Marion's crotch was awash.
Cuntjuice had flooded from her, soaking her panties and jodhpurs, and seeping through onto the horse's back.
The horse was blowing as if they had been at a full gallop. He walked forward again, his head swinging from side to side. His prick had retracted back into his loins a bit, but a lot of the massive shaft still stuck out, semi-hard. His big cock knob was half sheathed by the foreskin now and pointing at the ground like some fleshy divining rod swaying up and down as it sought a hidden underground source of water. They walked on past the glinting drops of his cum that had fallen onto the trail, and under the other thick drops that had sprayed the trees and now hung from the branches.
Marion stared at the stuff.
The flavor of horse cum still lingered on her taste buds, kept hot by her saliva.
Marion was getting some very exciting ideas.
Ahead, young Jake turned his mount around a bend in the trail and, for a moment, was out of sight. Then Marion rounded the bend. She stared at Jake. He still looked attractive, tall and slim and wiry. She knew that a fit young man like that would be able to throw a great fuck into her. She knew it would be a lot of fun for her, to seduce a teenaged cowboy.
She still intended to.
But now a dark lust and deep depravity had overwhelmed Marion. She was having the most unholy urges. Her pretty face was flushed from the fires within, her green eyes glowed as if they were the glazed windows of a blazing furnace.
Yes, soon she would seduce Jake.
But she had a more immediate desire, a desire that overwhelmed her by its intensity.
Marion wanted to be alone with the horse!
Jacking him off with her feet had been such thrill that it had corrupted her mind and melted her inhibitions. But she had needed to be cautious, to make sure that Jake did not see what she was doing. And now she wanted to do it again, in solitude, so that she could concentrate completely on what she was doing without having to worry about her guide discovering her.
If it had been wonderful to do it with her booted feet, just imagine the thrill of jacking the horse off with her naked hands! Maybe letting him shoot his thick slime all over her belly and tits!
Maybe even – oh, the thrill of such depravity – maybe even letting him shoot in her face!
Marion was thinking fast and hard.
And she came up with a plan…
Marion Tremayne was twenty-six years old.
She had been married for five years, and it had been a happy enough marriage. She had met her husband, Jim, at college. She had not been a virgin when they met, but she had not been awfully experienced, either. Jim had been more experienced than she had, and he had fucked her on their second date. On their third date, she had given him a blowjob. He had enjoyed that so much that he asked her to go steady.
Soon enough, more by silent understanding than any spoken words, they became engaged.
When Jim graduated, they were married. They had a good sex life; Jim was an attentive lover, potent and blessed with a rather large prick, and Marion had never been known to have a headache at bedtime. She had never felt any desire to take a lover… at least, not to have an affair.
She had cheated on Jim twice, which she did not think was too much by present day standards.
Both times had been spur-of-the-moment flings, happening by chance rather than by plan, and she had gone to bed with these two men only one time each, without any emotional entanglements or any desire to see them again.
Purely physical, they were harmless, as long her husband never found out about them, she reasoned.
She had no idea if Jim had ever cheated on her. But if he had, she would have been reasonable about it, as long as it had not developed into a serious affair that might endanger their marriage.
The first time that Marion had committed adultery had been with a television repairman.
He had been young, hardly out of his teens, and he had arrived at the house to change a faulty wire at just the right time, when Marion's own system was on overload.
Marion had awakened that morning feeling very much like getting fucked. But when she reached out lazily in the direction of her husband's groin, she found the bed empty, although still warm and indented from his body. She heard the shower running. That meant that Jim was not yet dressed and she was still hopeful of getting some prick. Marion lowered the blankets so that her big, firm tits and stiff nipples were uncovered, then she waited for him to come back to the bedroom.
But when he did, he failed to take any notice of her sensual stretching and meaningful glances.
Barely glancing at her, he got dressed.
Marion was irritated.
And very horny.
But Jim left for work, giving her no more than a parting kiss and leaving her unfucked.
Marion had lingered in bed.
