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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
stories. We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.
Horse-Loving Niece
By Paul Gable
Chapter 1
"Will that be everythin', ma'am?"
"Hm?"
Linda Albright stood on the porch of her aunt's ranchhouse,
staring at the reddening sun as it dropped slowly behind the
mountains. The air was so clear here in the high desert. The sky
so much bluer than in L.A., the landscape far more dramatic. Why
couldn't she enjoy it? Why couldn't she simply lay back, run the
ranch and enjoy the wild beauty of this countryside instead of
thinking of that awful itchy heat concentrating in the furry
bundle between her legs? She sighed, closing her eyes, feeling
her strength being sapped away.
"I asked, if you want somethin' else."
Linda opened her eyes and pushed away from the wooden porch
support she'd been resting against.
"No, no, Hank. That's enough for today. Tell the boys
thanks for everything ... for helping me out," Linda said, smiling
at the tall dark-haired hand shuffling his feet in front of her
with hat in hand.
It had been difficult at first, taking a leave of absence
from her teaching job in Glendale to come out here and help her
aunt after Uncle Jim had died. The ranch was so big, so
complicated. Thank God they had a competent foreman and six good
hands to do the actual work. It had been a slow, painful learning
process for Linda. But being an intelligent young woman of
twenty-four, she finally managed to learn some of the ropes of the
game. And after the first month Linda began actually to enjoy
living out here, working with the men, learning about the cattle
business with all its problems and rewards. There were times when
she even thought of leaving her teaching job altogether in
Glendale and setting up shop here outside of Riverside.
But then she thought of the isolation here, of the
temptations! All those men, all wanting to fuck her. Yes, they
wanted her up against them, letting them squeeze their pricks
through her cuntmeat. Linda read their eyes, could feel what they
were thinking as she passed them by in her tight-fitting Levi's.
They wanted her, but were afraid to do anything because she was
the boss, the owner. That alone saved her from the crude remarks
she was so used to getting back in Los Angeles. There were the
off-color remarks, the groping in public busses, even obscene
phone calls now and then in the middle of the night from men too
cowardly to face her, telling her how they wanted to put their
mouths on her pussy and suck her cunt until she went crazy. How
she hated all that, wanted them to leave her alone.
And yet there was another part of her that relished all the
attention, riveted her ear to the phone, made her nipples stand up
and itch like mad when she felt those fingers sliding over her
asscheeks in the bus. Her mother had done her job well,
frightening Linda out of her wits at an early age about men ...
and especially about fucking. But some part of her had escaped
those dreary moral lectures. Some part of her was waiting for the
right moment to assert itself, to demand to be satisfied no matter
what. Linda shivered, rubbing her upper arms with her finger
tips. Hank was still standing in front of her, looking a little
uneasy. Linda frowned, wiping her sweaty palms on her dress.
"Is something wrong?"
They had just repaired the fencing on the north property.
Linda wasn't sure the ranch could stand another major repair bill
until the cattle selling began next month.
"Uh ... no, ma'am, it's just that ... well ... there's a
dance ... kinda a dance, guess, over in town this Thursday. It's
lots of fun --- all the folks gettin' together and havin' a good,
clean time. And ... and I thought you might be interested in
goin'... with me."
Hank was her foreman, and a damned good one at that. He had
a way with the men as well as with the cattle and horses that
amazed her. She had thought of him as a valuable employee --- and
nothing more than that. Now, as he stood there with the sun
setting behind him, Linda saw him in a new light. She ran her
gaze over his broad shoulders, his powerful chest, that handsome,
tanned face, then down to his crotch. It was too dark to see
anything. But, to her embarrassment, Linda realized she was
wondering about his cock. Was his prick long, short, thick,
skinny? Except in books she'd managed to sneak into the house,
the woman had never seen a man's prick.
"Ma'am?"
"Uh ... well, I'm not sure," she said, finding herself a
little confused at the thought. What would it be like to be in a
man's arms --- this man's arms? She had all those erotic
fantasies, those terrible, wonderful dreams of men holding and
touching her. But in these dreams men never had faces, never
seemed to materialize completely. Here was someone very real
indeed boldly asking for a date. "I ... I think I'd enjoy going,
though. It sounds like fun."
Hank smiled, nodding his head rapidly. "Sounds good, ma'am.
I'll be around here at seven, then, pick you up."
"Sounds good, Hank. Good night," she said, feeling herself
growing a little breathless. Again she found her gaze sweeping
over his body, settling on the spot between his legs where his
prick was. A rush of chilly heat raced through Linda's cunt.
Damn, what was she doing? Was she throwing herself right into the
lion's den by accepting that date? Of course she could always
break it. This was Tuesday evening. The dance was at least two
days away.
"Good night, ma'am." Linda sighed once more, turned, and
went back into the empty house. Just one week ago her aunt had
had a mild stroke --- nothing serious, but bad enough to require
her to be hospitalized for at least several weeks. That had left
Linda alone to run the business, having to extend her leave of
absence, and making her feel terribly alone and vulnerable. The
men had been wonderful in helping her out. But still she felt as
if her world here were about to explode at any second. And the
explosion wasn't only her worry about her business sense. Aunt
Jane had been her walls of protection against herself, that other
self twisting and screaming inside her, trying to escape and take
over. With the older woman gone there was nothing external to
prevent her from ... doing what?
She closed and locked the front door behind her, leaning
against the molding with her eyes cinched shut. Perhaps she
should call her younger sister Janice to come up for a visit. The
girl was such a wild one, running with boys all over town. At
twenty the girl was a sophomore at Cal State Los Angeles, still
giving her mother gray hairs with her wild escapades. What was
done to Linda in sexual repression somehow had no bearing on her
sister. Yes, she'd call Janice up tomorrow. The girl was on
spring break. She was sure her sister would enjoy coming out here
and going riding.
Besides, Janice would be the company she needed right now in
the house until she could get a better grip on herself. Right now
things were so foggy, so ... so confused!
"What!" Linda jumped nearly out of her skin when she felt
something cold and very wet brushing up against her leg.
At first the woman thought it was a trick of her imagination.
But, peering down, she saw the big black and gray-body of Chad,
the three-year-old German Shepherd her aunt had purchased just
before Linda's arrival for protection. Linda shivered, drawing
her hands up and pressing her fingers against the base of her
throat. She had never liked the animal. He seemed too
independent, almost threatening whenever she was around. Aunt
Jane had difficulty controlling him and often spoke of getting rid
of the animal when she had more time. Perhaps Linda wouldn't be
going out of the way in helping her aunt sell the beast ... or
sending him off to the pound. Did they have a dog pound here?
She was sure they did. In any case, he wasn't going to spend the
night here with her. There was something awful in the way he was
staring at her now, pushing his shoulders against her legs,
panting against her knees.
"No, you ate already. I fed you earlier," Linda said as the
dog whined through his nostrils, nosing her behind the knees.
Linda gasped, her eyes widening. Why was that touch doing
such strange things to her cunt? It was crazy, insane for her to
be feeling arousal at this point. But that was all she could call
it. Arousal! She had felt it once or twice, especially the night
when Greig Hansen had tried to fuck her! Yes, the one time, the
very first and only time a man had almost gotten to her, had
almost fucked his cock into her pussy. It had taken all her
strength to push him away. Since then no one had even tried.
Linda thought of that and suddenly felt terribly empty and a
little sick. Had she thrown her life away so far? Was she
turning into a cynical old maid?
"No, Chad!" she snapped, slapping at the dog.
He was mouthing her ankles now. This was going far too far!
"Out you go," she said, turning around and opening the front
door once more. A gentle cool breeze came from the north,
stirring her long blonde hair. The animal paused at the doorway,
twisting his proud head around and looked up at the woman. Linda
stiffened. There was a kind of near-human intelligence in those
dark-brown eyes, an intelligence that made her flesh crawl. "I
said go out."
Chad whined some more, then barked, backing into the living
room. Linda stared wide-eyed at the animal. He wasn't obeying
her. He wasn't obeying her at all! Usually she and her aunt had
some difficulty in making the dog obey. But in the end they had
their way. Now Chad was deliberately disobeying her, denying her
as it were!
"Chad!"
He stretched his forepaws in front of her, assuming that
wolflike proud manner that had made Linda so nervous in the first
place. She felt something like fear begin to rise in her throat.
She could always call back Hank. Linda was certain he or some of
the others were still around. They usually stayed around the
bunkhouse some hundred yards down the dirt road. They would hear
her cries and would come running.
"Ohhhh ..."
But she would feel so silly, unable to control her own dog!
She would never live it down.
"No!"
Chad was swarming around her ankles, sniffing her, mouthing
her legs, panting heavily against her flesh. It was so strangely
good, feeling that touch, that warm, wet, silky touch of his
tongue! Linda closed the door, relocking it. No, she wasn't
going to call Hank for help. She stood there, hand on the
doorknob, unsure of what was going to happen next. Perhaps it was
only this light tickling tonguing! She liked it ... she ...
"No!"
Linda knew why she liked it! She knew why she wanted that
dog around her. The excitement racing through her cunt had
reached a fever pitch now. The animal was actually exciting her,
arousing her the way Greig Hansen had done that night in the back
seat of his Ford. But this was different, far different. This
was an animal, a dog touching her, licking her, making her pussy
feel so warm and wet and tight. She felt her cunt swelling, felt
those fat pussy-lips folding over one another while her cunt walls
fluttered with anticipation.
"No ..."
She slapped downward, trying to get the dog away from her.
But Chad ducked back, whimpering through those black nostrils
again. Linda felt she had to get away, up to her room perhaps,
away from the pursuing animal.
"Get ... get away from me, Chad!"
She ran through the room, her mind racing a thousand miles an
hour. The animal followed, making a growling noise in his throat.
Again he nosed between Linda's legs as she reached the stairs.
Closing her eyes, she rested against the banister, her fingers
tightening around the smooth polished handrail. If her aunt and
mother could see her now! If they could see her standing there,
aroused by a German Shepherd, fighting down sexual excitement
because a dog was sticking his snout up her ... it was too
disgusting for thought!
"No!"
Bending one knee, Linda kicked out at the animal, her sandal
flying off her foot. Again Chad ducked, barking as the shoe flew
past him. She watched breathlessly, watched his pointed ears
pricking forward, watched his head tilting upward. He was
smelling something. He was smelling her! She could tell it! He
was smelling her aroused pussy, sniffing the muskeling arousal
atrom her cunt. That awful muted growling noise came from his
throat again. He was looking at her as a possible ... a possible
mate!
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
Her mind whirled about in horror. A mate! She would have
rather died than let something like this happen! She would pitch
herself out the window before letting that damned dog touch her!
"Damn you!" she spat.
Turning around, Linda raced up the stairs, feeling the sexy
rub of her cunt lips against one another and her rising pink lump
of clit-flesh. Reaching the top, the frantic woman turned around
and saw Chad pause for a moment at the foot of the stairs. Then,
with a loud bark, he raced up, his long pink tongue hanging from
one corner of his mouth. No, no, this was awful, too sick for
words! She heard the scratchy thudding of his paws as he reached
the first landing, turned, then began racing up the remainder of
the stairs toward her.
"Oh God!"
Backing away, the woman stumbled over a rip in the rug,
regained her balance, then turned and began racing once more for
her room.
"No!"
The dog was faster, reaching her before she had a chance to
get near the opened bedroom door. In a moment she felt him
threading his way between her legs once more, preventing her from
moving forward. She stopped, covering her eyes with her hands,
feeling her knees buckling once more as the German Shepherd licked
her all over. He was touching her behind each knee, wetting her
with that wonderful slick tongue.
"This can't be happening ... it just can't be!" Linda
whispered.
Biting down on her lower lip, she fought for control of her
mind.
"I'm losing my mind. I'm going crazy if ... if I let this go
on," she whispered, hoping the sound of her own voice would
somehow lend her some courage, some strength to escape from the
animal.
But nothing happened along those lines. Instead she stood
there in the darkened hallway, listening to the sounds of her own
labored breathing, the sounds of the dog's tongue smacking against
her flesh. For a moment Linda thought this must be a dream,
another one of her vaguely erotic dreams that made her shiver so
when she awoke to find herself alone in bed.
But the touch of Chad's mouth, the bristly brush of his snout
over her ankles told her otherwise. This was all too true, all
too vivid! The big black and gray German Shepherd was there next
to her, petting her with his tongue, knowing full well what he was
doing. Linda stretched out one hand for balance, feeling herself
pitching and reeling from side to side.
"No, no ..."
She was back against the wall, her shoulder blades pressing
against a picture of a man and a horse, one of those silly things
her aunt had purchased at a swap meet years ago. The frame
rattled against the plaster as Linda fought with herself and the
animal now crouched between her white shivering legs. Wonderful
jolts of heat sliced into her clit, making that tiny nub quiver
with delight. And what was making her so aroused? Again the
thought of having an animal licking her, touching her like that
made Linda groan. It was wrong, horribly, terribly wrong.
And yet how could she stop him and, more importantly, stop
herself? Chad's nose was shoving up higher and higher, moving the
hem of her skirt up. And in a moment his nose was pushing hotly
up against her panties, shoving the nylon up against her crotch.
The sensation, that wonderful feeling of the wet soppy nylon
crotch panel being pushed into her pussy by the dog's nose drove
her wild. Panting, gasping, the frantic blonde felt the nylon
rubbing sensually over her puffy cunt-lips.
"Chad ... ohhhhh!"
Why couldn't she get away? Why couldn't she find the
strength and courage to kick the animal out from between her legs
and rush to her room? The door was only ten feet away. Surely
she could make it in, slam and lock the door behind her to keep
Chad out.
"No, oh I can't ... I just can't."
It was becoming hard for Linda to breathe. She was wheezing
and panting almost as hard as the dog. Linda reached out and
grasped frantically at a light fixture mounted to one side of the
picture rattling behind her. The world was coming to an end for
her! The dog butted his head up against her thighs, forcing them
farther apart so he could lick her cunt more easily.
"Oh, ohhh ..."
Linda rolled her head against the wall, closing her eyes,
feeling hot tears of shame rolling down her cheeks. Wrong, wrong,
so very wrong! She could feel his tongue licking over her
buttocks now. In a moment Linda felt the silken material of her
panties quickly soak through with doggie spit, making it so much
easier for her to feel the roughness of the animal's tongue
against her pussy.
"Horrible ... horrible," she gasped, opening her eyes and
peering down at the animal.
She could smell herself now, actually smell her arousal.
That was what was making Chad so crazy, so determined to hold her
there and lick. He liked that, liked that smell, the taste of her
fuck juice as it oozed from her fuck pit and soaked down her
panties. He was an animal, a lusting animal aroused by her smell.
And how she hated him! How she absolutely hated him for doing
this awful thing to her! What would her aunt say if she were to
find out this sort of thing went on under her roof?
But who would tell? The dog? Linda choked out a laugh,
ending it in a groan as Chad began to get more insistent about his
licking. Oh, where would this all end?
Chapter 2
"No, Chad, no ..."
Again Linda had tried pushing the animal from her, kicking
him. She had driven her toes into his furry, powerful chest. The
big German Shepherd backed away only for a moment, twisting his
head around and snapping those powerful jaws at her retreating
foot. Linda screamed, drawing her leg behind the other. She had
heard that snap, that awful crunch of those criss-crossed fangs
that could snap a small animal in two. She shuddered, wondering
if he would attack her if she weren't more cooperative! The
thought made her head reel. A dog ... a damned, stupid dog
telling her what to do! How the world was turning upside down for
her!
He was so insistent too ... so strong and insistent and
overwhelming! And now he was stretching the nylon away from her
body. She felt the surface of that tongue grazing one exposed
cunt-lip. Too far! He was going far too far! Touching her pussy
was too much.
"Stop it ... damn you, stop this ..."
Gasping from the unbelievable hot tickle she was
experiencing, Linda shoved her hands down to cover the exposed hot
flesh. Chad growled, licking her fingers, nuzzling at them with a
hot eagerness that stunned her.
"Oh no, no ... you can't be doing this to me, Chad, you ...
you can't ..."
Her cry ended in a moan of delight. Yes he could and he was
doing it. That tongue kept curling around her fingers, trying to
get around to the prize, to her hot tender virgin pussy. Linda
found herself thinking about it one more time, about letting the
animal touch her some more without letting him really do anything.
But standing there in the hall, letting him touch her cunt
with his tongue was going too far by most standards. The frowning
face of her mother suddenly floated in front of her, those
terrible words condemning her if she were to let a man touch her
echoing through her mind. But this wasn't a man. What would her
mother have to say about a dog? Again Linda choked out a laugh.
"Ohhhh ... uuuuhhhh ..." she moaned.
Linda tried kicking at the dog once more. Chad was ready for
her again, backing away, then jumping forward when she nearly lost
her balance from that blow. There was the sudden scalding
pressure of his tongue as it brushed over the elastic leg band of
her soaked panties, peeling her cunt-lips apart. That sensation,
that touch of his tongue against her pussy-meat nearly brought her
to her knees! Her shoulder blades banged heavily against the
frame, knocking the picture from the wall. As it crashed to the
floor behind her, temporarily startling the animal, Linda felt her
knees shaking mightily. One wet lick had rubbed over her clit,
making the woman bite down hard on her lower lip and draw blood.
Yes, she had to punish herself, punish herself for feeling
something this good coming from this unnatural situation.
For it was unnatural. Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed
right any longer. She had never heard of a woman doing something
like this. Well, she had heard of it, but the women doing it were
always fictionalized joke characters or those awful whores south
of the border who did it for the money. Horses! Donkeys! Now
there was something she could try! If the dog didn't satisfy her,
she could always go down to the corral and ...
What am I thinking of? she asked herself.
Had she lost her senses? The clouds of her excitement broke
for a moment and Linda saw herself as a sick, perverted woman
doing the worst thing possible to satisfy her lust.
"Away ... get away ..."
But Chad pressed harder. She felt her asscheeks tight
against the wall. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't seem
to make him stop. Again Linda raised her hand to strike the
animal. And this time when the animal ducked back she pushed
herself forward, staggering awkwardly toward her bedroom. He
couldn't do it in there, not in her room, not when she locked the
door.
"No!"
The animal pursued her, snapping at her ankles, threatening
to bite her. Somehow Linda managed to kick him away, sweep into
her room and slam the door before Chad could get in.
"Oh thank God, thank God," she moaned, leaning against the
door, her hands still pressing against the wood.
Linda gasped and panted, her face red with passion, her clit
throbbing like a burning red jewel while fuck juice dripped down
her shivering thighs. She was away from the dog, but how she
wanted his touch! How, even now with her body pressed against the
locked bedroom door, she wanted the German Shepherd's tongue
caressing her hot, drippy slit!
