan, drawing her knees together and prancing her plump ass-cheeks up and down until they jiggled at his teasing touch.
When his finger slid into her cunt-slit she came apart, kissing hungrily at his mouth. It was a yearning, hungry kind of kiss, one she hadn't given in such a long, long time. She felt Clint's fingers ease into her cunt. Groaning, she tightened her cunt-lips around his touch, clamping one of her hands over his to push him in deeper.
"Fuck me, please fuck me!" Jean begged. She kissed his earlobe, then moved over to his hot neck.
"We gonna do it here, or you want to fuck around in your bed?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Just...just fuck me, and fuck me hard!"
Then Jean thought about the dog. That Doberman would come in here and find them. She couldn't risk having Scout nose around her pussy like before, wanting to fuck her while Clint was screwing her.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Over there, upstairs. Please, I can't walk," Jean begged, throwing her arms around his neck.
Clint bent down and picked her up easily. Jean clung to him, her legs draped over his strong arm as she guided him up the stairs, down the hall to her bedroom. She was in a woozy, high haze. The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the bed and Clint was bending over her, parting the gown back from her thighs.
Jean had half-clear glimpses of his moves. His shoulders became bare. They were broad, strong-looking shoulders. Then she saw his hips, then his cock! Lowering her eyes, Jean felt her cheeks burn with shame and lust. She had fallen so easily to Clint, just as if she were some gutter slut ready to fall in the sack with any man as long as he had a big, stiff prick for her pussy.
"I don't want you to think...that I do this all the time. I mean, I just felt so...so confused this evening and you came and...and..."
Her voice sounded all wrong.
"You look fantastic, you know?"
Jean lowered her eyes again, feeling the flames of delight lick up her thighs like the dog's tongue. Jean felt Clint remove her gown completely, draping it over the nearby chair. She burned for his touch, any touch on her body. Again, the woman remembered Scout, how the m black Doberman had braced his paws against her thighs the first time, slicking his tongue up and down her cunt, drilling his mouth into her cunt until she yelped and squawked with joy, her body twisting and writhing under the animal.
"Clint, please, please, do it to me now! Fuck me, fuck...ohhhhh, what are you doing to me?" she moaned.
Jean felt his hands on her ass, forcing her up and over. She couldn't fight him, letting herself be rolled over onto her tummy. He pulled her up and back by the hips until she was on her knees, face turned to the side against the large pillow.
Jean felt Clint kneel behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs. She liked the sexy, light way his callused fingertips barely caressed her hot flesh, working their way up, up toward her hot, drooling cunt. Her nerve endings sparkled, yearning, stretching downward it seemed to his fingers!
Jean wanted to be raped by his fingers, feel them slide into her and touch all those secret, hot places the Doberman had found a little while ago. Maybe she should let Scout in and lick her a little in front of Clint. Clint could watch and see just where the dog was lapping his tongue and how Jean bucked and kicked when he touched her most sensitive spots. Then Clint could take over, fingering her pussy first, then pressing up against her and sliding his fat cock-head into her, stretching her pussy until she thought she would come apart. Just the thought of that little, delicious fantasy brought yelping fits of joy from the frantic, twisting woman.
"Clint...oh, yes! Yes, do it! Do it to me!" she cried.
Her cunt was oozing more and more fuck-juice. She could feel it dribble down the backs of her thighs as she knelt there, breathing into the soft cotton of the pillowcase. Clint reached down and under, slipping his hand past her tummy and reaching forward until he touched her nipple. Jean squeaked, bobbing her ass up and down as she felt him pinch her tit-tip until it hurt.
"Ohhhhh, do it...fuck me!"
Jean managed to look back between her widely spread legs. Clint was bent down low behind her, his knees spread wide apart for fucking power. He reminded her of a dog. Dogs hunkered down for power, then fucked their bitches without mercy. She hoped Clint would have no mercy.
"I don't believe this is happening! It's too good to be true!"
"Jesus Christ!" Clint whispered, rubbing his fingers over her pussy and slipping two into her swollen cunt. "The way you've got juice com-in' outta you, shows me you ain't been fucked in a long time!"
"Too long," she groaned.
"That's good, real good!" Clint hissed. "Means you're really gonna cry when I stick this mother into you!"