She was trying to make up her mind if she wanted to give herself a handjob or not. The idea of coming was pleasant, but she always felt rather silly when she did it. Finger fucking herself seemed childish, not the sort of thing that a happily married woman ought to have to do. Still, her pussy was demanding some attention and what other choice did she have but to rub herself off?
She had just started to stroke her cunt, taking her time and intending to make it a prolonged and leisurely handed, when the front doorbell sounded.
Who on earth could it be?
She pulled a frilly negligee on and, naked underneath the semi-transparent garment, went to answer the door. She had not dressed so provocatively for any devious reasons. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.
But it was the television repairman.
Marion had forgotten that he had been called. When she opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she was embarrassed.
She had to let him in, obviously, but she wished that she had put something less revealing on. Should she ask him to wait for long enough to get sedately dressed? Well, hardly. Prompt television repairmen were rare and valuable… she could hardly leave him standing on the doorstep, where a passing stranger with a faulty television might kidnap him.
Marion opened the door.
Up until then, she had not really noticed what the man looked like, only that he was young and wore overalls.
But the moment she opened the door wide, the young man stared at her with such obvious surprise and admiration that Marion, in turn, took a closer look at him.
He was good-looking in a hard-faced fashion, with lank, sandy hair and nice gray eyes… and those nice gray eyes were popping out like hard-boiled eggs as he stared at her tits.
She flushed, aware that her nipples, still stiff from her interrupted masturbation, were standing out in prominent peaks against her negligee. And, in spite of her embarrassment, her taut tit tips were getting bigger under the man's gaze.
Then his gaze dropped to her lower belly.
Marion realized that the dark vee of her pubic mound could be seen through the sheer material.
At the same time, her own gaze dropped, and she saw that the front of the repairman's overalls had started to swell.
Flustered, she stepped aside to let him enter, trying her best to look unconcerned and unaware of his obvious sexual attention and the hard-on that accompanied it. He brushed past her, his arm lightly contacting her tit.
He looked as flustered as she felt.
Marion turned to lead him to the television. She could feel his eyes burning into her shapely ass as he followed her down the hall.
Leaving him with the faulty set, she went out of the room. The woman was in a strange mood, still horny from before and now aroused anew by the young man's undisguised desire.
Christ! Did he suppose that she was one of those lewd housewives that seduce strangers?
Marion figured that she had better get dressed.
She glanced into the television room again before going back upstairs. He was removing the back from the set, but he still sorted a big hard-on.
Marion turned away, dizzy with desire.
Oh, no! No, I mustn't, she thought.
She had never cheated on Jim before, and she was determined not to do it now, but her pussy was on fire. It was Jim's fault, she thought. If he had fucked me this morning, I wouldn't even be thinking of such a thing! I'm not going to do it, anyhow, but it's his fault that I'm thinking of it at all!
She was starting to justify her misbehavior even while she vowed not to misbehave. Marion decided to go upstairs and frig herself off before she got dressed, to remove the danger of her needs by hand, before she once again, confronted the repairman. Despite her good intentions, she did not trust herself in her horny frame of mind. The young man was awfully good-looking and, more to the point, awfully horny.
It had always turned Marion on to know that she, in turn, had turned a man on, especially a potent young man.
The brunette was halfway up the stairs when she stopped.
The thought of finger fucking herself was depressing.
She stood there, one hand on the railing, struggling with herself, trembling all over.
Then she sighed.
Marion knew that she was going to be filled with remorse and shame and guilt, afterward, but right at the moment, the woman was in the grip of a lust that she could not conquer.
Marion went back to the television room.
The young man pretended to be busily occupied with the mysterious inner workings of the television set as he looked at her secretly and blushed deeply. Marion stood over him uncertainly. She had made up her mind to seduce him, but she was new to this game. How did a woman go about such a thing? Should she come right out with it and ask him if he wanted to fuck her? Never! She could never force herself to ask something so bold and wanton. Should she wait for him to make the first suggestion? But he was evidently young and shy. What if he did not take the hint of her presence, her silence?
Actions, she realized, would come easier to her than words.
Trembling with shame and lust. Marion slowly slid the negligee from her shoulders, then let it drop in a flurry of silk around her feet. She stood stark naked over the youth.