"God help me, it's so wrong, so wrong," she sobbed, jamming
her whitened knuckles in her mouth and trying to drive those
horrible, delicious feelings from her mind. There was the feeling
of Chad's soft, warm furry body rubbing against her ankles, the
feeling of his tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy while her
clit burned with desire.
What was she doing? Oh dear God, what was she doing? Linda
heard Chad whimpering and barking outside, heard him stretching
against the wood, felt him butting against the door. He wanted
in. He wanted to get at her cunt again, to lick her silly. In a
second she felt her fingers closing around the brass doorknob,
tightening, starting to twist it around. Was she going to open
the door, let him in? She was dizzy with confusion, uncertainty.
Again Linda stopped, biting down on her sore lower lip, feeling
the awful morality of the situation. Then another rush of hot
flashes seared her cunt. Her knees were trembling as she finally
twisted the doorknob all the way, defying her moral side. The dog
barked happily, rushing in too quickly for her to stop it now.
"Ohhhhh God, forgive me," she whispered as the dog swarmed
around her. Linda stumbled in the gathering darkness, unsure of
her footing. The other sandal came off. Standing there by the
queen-sized bed, she hesitated, then crossed her arms and pulled
off the jersey, reaching back around and unsnapping her bra. It
was like getting in bed with a lover. A lover! A dog lover !
Linda sucked in a ragged breath, feeling her chest tighten at the
thought, No, that was letting her mind go too far. She couldn't
think like that, not if she wanted to keep what sanity she had.
Reaching down, the woman unbuttoned her skirt, stepping from it,
tossing the garment in the corner with her other clothes.
There would be no thought, no thinking about her mother,
about her wilder sister who undoubtedly would have thought
something like this deliciously kinky. There would be no thought
of Hank, of her aunt who would undoubtedly have reeled back in
horror. No, there was only her and that dog, that wonderful,
awful dog now climbing onto the bed and edging toward her.
"Oh, ohhh ..."
How much more comfortable, how much more sexy this was, lying
there in the soft bed, the mattress caressing her half-naked body,
the springs squeaking and groaning against their double weight.
She wiggled backward on the bed, her heels digging into the
mattress while her fingernails clawed at the coverlet. The dog
was panting, his ears pricked forward, his eyes glistening almost
evilly in the dark.
"Ohhhhh, Chad ... this is wrong ... wrong ..."
Her voice sounded so small, so cracked and hollow in this
small room. She gasped, feeling the velvety surfaces of her pussy
exposed, feeling them rubbing together as she wriggled higher on
the bed. Chad jumped forward, his forepaws hitting her thighs.
It was such a wild feeling, such an overwhelming sensation that
Linda nearly fainted from the delicious sensation.
"Ohhhhh ..."
His nose rubbed up against her hot cunt mound, pressing the
warm flesh. Linda cried out, snapping her head back, feeling her
long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders and lower back. He
was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he
crouched above her on the bed. What a pair they made! The woman
and her dog, her pet, her lover! Linda held her head with her
fingers, petrified with horror.
There was no going back now. She had made the choice, had
invited him here into her room. And now she had to pay the price.
He was touching her with his tongue, making her stomach buck with
fear. It was an unnamed fear, but one that nevertheless made her
cry out. Why wasn't she striking him or screaming? Why wasn't
she trying to kick him away as she had in the hall? All she could
think of was that wonderful slick touch against her flesh.
Slowly, gradually, the fear eased, turning into something
else, something unrelated to terror.
"Chad ..." she murmured through a haze of passion.
There wasn't a threat, a horror in her voice anymore. As the
seconds ticked by, Linda was becoming more and more aroused by the
panting German Shepherd. She twisted her body from side to side
on the bed, found herself grasping at the coverlet and nearly
tearing at the material as the hot tension in her cunt increased.
"Uhhhhh ..." Oh how lovely, how wonderful.
The dog was going crazy now that she had surrendered
completely to him. His tongue slopped over the sensitive flesh of
her upper and inner thighs. Each lick was bringing her higher and
higher along the sexual plane toward orgasm. She could feel
floods of her buttery fuck juice seeping from her fuzzy cunt pit,
wetting down her cunt hairs and the dog's snout. It was a
wonderful, delightful friction. Her knees fell apart more and
more. What a delicious sensation it was to feel her cunt-lips
unstick and peel back. Chad growled and dropped his head a little
farther, licking at her outer pussy-lips. And then he was
nuzzling his snout between them, his paws braced on her spread
thighs. In a moment, the woman realized he was smelling her,
smelling her the way she'd seen dogs sniff one another in the
fields! Somehow that knowledge excited Linda even further!
Gently and oh so delicately Chad was moving his tongue around and
around her cunt, petting her clit, slopping his tongue back down
into her ass-crack, then edging it up toward her cunt once more.
In a moment she felt the whole lower half of her body wet with
doggie spit, slick with his spittle as she pranced her ass wildly
in the air for more.
"Uhhhhhhhh ..." she groaned.
He had grown tired of moving his tongue around the soaked narrow
band of nylon separating him from her pussy. Drawing back, Chad
opened his mouth and began nipping at her panties. Linda
screamed, jerking up, curling her fingers into two fists and
beating at the handsome dog's head. She could hear the material
tearing, ripping under his fangs. But the big dog wasn't put off.
He kept tearing and pulling at the briefs, wrenching his head as
if he'd captured some small animal. The pink wet nylon tore more
and more. Chad was growling louder ... not an angry growl, but
one of incredible excitement. In another moment she felt the
panties hanging in velvety shreds around her ass and belly.
"Oh ... my ... God!"
The excitement of that last moment drove away the last shred
of fear the woman had. She didn't care what was happening now.
She knew the animal between her legs. She knew it was a German
Shepherd licking her, drawing more and more floods of juice from
her cunt. The hunger of her body, the need for that wild, lovely
friction kept her from revolting from it at the moment. Now all
she thought of was the sensation, the sheer, animalistic sensation
of Chad's tongue going over and over her cunt, making it burn
crazily! How her mouth had gone dry! And it was hard for her to
draw in a shuddering breath. Her moans became louder, more
frantic while her naked legs beat at the mattress.
Linda felt her hands reaching down to her belly, searching
for the dog's pointed snout. She felt with her fingers at the
squishy, hairy mess between her thighs. And then there was his
tongue, that wonderful tongue lapping back and forth, wetting down
her pussy, pushing her cunt curls up and sticking them down until
they were all pointed up toward her jiggling tits.
"Oh yes ... Jesus Christ in heaven!" Linda tensed her thigh
and ass muscles, moving her butt up, giving the dog more of her
cunt to eat.
Chad sensed her growing excitement and whimpered excitedly
through his nose. Now he was licking the bottom of her ass with
his tongue, lapping back into the hot split, then drawing his
tongue forward.
This couldn't go on forever. Linda could feel her cunt
muscles winding up for a big climax! She could feel her clit
vibrating, straining up from the surrounding moist cunt flesh.
Never, never had she felt anything like this before in her life!
Even when she was at home alone playing with herself in bed ---
that forbidden finger-fucking she'd somehow managed to enjoy in
spite of her mother's terrible warnings --- the sensations drawn
from that compared little to this onrush of sensations.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh God, God, this can't ... can't be
happening to ... to meeeeeeeee!"
The animal's tongue was petting her clit once more. Linda
thought she would die when he kept sticking that oral organ over
and over her sputtering clit. She bounced her ass frantically on
the bed, hearing the headboard slapping violently against the
plaster wall. She didn't care if the damned bed shot through to
the other room. She didn't care if again and again the mattress
squeaked and groaned, perhaps telling someone outside the window
what was going on in the house. All Linda cared about was that
terrible itchy ache between her thighs was now growing to an
excruciating throb. She could feel her cunt walls buckling in
from the rising heat, could feel them spasm. She felt the muscles
cramping, trying to grab onto the animal's snout as if it were a
cock! Yes, a hard, stiff cock, one like Hank probably had
dangling between his legs. Again she thought of the handsome
foreman and another rush of chilly heat lapped up her thighs.
Linda was throwing her head from side to side, the hair tangling
around her throat as she gasped and babbled toward orgasm.
Pitching on the bed, bucking her ass against Chad's jaws, she
felt his fangs cutting her slightly. That acute ticklish
sensation brought more babbling groans of pleasure from her
throat. She was going to die, just going to die from this kind of
intense pleasure! People couldn't stand this kind of excitement
without or dying right there in the sack!
"Ohhhhh God!"
Lights flashed in front of her eyes. Shoving her hand down
once more, Linda raked her fingers over his fur, pulling the
whimpering mutt harder against her pussy. She was going to make
it, going to cum with a frenzy!
"Cummmmm!" she yelled.
How she had wanted to shout at times when her finger fucked
in and out of her cunt, her knuckles toying with her clit, making
her grunt and gasp mere feet away from her sleeping mother. She
had managed to restrain herself then. But now there was no one in
the house. And the throbbing ache between her legs was so much
more intense than before.
"Cummmmmm!" she shouted again, whipping her legs against the
mattress, then drawing her knees up and hugging the whimpering
German Shepherd lightly. It was going to be a mindless rut, a
wild whorish ride through climax!
"Huhhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrrr!" Linda found herself
growling like a dog herself, tossing her head, feeling her hair
whipping over her face.
Her legs were filled with an itching, tantalizing fire, the
flames licking her thighs the way Chad's tongue was. Bucking her
body so wildly she thought she might knock the dog off, Linda
cried out one more time, the cords sticking from her throat while
her fingers held tightly onto the dog's big head. Cumming! She
was cumming, actually cumming in the dog's mouth!
"Yaggghghhhhhh!" she screamed.
It was so deliciously good, so wildly intense! Linda jerked
like a speared fish, shoving her fingers into her cunt and feeling
the muscles convulsing and clasping while Chad whimpered and
licked her shaking knuckles.
When it was over, she opened her eyes again, finding the big
dog off the bed and curled in one corner. He was licking his cock
gently, his head bobbing back and forth, his attention focused on
that thing between his legs and not on her. Linda rose, feeling
so dizzy and spaced out. She watched Chad for several seconds,
feeling a little sick. She'd done it, actually let a dog bring
her off!
"Oh ... my ... God!"
More tears flowed. Shaking her head from side to side as if
that would somehow change what had occurred, Linda slid off the
bed, padding across the hardwood floor and opening the door. Chad
stopped his licking, raised his head and looked questioningly at
the naked woman. Linda paused for a moment, then rushed from the
room, stumbling through the hall until she reached the bathroom.
"What have I done? Oh my God, what have I done?"
Linda kicked the door closed and flicked on the light,
staring at herself in the cracked cabinet mirror over the
washbasin. Her mouth was a little swollen, her face red while her
hair hung in blonde tangles all over her neck and throat. She
could see that her body was still aroused. Her nipples were still
long and red, sticking straight out from the surrounding flesh.
"I'll get rid of that dog tomorrow," she whispered to
herself, reaching down to the tub and turning on the water. A
shower. A good, cold shower would help.
And then?
There would be no more. It was over. She had slipped, made
a mistake. It wouldn't happen again. No, it wouldn't! Clenching
her teeth together and stepping into the tub, Linda swore she
would see herself rot in hell rather than let Chad touch her.
Never again!
Chapter 3
"So what about it? Is this place a stud farm or isn't it?"
"Janice!"
Linda sat at the other end of the kitchen table, a glass of
juice in her hand. The question had caught Linda off-guard.
Janice was sitting opposite her, sipping her coffee nonchalantly,
staring at her with those blue eyes.
"Well, I've heard all those stories about the men who work on
the ranches ... you know," she said confidentially, setting down
her coffee and leaning forward with a wicked smile on her lips.
"And I thought ... well, that my sister was being cared for,
especially since Aunt Jane's out of the way for a while."
Linda nearly blanched. It was all she could do to keep from
giving away her terrible secret. That night Chad had attacked her
she had phoned her sister, nearly begging her to come up. Janice
had arrived late Wednesday night, the two of them chatting quickly
until fatigue and guilt forced Linda to call time until Thursday
morning. Now Janice was sitting opposite her, leering at her,
making jokes while she felt her life crumbling. And this was the
night Hank the foreman was supposed to take her out to the dance!
"Well, you can put all those stories out of your head,
Janice," Linda said stiffly, setting down her juice glass on the
plate with a clatter. "Nothing's happened here, and nothing's
going to happen. I was just feeling very lonely and ... oh, I
don't know," Linda said impatiently, waving one hand in front of
her face.
"I can understand how you might feel lonely up here, Linda,
but with all those handsome studs out there ... someone like me
would ... well, have a good time and run the ranch," Janice said,
narrowing her eyes and broadening her smile.
Linda sighed, feeling somehow less a woman than her sister.
She had always felt that way. Janice had always had the men, had
had the dates while she sat at home and felt her pussy tighten and
burn.
"Have you ... fooled around any?" Janice asked after a moment
or two of silence had passed.
"No," Linda said firmly, somehow feeling a little ashamed of
herself. "But I've got a date tonight with the foreman. A dance
in town and ..."
She couldn't finish the sentence. What was she doing going
out with Hank? Was she going to let him try something? Was this
her first go at a ... a fuck? Just thinking about the possibility
made her a little short of breath. Linda picked up the juice
glass again and took another sip, feeling her sister's mocking
smile.
"Well, not bad. The foreman yet. Nothing like starting at
the top."
Linda shivered, studying her sister for a moment.
"Don't you have any hang-ups? I mean, when you go out on a
date, do you ..." Linda couldn't finish the sentence, feeling her
face blush furiously.
"This is the day of women's liberation," Janice said simply,
shrugging and sipping her coffee once more. "If a man wants me
and I want him, why should I stop what's so natural?"
"But morals ... don't they mean anything to you?" Linda
asked, feeling her flesh crawling with excitement, her nipples
stiffening, scratching against the stiff material of her bra. Her
sister's arguments were making her more and more aroused, excited
at the thought of going out with Hank tonight.
"The problem's that you're just too uptight about men, Linda.
You've always been that way. Of course, mama had a better crack
at you than me. I think she just threw up her hands and left me
for the devil," Janice said, running the rim of the coffee cup
back and forth over her lips. "Well, that consignment hasn't been
all that bad, let me tell you."
Linda wanted to ask her sister so many questions about men.
She was sure Janice could tell her much. Of course, she was one
up on her sister. There was the other night, the night when she
had let that German Shepherd crawl on top of her and lick her
pussy into orgasm. She was certain Janice had never thought about
that, let alone done it. But that was something Linda wasn't
about to confess to anyone, let alone Janice!
"I just don't think doing things with men is all that
important," Linda said a little gloomily, getting up and starting
to collect the breakfast dishes.
"That's your problem, Linda. But if that foreman were to
take me out and if I liked him, I think I could fuck with him all
night."
"Janice!"
"Darling, if your precious virginity means more to you than
being happy ... you are still a virgin, right?"
Linda nodded her head up and down.
"Well, then, if keeping your cherry means more to you than
having a man's dick, I feel a little sorry for you. You don't
know how good it is to ---"
"Stop it!" Linda shouted at Janice, her fingers trembling and
threatening to let go of the breakfast dishes. She wasn't used to
this kind of talk, this kind of horrible banter about men and
cocks and sex.
"Don't you worry, Linda. I won't mention it again," Janice
sniffed, a little miffed at her sister's sudden outburst.
"Don't ... don't you have any hang-ups at all?" Linda asked
bitterly, dumping the dirty dishes in the sink and turning to face
her sister.
"Few," Janice said, getting up from the table and stretching
her arms over her head. She was still dressed in a silky blue
robe. It began to open as she moved her body from side to side,
revealing the inner curves of her full, big, high-riding tits.
Linda sucked in her lower lip and bit down.
"The men ... they can see you through the back window," Linda
whispered.
"Let them. I'm available," the brunette said wickedly,
winking at her sister, then sashaying out of the kitchen.
It had been a mistake inviting Janice up here. Linda could
see that already. She had forgotten what a slut the girl could be
when she wanted. Linda had wanted comfort, some companionship.
And instead she had managed to land another problem. Well, why
not? This seemed to be the year for problems, for trials. Taking
one dish at a time, Linda began rinsing off the unused food,
thinking about Hank, about what was going to happen later that
evening when he took her to the dance in town.
Several hours passed. Janice, in respect to her sister, had
kept her profile low, wearing the most modest of dresses around
the house and doing her best not to entice the farmhands. Even
though she taunted her sister with all sorts of smart remarks,
Janice really loved her sister, admiring her for trying to run
this ranch and still deal with the problems of her life. It was
shortly after one o'clock when Linda announced 'she was taking the
car to town.
"I'll pass on the big tour of the metropolis," Janice said
jauntily, stretching out on the living room sofa and leafing
through a magazine. "It's too hot out there anyway and I'll bet
you don't have air conditioning in the car."
"Aunt Jane thought it was too expensive and ---"
"Thought so," Janice said, arching her eyebrows knowingly and
going back to her magazine. "I'll sit here while you go out and
have fun. Then we'll have a nice long talk about men."
Linda shivered, once again thinking about her date with Hank
that evening. She paused at the door, then walked out to the
waiting car, leaving Janice alone in the house.
The brunette sat in the living room for the next few minutes
looking at the pictures of the journal, her mind drifting as she
heard Linda's car drive off. Contrary to what her sister thought,
she hadn't been the town whore. Her mother had managed to instill
some guilt in her, although not the quantity she'd dumped onto
Linda. It had taken her quite a lot of time and effort to finally
fuck a guy. Even now at college, Janice found herself initially
reluctant to let a man do more than simply kiss her and feel her
up every now and then. Her talk was bravado --- or a good deal of
it.
Her reverie was broken by the sound of paws scratching over
the kitchen tiles. Looking up from the pages, Janice saw Chad
pause at the doorway, tilt his head and look curiously at her.
His long pink tongue was hanging from one corner of his mouth.
"Why, a friend," Janice said flippantly, folding the magazine
up and putting it to one side. She patted her legs and called to
the dog. "Come here, Chad. We didn't have a good chance to get
acquainted."
The German Shepherd raised his bushy tail and barked,
trotting over to her and sniffing around her legs.
"Friendly little thing, aren't you?" she cooed, rubbing her
fingers against his head and bending down slightly to press her
chin against his soft, warm fur. "Oh, you're a nice, nice dog."
Chad was whining and groaning happily, pressing his head
against her lap. Then he began doing something that Janice found
a little odd at first, then disconcerting. She felt his tongue
sloshing up and down her right leg, that tongue edging dangerously
close to her knees and her cunt.