Jean prayed that would be true. She knelt there still as a rock, feeling his fingers grab her by the hips. Just as she felt his cock-head rub up against her cunt-lips, ready to slide into her, Jean saw Scout standing in the opened doorway. Clint had forgotten to close the door. She had meant to tell him that, but her excitement had been too great for her to say anything.
And now that animal, that Doberman was standing there, his head erect, his eyes bright, his stubby tail wagging like mad while he watched his mistress bend over and get fucked into the bed by the stranger. Jean was about to say something, to beg Clint to kick the door shut somehow so they could be alone, when his prick slid into her pussy without warning.
"Ahhhhhh...uhhhhhh!"
She felt the full length of his greasy hunk of cock-meat drive along the seepy lining of her cunt. Jean dragged in lungfuls of air again and again, tossing her head from side to side, feeling the luxurious sensation of her hair splashing against her face.
"like it, baby? You like havin' my prick slip-pin' into you this way?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" Jean cried back, dragging her hands forward and pressing them into the pillow.
"Tell me if it hurts," Clint said, kissing her between the shoulder blades.
"No, no, I don't care! Just...just fuck me!" she stammered, eyeing the dog once more as Clint shoved yet more cock-meat into her. Maybe the dog will stay there, Jean thought hopefully as she closed her eyes and bit her lower hp, drinking in the savage sensation of being really fucked and filled for the first time in years!
CHAPTER NINE
Clint pulled back, his hands braced against the curves of her ass-cheeks, his thumbs creasing her ass-crack. Jean liked it that way. She liked when he pulled his cock back that slowly. Her nerve endings sputtered and twitched at times like those. She liked it when her cuntal walls shrank back together behind his retreating prick, only to be forced apart as Clint pushed back in.
Opening her eyes, Jean thought she saw Scout move into the room. The woman let out a groan directed at the dog, making him stop and drop to the floor. Oh God, please don't let the dog ruin this for me, Jean prayed silently, biting her tongue as Clint drew his cock back, then shoved all the way into her. She wriggled in his grip, excruciatingly aware of how helpless she was. He could fuck her down onto the bed all night, or just tease her with his fat, meaty prick-head. She would do anything he wanted her to do, anything as long as he kept fucking her.
"Fuck...fuck...oh, keep fucking me!" Jean cried, giving way to her secret thoughts.
"I ain't gonna stop. You're too hot, baby! You'd probably go high and dry and nuts if I pulled outta you now. You don't want me outta that sweet, drippy pussy, do you?" Clint moaned, slapping her slightly on the ass.
"No, noooooo!"
To emphasize her answer, Jean backed against the big stud, jerking her ass up and down, up and down, whimpering through her nose, begging him for more. When he pulled back slowly, Jean thought she was dying. Long strings of spit leaked from her mouth while her arms trembled.
Clint picked up his fucking rhythm, dropping his hands from her ass and fucking deep. The only thing that touched her now was his prick. She liked that, enjoyed feeling that one hot connection that was making her clit sputter like a live wire!
Jean felt him kiss the nape of her neck. It was almost like Scout licking her. It was just like having the dog on top of her, she thought, except Clint's flesh was so smooth, and firm and hot. The Doberman had licked her like that, breathing against her neck, while his forelegs had wrapped so tightly around her tummy.
But even with all his fervor, Scout couldn't fuck her so deep. No dog could fuck her that deep, Jean thought as she rutted in front of her new lover. His cock was nearly touching her womb, she thought, bouncing her ass as much as she could while clawing her fingernails against the tearing sheet.
Clint was climbing her, fucking powerfully into her drenched pussy. His prick made squishy, sexy noises as it jabbed deep into her steamy cunt. It was a piece of heaven, she thought, so deliciously good. Opening her eyes, Jean didn't see Scout in the doorway or by the bed. Thank goodness! she thought. Perhaps he had grown tired or bored of simply watching and walked away.
"Please, do it slower! Oh, yes, I like it when you do it slow," Jean moaned, clenching the sheet in her hands and whimpering.
"Yeah, real nice and slow at first. I want you to feel every Goddamned inch of my cock before I start roddin' the hell outta you!"
Jean loved his filthy mouth. The more excited he became, the dirtier he talked. She encouraged him, begging him for more, milking his prick, feeling her cuntal muscles spasm and close in around his cock. Clint was the man she had been waiting for all these years.