He gasped and looked up.
His eyes burned into her once again, making her feel warm and wanted all through her body.
His mouth worked, but no words came out.
It was as if his vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.
It suited her.
Marion did not want to talk to the man, she wanted him to fuck her. She didn't even want to know his name. When he tried to speak again, she shook her head.
"Shhhh… don't talk," she whispered.
Then she knelt down beside him.
He groaned his whole body quivering, and the bulge in the front of his overalls pounded like a jackhammer. Marion opened his fly, and she drew his cock out. It was so stiff that it was jerking in her hand. She held it in her palm for a moment, staring at it, realizing that this was the first prick that she was going to have adulterously. Then Marion bent down, and she took his sweet, young cockmeat into her mouth.
She hadn't intended to blow him.
She just wanted to suck on his prick for a moment before they fucked.
But the repairman was so horny that, the moment she took a suck on his prickhead, he squirted his juices into her throat. Marion gasped and gulped. It was too late to stop then, nor did she want to. She nursed his cock, milked it dry and swallowed his cum.
When she drew her lips away, she was afraid that her greed had betrayed her and deprived her cunt of a fucking. But he had the potency and stamina of youth and, despite his climax, his cock remained as hard as iron as it sprouted from his fly.
Marion daintily wiped a drop of cum from her lips.
She lay back on the carpet, her knees lifted, and her thighs parted. The repairman still hadn't managed to say a word. He stripped his clothes off, and Marion watched as his smooth, almost hairless body was revealed. He mounted her and cupped her ass in his hands. She made hooks of her thighs and a cup of her belly. He slid his prick up her cunt and fucked her wildly.
There beside the broken television, they thrilled to the mutual joy of a simultaneous orgasm.
Afterward, he replaced the faulty wire.
At the door, Marion, averting her gaze, said: "I hope you don't think I do that sort of thing with everyone."
But he only grinned.
That, in fact, was exactly what he thought.
When she thought about it afterward. Marion was surprised to find that she did not feel ashamed of herself. The guilt that she had feared and expected did not come. She felt a little naughty, that was all. And she reasoned that, after all, no harm had been done. Jim would never find out she had gotten her rocks off and the repairman, whose name she did not know, had obviously enjoyed his part in it.
However, although she was pleased by her attitude toward cheating, Marion did not become promiscuous.
It was over a year before she slipped up again.
And it happened more or less by accident, and with a horny young man who had admired her and, with his admiration, turned her on.
Marion had spent the day at the beach. She had gone into the water once, but she had mainly sunbathed, wearing a tiny black bikini and stretching out on a large beach towel. It was a fairly secluded beach, not empty, but not at all crowded. A group of young men were drinking beer out of cans and sitting on a blanket not far from Marion. No one else was nearby. After awhile, Marion became aware that the conversation among the young men had hushed. She realized that they were admiring her and that their comments were whispered.
Basking in that youthful admiration, feigning innocence, she shifted her body on the towel, letting them get a look at her from different angles as she assumed, as if by accident, several sexy poses. With her eyes narrowed and shielded by her sunglasses, she gazed back and was thrilled to see that every one of the young men had a big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks.
At that point, Marion was not thinking of doing anything. She was just enjoying their attention and felt pleased that she had aroused them all so much.
After awhile, all of the young men left… but one.
He lingered on, staring at her with a gaze so lustful that he looked hungry and haunted.
He also looked horny and potent, and the bulge in his swimming trunks was enticingly massive.
That was when Marion decided to fuck him.
With the experience of her first adultery behind her, Marion was not as inhibited, hesitant or shy.
The situation was ideal.
The youth was a total stranger whom she would never encounter again, and there was no way that her adultery could become known. Her pussy began to flood with the juices of her passion. But she was in no hurry. She teased the youth, rubbing suntan option into her body, caressing up the insides of her parted thighs with the creamy oil, working it into the thrusting globes of her tits.
Then she sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked directly at the young man.
He looked away nervously.
"Excuse me," she called, softly.
"Errr… me, Ma'am?" he croaked.
"Yes do me a favor?"