"That's enough, Chad," she said, pushing the dog from her.
"You're getting a might too friendly, and I don't want ---"
Janice stopped in mid-sentence. He was growling, growling
angrily at her. She dropped her hands, her eyes widening as she
scooted her ass back. Linda hadn't said anything about this
animal being mad or crazed. He certainly had seemed friendly
enough that Wednesday evening when she first walked into house,
suitcases in hand. Now he was staring slit-eyed at her, his ears
pinned back, the short fur around his neck standing up. And
always there was that low growl, that awful low growl that made
her flesh crawl. Janice had been in some tight situations before.
But they had always been with men --- with humans! Now she sat on
the couch with her hair standing on end, a mad dog between her
legs bent on tearing her to pieces.
"Oh God ... help me," she whispered, unable to speak more
loudly as the animal's growling grew deeper and louder.
At first Janice thought he was going to attack her. She had
heard stories about dogs going for the throat of their own masters
at times. But no, that didn't seem to be what Chad wanted. He
still sat there, his tail moving from side to side, his eyes
glittering with some kind of excitement. Then the brunette
realized he was smelling her. She watched his black nostrils
quivering, saw him dropping his head to a position between her
legs and pushing forward. He was smelling her cunt!
"Oh my God!"
As experienced as Janice thought herself to be, nothing had
prepared her for something like this. A dog smelling her,
sniffing at her pussy while she sat there terrified on the couch.
"You horny bastard! Get away from me," she said with some
bravado, reaching down and trying to shove Chad from her once
more.
But the animal began growling again, snapping at her. Janice
drew her hand back rapidly, her eyes growing round as she tucked
her ass away from the big dog once more. He wasn't kidding. He
had every intention of staying there and doing what he was doing
for as long as he chose.
"My God!" Janice rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt,
feeling her scalp crinkling with terror.
Men were one thing. She thought she could handle most
situations with them. But a dog? Janice had heard of women who
did those kind of things. But she ... no, never would she have
thought of degrading her body by letting an animal touch her.
Again she tried moving away from Chad, sliding her ass to one
side, feeling her fingers sinking into the soft material of the
sofa cushions. Chad growled a little more loudly, peeling back
his black rubbery lips and exposing his white fangs.
He had her cornered! She could hear his breathing. It
sounded as labored and heavy as some of the breathing she'd heard
from men as they wedged themselves between her legs and fucked
her. How many had that been? Two, three? Not the score of men
parading through her bedroom Linda and some others had thought.
And now she was having this dog courting her, trapping her right
there in this house, sniffing her cunt!
"Get ... away ... my God, what's wrong with you?" Janice
hissed through her teeth.
She felt his snout pressing against her right thigh now, felt
his panting breath against her flesh. Janice sucked in air and
held it as the dog began licking her steadily now, sloshing his
tongue up and down, up and down her leg, touching the soft spot
behind her knee. Janice thought she would wait until she had a
chance to roll away and rush out from the house. She would tell
her sister what happened. Well, not exactly what happened, but
perhaps say something about Chad attacking her, trying to bite
her. That would partially be the truth and it would get the
animal out of the house until she left.
"Ohhh ..." she moaned.
What was happening to her? My God, what was happening to
her? Several minutes had gone by. Janice was still sitting on
the couch, enduring the dog's touch. But that was wrong. No,
enduring was the wrong word. She was enjoying it, actually liking
what he was doing to her! The woman felt her knees slowly sagging
apart. A kind of hot wet feeling was developing between her legs,
the kind of sensation she felt when a man really excited her!
Janice let out a shuddering moan, moving her ass from side to side
on the couch. She closed her eyes, curling her fingers and
letting the nails dig hard into her palm. It was wrong. It was
so wrong to let that animal touch her like that! And it was even
more wrong for her to feel that hot, itchy, throbbing ache between
her shivering thighs. Yes, they were shivering, shivering with
excitement, the kind of arousal she should only have with a man!
"No ... wrong, wrong ..."
She hadn't worn her panties, something she felt was terribly
exciting as she walked about, feeling the air blow up between her
legs and caress her cunt-lips. Now the woman realized that, at
least here, that had been a mistake. The dog was pushing up
against her, shoving her short skirt up, drawing his snout closer
and closer to her cunt.
"No ..."
Janice struggled for control of her mind and body, reaching
down and trying to push her skirt back down over her knees. But
Chad would have none of that. He growled again, snapping his
teeth so close to her right hand Janice could feel his breath
against her knuckles. Again she let out a small sharp cry,
drawing her hands away. There was nothing she could do, nothing
except let the animal have his way and lick her.
"Uhhhhh ..." she moaned against her will.
And was there anything so wrong about that? As the seconds
ticked by, Chad's tongue drew more and more forbidden pleasure
from her cunt. She was starting to feel delight in what the big
German Shepherd was doing to her. Janice knew it was wrong, very
wrong for this to be happening. In her wildest, most erotic
dreams the woman never thought of making it with an animal! But
now that it was happening it felt so good, so ... so natural! She
let her head fall back on the sofa, rolling from side to side,
tensing her ass muscles and raising her ass off the couch
cushions. Her skirt was now up around her waist, completely
exposing her pussy-meat to the hungry animal. She could feel his
breath panting through the black moist cunt curls! It was good,
very, very good!
"Ohhhh ... touch me, doggie, touch me all over," she
whispered, reaching down and caressing Chad behind the ears. No
longer did Janice want to push him away. No, no, there was only
delight now in her thoughts, only the desire to have his tongue go
on and on while she pranced her ass there, wanting more friction,
more ... more something, although she didn't know quite what at
this moment.
"Nice ... ohhhhh, sooooo nice!"
Janice rolled her ass, feeling her skin pucker up into
gooseflesh when Chad moved up farther and poked his nose against
her cunt-lips. He was actually touching her there, licking her
pussy up and down in mind-blowing laps.
Janice drew her hands up, cupping them around her tits. She
squeezed hard, moaning as she felt the nipples stiffening,
brushing against the soft material of her sweater. Naked. She
had to get naked with the dog there between her legs. It would
feel that much more sexy, that much more delightful. Moving up a
little, the woman crossed her arms, grabbing her sweater and
tugging it up over her head. She felt her tits lifted up, tugged
at by the garment. She moaned with pleasure, tossing the sweater
over the back of the sofa, leaning back one more time and letting
the dog at her cunt.
"Good, Chad ... nice doggie ... ohhh, if only my sister knew
how nice you were!"
It was unbelievable! She was letting this happen almost
under her prudish sister's nose. Janice laughed, thinking just
how horrified Linda would be if she were to walk in suddenly now
and find her there with the dog, letting him touch her all over.
"Uhhhh ... good, nice and good ..."
Janice felt herself falling down into a bottomless pit of
emotion and sensation as the big German Shepherd kept on licking
her, driving her higher and higher until she could cum in the
dog's mouth. How deliciously evil! She was going to climax that
way. And how good it would feel!
Chapter 4
"Damn, damn ..."
Janice's voice trailed off into a harsh cry as Chad touched
her with that magic tongue of his, licking and lapping her pussy
until the woman thought she was going to lose her mind. The
brunette was panting so hard her mouth was dry and her throat
hurt.
Pushing herself from the couch, Janice found herself on the
floor, her skirt still rolled up to her waist, her ass sliding
back and forth on the carpeted floor. Wallowing her shoulders
against the scratchy piling, her hair fanned out behind her head,
the woman let her legs spread wide for the animal.
Chad barked happily, wedging his muscular furry body between
her thighs, growling and nuzzling her asscheeks with his snout.
The pressure of his cold snout against her pussy made the woman
scream again with unspeakable pleasure. There were no more
thoughts about the right and wrong of the situation. Janice
didn't panic at the thought of letting an animal touch her all
over. Now all she could think about was the delightfully
hot/chilly flashes racing through her cunt now, making her skin so
sensitive to the dog's touch.
A lush heat spread over her cunt and belly. Janice groaned,
rocking her body from side to side. She moved her hands up to her
tits and squeezed, feeling her nipples stand up even more. How
strange it was to have a hotness and a chill spread all over her.
The heat came from her own sexual furnace, stoked to an explosive
heat by the dog's continued licking. The coolness came from the
evaporation of the dog's spit as more and more of his saliva
dripped onto her cunt, trickling through her pussy hairs.
"Ohhhh ... yesssssss!"
The German Shepherd growled again, moving his snout directly
over the woman's cunt. He licked at the small curly hairs,
sticking them down against her hot cunt-meat. It was almost more
than Janice could stand. She snapped her head front left to
right, the long brown hairs tangling around her throat while her
nostrils flared, burned with the oxygen she sucked in to feed her
writhing body. This was wild, perhaps more wild than the first
time she'd cum with a man!
With another sigh of delight, Janice began pulling her knees
up, bending them slowly, drawing them toward her jiggling tits.
As she bent her legs, she felt the resulting pressure stickily
pull her cunt-lips apart, exposing more and more of her pussy to
the animal. He liked it! He really enjoyed it. Looking up, the
woman could, see Chad draw back, examine the dark-red, moist cunt-
meat, then go back to her pussy, his tongue sloppily caressing the
pulsing flesh again and again.
"God!" Janice gasped.
Janice arched her back, hitting the balls of her feet against
Chad's strong back. She was rolling her ass slowly from side to
side now, rocking her body as if it were a boat caught in a
hurricane. Chad was going a little more wild now, nipping his
teeth along her cunt-lips, then letting his tongue soothe over the
teased flesh. No man had ever done anything like this before!
She cried out with wheezing, whistling sounds.
Janice's angry red cunt-lips glistened with doggie spit as
the German Shepherd began to work diligently at her pussy. She
couldn't hold back, couldn't deny the rushing sensation of hot
feelings making her cunt pucker in, making her pussy walls flutter
and clasp at nothing except the dog's probing snout. If only she
had a cock, a good hard stiff prick fucking in and out of her cunt
now. That was the only thing that was missing.
"Unnnnn ..." the woman moaned.
Raising her head again, Janice saw the dog's head half hidden
in the bush of her furry cunt. She watched with growing
excitement as his tongue slathered in and out, probing at her wet
cunt. He was licking her cunt hairs again and again until they
were plastered down against her flesh, all of them pointing
upward, matted down with his hot spit. His tongue slid regularly
in and out, in and out like a tiny prick, gliding into her hole
and caressing the puffy folds and hollows of her pussy.
With another groan, Janice sank back onto the floor. Her
eyelids fluttered while her fingers clawed at the piling of the
livingroom carpet. It was all too good, far too good to last!
Again she moved her ass around, rubbing the backs of her naked
legs against Chad's strong back. How good it was to feel that
soft sensation of his body against hers!
Janice could feel that familiar rush of feeling soar through
her cunt, making her clit throb with delight. She twisted against
the carpeting again, her feet kicking against the sofa and moving
it to the right with the force of her frantic blows. She was
wheezing and gasping for air now, her tits slapping wetly against
one another.
"Chad ... ohhh doggie, doggie, you're ... you're so good ...
so, uhhhhh so very good!"
Spit dribbled down from her cunt, wetting down her plump,
jiggling asscheeks. Janice opened her mouth to cry out as a
particularly powerful series of spasms shot through her cunt.
"Yaggghhhhh ..."
No man had made her feel like this ... or so it seemed as she
thrashed and bucked frenziedly against Chad's gumming mouth.
Again the brunette opened her mouth to scream out. But nothing
came. It was as if her vocal cords were paralyzed, rendered
useless by her own excitement. Every muscle in her body tensed
and cramped and pulled as the big dog shoved his snout farther and
farther into her clenching cunt.
"Th ... there, oh God, there!"
She jerked her thighs up, feeding her cunt to the hungry
animal. He was hungry, wanting to eat her cunt. That thought
made her whimper through her nose more excitedly, kicking her legs
high in the air while making her beat her fists against the dog's
powerful sides.
"God, oh God!"
The room swirled around her in a mad explosion of colors.
Janice pulled herself up again and gazed at the lapping animal.
How odd it was, seeing something that big, that dark and furry
between her legs! His pointed ears bobbing up and down, his tail
wagging slowly from side to side, the hairs tickling her toes ---
it was all so strange. Janice thought about it again and closed
her eyes, feeling her cunt winding up for that big cum that would
blast her through the roof.
Chad was getting physical, toying with his willing victim now
that he knew she wanted him, needed him. He was pulling back
slightly, leaving her juicy cunt alone for a moment. Janice felt
his breath panting along her right inner thigh. And then ... and
then he turned his head, opening his jaws and sinking his fangs
lightly into her sensitive flesh. That was too much! The woman
beat her fists wildly against the floor, jerking her head from
side to side while crying out like a tormented beast!
"Eaaayyyaggghhhhh!"
She could feel his teeth sinking in, pushing aside the
tendons, arousing the nerves to a fever pitch. The woman
shuddered, squeezing her asscheeks together to rid herself of the
cramp.
"Uhhhhh."
Then Chad let her go, moving back up to the woman's
overheated cunt. There was that sloshy feel and sound, that
wonderful sensation that drove all thought from her mind and left
only a wild feeling. Again she kicked out both legs, rolling back
on her spine, grabbing the animal hard with both hands and forcing
his snout farther and farther up her cunt.
"More ... more, Chad ... oh yes, make me --- make me feel
good!"
Sweat slicked down her body as Janice found herself spinning
more and more out of control. Her ass danced wildly against the
floor while her cunt spasmed under the dog's expert licking.
Again and again she cried for the dog to keep touching her clit.
If he touched her there again and again for the next few seconds
she would cum!
"Damn!" she muttered as again he moved his snout away from
her cunt, letting her arousal drop a notch as he busied himself
about her ass. "No, no, later ... uhhhh ... oh God, please, Chad,
please lick me ... there!"
Dog spit. More and more dog spit was slicking down her
asscheeks, dribbling into her cunthole, oozing down into her
shitter. Janice let out more shuddering sighs, feeling as if her
body were being tugged apart by the feelings tugging at her mind.
She never thought a person could feel this way and still live.
"God!"
Again the brunette moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on
the floor, feeling the scratchy carpeting reddening her back and
shoulders. Janice didn't care. Linda would never find out. And
if she did, so what? She knew her sister didn't think much of her
moral life. Surely this latest episode would only confirm Linda's
low opinion of her morality.
Chad growled, letting his teeth nip along the puffed outer
edges of her cunt-lips once more. That feeling was overwhelming,
devastating. It hurt a little, hurt in a way that made Janice
tighten her thighs and grind her ass up for more. The tug of fear
she had felt earlier wasn't enough to stop this madness. Now it
was running its course, and what a course it was!
"Uhhhh God, gonna ... gonna cummm!"
Janice was humping her back, pressing her cunt mound up once
more for the dog to eat. His fangs dug along the dainty flesh
once again. His neck hairs bristled with the wildness he felt.
Again the animal growled, tossing his head as if he were going to
tear out her throat.
"Ohhh ... damn ... damn ..."
Her fingers were clawing at the piling now, nearly pulling
the material from the matting beneath. She reached up and clawed
at the dog's furry back, urging him on, then restraining him when
she felt the biting become a bit too much. She felt vulnerable,
even a little bit in danger. She didn't know why, but letting the
German Shepherd almost hurt her was exciting. Janice wanted to
push this experience to the limit. She wanted to feel everything,
feel it drive her over the edge. Family, friends, morality,
society --- they were all cheap lies, lies invented by a bunch of
moral do-gooders to keep others down under their thumbs. She
would never be under anyone's thumb, not even her sister's.
"Uhhhhhhh ... ooohhh!"
Flames of excitement licked along her inner thighs, making
the sensitive spots between her toes itch. Dropping her legs a
little, Janice dug her feet against the dog's muscled, furred
sides.
"Faster! You bastard, faster!"
Her body was responding quickly to the hurried, sloppy
friction against her cunt slit. Thank God the animal seemed to
know when his biting could become dangerous. Chad backed off,
licking the bitten flesh, then moving back and sinking his teeth
back into her thigh. And then he moved up even higher, opening
his mouth a little more widely, then sinking his fangs, gently
into her cunt.
"Uhhhhh ..."
Janice couldn't believe this. She just couldn't believe it!
The animal was holding her cunt mound between his jaws, shaking
gently from left to right, his dark-brown eyes rolled up and
watching her.
"Ohhhhhhh ..."
Janice held her ass off the floor. The resulting wild
sensation brought a new fever to her thighs. Her hair splashed
over her face, her eyes glazed while her pussy throbbed like an
opened wound. Her orgasm was just out of reach, hanging there
like a brass ring. And the merry-go-round she was on was
wonderful, incredible! Again the frantic brunette hunched her
cunt up, feeding her sloppy pussy to the animal.
"Fuck me ..."
Had she said that? Had she actually asked the animal to fuck
her? Jerking her head up, Janice saw something that both
horrified and surprised her --- the dog's prick. That long, bumpy
boner was sliding out of its furry sheath, jerking up against the
thinning hairs of his belly. For one wild moment, the woman
thought of reaching back and touching his cock, actually brushing
her fingers against that prick to see what the reaction would be.
But then something like reason came to her. No, that would be
rushing things. More time was needed. She had to somehow come to
grips with this licking before she went further.
"Yesss ... oh yes, go for it ... oh, Chad, touch me ...
ohhhhhhh!"
The dog pawed at her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if
he somehow wanted to get deeper into her cunt. And then he began
licking her all over, slopping his tongue over her tits, washing
down her nipples with his spit, then moving down and trailing his
tongue over her shoulders, her throat, her belly. In moments,
Janice found herself covered with hot doggie spit. And she loved
it! How her mind reeled with the knowledge that the animal had
licked her belly, her tits, her arms. And Chad was whining
through his nose, plowing his head between her soft thighs and
driving his tongue back into cunthole.
"God!"
Chad's tongue. It was forcing her cunt-lips wide apart,
actually fucking back and forth. He was rolling and licking his
tongue around her swollen cunt-meat. When she felt her pussy
muscles starting to tighten and convulse, Janice went crazy. She
twisted her body around, kicking her toes against the sofa frame,
bucking her body up and down, wanting to feel that prick, that
wonderful knobby prick fucking in and out of her body.
"Uhhhhhhh ..."
Janice pranced her ass around in frantic circles, then jerked
up and down to increase the friction the dog was bringing to her
cunt. When he raked up across her clit again, the brunette cried
out, jerking her hands out once more and hugging his head hard.
Had a man ever made her feel like this with his mouth? Oh yes,
with his cock. But never with his mouth or tongue!