Jean's mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy thoughts. She wanted to fuck Clint all night and all morning, too. The girls could find someone else to train them in riding. She would be busy up there with that wonderful man fucking her brains out!
"Hey, lonely, pooch?"
Jean froze. The dog was there, somewhere. She raised her head from the pillow and looked around, ever-conscious of Clint's hot, fat prick embedded all the way in her pussy. She could feel Clint's balls pillowed against her crotch while his fingers still toyed with her nipples. A furry brush against one thigh told her Scout was on the bed, next to Clint.
"What's he doing here?" She gasped, feeling panic start to rise in her heart.
"Don't know. Was just fuckin' you when I turned around and there was this or boy, sniff-in' around. You like the smell of her cunt, boy? Hey, Scout, you wanna sniff at the lady's pussy?"
"Clint, stop it!" she cried, wanting to swat back at both of them.
"Seems to me he's been around this territory before. Dogs don't get this familiar unless they've been through the mill."
"Ridiculous!" Jean gasped.
Oh, that damned Doberman was going to nun everything! she thought wildly. Clint would find out what she had been doing with the animal all the while and would leave. What man would want a woman who had been bending over for dogs? Jean could already hear the derisive laughter throughout the valley as the story spread like wildfire.
"Come on, boy, you wanna have a sniff? She really gets musky when I fuck her? Uhhhhh, he's lickin' my prick and your pussy at the same time? Your dog a fag?"
"Stop him! It's awful! I can feel his tongue on me! Stop him, Clint!" Jean cried.
The sensation was far from awful. There was the man's prick slipping all the way into her fuck-hole, then there was Scout crouched fM behind her, drawing his tongue along her split pussy, licking up her juices, then reaching up and petting her clit. It was like getting sucked and fucked at the same time!
Jean moaned again, jerking one hand back as if trying to swat the dog away. But the truth couldn't be hidden from Clint for long. She was getting too hot, too involved with the hot, slick, silky rub of the Doberman's tongue against her cunt and clit. Jean guessed Scout's touch against Clint's prick was exciting Clint as well. She heard his uneven, gaspy breathing.
"Man this pooch is goin' after your cunt like there's no tomorrow!"
"Take him away, please! Oh, good God, take him off me!" she begged.
"You dig him, baby. I can tell, no matter what you say, and he's gonna stay. I wanna see what's goin' down next," Clint answered.
Jean thought she should have knocked them both from her and run into the bathroom. But instead, she continued kneeling there on the bed, her flushed face buried in the pillow, her arms and thighs ridging from the excitement exploding in her body. Scout was licking the man's cock at times, then going back to her cunt and drawing his sloppy tongue up and down, up and down, flicking around Clint's cock splitting her pussy.
When the Doberman licked her into a yelping fit, making her body jerk, Clint started fucking her again. The woman wallowed up against the licking tongue behind her, feeling hot spit trickle down the backs of her legs as Scout continued lapping while Clint fucked down into her pussy hard.
"Oooooooooh!"
Clint stopped, easing his cock back, prodding tier cuntal mouth with his prick, making her gasp and cry out as if she were being tortured. When the dog tried begging in closer, Clint slapped his snout with a warning shout.
"You ain't gonna poke this one yet, boy. She's mine! Better just be satisfied with the licking until later," Clint said.
Scout cowed a bit, then slinked back and contented himself to lick at the woman's pussy. Jean was glad of that. She wanted Clint's prick in her cunt. But the added touch of the dog's tongue made their fucking so much nicer! The animal licked down around the sensitive base of the stud's prick, then slipped around, making Clint cry out with the sensation and forcing Jean to bob her ass around in tight, frantic little circles. It was then she discovered that by tensing the larger muscles of her ass, the thrilling rub of Clint's prick against her cuntal wall was increased.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck...uhhhhhhh!"
Jean babbled and jerked about until the sexual delight made her excitement rush along every nerve ending of her body. She moved her feet together, letting her toes tickle each other, groaning Clint's name as he worked his young hips with a building tempo. Fuck-juice sprayed out from her cunt and into the dog's gurgling mouth as he licked her ass and ankles.
Jean felt wet with her juices and his spit. She ground her ass around and around, straining up as far as possible. She was going to cum. Jean knew her cunt was going to explode in a few seconds. She was going to blow her cool, and it was going to be so good!
