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PB-303 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 musky odor flowing from 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. She was a bitch 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