"God!" she gasped.
Again Janice wanted Chad to lick her everywhere at once.
Gasping for air, the woman tilted her ass one way, then rocked it
the other. She raised one leg back as far as she could to open
new hollows and folds to his hungry mouth. The German Shepherd
growled with satisfaction once more, digging at her thighs with
both paws. Then he burrowed his snout into the seething mess of
her cunt.
"You bastard ... son-of-a-bitch!"
She was crying out filthy, horrible words as she felt her
cunt explode with orgasm.
"Uhhhghhghhhhh ..."
Janice was cumming, cumming fast and hard. She wanted to
slow him down, wanted to make this last as long as she could. But
her willpower was a frayed thread that snapped somehow against
that spitty friction. Letting go, Janice fell back and pranced
her ass up and down with the ecstatic tickle that built to a sharp
peak. It seemed to choke off her breathing. Explosive spasms
tore through her body, driving out all thought and sensation
except that of her mindless cum.
Even when she tried snapping her thighs to him, Chad whined
and nosed around her. His humping made her go more insane with
delight, jerking and twisting like a woman being electrocuted.
"Nooooo!"
It was a miracle her cries hadn't attracted attention. Chad
was still crouching over her, licking, jerking his hindquarters
until that long knobby cock slipped all the way from his sheath.
Coming out of her climax, Janice looked around and saw the animal
was rubbing his doggie cock against her leg. She let out a cry
and petted his neck, letting him hunch against her until she felt
the hot, stringy spurts of cum shoot out.
Chad was barking and whining, his big powerful body trembling
against hers while more and more of his jizz spattered against
her. How she wanted to hold him tightly to her as he kept firing
his load out of those small furry balls!
And then it was over. The big German Shepherd barked and
pulled away, loping over to the corner and curling up to lick
himself.
"My God ... what have I done?" Janice wondered out loud,
rolling completely onto her back and staring up at the ceiling.
She felt her heartbeat return to normal, her breathing become more
even, deeper. A warm, comforting glow spread over her body, a
glow she'd experienced several times before with human lovers. Of
course, this was no different, not really. The end result had
been the same. Lightly she traced fingertips over her belly,
stopping the moment they touched a glob of the animal's jizz. She
stopped, feeling a shudder course through her body. Was it
revulsion, or something else?
She would think of that later when she had time. Glancing at
the clock over the mantel, Janice could see she and Chad had been
romping around for nearly an hour. God only knew when her sister
would come home. And if she were to see this ... well, it would
probably end the poor dear's life.
"And don't you say anything," Janice said, getting up and
pointing a warning finger at the licking dog. Chad looked up,
sniffed through his nose, then went back to his cock lapping. The
brunette gathered up her clothes and padded upstairs, wondering as
she went along where on earth Chad had learned to do that little
trick so expertly. Was it natural, or had he had practice? And
with whom?
Chapter 5
"What a nice horse!" Janice said.
Hank looked down at the ground, smoothing his fingers over
the sides of the big black stallion. The animal snorted uneasily,
his long tail flicking from side to side while he rolled his big
brown eyes and stared first at Hank, then at Janice.
It was nearly six in the evening that same day. Linda had
returned from her short shopping spree in town and was readying
herself for her date with Hank. Janice had showered and rested
for a while, thinking of her reaction with Chad and wondering once
more about the dog. How had he known she was excited? And where
had he gotten all that experience? Janice couldn't shake that
idea from her head. He just knew too much about a woman's body,
it seemed, for that to have been a first time!
"Yes, ma'am, one of the best around the ranch here. I ride
it myself," Hank said, patting the big buck on the sides.
Janice had roused herself when Linda began banging around the
house, nervously dressing for the dance that evening. Strolling
across the yard, the brunette had noticed some movement in the
barn and had walked over, curious to see what was going on. There
she came across Hank who was brushing down the big animal now
pawing nervously in front of her.
"I used to do some riding myself a long time ago," Janice
said wistfully, stretching out one hand and gently patting the big
horse on the head.
"His name's Thunder, ma'am."
"Thunder," Janice repeated quietly, smoothing her fingers
over his long head, feeling his heavy breath panting against her
forearm. There had always been something about horses that
attracted her. When she was small, Janice enjoyed riding on them
whenever her father took her and Linda to Griffith Park in Los
Angeles. Linda was always afraid and got off as soon as she
dared. But not Janice. She loved feeling that movement between
her legs, the subtle rub of the horse's flesh against hers, the
ripple of his muscles as he walked or trotted along the winding
paths in the city park. When she was older she had had her first
orgasm on a horse. It must have been the way he moved or the way
she was sitting. Janice was never certain about all that and
always felt a little guilty, a little ashamed for having felt such
a powerful feeling with an animal. And yet there it was. And
today?
She shook her head. Janice didn't like where this train of
thought was taking her. She would think about it later when her
head was clearer, when she had had some rest to calm her buzzing
brain.
"Nice, Thunder, nice ..."
"I'm through with Thunder in here, ma'am, gotta get ready for
... for the dance," Hank said uneasily, afraid to use the word
date in front of Janice.
The brunette smiled at his uneasiness, nodding and still
stroking the big animal's head.
"You go along, Hank. I'll close up here. I'm used to
horses, like I said, and Thunder and I get along fine."
Hank looked relieved that Janice was letting him go.
"Thanks, ma'am. Gotta wash up and change ... get outta these
duds," he said, looking down and brushing off the dirt and straw
clinging to his Levi's.
"And you'd better hurry. My sister's just about ready."
Hank rushed from the barn, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Janice laughed at his panic, then turned her attention back to the
big black stallion now calmly standing in his stall. He looked at
her, his black nostrils quivering. Janice stood in front of him,
feeling his big head nuzzling her arms, then moving over to her
tits. She froze, suddenly feeling something wild, something
totally unnatural flash through her body. It was the same feeling
she'd had when Chad began nuzzling her there in the livingroom.
Janice gasped, drawing back, her fingertips pressed to her
mouth, her eyes widened. She felt the barn reeling around her as
if she'd taken some kind of drug. Even for a lively, free-
thinking spirit like Janice, what she suddenly felt for Thunder
was unspeakable! He had nuzzled her tits, drawn that big sloppy
tongue up her arm then over to her tits. That was when she'd
moved away.
"Oh ... oh Lord!"
What on earth was happening to her? Why was she acting like
this, like some kind of Hollywood slut? God, she was worse than
those sluts parading their asses up and down the boulevard! They
made it with men. But she was turning on to this horse! Suddenly
Janice heard jeering voices talking about the women in Tijuana,
women who let donkeys fuck them right there on the stage in front
of a bunch of leering sailors!
"No, no ..."
Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and
steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing
heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural
situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once
more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that
rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing
against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy
tingle began all over again when she thought of those hours alone
with horses. Her body grew warm, the nipples stretching, pulling
against the surrounding nipple flesh. This was wrong, far more
wrong than her tryst with the German Shepherd back there in the
ranch house.
But what harm could there be if she only petted the stallion?
What harm could there be if she just felt the warm body of that
stud?
Sucking in another ragged breath, Janice walked up to
Thunder, petting him again on the head. But this time she kept
going back, moving along, talking to the big animal so he wouldn't
get spooked. She felt his sides shuddering, heard him snorting a
little nervously again as she moved back, her ass rubbing against
the splintery stall wall behind her.
"There, boy, it's all right. Janice isn't going to hurt
you," she cooed, rubbing her fingers over the warm sides.
How good, how strangely good and calming and yet exciting it
was to feel Thunder's muscular sides with her fingers. The short
smooth hair tickled her flesh. He was so warm, so firm! Janice
stopped at his mid-section, looking back and seeing the animal was
looking at her once more, having twisted his head halfway around.
Those eyes! They almost had her in a trance as she stood there in
the small area, her feet sinking into the false floor of shredded
straw. There was that odor she found exciting, that pungent aroma
of stale piss that made her wrinkle her nose.
What was she going to do? What on earth was she doing now,
leaning heavily against the animal, drawing her hands over his
sides? Was she thinking of going back farther, of touching him
all over until she reached his prick?
"Oh my God ... oh my God!"
Again Janice stopped, resting her forehead against Thunder's
sides. She was a mature woman, an experienced woman --- certainly
more experienced than her virgin sister Linda. Why couldn't she
control her emotions, especially now here in the stall? Why
couldn't she just get up and walk away, calling this little
episode for what it was worth --- a pleasant but silly excursion
into something that could be quite morally dark?
But she couldn't. Standing there, feeling those powerful
sides heaving in and out, listening to the stallion's breath
hissing through his nostrils, feeling the warmth radiating through
her blouse and fingers, Janice felt glued to the spot. She was
hesitating, feeling herself at some terrible boundary.
"God!" she moaned.
She glanced at her wristwatch. Linda would be expecting her
in the house in a few moments to give her some kind of moral
support. This was her first big date in a long time. Stroking
the stallion's sides once more, Janice found herself embracing the
animal draping her arms over his sides and pressing her body close
to him. The woman found herself smiling at the touch of the big
animal and at the thought of Linda going out for the first time in
years. Her sister was going to get fucked! She was certain of
that. In spite of the way Hank shuffled his feet and acted so
inept and stupid, she could see in his eyes he was going to make
every more he could to get between Linda's legs. She'd have to
prepare her sister beforehand somehow, give her some sisterly
advice on how to ride that wave when it finally curled and crashed
in.
But there were still a few minutes left, a few minutes alone
with this powerful, handsome animal trembling under her touch.
"Steady, Thunder, steady ... yesss, that's it, that's it ---
Janice isn't going to hurt you."
The brunette backed away a little more, feeling the whip of
his tail at times against her right elbow. He began pawing again
at the ground, snorting and dipping his head up and down as she
eased her way back toward his hindquarters. It was only when she
kept talking to him, kept touching him gently that the stud calmed
down, twisting his head around once more and watching her
intently. That stare made her shiver.
"Easy, Thunder ... don't move ... that's it, Thunder."
Her heart was pounding so hard Janice thought it would tear
through her ribcage. She was touching the big hard muscle of his
left hindquarter now, feeling it ripple under her fingertips.
Thunder moved that hoof back, stomping down on the hay, moving the
straw about nervously, then finally steadying himself as she kept
smoothing her fingers up and down, up and down his body. What was
she doing? What on earth was she doing standing here in the stall
with this stallion?
"Got to leave ... have to ..."
But some dark force had taken over her soul once more, It was
as if she were possessed by some terrible demon out to destroy
her! Janice moved her fingers down lower, hearing her own
breathing and matching it with that of the stallion's. Her knees
shook while she felt her full, flexible cunt-lips swell with
blood, folding over one another. She paused, leaning heavily
against Thunder's body again and closing her eyes. Her clit was
swollen, poking up from the surrounding moist flesh and throbbing
as if a man's prick were rubbing against it. Riding high. Again
she smiled. She had told the few men who had fucked her to ride
high so she could feel their cocks rubbing against her clit!
"Ohhhh ..." she moaned.
She moved as if in some dream state. Janice felt shamefully
close to an orgasm. An orgasm! And what had she done? What had
happened to her? She was simply standing there, touching a horse,
moving her hands up and down dangerously close to his cock. But
that was all. There had been no contact with the beast, no
touching at all except the innocent caressing against his sides.
And yet the brunette couldn't deny what she was feeling between
her thighs, a hunger that made her tremble at her own thoughts.
She stopped for a moment and wondered what on earth she was
thinking of doing, finding out she didn't know. She simply wasn't
sure of what to do. It was that force, that thing shoving her on,
showing her the way.
"Ohhh ..." Her breathing became more and more shallow, so
hot through her flared nostrils.
Her tits were killing her now, feeling so full, so swollen.
And how her nipples ached and itched, begging to be touched,
rubbed, pinched! She felt so shaky, not really herself at all.
From the other end of the stall, Janice saw the big horse still
staring at her, his black nostrils quivering with each powerful
snort he took.
"Thunder." She pronounced his name and felt her flesh crawl
around her spine.
She was getting into water far too deep for her, for anyone.
And yet she found her fingers moving once more. They were sliding
down, down the leg and around to the sexy curve of his
hindquarter. She found herself moving back, feeling the nervous
swish of his tail as it jerked back and forth more spiritedly.
"Ohhhh, what am I doing?"
The tender inner surfaces of her thighs were itchy,
tightening and relaxing. Her cunt walls rubbed against one
another, fluttering with excitement as her hand traveled around
and back until she felt something very warm, very warm and strange
against her elbow. Janice froze once more; her mouth opening.
She let out a shudder, gasping for air. A horse's cock! She had
seen pictures once of a horse fully aroused, fucking his mate.
One of the girls at her high school had brought it back from her
uncle's farm. Why the old man had taken the photo no one ever
really knew. The only thing Janice remembered thinking when she
first saw that shot was just how grotesque the whole thing seemed.
And yet now she wasn't sure.
"Nice, Thunder, nice!"
It was horrible, really horrible what she was doing and
feeling. She should stop now. And yet Janice kept going, curling
her fingers and moving them around until she felt his big coconut-
sized sac. Thunder stomped around again, snorting, dipping his
head back and forth while his mane fluttered from the violent
movements. Janice drew her hand away quickly, as if she'd just
touched a hot-plate. Thunder moved about his stall, banging his
sides against one wall. Then he calmed once more, snorting
loudly. Should she go on? Should she touch his big balls and
prick once more? The thought of being trampled in the stall just
for some stupid horny urge raced through her mind. What would her
sister say if something were to happen? Would people guess at
what she'd been doing?
"Thunder ..." Again Janice pronounced his name softly,
gently as if he were her lover. And again he calmed, twisting his
head, rolling those big brown eyes as if he were telling her he
wanted her to touch his cock again.
Janice swallowed hard, raised her hand once more and began
moving it down to the horse's balls. This time Thunder didn't
move, his only reaction being a shudder that radiated through his
entire body. Janice saw this and trembled. Opening her eyes and
looking back a little farther, she saw his prick! His cock! His
prick was big, so big, so damned big and black, hanging there like
some huge funnel, the head having slipped already from the black,
wrinkled, leathery sheath.
She stopped once more, her eyes widening with excitement.
For a moment, just for a moment Janice thought about how something
like that would feel fucking in and out of her cunt.
"My God ... what am I doing?" she asked, knowing there was no
answer.
She moved her hand up until the fingertips touched the fat,
hardening cock. This time Thunder didn't stomp. His snorting
increased, his hindquarters spreading, moving subtly from side to
side. Janice sucked in another breath, held it until her eyes
swam, then breathed and moved her other hand up. In a second, the
woman had her fingers wrapped around that big cock, had them
moving up and down. She was jacking off a horse! She was
actually jacking him off, moving her fingers up and down, feeling
the hard throbbing prick-muscle jerk in her fingers. It was
crazy, insane, as if she had been propelled into another world
where morals were turned upside down. And yet ... yet she
couldn't stop herself. Those childhood memories, the presence of
the animal here, the dog, everything was getting oh so mixed up in
her mind. All she could think of was how good it felt to be
touching Thunder like this. And the stallion certainly didn't
mind. He was breathing heavily, dipping his head once more up and
down while his tail swished against her arms excitedly. His prick
was getting good and stiff and hot now while her fingers felt the
thick veins pulsing against her flesh.
She stopped. Someone was outside! Reality exploded into her
world. With horror Janice reeled back, jerking her hands away and
rubbing them frantically against her body. Horrible! Filthy!
How could she have even thought of doing something like this, let
alone actually touched the stallion's big hot cock?
She stumbled from the stall, her hands flailing out from her
body for balance. Calm. She had to become calm before running
outside.
People would notice the frantic expression on her face if she
were to leave the barn now. Moving several feet away from the
still-snorting animal, Janice put one hand to her head and leaned
against the outer barn wall.
"What've I done? Oh Jesus, what've I done?" she moaned.
Things were getting out of hand in her life. Perhaps she
should go see a shrink. Something was wrong, terribly wrong with
her if she thought about fucking with a horse.
"Linda ... have to see Linda," she said to herself, gathering
up her strength and walking into the cool evening air.
Chapter 6
"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?"
Linda was standing on a small hill with Hank. Behind them,
nearly a quarter of a mile away, was the dance. They could hear
the music drifting through the still night air. Above them
millions of stars twinkled brightly, illuminating the countryside
with an eerie silvery glow.
"Yeah, real nice ... Linda."
Linda smiled in spite of her nervousness. It had taken some
doing, but she had finally managed to get him to call her by her
first name. That ma'am nonsense was getting to be embarrassing,
especially at the dance. And, besides, she could tell he'd been
wanting to get friendlier for a long time anyway.
"It's so clean, so clear out here. So different from Los
Angeles," she murmured.
They had had a fine time at the dance. But it had become too
stuffy inside the large hall. Linda wanted to get out, to get
some air. Needless to say, Hank was more than willing to oblige
her. They walked slowly from the crowd, then walked through a
small field to this protected hillock nearby.
"One of the best places in the world, I'll bet," Hank added,
drawing closer to the trembling woman. And she was trembling.
Linda had loved the touch of this rough man as they swept
across the dance floor. She felt his hands on her back, felt his
body rubbing against hers and nearly had a climax right there in
front of everyone. How she wanted him! In spite of all her fine
morals, in spite of all she had been taught, Linda wanted him as
she'd wanted no other man before in her life! Perhaps it was Chad
the dog who had triggered her emotions. She didn't know. All the
blonde realized was that Hank was a strong, sturdy male who could
satisfy her every need. That alone made her anxious for him to
make some kind of move --- anything that would indicate he felt
the same.
There was another moment's pause. And then the move she'd
been both waiting for and dreading came. He turned, moving his
hands around her narrow waist and drawing her close. Linda didn't
have to say anything. She knew what was on her mind, knew what
was on his. She swallowed down a lump of fear, parting her lips
and letting out a long, hissing breath --- it was finally
happening! After all these years it was finally happening. Would
she have the courage to see it through? Would she back out at the
last minute just as she'd done so many times before?
"Linda," he whispered, lowering his head toward hers.
"Don't, Hank," she said unconvincingly, drawing back a
little. "It's ... it's just not right. Somehow, it's just not!"
She felt his body shuddering against hers. She was lying and
prayed to God he would see that. It was right, so very, very
right. She had to have him, had to feel what it was like being
fucked by a man. It was either that or spending a life with Chad!
Had she thought of him? Had she actually thought of the German
Shepherd while this handsome, strong man was holding her? What
was wrong with her?
"There ain't nothin' wrong with this, with what I feel," Hank
whispered.
"No ... no ..."