"Clint, you're...uhhhh...you're so good! Please, hurry. Hurry now! I'm gonna do it! Gonna cum, cum, cum!" the woman cried.
When Clint held his prick just inside the slick, convulsing folds of her cunt, Jean felt her body shake all over in a way that was strange to her. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, she felt, waiting for his hot cock-knob to be speared into her cunt once more. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other. Her clit was swollen and hot, petted again and again by the cunt-eating dog.
She felt Scout put one forepaw possessively on one ass-cheek, nosing around in her cunt. Jean knew her thighs were smeared with her juices and the Doberman's saliva. She thought about it and her mind went wild. Her clit was pulsing with a raging tickle that threatened to kill her, she thought. Jean opened her mouth to cry out, but she could only groan and sigh as she felt herself roll helplessly up to that peak, that dreadful, wonderful peak of climax.
Then she was pitched over the tip, crazed with yelping fits of joy as the final flames overwhelmed her. Jean felt her cunt spasm shut, jerking her from side to side while holding tight onto Clint's cock. She could feel the dog's tongue against her cunt as she came and came and came. The last thing she remembered was the swampy, wet sensation of Scout's tongue combining with the hardness of Clint's prick buried deep inside her.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Then it was over. Jean lay on her tummy, her eyes closed. Slowly, Jean began thinking of what had happened. Clint had seen the dog touch her, had encouraged him to lick her off while he fucked her. He had to suspect that something had gone on between her and Scout before that.
As she came down more and more from her sexual high, Jean was terrified of looking around and seeing Clint's face. Would he be sneering at her? Would he be laughing at her, calling her dogmeat, then tell everything to everyone in the valley?
"Hey, you okay?"
"Uhhhh, yes, just.... just a little tired, that's all."
"That's something else, Jean! Never thought something like this would ever happen. So," he said, lying next to her and pushing her blonde hair from her face, "you've been getting a little from the mutt, huh?"
Jean burned with shame.
"You don't understand what it's like being out here alone, trying to run this school, deal with the children, their parents, their..."
"Shhhhh," he interrupted, putting one finger to her lips. "I don't give a damn! It was great! Let's do it again. We can, 'cause I didn't cum yet."
Startled, the blonde looked down and saw that he was right. Clint's cock was still long and thick and hard, his cock-head purple with tension, ready to split apart!
CHAPTER TEN
"Looks like the pooch didn't cum either," Clint observed, pointing at Scout's long, red cock still hard up against his belly. "You ever do something more than licking with him?"
Jean swallowed hard, wanting to run away from him, but finding that impossible.
"Yes, but...but you've got to understand! I'm not like that at all! It's just been the loneliness and the business and...and everything like that," Jean explained, hot tears welling up in her eyes. Why did she feel she had to explain herself to Clint?
"Hey, you didn't hear me, Jean," he said, taking her chin in both hands and kissing her lightly on the nose. "I said I don't care. In fact, I think it's fantastic! You don't have too many women out there who wanna fuck like you do, let alone get a Dobey involved! They all talk about sex liberation, then scream when you try suckin' a little pussy or fucking in a different way. But you! You'll try anything if it's fun, won't you?"
"I...I guess so," Jean answered hesitantly, unsure of the ground she was on. His words should have made her blush. In a way, he was calling her a slut. In another, he was praising her.
"And now, don't forget you've got me here. I haven't cum yet, baby, and I wanna feel just as good as you did," Clint added.
He rolled onto his back, moving her around until she was crouched between his knees. She knew that he was wanting and trembled for it. Sucking a man's prick! That would be the ultimate for him, she thought, having a woman's mouth slide up and down his fat fuck-rod while she played with herself.
"You're so hot there," she said, taking a good look at his prick. She gasped, her breath catching when she studied the size and shape of his cock. Then she looked up at Clint. He was smiling sexily at her. Jean blushed.
"It's been so long since I've had a close look at a man."
The darkened crown of his prick swelled right in front of her eyes.
"I'm pretty close," Clint admitted, sucking in a ragged breath. "Damned close!"
Jean knew exactly what he wanted now. Her breath went ragged as she inched down toward his prick. Clint slumped back on the pillow and closed his eyes.