She was breaking down, feeling her breathing become more and
more uneven and shallow. How her chest tightened! Looking back
up at the ranch hand, she saw big eyes burning down into her.
There was such a change, a rapid transformation of this shy
foreman into a young stud, hot for her body, hot for her cunt!
Linda felt her pussy walls snap shut and tight, felt the
protective muscles around the rim of her cunt fluttering as Hank's
hands moved around and up to her blouse. He was sliding them
under the garment, moving them up until she felt him tugging at
her bra strap.
"Oh ... God!"
Again the woman thought about how right this was --- the
owner or acting owner of the ranch making it with a hired hand.
But again Linda pushed that thought to one side. She stayed where
she was, not trying to work her way out of this desperate
situation.
"It's good, it's right, Linda. It feels right to me."
He moved his lips up against the side of her neck, blowing
softly against her flesh. Linda shuddered, feeling her skin crawl
with unspeakable lust. A red fog of lust settled over her mind,
blurring her normally clear-cut reason. Rationality was tossed
out the window as she stood there on the small hill with Hank, her
body swaying like a willow in the breeze, his hand crawling all
over her back, trying to unsnap her bra.
"Ohhh yesss, yesss ..."
She gave in, threw in the towel, threw away her morality at
the touch of his hands, at the feel of his breath against his
throat! Her blouse was completely out of her skirt now, flapping
over her ass. In a moment she felt his big hands cupping both
asscheeks, working into those soft pillows of flesh.
"Ohhhh, Linda, yeah, yeah, I've wanted you for a long time
... since you came to the ranch."
"Did you?" she panted.
Linda raised both hands, pushing them gently against his
chest in a last weak effort to get away. She wasn't serious, and
Hank could see that. Her own lust coupled with that of the
foreman's was too much for her to handle. In the distance the
dance music played on. But the two of them were too engrossed in
one another to care.
"Wh ... where can we go?" she asked in a stammering voice.
Hank smiled and looked around him.
"Nothin' wrong with right here. There's trees to protect us,
and I got my jacket," he said, pulling away and shrugging off the
garment.
Linda watched as he spread the jacket on the ground in front
of her. In a moment he was back up holding her, the iron bands of
his arms tightly around her.
"God!" she gasped.
This was going to be her first time, her very first fuck.
And how she wanted it! Her heart was beating crazily while she
fought for control of her breathing. Her tits seemed to be
growing, actually swelling in those confining cups. Janice had
told her not to wear a bra. It was too old-fashioned, her sister
had told her. But the thought of appearing in public with her
tits jiggling and swaying against her blouse frightened and
embarrassed her. She could just imagine those old biddies
cackling and chatting about what kind of woman she was, appearing
at a dance with her tits swaying around for God and everyone to
see. But right now, as she stood leaning heavily against Hank,
feeling his hands smoothing up and down her naked back, Linda
wished she had followed her sister's advice.
"Ohhhhh ..." she moaned.
He was pushing her back to where his jacket was stretched on
the ground. In a moment his mouth covered hers. Linda groaned,
tilting her head to make their lips squirm together. He was
touching her ass again, gently kneading each full asscheek until
the blonde thought she was going to faint from her rushing
excitement. That touch, even through the material of her skirt,
felt terribly good. She rocked her hips, feeling something very
warm and hard gouging against her body --- his cock! Linda
stiffened, her fingers fanning out against the side of his neck.
"Hank ... I ..."
She was about to tell him she didn't want to fuck. Yes,
again she was going to back out of life, live on the sidelines
while people like her sister Janice played on the field. But this
time the words just wouldn't come. She stood there, feeling him
touch her all over. She wanted to let it all happen. There
wasn't the reluctance, the fear that had spoiled so many other
evenings. Now there was just the arousal, the excitement burning
through her brain, exorcising all those moral bogies her mother
had carefully planted so many years ago.
That prick! His cock seemed so big, so stiff. She
remembered Janice telling her one night how badly she wanted to
get fucked. Linda wondered if that had been the first time her
sister had finally gotten fucked. Janice never talked too much
about sex after that, probably because she was getting it. Still
Linda couldn't stop thinking about it, wishing there were someone
to talk to while her cunt burned and itched so!
"Let's get down," Hank suggested.
In a moment they were flat on the ground. She could feel his
jacket gathering up under her as Hank pulled off her blouse, then
reached around and finally unfastened the snap of her halter.
Linda sighed, feeling the cups pull free of her tits. "Ohhhhh,"
she moaned.
It felt so good, so free to be naked like this, naked under
the stars, under the hot gaze of a man! Hank paused for a moment,
taking in her half-naked body, then lowering his head. In a
moment he was all over her, pushing her shoulders down, licking
her big nipples with his tongue. That tongue! How it reminded
her for a moment of Chad, that German Shepherd as he had crouched
over her that fateful night, touching her tits and, more
importantly, licking her cunt.
He was a little awkward. But soon he smoothed out his
technique, puckering his lips and moving them around to her other
nipple. In a moment he was kneading both tits, sucking on one,
drawing in the rubbery nub between the gap in his front teeth. It
was incredible! Hot flashes sparked from her mouthed tit, making
Linda arch her back and wallow her shoulder blades against the
ground. How she wanted to feel him naked against her, pressing
her down into the dirt while his prick fucked out her soppy fuck
hole.
His hipbones bumped hers. He was fucking his prick-shaft up
and down her cunt. At the same time, Hank was reaching around for
her zipper, tugging it down, fumbling with the top button and
finally sliding the garment over he knees and ankles. She was
naked, naked except for her panties that now clung stickily to her
cunt-lips.
"Now my turn." He undressed quickly, pulling off his dress
shirt and laying it carefully on top of her skirt, then half-
standing and tugging his dress Levi's down. Linda's eyes widened.
He wasn't wearing any shorts. His cock sprang out --- long,
thick, meaty, like the pricks she'd seen hanging from between a
horse's hindquarters. For a second she wondered if hanging around
donkeys had anything to do with the size of a man's cock. She
smiled at this ridiculous thought.
"Like what you see?" Hank asked, reaching down and scratching
his full leather balls.
It was at that point Linda realized she might be acting too
forward, acting as if she did this sort of thing all the time.
Drawing back, she shook her head from side to side.
"Hank," she began, fighting for words. "You might not
believe this, but ... but I've never done anything like this in my
life."
Linda was glad it was dark. She felt her cheeks burning with
shame. Her virginity was an embarrassment, something to be
ashamed of. How differently she viewed it than several years ago
when she considered her cherry some kind of badge of courage, of
honor.
"Huh?"
Linda looked up again. Hank stood there, his prick sticking
straight out from his crotch --- full, hard, hot, filled with
blood, ready to fuck right into her cunt. He was staring a little
wide-eyed at her.
"I said ... I said I'm a virgin," she whispered softly.
Hank smiled, bending down and gathering her up into his arms.
"Any other woman I wouldn't believe. But you ... well, guess
so. I'll go gentle."
He was back on top of her, kissing her throat, her mouth, the
sensitive spots just under her eyes. And, all the time, his knees
were pressing hers apart, spreading her legs open. His prick
gouged the nylon crotch panel, forcing the silky material up into
her cunt. It was so wild, so weird. It was like getting fucked
and not getting fucked at the same time!
"Uhhhhh ..." she groaned.
He sucked her tits again, pinching the nipples when he wasn't
tonguing them. Linda saw bright lights popping in front of her.
His touch was mind-blowing, far more intense than, anything she'd
felt before --- even with Chad on top of her. This was a man, a
real man touching her, wanting to fuck her.
"You're nice and hot and fine," Hank whispered, his fingers
groping her all over.
She felt his tongue going lower and lower, teasing the flesh
around her navel. And then she felt his fingers gripping her
hipbones, holding her ass down to the jacket and ground while his
tongue slipped past her belly button to her thighs. And then ...
"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.
It was as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her
clit! Hank was down there between her legs, his head wedged
between her warm, soft thighs, that tongue touching her pussy. It
was Chad all over again. But there wasn't that random hurried
lick of the big German Shepherd. No! Instead he was going easy
on her. The smooth, silky rub of Hank's lips forcing her cunt-
lips apart was so different, so sexily different from the rougher
touch of the dog. Having Hank's mouth against her swelling cunt
was so good, so very, very good!
"Oh God!"
Linda arched her back again, the world spinning around her
like some mad ballet. He had her spread out there, helpless,
pinned to the dirt while his mouth worked up and down her pussy.
A shy man? How wrong she'd been! He was shy at first. But how
forceful, how insistent he became once he got going! Linda would
never be able to look at him in the same way again!
"Touch me ... oh God, touch me there!" she moaned.
Linda realized with a shock she was speaking to Hank the same
words that she had whispered hoarsely to the licking animal
several nights ago. The shock passed. She would never think of
that again. What was past was past. Now she had this man, this
wonderful, wonderful man. There was no reason for her to think of
that dreadful animal and what he'd done to her before.
"Ooooooohhh!" she moaned.
Her chest heaved as Hank moved his mouth from side to side,
digging deeper into her cunt. She felt the hot juices of her
pussy seeping out, wetting down her thighs, her asscheeks, his
chin. Mouth fucking. Sucking. Tonguing! How unutterably sexy
the whole thing was! Hank was sucking deep too, drilling his
tongue in as if it were a cock of some kind. Then she felt him
rimming her, barely touching her pussy with the tip of his tongue
before fucking it back in all the way and making her squirm and
writhe on the jacket.
"Ohhhh ... wh ... what are you doing to me?" she moaned.
In the distance, Linda could again hear the steady beat of
the dance band. A gathering breeze rustled the tall grass and
trees protecting the little clearing they were fucking in.
"What you and I want," he answered, scouring her cunt with
his tongue.
"Uhhhhhhhh ... Hank ... Hank ... huhhhrrrhrrr!"
She was sounding like a dog, like Chad when he had her spread
open like that, tonguing her. Hank was going as wild as the
German Shepherd had, smelling her, tasting her, running his tongue
up and down her pussy until she thought she was going to cum right
in his mouth. Without thinking, Linda began moving her hips. It
would have been impossible for her not to. It was so wild, so
sexy and free and ten times more exciting than when the animal had
sucked her cunt. She felt her fine blonde hairs tangling around
her neck and ears. And then Hank was kissing her belly, his
tongue snaking into navel. She shivered uncontrollably and dug
her nails into his hair, begging him to stop and wishing he
wouldn't pay any attention to her.
"Oh stop ... Please ..."
Hank made her sit up, his strong hands still gripping her
hipbones. There was some confused movement. She felt one leg
folding under the other. In a flash she realized what was
happening. He was going to fuck her in a doggie position. Her
heart stopped at that thought. Again, images of Chad flashed
through her mind as she felt Hank kneeling behind her, working his
fingers along the insides of her thighs. He was forcing her
pussy-lips apart so he could work a finger deep into her cunt.
Linda tensed, curling her fingers, digging the tips into the damp
grass as she felt another breeze blow over her skin, making the
flesh pucker into goosepimples. Her tits hung down from her
chest, pulling sexily at her body while the nipples nearly brushed
over the jacket.
"Ohhhh ..." she groaned.
She had nearly flipped completely. is fingers gripp in heat,
Hank's bitch, not Chad's. He was going to fuck her in this
position. How wonderful, how magical!
"Ugh!" she grunted.
Her desire suddenly soared the moment she felt his fingernail
press against that bunched flesh across her fuck channel. Hank
stopped a moment, leaning over her, whispering in one ear.
"I'm gonna do it with my finger so you'll be hot for my prick
when I shove it in."
The words burned into her soul. Linda bit down on her lower
lip, trembling as she felt that finger stiffen again, felt it
pressing harder against her cherry.
She cried out, her thighs tensing as a flash of pain shot
through her body. He'd done it! In an instant this wonderful
foreman had ripped away her past and with it all the hang-ups that
tarnished her young life!
Chapter 7
"Ohhhhh ... fuck ... fuck!"
To say that word, to pronounce it, sent shivers rushing up
and down her spine. The popping of her cherry had taken only a
few moments, less than a second. Hank crouched behind her,
rubbing the froth of pink blood from his fingers. Linda breathed
heavily, her head tucked under her, her mouth half opened and
sucking in air. There was pain. But slowly it disappeared,
turned into something much different from the initial agony she
felt.
"This is gonna be good ... real good," Hank murmured.
Linda's eyes rounded. She felt his breath against her
asscheeks, felt his tongue soaking them, sticking them down with
spittle. It was so wild, so crazy! Grinding her teeth, the
blonde went wild, bobbing her ass back and forth. She wanted him,
wanted the touch of his prick fucking in and out of her pussy.
Linda was feeling so weak, so ... so empty! Somehow she managed
to twist her he around and peer back between her legs. Hank was
crouched low behind her, his knees spread wide apart for power.
He was so much like a dog in that. Dogs crouched down for power
then fucked their boners into the bitches fast! Linda had watched
that happen in the gutters, in the streets, even on her front lawn
in town. And then in the bedroom several nights ago she had
almost wanted Chad to fuck her, but that was too dark even to
think about, especially now!
"Man, I can hardly believe all this happenin' to me, baby.
It's like some kinda dream," Hank whispered, smoothing his fingers
over her ass with one hand while jerking his cock with the other.
"Neither ... neither can I!" Linda gasped, her eyes glazing
over and rolling up into her head.
"Baby ... feel it ... feel my cockhead now? Feel it?" Hank
panted.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes ..."
Linda felt his cock. Her ass pranced for his prick. She
wanted to run herself back into his cock, to get raped by a prick.
Yes, it was a good hard prick pressing against her cunt-lips. The
young blonde woman gasped again. The first time! This would be
the very first time she had a cock inside her! She cried out
again and again with hoarse cries, tossing her head back and
forth. Her hair splashed over her face while she curled her
fingers and dug them against his jacket. The world had suddenly
ceased to exist for her. She thought of nothing, nothing except
that husky foreman behind her and his fucking prick! That was
what he was doing, fucking into her, penetrating her cunt,
spreading her pussy lips apart with his cock! The image of her
cunt being slowly spread, peeled back for that wonderful prick
dangling from his legs excited Linda more.
"Ooooohhhhhh!"
How like a whore she was behaving. Shameless! Wanton!
Without any restraint! Linda didn't want to have restraints. No
moral strangleholds like the ones her mother had burdened her
with.
"It's ... it's sooooooo big!" Linda gasped, snapping her head
back, then letting it fall back to her chest again.
"Like it, Linda? Like it?"
The blonde was going wild. She thought she was going to
faint when he pulled his prick back slowly, letting her feel every
bump, every vein, every tiny ridge on his cock. Again Linda
tensed her thigh and ass muscles, dancing her ass up and down, the
plump buttcheeks jiggling with her violent movements. She felt
the elastic slick walls of her cunt shrinking back together behind
his retreating prickhead, rubbing itchily against each other. It
was almost too much to bear!
"My ... my God!"
Long strings of drool leaked from the corners of Linda's
mouth. Her arms trembled, threatened to collapse. Then the
elbows bent out farther and the woman let them collapse, falling
against the jacket. Her ass was still high in the air, prancing
back and forth as Hank dug his fingers into her asscheeks and
fucked down deep again.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Linda was rutting, actually rutting like a slut under the big
man. She loved the way he fucked, loved the way he held her. At
times the only things touching her were his cock and fingers. He
had them hooked now around her hipbones, keeping her completely in
his power. Yes, she liked that feeling, the feeling of being
completely in his control. She could never feel guilty, never
feel that she had a choice in the matter even though in her heart
of hearts Linda knew she did. He was forcing her, almost raping
her right there. And how she loved it! Linda cried out again,
wriggling in his grasp, aware of her complete helplessness. He
could ride her down onto the jacket or some bed any time he
wanted!
"Uhhhh ... ooohhhhhh!" she cried.
Hot chills of lust raced up and down her spine, controlling
her mind.
"Ohhhh, baby, I love your body," Hank whispered, running his
hands along her sides, then hooking them around her belly and
starting to caress her hanging tits.
"Oh, you do?" Linda gasped, having a difficult time sucking
in enough air for her body.
Hank was now kissing the nape of her neck for an answer. She
could feel his hard belly pressing against her asscheeks and lower
back. He was climbing her, fucking powerfully into her drenched
cunt. His fat prick was making squishy, sexy noises as he fucked
into her steaming cunt. It was heaven! The sensation of his
thick hunk of cockmeat inside her cunt was wild!
Linda clenched the jacket hard in her hands and whimpered,
"Oh please ... please, I'm so close to cumming! Please, please
don't do it any more!"
Linda realized she was talking like some crazy teeny hopper.
The thought that she was wild and young once more excited her,
made her feel ecstatic.
I'm not so old! she thought. I'm not an old maid like Janice
thinks.
"Ohhh shit, Linda, man ... ughhh ..."
Hank eased the cock slowly from her pussy. Linda shivered,
feeling hot streaks of her fuck juice dribbling out and down. She
was soaked, frothing that cuntal fluid! Never had she been so wet
before! How she wanted to stay up all night with this foreman
named Hank. Weakly she turned on the jacket on her hands and
knees and peered back at him once more.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ..." she gasped.
She was begging him now for that sensation of a prick fucking
into a pussy. Linda felt his hands gripping her again, rolling
her over, over onto her back. For a moment his prick slipped out,
and the frantic woman felt her cunt walls slapping together. She
let out a shuddering sigh, feeling her back suddenly pressed
against the ground. He had turned her around, rolled her onto her
spine and slipped both hands under her thighs. In a moment Linda
felt her legs kick high in the air, felt Hank wedging his powerful
body between them.
"Feel my dick," he ordered, rubbing his cock up and down over
her cunt-lips. Linda cried out, arching her back, wallowing her
shoulder blades against the jacket. That light teasing touch made
her insane. "Feel it, rub it up with your hands. I wanna feel
you touch it."
Linda loved everything that was happening to her now. She
knew Hank was giving her time, letting her float around in her
newfound sea of sensuality while he did all he could to keep from
cumming himself.
Linda peered between her legs, raising her head slightly.
She saw that hot prick jerking between her spread thighs, saw the
slickness of her fuck juices on its rope-veined sides. He had the
fingers of one hand curled around the fat root. When he squeezed
down, his prick jumped up and nearly slapped against his belly.
Linda let out another shuddering moan, feeling her cunt
clench down on thin air. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Touch it ... come on and touch it," he whispered, rubbing
his fingers along the sensitive underside of his cock.
"I ... I ... oh God!" she gasped.
Linda was fascinated. Biting down on her lower lip, she
moved her right hand up, spreading her fingers, finally touching
that prick with the back of her hand. It felt so good, so very
hot and hard and so very good! Turning her hand around, Linda
sucked in a deep breath, then curled her fingers around his prick.
Almost immediately Hank stiffened, his eyes closing, his lips
moving wordlessly. She could feel his powerful body shuddering,
swaying from side to side.
"Damn it! Gotta fuck you ... gotta fuck you or I'm gonna cum
right here in your hand!"
The urgency in his voice made Linda tremble. She felt the
power of his prick in her hand and it made her both frightened and
excited.
"Ohhhh, stick it back in. In! In! Stick it back into my
cunt!" Linda cried like a whore in heat. The thought of rolling
around in the dirt with a farmhand, his prick fucking in and out
of her cunt, excited her more and more. She was a wild woman, a
crazed slut fucking her brains out with this handsome farm stud.
"Yeahhhh ... fuck, really fuck with me, Linda, fuck!" Hank
urged.
Linda stopped moving for a moment, feeling incredible lewd,
hot feelings of lust rush through her cunt. Her head rolled from
side to side, strands of blonde hair clinging to the corners of
her mouth and her dampened cheeks as she felt Hank spreading her
legs farther apart with his hairy thighs. He was leaning forward
once more, pressing down and in, forcing his prick up into her
cunthole. She could feel his breath blowing against her tits,
feel the warmth of his aroused body. She was covered with the
sense of his maleness.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned suddenly.
His cock was back in her cunt! The itchy, trembling walls of
her pussy were being spread apart again, stretched by his fat
prick. She felt his cock sinking into her flesh, splitting her in
two.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck me!" Hank almost shouted at her,
stopping halfway and closing his eyes.
Linda instinctively knew he was close to shooting, close to
filling her with his jizz.
"No, no, not yet!" she whispered tightly, afraid to move.
Hank crouched there for a moment or two, his face tense, his
eyes cinched tightly shut. Then she saw his jaw relaxing. He
hadn't cum, hadn't left her high and dry.
"Ohhh, close ... man, that was close!" he panted.
With that, Hank began fucking her slow and easy, tensing his
hips, shoving his prick into her, then slowly pulling out. Linda
could hear that fat prick slurping its way in, frying in her hot
cunt juice. In another moment the big man pulled out almost all
the way, leaving just the head of his prick in her pussy. He
watched as Linda hunched and jerked under him, throwing up her
crotch, trying to get more of his prick into her.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhhrrr! Oh, oh, fuck me, drive that thing
into me," she gasped, her face wrinkled, pinched, red with the
effort of wanting to get fucked.
"Yeah!"
Hank fucked in, letting out a sigh of relief. He twisted his
hips around, letting her feel the full length and thickness of his
cock stirring around inside her. Linda went mad, hunching around
in a counter movement, her asscheeks dragging over the jacket,
bunching it up until it was no more than a roll under her back.
She could feel the prickling sensation of the grass as it worked
between her asscheeks. It was incredible, this feeling of being
fucked! All the stories in the world, all the sex education
classes one could attend couldn't give any hint of the sensation
of being split wide open by a man's prick!
Linda loved the sensation of having his long, throbbing cock
in her cunt, beating out that savage rhythm against her pussy
walls. How her cunt squeezed tightly around his prick, holding
his cock in a silky trap. As Hank's weight settled between her
legs, she felt her clit being crushed, squeezed into her pussy
flesh by the hard length of his prick.
"Ohhhh, please do it! Please, on please, fuck me, fuck, fuck
me good!"
"Christ, I didn't think I'd have you beggin' for it," Hank
whispered, stopping his fucking movements for another moment and
regaining control of his pumping balls.
"Oh, oh!"
"But, man, now looks like you can't get enough of my dick!"
"No, oh no! Want more ... more, more!" Linda panted
insanely.
"Gonna get more then," Hank muttered, clenching his teeth and
drawing back.
Linda felt him pushing his ass up, getting his cock in
position for one hell of a downstroke. He held still there for a
while, keeping his prickhead once more the only part of his cock
in her body. Linda was growling, actually growling like a wild
animal! She was thrashing under him, begging him with her body
for more prickmeat, for that sensation of his cock being fucked
into her cunt.
"Take it!"
Hank let out a groan, then fucked down hard and violently.
Linda saw bright lights explode in front of her eyes, heard what
she thought was the world exploding around her. Had someone
dropped the atom bomb? It felt like the world was ending around
her, crashing down on top of both her and Hank as he kept fucking
her hard and fast, his fucking strokes making her body shudder.
Her cunt boiled with fuck juice as her clit rubbed up hotter
and hotter under the fucking attack. Linda thought about that
prick, about that cock filling her pussy up again and again! She
whimpered, feeling her big ass muscles cramp. She was getting
ready for a cum, a big one! She could feel her body winding up as
she raised both arms and draped them weakly around Hank's strong
shoulders.
"Ohhhh, gonna ... gonna cum, Hank. I ... I can't hold back!"
Linda felt herself spinning around and around, whorls of
bright reds and oranges exploding in front of her while the big
stud fucked her cunt with his cock. Her ass quivered with
sensation as if it were filled with cockmeat too. She then felt
Hank's cock tighten into an iron weapon. It meant the end of his
control. Once again the woman knew he was close to shooting. In
a second he'd be spraying her with his jizz!
"Oh, Hank ... ughhhh ..."
For a crazy moment, Linda thought she could stop him. Then
the woman realized she didn't want to. She wanted to feel it all
now, wanted to feel his cum spattering against the sides of her
pussy. She wanted to feel his climax rush along with hers! Linda
moved her hips more frantically from side to side, clawing her
fingernails along his upper back, crying through clenched teeth
for more and more prick.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Linda moaned ecstatically.
Hank slowed his fucking for a moment, the muscles bulging out
in his legs and thighs. He shook his head like a horse, knocking
off the excess sweat. Then Linda felt his body tremble, felt his
prick begin to jerk and throb. In a moment the blonde knew he was
going to cum. She clenched her thighs against his legs, feeling
hot chills begin deep down in her cunt, spreading to all parts of
her body.
"Cum! Oh, I'm gonna ..." Linda couldn't finish the sentence.
Hank let out a yell, then rammed his cock down again, fucking
his prick back and forth, in and out, faster and faster into her
cunt. His balls were filled with cum. They ached as they slapped
against her upturned ass. He started to moan as he felt his cum
bubbling up that center tube in his cock.
"Ughhhh ... ohhhh, baby, gonna shoot it out ... out ... now!"
Linda lay like a speared fish on the ground, her heels
beating against his back, her shoulders sliding over the damp
grass. Clawing at the foreman's back, raking his flesh with her
fingernails, she could only think that she was being fucked by the
hardest, biggest, stiffest prick in the world.
"Me too! Me tooooo!" she screamed frantically, feeling her
cunt go into crazy spasms of need.
Hank said nothing more, collapsing onto Linda's wriggling
body and holding onto her shoulders. Linda could feel it,
actually feel those streamers of jizz splashing down into her
pussy. Stream after stream sprayed in until her cunt was soaked
and slicked with his spunk. For a moment Linda teetered on the
brink, feeling that white-hot core of joy dangling teasingly just
out of reach. And then it happened! With a gasp and cry she felt
her orgasm peak. Her pussy snapped shut, squeezing tightly
against Hank's shooting cock.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Linda moaned as she felt herself coming apart. Her hands
fastened tightly around Hank's shoulders as she felt the hot load
of his cock spit out again and again. It was like nothing in the
world! She exploded, jerked like an electrocuted prisoner, then
collapsed onto the ground, exhausted from her climax.
"Ohhh, that was good, really good," Hank said, holding her
tightly, moving his prick slowly up and down over her cum-slicked
cunt walls. How Linda loved that sensation, loved the warm glow
that seemed to be settling over was good, oh so good!
"Was it? Oh, I'm glad," she whispered. Their situation was
changed now. They were no longer foreman and boss, although
perhaps one could call her his mistress. Linda smiled dreamily at
the thought. She would think of it tomorrow. Right now she loved
being caressed by this man, this big, overpowering man who had
fucked her cunt with his fat cock and made her so very happy!
Chapter 8
While Linda was getting her brains fried by that wild fucking
scene with her foreman, her sister Janice was having less success
with her life. Sitting there, alone in the livingroom, thumbing
through several magazines, she wondered if perhaps she shouldn't
have gone to the dance. There would be drinks there, and men.
Men! Her hands shook at the thought. Putting down the magazine,
Janice rubbed her burning forehead with one finger. Men! Yes,
she wanted men, not ...
"Oh!" she moaned, remembering.
The episode in the barn still troubled her. She thought
about what she'd nearly done, what she had done! Those terrible
thoughts came back to mock her. A woman and a horse. A dog and
pony show! The thought sickened her ... sickened and did
something else to her as well! She drummed her fingers nervously
against the armrest, then found herself thinking about the barn,
about the smells inside, and then about the horse. That beautiful
black stallion stomping around inside one of the stalls.
Janice stiffened, shaking her head from side to side as if
she were denying something to someone in front of her. She had to
shake that vile thought from her mind. It was unnatural,
completely ... wrong!
But then the memory came again --- the feel of the horse's
flesh against her fingers, the sound of his snorting as she moved
her hand back around the round muscular rump to his hindquarters
where that strange, black, long cock dangled. And how his prick
stiffened and grew so long and thick and hot as she touched his
cock. There was even a point when she wondered about fucking.
"Good God, what am I doing?"
Again the woman shook her head, drawing both hands to her
face and covering her eyes with her fingers. How could she be
thinking this, even considering going back into the barn and
touching that beast?
Janice was about to rise from the couch to mix herself a
drink when she noticed Chad was in the livingroom once again. He
had sneaked in and was standing nearby, his handsome head tilted
to one side. Janice stopped halfway across the couch, her fingers
curling, the tips digging into the soft cushions under her
asscheeks. Sucking in a lower lip, the brunette hesitated,
drawing one hand up to her lips and pressing it against her mouth.
He had touched her once before, had brought her off. But was that
any excuse for her to have him lick her cunt again? Shouldn't she
just get up and ignore the animal, kick him away if he should try
something?
"Here, boy." Her voice was small, gaspy.
The reality of the situation was starting to get blurry and
fuzzy all over again. The thoughts of the stallion, the idea that
her sister was probably getting fucked while she sat dutifully at
home, were wearing her will thin.
"Here, Chad, come here," she said, patting the cushion next
to her.
Chad still stood there nearby, almost looking as if he would
rather be somewhere else. Janice started, feeling a little
ashamed of her pleading. Pleading for a dog to jump up between
her thighs and do what she needed to be done. Reaching down,
Janice pulled the hem of her skirt up, rolling the garment up
until it was roped around her waist. The farther she went, the
more she touched herself, the more Janice wanted the animal
licking her. As the seconds ticked maddeningly by on the wall
clock, Janice could only think of Chad's marvelous tongue, the
spitty touch of his snout as he licked her into oblivion.
"Chad ... here ..."
Janice found herself trembling, actually shaking with
nervousness, with lust. She was supposed to be a woman of the
world ... or so her sister and others thought. What would they
think now if they could see her now, perched on the edge of a
sofa, petting a cushion, trying to get the big German Shepherd up
on the couch for a lick-job! Janice smiled cynically at this
thought, her smile fading under the rising heat of her pussy.
"Ohhhh ... don't play games, Chad. Please, please ..."
It had been some time since a man had touched her. But only
a short while ago since a dog ...
"Oh please, please, Chad ..."
Janice felt her face flush and redden. She was so
embarrassed at what had happened to her. Yes, there had been men
in her life, but not that many. And certainly she had never done
anything like this before --- not even thought of doing it. And
yet how so much had radically changed in the past few days. How
her nostrils flared as she turned and looked at the big dog
staring back at her. Wild, perverted thoughts bounced around in
her head now. And what was even more strange was the way the dog
was acting stand offish now, almost as if he wanted her to beg him
for a fuck, for a lick.
"Here, Chad, up here," she said in a more insistent voice.
With a whimpering growl, Chad lazily crossed to the sofa and
bounded up. Janice held her breath, feeling her chest tighten all
over again. She closed her eyes, wondering for the last time if
she should walk away. Once could be dismissed as an accident, no
matter what the facts seemed to indicate. But twice?
"Ohhhh, Chad!" she groaned, giving in.
Janice slid over to him, petting his sides with her trembling
fingers. How warm, how soft and silky his long fur was. She was
burning up with passion. She knew why. That horse! How
horrible, how dirty! But yet there it was, the truth --- torn
between a horse and a dog! The situation was almost laughable.
Surely she had to be going mad. Only insane people would have
this kind of dilemma, these kind of thoughts.
Closing her eyes once more, Janice saw the stallion's strong
sleek body, saw his powerful muscles rippling under the slick
flesh as she touched him. Thunder! That was the right name for
an animal like that, something powerful, something that could
sweep over the countryside, arouse the overwhelming passions
Janice felt stirring in her at the thought of him, at the thought
of his name.
"Nice dog ..."
Her hand slipped under his powerful chest. Gingerly Janice
felt back along the thinning fur until she found the bulge of his
cocksheath.
She shook herself with shame, drawing back her hand as if
she'd touched or stove. What was she letting herself get into?
But that grazing touch had brought about a change in Chad's
attitude. He whimpered and began licking her arm. She could see
a tiny point of red had peeked out of the cocksheath. Reaching
out, Janice started massaging him on the sides. She was alone.
It was late. No one would know. Her sister wouldn't be home for
a long, long time. And how she needed release, the sensation of
being fucked.
"Good dog," she gasped again, feeling his cock slide out from
his body.
She was actually touching his doggie cock. Yes, she was
rubbing her knuckles on his prick, feeling his cock stiffen under
her caresses. He was breathing hard, making odd whistling sounds
through his nostrils. The fur was so warm, so ticklishly
delicious against her flesh. The dog was licking her steadily
now, lapping at her wrist. She let go and fell back on the sofa
once more, tilting her cunt up toward him. Again she had worn no
panties. She must have known, must have guessed she would be
doing something like this, that she would let herself slip somehow
... either with the horse or the dog. If she had a choice between
two evils, wasn't letting the dog go down on her better than
taking a chance with the horse?
He was down between her legs, nosing her thigh. And then he
was licking her all over, dragging his tongue up along her
throbbing cunt mound. And it was throbbing, aching so much from
the excitement she had tried to ignore all day. How lovely it
felt when he peeled back the outer cunt-lips. Her heart was
beating like a trip-hammer. For a second Janice tried to
understand what had brought her down this path. What had made her
attracted to animals, to dogs, to horses? Why was she suddenly
obsessed with nothing but thoughts of letting Chad and Thunder
fuck her?
"Ohhhh my ... my God!"
Already Janice was forgetting about the right and wrong of
the situation. She was forgetting about what her sister and the
rest of society would think of her if they were to find out.
Fucking men was one thing. As much as they might frown on that,
they certainly would reel away in horror as they would if they
knew the truth.
"Yesss ... Chad ..."
Janice felt her head exploding with all sorts of crazy
notions. Reaching down, rubbing her fingertips along her thighs,
the frantic brunette pulled her cunt even farther apart with her
hands. She wanted the hot, slick tongue of the big German
Shepherd touching every inch of her pussy. Raped by that tongue!
Somehow the thought of being raped by Chad's tongue brought
frantic whimpers from her throat.
And yet, though she liked what he was doing, Janice knew
something was missing. Why couldn't his tongue be harder? Why
couldn't she have the feeling of being stuffed with prick? Why
couldn't he do something more to her?
"Uhhhh!" Janice gasped.
Her head was spinning. Swallowing hard, the woman stuck one
finger in her cunt, then another, moving them back and forth as if
someone were fucking here, really fucking her. It would be easy
enough for her to get a man. All she had to do was go to the
dance. It was still early enough. There would be one or two men
there alone. And certainly she was attractive and sexy enough to
get someone decent. And then they could stroll out into the
darkened countryside, lay down and ...
"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Janice let out another whimpery gasp from her
throat.
She grabbed the German Shepherd's fur roughly and pulled his
snout into her cunt. She needed something to fill herself with,
something to have fucking in and out of her cunt, trenching out
her fuckhole. Janice felt the tiny muscles cramping with tension
and lust. Fingers weren't any good anymore. No, she wanted
something longer, something thicker.
Chad was licking her cunt hard now, concentrating his
tonguing up and down her wet pussy, directing his movements
against the wet mound of pink flesh throbbing hard like an opened
wound. A cock. A real cock. Yes, that was what she needed,
something that wouldn't tease her. Something that would bring her
around, would excite her to the limit.
Chad was making muted growling noises in his throat now.
Janice knew what that meant. She felt him nuzzling her thighs, in
a sense trying to roll her over.
"I ... I can't ... just can't."
But it was as if some dark power had taken her over. Janice
sucked in a little breath, feeling his narrow, powerful back
humping as his instincts began to guide him.
"Oh my God ..."
In a moment Janice found herself on the floor, her arms
stretched out to either side of her body, her head turned to one
side and her cheek pressed against the floor. Some brown hairs
had fallen over her eyes while her ass stuck up in the air, fuck
juice dribbling down from her cunthole and sticking her thighs.
She was waiting to be mounted, crouching down, curling her toes
until they cramped.
Chad was behind her once more, his tongue hanging out, then
moving up as he licked her ass hungrily. The tickle was
excruciating, just as before. But now there was an added thrill,
one that sharpened her sense of excitement and lust. She was
going to give herself totally to an animal, to a dog!
"Here ... Chad, here," she moaned.
Paws scratched at her asscheeks. Then she felt the weight of
the dog's underside brush over her spine. His weight was on her
back. He was on her, actually on top of her, moving around,
trying to slip his prick into her pussy. Janice knelt there, her
head spinning madly around and around. What was she doing? She
had her spine bowed down, her ass shoved out to make the angle of
her cunt right ... as right as she thought it would be for
fucking. Chad was above her, his forepaws wrapped around her
chest, holding her to him while his hindquarters pranced nervously
behind her. She could feel his doggie prick rubbing up and down
her thighs, stabbing blindly around, looking for that warm, wet,
hot, furry hole he'd been licking earlier.
"My ... my God!"
A thrill of wild sexuality filled her mind and chest. Her
long brown hair hung down to curtain her face as she pushed
herself up and waited for that touch, that horrible, wonderful
touch of his prick. Janice's shapely ass moved, dipped.
Something brushed against her clit, something very, very hot and
slick.
"Fuck ... fuck ..." the woman was babbling now, wagging her
ass around to urge Chad on.
Again Janice wondered if this was really happening. Thoughts
of men drifted through her mind as she moved under the dog's body.