At first, Jean wanted to get used to sucking cock, to taste his prick a little. She had already made up her mind that she would take his prick inside her mouth and suck it until hot cum boiled out. Then she'd swallow it down like a good girl should. She felt deliciously naughty.
From behind her, he heard the dog whimper. Jean smiled. Scout was nosing around her thighs, his big, fat prick bobbing around. She was going to suck off her foreman, while getting fucked by her pet. Jean shivered at the thought, feeling her excitement start up again as Clint stretched his hands up, slipped them around her neck, and started pulling her all the way down.
She was licking his cock-head, rolling her eyes up and watching as Clint writhed in joy and agony. She stretched her tongue until it covered almost half the underside of his cock-shaft, moving it rapidly back and forth in a wet, gentle massaging action. Clint was holding his breath. He was so tense he was shivering under her.
"I didn't know it would make you feel like...like that!"
"Ohhhh, baby, baby..." Clint reached up weakly for her hand, then fell back again.
Scout was licking her sides, touching her tits as she was on her hands and knees, bending down over Clint's jutting cock. Clint's swollen prick-tip was just inside her lips and she rubbed them over his taut cock-crown. She felt like fucking again. Just having Clint's prick inside her mouth made the woman want to climb up on top of his long, thick cock and lower her tender cunt onto it!
"Mmmmmmmmmffffff!"
But Clint wanted her cock-sucking. And that made her want it twice as much for him. In the position she had taken, it was very easy to bob her head up and down, letting his soft, spongy cock-head jab well down into her throat.
Jean closed her eyes. She liked the sucking sensation of his veined cock fucking in and out of her mouth. Her lips sucked around his flared cock-head, her teeth nicking playfully at it. Then she plunged down to have his cock balls-deep. When she tried hard, she could just touch his balls with her bottom hp.
"Man, oh man, suck me dry, baby! Keep that mouth goin' on my fuck-rod!" Clint's knees jerked up, then flopped uselessly to the bed while he arched his back and shoved his cock-meat down into her throat even more.
Behind her, Jean felt the dog work her hot cunt-lips apart with his tongue and stroke them hungrily with his rough tongue. Jean moved her lips up, spit dropping from them while she kept her tongue licking at Clint's slick cockhead.
"What's wrong, Jean?"
Clint opened his sex-heavy eyes.
"Oh, Scout! He's making me feel so...so hot back there," she whimpered, half with passion, half with kind of shame. Scout knew how to lick. Now he was bringing his hot tongue up through the sloppy mess of her cunt, making her tremble like a bitch in heat.
"Ohhhh, Scout, Scout," she whispered, feeling the Doberman bite the backs of her thighs, then lick until he was back at her puffy, slicksoaked cuntal crack.
"This is wild, man! Pm watchin' you gettin' licked and fucked by the Dobey while you're blowing my cock! Great shit, man, great shit!"
Jean let her head fall heavily over Cut's big, fat cock-shaft. When his fat cock-crown gouged her tonsils, she swallowed and felt her throat caress his prick. Clint sounded as if he were coming apart.
The dog wallowed his black snout part of the way into her cuntal crack. Jean whistled through her flared nostrils, feeling her muscles convulse around Scout's licking tongue. The frantic Doberman grunted, licking around the sides of her cunt-lips, wetting her pussy with his hot spit. He pawed her ass, pawing her just as he had before he mounted her. Scout was going to fuck her silly, fuck her while she still had Clint's wonderful prick jammed up in her mouth!
"Ohhhhhh, he's going to fuck me, Clint! He's going to fuck me!" she cried, pulling off his prick for a moment, then licking her tongue frantically around and around Clint's jerking cock-stalk.
"I know. Let 'im. I gotta watch this!"
Scout was holding one of her ass-cheeks between his fangs and shaking her. The pull of her nipped flesh, the strain of it against her cut, sent her off. Jean struggled to keep her concentration, to keep sucking hungrily at Clint's bursting cock. His cock jabbed halfway in her throat. Clint liked it when she swallowed like that. When those delicate swells in her throat rolled and convulsed around his prick-head, the young stud came apart.
Jean felt the familiar scratch of Scout's paws as he mounted her and hooked onto her body. There were a few tentative pokes, then the touch of his prick-head fucking her cunt.
"Ummmmfmfmmfmmfffff!"