Yes, it was happening, really happening. The woman felt the red
tip of Chad's prick brush along her cunt crack. A flash of fear
and guilt and shame poured through her reeling mind. Disgust made
her a little sick as she felt her excitement peak. She was
walking on the fringe of satisfying her need to have her cunt
filled. But could she go that far? Could she actually let this
animal fuck her?
There was more of his prick, more of his angry prick sliding
into her cunt mouth. Janice felt his forelegs tighten, felt his
hindquarters prance nervously around behind her while his body
shivered against her back. He was fucking her, really fucking
her. More and more of that dog's knobby cockmeat was fucking into
her cunthole. Janice closed her eyes, her flesh puckering up into
goosepimples. Fucked by a dog! Fucked by a dog! The statement
repeated itself over and over in her confused mind as Chad fucked
more of his prick into her.
"Uhhhhh!"
Her belly jerked and tightened. Janice gasped, opening her
eyes, then closing them tightly again. It was foul, so very foul!
And yet there was a definite sensation of pleasure coursing
through her veins, making her brain boil with delight. She
snapped her head from side to side now, her hair whipping across
her face and the tops of her whitened knuckles. Chad pulled back
a little, then shoved forward, pulled back, then fucked a little
deeper, his bushy tail brushing over the tops of her feet.
"My God, my God!" Janice gasped.
Janice felt his hot breath blowing against the back of her
neck, felt his head nestling in the valley between her jutting
shoulder blades. In and out, in and out, faster and faster he
fucked, his grunts echoing in Janice's ears like cannon shots.
There was little technique with the animal. There was nothing but
lust. Sheer wild animal lust taking over, turning him into a
fucking machine. Well, she could lust as well, rut under his
body, back up and wag her tail from side to side in an attempt to
get more friction, get more of his prick up her pussy.
Rational thought no longer existed for the tormented woman.
Her tits jiggled from side to side, slapping together, their tips
brushing over the silky material of her blouse. How she wanted to
take all her clothes off. But there was no time now, no time for
anything except fucking with the dog, letting him fuck her until
she went mindless with delight.
In a moment Janice realized the dog was going to cum. She
could feel him trembling on top of her, heard the whimpering
growls that told her he was going to make it. The woman cried out
again and again, clawing at the carpeting until little tufts of
torn piling collected under her nails. Soon, soon.
"Yaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Janice screamed.
Suddenly Janice broke out into a series of hoarse, choked
cries of delight. Cumming! He was cumming, shooting his load
into her cunt. The woman pitched forward, her elbows collapsing
again. There was the sensation of something pulling out of her
cunt. Of course, it was Chad's cock! She had fallen forward
somehow, pulled free of the big animal. Oh, she should get up,
get back and let him fuck her. But things were happening too
fast.
Janice felt herself being bounced around in a sea of
sensations. Her pussy convulsing, feeling so damned itchy and
achy and then going into those awful spasms of delight ... a
delight she had rarely felt before!
And when it was over, it was over! There were no lingering
caresses, no licks of appreciation. Chad pulled away, trotting
away to a corner and lying down where once more he proceeded to
lick his shrinking prick. Janice pulled herself back onto the
couch, knocking off the magazine she had been looking through
moments before. How her cunt burned and throbbed! And there was
that sticky, wet sensation between her cunt-lips! Doggie jizz!
She shuddered, rubbing her upper arms briskly with both hands.
The thought that she'd gone all the way with Chad somehow pleased
as well as repulsed her. It was very confusing.
Chapter 9
"Damn!"
Janice rolled onto her ass once more, one arm draped over her
face. It was going to be a long, long night. Chad had made her
cum violently, with a passion she hadn't known for a long, long
time. But now, as she lay naked on her bed, the sheets having
been kicked off long ago, the brunette thought once more about
looking for the dog. It was nearly midnight. Her sister wasn't
home yet. That dance must have been quite an affair. Janice
laughed a little bitterly, again imagining the blonde twisting and
turning under that foreman's fucking body.
He was so handsome too. Handsome and virile. If she had
made a move, Janice was sure she could have landed him in the
sack. But Linda was her sister and Janice had no right stealing
men from the girl.
But what she wouldn't have given to have a man now! Getting
up, Janice sat in her bed, staring blankly at the opposite wall.
The only sound outside was the constant chorusing of the crickets
at the small creek near the house. The dog. Yes, she would to it
again. She would fuck with Chad one more time and ...
And then an idea struck her, one that nearly sent her falling
back onto the bed. Thunder. There was no one around. She
wouldn't have to worry about discovery. Her flesh chilled, then
flushed hot. It was so wrong, so terribly wrong. And yet some
force was guiding her out of bed, moving her to the wall where her
blue silken gown hung. Draping it loosely over her shoulders and
tying the belt, Janice moved swiftly, rushing from her bedroom,
down the darkened hall to the stairs. Padding down the steps she
saw Chad lying sleepily in the livingroom. He raised his head and
blinked his eyes, watching her with mild curiosity as she walked
briskly through the room and into the kitchen. Through the high
window over the sink, Janice could see the barn.
She leaned against the sink, tightening her grip on the
counter. There was still a chance, an opportunity for her not to
give in, not to surrender to whatever sick thing it was inside her
that made her cunt itch so badly, hum for that animal.
"Ohhhhh, what's the use?" she moaned in defeat.
Turning, the woman unlocked the back door and rushed into the
cool night air. She stopped just at the threshold of the back
door, inhaling the clean oxygen and feeling her tits rise and
fall, the nipples brushing sexily against the smooth material.
Warm trickles of cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs,
making her excitement that much more intense. No, there was no
chance for her now! There could be no arguments, no blocks that
would stop her from going to that barn. Wiping her palms on her
gown, Janice moved like one possessed toward the barn. She was
getting more and more lightheaded. Her heart beat wildly while
her blood rushed through her veins. A breeze from the east
stirred her hair, blowing soft wisps across her face. The horse
was there in its stall. She could almost hear him panting, moving
about in that small confined area. It was late. No one would
know. Again and again these two thoughts appear in her mind as
she moved toward the half-opened door.
Janice was almost past caring about what she was going to do.
She knew she was running from one kind of degradation and into
another. A dog! And now ... no, no, she couldn't think of it.
Besides, she was just going to touch his cock. That was all. She
was simply curious about Thunder's cock.
Sounds! Janice froze for one moment, then ran forward,
disappearing into the barn. She slipped to one side of the door,
pressing her back and shoulder blades against the rotting wood,
feeling her heart beating so loud she was sure someone could hear.
The sounds became louder. Singing? Laughing? A combination of
both, really. It had to be some of the hands coming back from
that dance. They lived in the quarters nearby. What if they were
to come in and find her here ... and dressed like this?
Instinctively Janice grabbed her gown, clutching it to her naked
body and feeling a little sick.
"Hey, should we check the barn?"
Janice thought she was going to faint. Pressing back harder
against the wall, she wished she could disappear.
"Naw, man, come on. I'm too fuckin' drunk to worry about
them damn horses. Besides, Hank's done the work for us today.
Gotta get some shut eye."
There was more mumbling, more muffled argument. And then the
voices died away. Janice held her breath, then slowly exhaled.
They were gone! Thank God! Pushing herself from the wall, Janice
picked her way carefully through the hay. The other horses backed
away nervously, snorting and staring at her with those big eyes.
She moved from stall to stall, her excitement growing, her cunt
seeping more and more hot moisture as she thought of Thunder, of
that big black stallion up ahead. Her chest was tightening, her
breathing becoming shallow, rapid. Even the ticklish sensation of
the stubble working its way between her bare toes excited her.
"Thunder ..." she whispered.
She stopped in front of the black stallion and stared at him.
Her cunt felt as if it were swollen open under her gown. Janice
bit her lower lip, reaching up and slowly unfolding the belt of
her nightgown. It was silly, ridiculous, but she was doing her
best to excite the beast. Thunder stopped his back and forth
movements and seemed frozen, those big brown eyes appearing to
grow even softer as she opened her robe and shrugged the sheer
material from her shoulders. Janice shuddered as the garment
puddled around her ankles.
She whispered his name again. Standing there in the semi-
darkness, the brunette was afraid to move. But then she did,
opening the stall and carefully stepping in. This whole thing
seemed unreal, a deliciously evil nightmare.
"Ohhhh, beautiful horse, beautiful ..."
Standing to the right, Janice began stroking the stallion's
sides, feeling his warm flesh, feeling the strange silky touch of
his slick hairs against her hand. It was so odd, her standing
there in the stall, stark naked with this horse panting nervously,
excitedly next to her. Running her fingers up and down his sides,
she felt the muscles quivering, felt his flesh warming to her
touch.
Slowly, gently, her hand went back to the horse's
hindquarters. Janice stopped once more, closing her eyes and
putting her free hand to her chest. It was so hard to breathe
again, a problem she had when terribly aroused. Was she aroused?
Oh God, yes! There couldn't be any question of it! The sounds,
the smells, the touch, everything conspired to drive her into this
position.
She moved her hand back a little farther, caressing the
rounded curves of his rump, feeling the gentle stroke of his tail
as Thunder neighed and shuffled his forelegs over the stubbly
floor.
"There, Thunder, there's no problem," Janice whispered,
stroking the stallion evenly and speaking softly to him at the
same time. "It's just me, just Janice."
How her nostrils burned with the air the sucked in! Moving
her hands yet farther behind and lower, the woman tried to look
down between Thunder's powerful hindquarters.
"Ohhhh yesss ..." she hissed.
There it was! That long, thick black thing hanging from
between his legs. His cock! She had run away at this point some
time ago. Seeing that fat, tunnel-like cock dangling from his
belly, Janice had panicked, rushed from the barn and into the
house, her cunt running with fuck juice, her body aching with
desire. But this time she wasn't going to run. This time Janice
slipped her hand down, down past the split in the animal's ass,
down to those large baseball nuts that dangled heavily below.
"Easy, Thunder."
At first touch the big black stallion snorted impatiently,
his eyes rolling, his black nostrils quivering while he pawed the
stall and moved to the left. She could hear the wooden stall wall
groaning under his weight as he pressed against it. Janice moved
with the startled animal, stroking his back once more, cooing to
him --- then dropping her trembling fingers to those fat balls one
more time.
"Ohhhh, nice Thunder, good boy."
This time the animal didn't move. He let out a long
shuddering sigh, dipping his head and shaking it, the long black
mane fluttering from side to side with the movement. Janice
sighed as well, the tips of her fingers stroking those fat balls.
Never had she touched anything like them in her life! They were
so hot, so terribly hot and tight. The skin was something like
leather pulled to the tearing point. And yet apparently they were
sensitive to the touch of her fingertips. Thunder was shuddering,
snorting at Janice, then moving back and forth, twisting his head
around to see her better. When she saw those brown eyes fixed on
her, the woman leaned heavily against his body, her knees
threatening to give way under her. What kind of slut was she
turning into?
Her fingers lingered at his balls for a while, gathering up
the leathery flesh, caressing them while she moved even closer to
the beast. Thunder's tail stopped wagging from side to side. It
stayed half poised, his hindquarters spread as if he were going to
take a dump. But Janice knew better. Even from this short period
of time she'd been with the horse she knew better. He was
inviting her to go further, to touch him all over, perhaps to do
something more.
The woman's mind was spinning as she moved her fingers down,
down the tiny ridge of flesh that separated his balls from the
base of his cock. There she stopped, sucking in her lower lip and
biting down hard. It had grown to such a big size! Peering down,
Janice could see the shiny black prickhead peeking out from the
leathery foreskin. How much different this was than a man's cock,
even a dog's cock! Shaking her head, moving her hand down to his
prick, Janice slowly traced her fingertips along the hot, jerking
cock. How her pussy burned! How the heat made her elastic cunt-
lips curl over one another, shudder while her cunt muscles tensed
and ached, begging to be touched. Sighing again, Janice dropped
one hand to her pussy, stroking the lips open, peeling them back
and working two fingers in and out of her soppy cunthole while
keeping one knuckle constantly against her clit. More whirls of
bright colors exploded in front of her eyes as she felt the
massive cock begin to grow hotter and hotter in her hand, jerking
between her slender fingers.
"My God, I'm ... I'm doing it. I'm really doing it," she
whispered.
Thunder neighed again. Janice felt her knees getting weaker.
Letting out a soft cry, she slipped a third finger into her
cunthole, the nails scraping the slick folds and hollows of her
pussy while her other hand continued to stroke Thunders' prick.
She moved her palm flatly over the bottom of the stallion's cock,
pushing it down until her fingertips were brushing over the slick
head.
"Oh God, God ..."
Closing her eyes, Janice shivered, a series of spasms racing
through her overheated cunt. Her tits swung out, brushing up and
down against the stallion's sides. How good it was, feeling her
nipples touching that warm, firm surface. She could have stayed
like this all evening, stroking the big horse, touching him all
over while resting her body against his. But that hot, tight achy
feeling between her legs drove her on. She wanted more sensation,
more of the big horse.
"Oh easy, Thunder. I'm not ... uhhh ... not going to hurt
you," she panted.
It was just like touching a man, just like jacking him off.
She moved her hands up and down, feeling the leathery foreskin
gathering in her fingers, then tightening as more prickmeat
slipped from the sheath. Looking up, Janice saw those beautiful
brown eyes seem to grow wider as they stared at her. What was he
thinking? What did he think about her, about what she was doing?
She shivered, wondering if the animal could think at all, or was
he simply responding to a purely physical action?
She wanted more, something more than simply jacking off the
horse! She shook her head violently from side to side, wondering
about what she was thinking of, about what she was going to do.
Lust churned through her belly and rushed through every fiber of
her body. How she wanted to touch herself all over, have the big
animal somehow touch her all over!
"My God ... oh my dear God!"
Janice pulled her cunt-lips farther back, exposing the tiny
pulsing lump of pink flesh. She began flailing her clit faster
and faster, her fingers worked faster an faster, in and out of her
fuckhole. Many times men had fucked her, fucking their cocks so
fast that the headboard of her bed slammed against the rear wall.
And then there was Chad, that lovely German Shepherd still in the
house. How it had felt when he finally mounted her, fucking that
knobby thing in and out of her pussy.
Her mind was going, frying under the rising excitement of
jacking off this horse. Her belly tightened while her hips
twisted shamelessly. Janice could feel her cunt-lips rubbing
against one another from her movements. The excitement was there,
at a keen pitch. But still she wanted more, more, more!
"My ... ohhhh yes, fuck ..."
Even as she pinched her clit terribly, guilty thoughts rose
in her mind. Was it possible for the horse to fuck that cock in
her? Even just a little bit? She had been fucked by a dog
already. The boundary had been crossed, the barrier broken. What
was the difference?
It was unbelievable. Janice found herself dropping down to
the floor, her head bending forward, her tongue out. She touched
his ass gently, gingerly with the tip of her tongue. There was no
foul taste, no sudden spasm of revulsion in her belly. Letting
out another shuddering sigh, the woman worked her way down to the
leather black sac dangling from between Thunder's hindquarters.
At the same time she worked her fingers faster and faster over the
big stud's prick. He was growing really nervous now, stomping his
forelegs, swishing his tail frantically from side to side.
Janice stopped for a moment, a helpless victim trapped in her
own vortex of lust. She pinched and plucked at her clit while her
asscheeks tightened and separated. She was on the brink of
orgasm, teetering on the line of climax! While she twisted her
swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, she stuck her
fingers deeper in her pussy. How she gasped and sobbed, feeling
that orgasm getting closer and closer. She was fluttering her
tongue now, reaching the base of his prick, tasting, feeling the
incredible warmth of that big cook.
There was some movement outside the woman didn't hear. There
was, in fact, little she could have heard at this point. Her
knees bent a little more, her tongue trailing down the sensitive
back of Thunder's black cock. She could smell stale piss and shit
and still the woman went crazy, licking her tongue up and down
that big black prick, her lips now nibbling the leathery flesh.
She would have given anything at this point to have that cock
fucking in and out of her! How she would have loved to have his
prick spreading apart her itchy cunt walls, the fat black cockhead
drilling down into her body until she exploded into thousands of
brightly colored pieces!
"I ... I can't ... ohhhhh!"
Janice came with the fury of a firestorm or a volcano. She
was halfway down on the prick, her lips sucking hard at the flesh,
her fingers working that tough foreskin back and forth over the
steely inner core of the horse's prick. An explosion burst over
her thighs, her rump dancing and jiggling, her firm plump
asscheeks slapping together. Cum, cum! And now the animal was
cumming!
Janice could feel it, actually feel the horse's jizz flushing
through his cock, spraying out of the end. It was like holding
the garden hose! Her fingers tightened around the big cock as she
held his prick firmly in her hands, directing the hot spray of cum
onto a spot between the animal's legs, occasionally licking from
the stream. The two of them cumming together, cumming like this!
It was something too unreal, too obscene to be true!
And yet it was true. Janice stayed there for several more
moments, gathering her strength, feeling her wits return to her.
She'd done it! She'd actually done it. Perhaps she had worked the
perversity out of her system, perhaps she would have no more
perverted desires to rush out of the house and see the animal,
touch him like this.
Janice backed away, bent down and picked up her gown. It was
covered with hay. She shook out the stubble, slipping it over her
shoulders, then stepping quietly from the stall. Her legs were
still shaky from the recent sexual bout. Drawing the silky
material together, feeling it caress her still sensitive nipples,
Janice cast one last look at the big animal. He had pushed his
head over the stall front and was staring at her, his pointed ears
twisted around toward her while those black rubbery lips worked
over his teeth.
The woman walked from the barn, cracking open the door and
peering from side to side. No one was around. Her visit, her
guilt was still ... or so she thought. Closing the door, Janice
slipped quickly across the yard, fighting off accusing thoughts.
Chapter 10
Two days had passed since Linda's first fuck and Janice's
bout with the horse. Both women chatted continually together, but
purposely kept their conversations to business or small talk.
Their aunt would be coming out of the hospital soon. Janice was
already making plans to go home, and Linda was thinking about how
she could continue to see Hank without making her aunt suspicious.
On the third day, a little after five, when Janice was
strolling outside, Hank crept into the house and found Linda
looking over some of her book-work. The moment she heard the
floor squeak behind her, she knew who it was. Her heart nearly
leaped from her chest.
"Oh, you ... you startled me!"
Hank only smiled down at her, putting his hat on the table
and walking over to her. It was as if he owned her, possessed her
the way he owned his horse. Linda wasn't sure if she liked that
attitude or not. Rising from behind the table, she smiled,
feeling excitement rise in her like lava in a volcano.