Jean felt herself on fire! Flames licked over her flesh as the animal started pumping his knobby fuck-meat into her cunt. She felt his pointy cock-head jab and poke while his furry, little balls swung up and slapped her ass-cheeks.
Clint shot off, hot dribbles of cum shooting out and oozing down her throat. Clint thrust his hips frantically up and down while Jean struggled to keep his spurting cock in her mouth. His cock jabbed out against the sides of her cheeks, spitting milky globs of spunk onto the roof of her mouth.
Scout licked over the back of her neck again and again while his furred hind legs pressed up against the backs of her thighs. Jean quivered and groaned, gurgling as she bolted Clint's hot jizz down with excitement. She loved his slimy, sticky cream that tasted so deliciously salty in her mouth. Next time, she wanted his cum shooting in her cunt. She wanted to feel his jism drip down her thighs, drying on her ankles! "Ohhhhhhh!"
Clint's hard cock in Jean's mouth was softening already while the dog was just getting started. Clint lay like a zombie on the bed for a moment while Scout hammered his cock hard into her pussy. Jean closed her eyes and shook her head, her cut about to burst.
Then Clint was up to her, helping things happen. He was closing his fingers over her tits, his mouth kissing hers, their lips sucking hungrily together. He was kissing her cummy mouth and rubbing his slick thumb against her nipple while the dog fucked his prick wildly into her hot, steamy cunt.
Jean whipped her thighs around, whimpering into Clint's opened mouth. His tongue fucked her mouth like his cock had. She was starting to cum. As the dog fucked into her with his prick she was starting to cum. He was making violent fucking movements now, each snap of his strong back driving his prick hard into her cunt. She wanted it all, greedily clawing at the young man under her while jerking her ass up and down.
Clint kissed her harder, squeezing her tit until she nearly screamed. Thrills of lust blew through her cunt, sparking into her clit, making her jerk sharply. Another spasm rocked her and she cried out to be touched. Both dog and man were penetrating through her pulsing joy, making their presence felt as she finished her cum with a cry of joy, kissing Clint hungrily.
Behind her, Jean heard Scout growl, his body trembling mightily as floods of his doggie jizz spattered in her pussy. Jean had a lover under her and one mounted on her back, hugging her tight.
Could anything be so incredibly good again? Jean thought as she slipped onto Clint's hard-muscled body and felt his arms enfold her. She had found what had been missing in her life all these years. Now, together, they would run her school, build it into the success she knew it could be.
* * *
In the barn, Cassey lay exhausted and fucked open on the barn floor, horse jizz running from her cunt and wetting down the backs of her thighs. Wendy was leading one of the other stallions back into the stall while Thunder reared up and whinnied in frustration. Cassey's face was frozen into a smile, her fingers moving slowly through the strewn hay on the floor.
"Wasn't it great, Cassey? And you didn't even scream like you thought you would," Wendy said, bolting the stall door and coming back to her friend.
Cassey rolled onto her back, her legs jerking, then slowly straightening, her toes pushing at the overturned crates she had been draped over only moments earlier. She had let the horse rub his prick up against her pussy and stick it in. Wendy had been right! Once she got over the initial terror of being fucked, the delight shooting through her young, tight little cunt more than compensated for the initial terror.
"Ohhhh, let's do this again soon! I want him, and all the others," Cassey cooed, drawing one hand over her flushed face and stretching her long arms above her head. She could still feel that chugging movement of the animal's prick through her cunt.
"Okay. We'd better get going. It was risky for us to come back again in the same night. Clint might come," Wendy whispered, helping her friend up from the floor. Cassey brushed the loose straw from her hair.
"He's probably going over the figures with Miss Browdy. I heard her say something about taxes. They'll be busy all night."
The two girls crept from the barn, pulling on their clothes, then sliding out from one of the holes and creeping back to the car.
"Wow, this is going to be fun going to school here," Cassey said as she slid her pert, little ass onto the seat and shut the car door.
"Yeah, and ol' Miss Browdy will never guess what's going on. She's so prudish anyway," Wendy said, starting up the car and pulling slowly away from the gate. "She wouldn't know the first thing about fucking, let alone about this."
"If she ever found out, boy would she ever be mad!"
The two girls giggled as they drove away, and just as Jean was snuggling up against Clint, starting to feel Scout nose around her cunt again.