"It's been a couple of days," he said, stepping up to her and
sliding his arms around her waist. Linda thought she was going to
faint.
"Please ... my sister," she panted, feeling her resistance
breaking down even before it had a chance to establish itself.
"Fuck her," he whispered, bending his head down and kissing
the sides of her neck.
"Ohhhhh ..."
The room was swimming around her. Tilting her head back,
Linda sucked in air. She found herself standing on tiptoes as he
pulled her lithe body against him. Her trim ass was moving gently
back and forth in a soft, fucking motion, a hint of something much
more intense about to come. Hank pulled back and smiled,
smoothing his fingers over that taut ass he knew so well.
"How about right now? How about ---"
"No!"
She had told Janice several things about Hank, even that he
had tried to go all the way. Somehow she just couldn't bring
herself to tell the truth, to tell Janice about the wonderful time
she'd had fucking her brains out with the foreman. Janice had
perhaps guessed what had happened. But bringing the whole thing
out into the open seemed somehow dirty, something she didn't want
to reveal just yet.
"Huh?" Hank grunted.
"I mean, I don't want my sister seeing us ... just yet,
anyway. And my Aunt's coming back from the hospital and ... and
how about tonight? Tonight in the guest house out back. Janice
won't notice us there. Please, Hank," Linda pleaded.
Hank smiled, taking her head between his hands and pressing
the fingertips against her skull.
"I ain't got much of a choice. Could fuck you right here,
baby, could really drill you till ..."
He stopped, closing his eyes as he hunched up against her.
Linda knew what was going through his mind, knew what his body was
doing to him. She almost agreed to have him fuck her right there.
But that wouldn't be right.
"Please ..."
"Okay, okay," he said, letting out a rush of air from between
his lips. "It's a deal, around eleven. See you then," he said,
giving Linda a familiar pat on the ass before backing up, picking
up his hat and leaving the house.
Linda leaned heavily against the desk, putting one hand up to
her head and trying to stop the dreadful spinning of her brain.
Things were happening so quickly. Her sister, her aunt, and now
Hank. She would have to take things one at a time or they would
overwhelm and destroy her. About to go back to the books, Linda
suddenly felt something terribly cold and wet pressing against her
legs. Freezing, then shrinking back, the woman looked down. It
was Chad, that awful dog, sniffing her, smelling her heated pussy.
He raised one foreleg, pawing her jeans, telling her ...
"No!" Linda snapped.
Awful, horrible little animal! How dare he think she would
let him touch her, especially after she had fucked with Hank.
"Go, get away from me!" she cried, kicking one leg out at the
German Shepherd.
Chad backed away, tossing his head about, then moving in a
little closer with that steady, low growl Linda knew and feared.
She stumbled backward, knocking over several pencils and books.
Chad dropped his bushy tail, wagging it slowly from left to right
while pinning back his ears. Putting one hand to her tits Linda
backed away as well, feeling a rush of terror and something else,
something like excitement tighten her chest.
"Oh no ... not again. Please, dear God, not ... not again!"
Just then, the front door swung open. Chad turned around and
whimpered, shying away from the trembling blonde. Linda felt a
rush of relief sweep over her.
"Something wrong, hon?" a voice asked.
It was Janice, brushing back her hair with her fingers and
flopping down on the couch. She had such a careless way about
her, a way that was so attractive. Linda liked that and wished in
a way she could be that way.
"No, no, just a lot of work. There's so much, and I want to
get it all together before Aunt Jane comes home from the
hospital."
Both women stopped for a moment, their eyes fixed on the
retreating German Shepherd. Janice met Linda's gaze then lowered
her eyes. Both women turned away, feeling terribly guilty and yet
not noticing the other's discomfort.
"Here, let me help for a while. I know something about
bookkeeping. They taught me a few things at college, you know,"
Janice said saucily, pulling up a chair next to her sister and
starting to study the long columns of figures.
Both women worked well past six, ate a little something, then
continued until a little after nine. Linda began looking
nervously at the clock. She had told Hank eleven. Would Janice
insist on working until midnight? She wasn't going to disappoint
the big, hung foreman. Besides, she felt she needed him more than
ever now. Stretching her arms over her head and yawning, Linda
shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft sigh.
"I'm too tired to go on, Jan. We can work this over
tomorrow. I'm going for a walk," she said, pushing away from the
small table after shutting the books.
"Oh, I'll keep on for a while. You go on," Janice said,
reopening the books and pouring over the figures.
Linda stood there for a while. She would have preferred her
sister tucked safely in bed, sleeping in ignorance. How she had
changed! From a sweet innocent to a plotting whore! No, that
wasn't fair to herself! More like a scheming woman in heat,
perhaps.
"All right, I'll be out for a while. Don't worry," she said
over her shoulder as she stepped from the livingroom and headed
for the back door. Perhaps Hank would already be there. It was
nearly nine-thirty ... a little early, but so what? That would
give them all that much more time together. Slipping a sweater
over her shoulders, Linda nearly ran from the house, turning and
heading toward the small guest cottage a hundred yards away. She
could see some lights glowing through the curtained windows. Her
heart beat faster as she stepped closer and closer to the
building.
In the house, Janice continued to look over the books,
summing up the quarter's expenses and income. After an hour she
pushed away from the desk, shaking her head slowly and rubbing her
eyes with the palms of her hands. She was tired. But then
thoughts of Thunder began to seep into her mind. The days
following her episode had been so filled with ranch business
Janice scarcely had time to think of anything except the farm.
Helping Linda was fun. But now in the dark night she found
herself thinking of that black stallion all over again. It was so
much like a dream --- her standing there nude, stroking the beast
while jerking her clit. But it had happened, she had washed the
hay from her feet, had remembered the touch of his flesh against
her flesh. Rising from the table, Janice hesitated. Once was
enough, wasn't it? Should she take a chance in being discovered?
Her sister was still out walking ... if she could believe that.
Closing the accounting books, Janice turned off the light,
then moved noiselessly through the house. Chad was in the
livingroom by the television. He raised his head and looked at
her. But Janice had her mind on other things.
Drawing her sweater close to her body, the woman went through
the kitchen, out the back door and toward the barn. This was just
as it had been several days ago. Only then she had moved as if in
a dream. Now Janice was all too aware of what was happening. Her
heart quickened as she reached the big wooden door. It creaked
open, the sound seeming loud. Stopping to peer around her, Janice
slipped into the barn, drawing the door shut behind her.
"Again ... God, again!" she murmured in the darkness.
She moved quietly past the several stalls up to Thunder's.
There was no more nervous pawing, no more snorting in fear. He
recognized her immediately, those brown eyes glittering with
excitement. He knew her hand, knew the pleasure she could bring
him. Janice sighed, slipping off her sweater, then slowly pulling
off her blouse, her skirt, her panties. In a moment her clothes
were draped over one stall wall and she stood as she'd stood
before --- naked, excited, aroused. About to step into the stall,
one hand already on the latch, Janice heard footsteps. Not again!
Only this time the footsteps were inside!
Turning around, she saw, to her horror, two men standing
there in the narrow passageway. Thunder snorted angrily at this
intrusion, his body bumping hard against the wooden walls of his
stall.
"We caught your act a couple of days ago," the first one
said, leering at her. "My name's Jack. This here's Sam. We was
comin' back from the dance and decided to check the barn after
all. You was really goin' at it, a-strokin' Thunder's dick like
it was mine or somethin'. Your sister'd freak if she found out
what you was doin'."
"Yeah, go real nuts," Sam said, rubbing his fingers down the
length of his prick.
"No, no, you mustn't say anything ... please," Janice begged,
feeling her world crashing around her.
"Don't worry, baby. We ain't gonna say nothin' --- long as
you give us the dog and pony show we want."
"What?"
"Come on. We wanna see that whole act again ... only this
time we're gonna go further, right?"
"Right, man, gonna go all the way," Sam said, nodding toward
the calming Thunder.
Chapter 11
They were watching her, standing there in front of the stall
and watching her as she moved behind the big stallion. Her fingers
were stroking the big animal's rump as before, her mind whirling
around as she looked at the two ranch hands in front of her, then
she moved her gaze to Thunder who still eyed the men suspiciously.
"Come on, baby, come on, give us the show," Jack called out,
reaching down and rubbing his fingers up along his rigid dick.
Janice moved to one side, her fingers now caressing the
stallion's sides. Thunder shuddered as before, his hindquarters
pawing the ground, raising little tufts of dirt and hay. Janice
began stroking him, moving her fingernails down to his balls.
Thunder stiffened, his powerful body rippling, trembling with her
light touch.
"Oh, man, man he digs it," Sam said, looking at the horse.
"Yeah she knows how to treat 'em right. You been doin' this
a long time, baby? You been suckin' horse dick for a while?" Jack
taunted, slamming his hands against the side of the stall while
laughing.
Janice ignored them, stroking her hands down until she felt
the hot, rigid stalk of Thunder's cock. The big horse let out
another shuddering neigh, moving forward and shaking his head back
and forth. He was expecting her to jack him off once more. He
was spreading his legs apart as much as he could while raising his
damned tail as if he were going to take a dump or piss.
Trembling, Janice moved her hands down to his prick, her shivering
fingers touching his cock now, caressing the hot flesh. Thunder
neighed softly, his lips smacking together, his nostrils flaring
while those brown eyes rolled in his head. The men were
impressed. The catcalls stopped. They stood there, rubbing up
against the splintery wood, watching half in awe, half in
excitement as the woman began arousing the horse.
"Better than T.J., right, Jack?" Sam panted, his eyes
narrowing.
"You bet, man. The Mexican chicks down there at the Blue Fox
ain't got nothin' over this bitch here. She's doin' it for free!"
Yes, for free. A free show! That's what they were getting,
a free show and a chance to watch her degrade herself. Her
fingers were moving up and down the fat black cock now, tugging at
the loose outer skin, making Thunder paw the ground with his
forelegs. The barn reverberated with the pants and snorts of the
animal, punctuated by Janice's cries and the men's taunts.
"Come on, baby, give 'em a blowjob. I wanna see your mouth
on that fuckin' dick," Jack said.
"Yeah, just like before. We seen you lickin' his balls,
draggin' your mouth on his cock. Now we wanna see it again," Jack
seconded.
Janice swallowed hard. They were telling her nothing new.
She was going to do that anyway. They had just hurried her along.
Bending forward, the brunette tongued Thunder, touching his balls
with the tip of her tongue while still working her fingers up and
down, jacking at the big powerful cock. Up and down. Up and
down. Her tongue sloshed up and down, while her fingers kept on
squeezing that hefty hunk of prickmeat.
"Man, you think she can fuck it?"
Jack turned and grinned at his buddy.
"Yeah, why not? Man, I'll bet that bitch's cunt's itchin'
for some horsemeat, right?"
Janice didn't hear them. She was too aroused by the touch of
his cock and balls against her tongue and lips. But now she
watched as they opened the stall, Jack stroking Thunder's head to
keep him calm while Sam walked back to where Janice stood.
"Come on, baby. We're gonna really see that dog and pony
show. You're gonna dig it, really dig it," he said, pulling the
protesting woman from the stall.
Janice watched helplessly as Jack led the big stallion out of
the small area into the central corridor. The other animals began
to stir, some of the horses pushing their heads out and twisting
them around in the direction of the naked woman and the two men.
Jack stopped Thunder just outside his stall, petting him regularly
on his sides while looking back to his buddy.
"Think he's gonna stand still long enough?" Sam wondered,
tightening his grip on Janice's wrists.
"Give it a try. You're gonna have your cunt stretched big
and wide, baby," Jack said, giving the animal a final pat on the
head, then moving back to his buddy.
The two men petted Thunder's sides, talking to him while
still holding onto Janice.
"What are you ... you going to do?"
Janice pulled weakly at their grip. Sam held her with one
hand, ducking down and crawling under the horse's flat belly. He
kept stroking Thunder, talking to him, working his hand up and
down the big stallion's legs to keep the animal calm.
"Get 'er down!" he ordered.
In a moment Janice found herself flat on the ground, her legs
pulled to either side of the horse, the men gripping her ankles.
She felt the hay scratching at her back and shoulders, wadding in
her tangled brown hair. Staring straight up, she realized they
had pulled her under Thunder. She saw his flat belly, saw that
long, thick, hard cock she had been mouthing moments ago.
"Uh ... get 'er up ... yeah, that's it, man, gotta fit 'er on
the Goddamned thing," Jack said, drawing her leg over one knee as
Sam did the same thing.
The men were panting with the effort of tilting her body up,
drawing her legs and thighs over their knees, then pulling her up
toward Thunder's fat cock. Her knees were bent slightly, nearly
touching the flat underbelly. Thunder was moving nervously around
again, the hoofs pounding the ground dangerously close to her
head. Janice let out a small cry, gasping for air as she felt his
cock --- that fat, black, horse prick brush up against her thigh.
"Gotta work it in for her, damn it. Fuck, touchin' a fuckin'
horse's dick ain't my idea of a turn-on," Sam grumbled.
Janice blinked, her head on the ground while her torso was
angled up. Both men held her legs spread widely apart, her
asscheeks jiggling from their movements. And then Sam was holding
Thunder's cock. It was so unreal, but there it was! And he was
moving the horse's prick toward her cunt. They slid her up a
little more. And then, in a moment, there was contact, the actual
contact of Thunder's prick against her pussy.
"Ohhhh ..." she moaned.
The cords stood out from her neck as she snapped her head
back. Fucked by a horse! It was happening with the help of these
two men. Behind her she could hear the other animals stomping
around, neighing and growling while Thunder snorted with
excitement. There was pressure, the sensation of being fucked by
that big cock.
The prick slipped into the well-oiled, hot, fuzzy fuck hole.
Janice twisted as much as she could, her hips working from right
to left, up and down while her high-riding tits rolled back and
slapped against her chin.
"Little more," Jack said.
"Yeah, lot more, man. She can take it all," Sam countered.
They dragged her up a little more, her cunt-lips splitting
apart, spreading and peeling back for the fat hunk of cock-meat
squeezing through her pussy-meat. It was awful, horrible,
wonderful in a horrid way! Stars and bright lights exploded in
front of Janice as she felt herself being torn in two by that
prick. Thunder was going a little wild himself, his nostrils
quivering while his thick lips curled back, revealing a long row
of white teeth. He snorted loudly, then bent his hindquarters
slightly, starting a pumping movement. He was fucking her,
actually fucking her by that rocking movement. Tossing his head
proudly from side to side, Thunder was fucking the attractive
brunette.
For Janice it was like no other feeling in the world!
Instead of being her attackers, the two men were actually her
helpers, men out to grant her the ultimate in pleasure. They held
her or rocked her up, easing the pressure of her body weight on
her shoulder blades while feeding more and more of her hot
cuntmeat to the animal's prick.
"Uhhhhhhh ..." Janice was moaning mindlessly, not caring
about the obscene, awkward positions they had her in.
More of that horse's cock was in her, stretching her,
scratching that horrible itch in her cunt. She was filled with
prick! For a moment Janice forgot where she was, what she was
doing. There was only the sensation of something very hot and
hard inside her, a red-hot poker melting through her cunt as if
her pussy were butter. Her clit --- how it throbbed, jerked and
burned as more and more of that hard hot cock fucked between her
cunt-lips and speared into her body.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Janice granted.
Thunder was fucking into her, his snorts and neighs becoming
more frantic. Janice tried bending her legs, stretching them
farther apart to accommodate the rutting animal. But Sam and Jack
were off in their own worlds, moving her body up and down in
perverted fucking movements. More straw and stubble rose in the
air from the horse's anxious movements, burning Janice's eyes and
nostrils, making her cough.
"Man, think he's gonna make it," Jack whispered.
The words burned into her soul. Janice stiffened, feeling
his prick jumping around inside her. She could tell he was going
to cum! She could feel that ballooning of his cockmeat against
her cunt.
"Yagggghhhhhhh!" Jack screamed.
How the barn exploded! She could feel it, actually feel
Thunder's jizz spraying out of his prickhead, eating like acid
into her cunt walls! Everything around her glowed with a new life
and light as her pussy cinched down tightly on that fat cock, the
muscles cramping almost painfully, her nipples becoming another
hot spot. Again and again her cunt tightened in uncontrollable
spasms of delight, holding that squirming hunk of spurting
cockmeat. The trampling of the hoofs near her head, the clouds of
dirt and dust, the men holding her down --- everything excited
her. Fucked! Really fucked by a horse! That idea hurried the
frantic woman to an even more powerful orgasm! Crying out, Janice
beat her fists against the ground, her mind shattered by the fuck,
by the rushing sensation of Thunder's jizz in her cunt.
And then it was over. Sam had pulled her out from under,
leaving her curled in one corner while Jack led Thunder back in
his stall.
"Man, man, you're somethin' else, baby. You'd probably take
on a whole fuckin' zoo if you could," Jack said, checking to
ensure the door to Thunder's staff was locked.
"Come on, man, let's have a drink, and let this fuckin' bitch
get outta here herself," Sam responded, slapping his buddy
squarely between the shoulders.
They left her there, sobbing, her knees nearly touching her
chin. Between her legs Janice could still feel the horse's jizz
oozing from her cunt slit. She had committed the ultimate. And
yet there was no feeling of regret or guilt --- surely not the
amount she thought she would have had. There was fear her sister
might find out. But that could be taken care of.
Back in the guest house, Linda lay cradled in Hank's arms,
her passion spent by his cunt sucking and by his powerful cock
fucking into her pussy.
"I ain't gonna give you up when your aunt comes back," Hank
said kissing her lightly on the chin.
"No, no, I promise I ... I won't let it happen --- I mean,
giving you up," she said, one hand straying between his legs. She
felt his prick stirring once more as her fingers lightly toyed
with the greased hunk of cockmeat.
"Better not, man. I got the hots for you and I mean they're
pretty damned strong! I want you bad, Linda, real bad."
Hank was rolling on top of her now, tucking her under his
hot, muscular body. She could already feel his prick warming up
against her thighs, the cockhead pressing up against her cunt-
lips.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me ..."
There was her sister, of course, but Janice would be out of
the way soon. She would manage her aunt. Yes, she would have to.
Her happiness depended on that. And as she lay there, feeling
Hank's fingers tighten around her shoulders, feeling his prickhead
slide up into her cunt, she knew she would do anything to protect
that happiness! Could life be any more wonderful? Could anyone,
even her wild sister Janice, have such happiness? She thought
not.
"Fuck me, fuck me ..."
"Yeah, baby, gonna fuck you all the time from now on."
Linda hoped in her heart he would.
The End
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