He looked embarrassed, obviously aware of how evident his erection was being displayed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Do my back, will you? I can't quite reach."
He hesitated. Blushing, Marion realized he might not dare to approach with that big hard-on, so she turned over onto her belly and faced the other way.
The boy came to her across the sand.
He knelt on the towel beside her, then took the tube of lotion and began to work it into her slender back. She purred under his strong, young hands. He oiled down as far as the elastic of her tiny bikini. She knew that the crack of her ass showed, and she squirmed around, her hips shifting and her legs parting.
He oiled up the insides of her legs.
She rolled onto her back, smiling up at him as he knelt there, sweating far more than the sun was causing.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Sure," he rasped.
He looked wildly about, as if seeking a means of escape, terrified by his own desires.
"Shall I do you, now?" she asked.
He croaked wordlessly.
Marion took the suntan lotion from him. She gently drew him down onto the towel, on his back. The front of his swimming trunks stood up like a tent, the elastic pulled tight by his rigid prick. Marion began to oil his smooth, hard chest. Glancing down, she could see right into the shadowy tent of his swimming trunks, she could see his prick standing like a tentacle in the darkness. She curled onto her flank and her hands massaged down over his lean belly.
She slid one hand inside his swimming trunks.
The boy gasped.
It wasn't until then that he realized that this was a seduction, that she had summoned him for purposes other than the prevention of a sunburn. He was innocent, obviously, and probably a virgin. Marion hoped so. She was thrilled by the thought of taking a boy's virginity, of having cherry jism spurt into her body.
Her hand was slippery with the lotion.
She folded it around his stiff prick, squeezing gently, then stroking up and down inside his swimming trunks, her oiled hand skimming lightly over his hot prickmeat.
She didn't stroke all the way to his cockhead.
She was oiling his fuckshaft with the suntan lotion but she didn't want to get any of it on his knob.
It wouldn't, she knew, taste good.
She cupped his balls and sighed when she felt how full of cum they were… virgin cum!
Drawing the elastic out wide, she pulled the band down and tucked his trunks under his balls, so that his sex tackle was fully exposed.
"Ummm you have a sweet prick," she whispered.
"Oh… gee… oh!" he stammered.
"Has anyone ever sucked it?"
He shook his head, wild-eyed, panting.
"Would you like me to?"
He nodded, looking desperate with need.
Marion licked her lips. She went down slowly, mouth open, her head tilted so that the boy could watch his cock slide between her lips. She tongued his knob, then sucked it into her mouth. Her hand frigged up and down on his oiled fuckshaft and her lips pulled on his sweet prickmeat. Her tongue buttered against the underside of the tasty mouthful. The youth began to flop around like a landed fish, gaffed and hooked on his own prick. Then he cried out with joy and his virgin jism whitewashed her tonsils and hosed her throat.
Marion drank his cum eagerly.
She had learned about the potency of youth. When she drew her creamy lips away, she was not surprised to find that his prick was still standing so hard and huge.
She squirmed out of her bikini bottoms.
He watched her with big eyes. His awe and amazement so evident that Marion would have been amused had she not been so horny that she could feel no other emotion.
She threw one knee across his hips, straddling him.
"Do you want my pussy now?" she asked.
The boy groaned.
"Tell me… have you ever fucked a cunt?" she asked.
He shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his chest heaving as he panted like a locomotive.
Marion began to rub his cockhead around in her juicy pussy. Her cuntjuice poured down his stiff prick. Then she slipped his knob into her pussy, and her fuckhole began to suck and pull on it. She went down inch by inch, until his cock was buried balls-deep up her cunt.
She held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the thrills of having a pussy full of virgin cock, and letting the boy know the joy of having every inch of his hard prickmeat buried in hot cunt.
Then she began to fuck him.
Her sleek thighs tensed as she rose up, then relaxed as she slid back down, fucking her cunt on his rigid prick with long, slow, rippling strokes. Reaching down behind her ass, she cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if to pump the cum out of them with the soft pressure. The youth seemed stricken by his lust. He wasn't moving at all, simply lying back, spread-eagled, a passive toy on which she was playing. His eyes rolled as if he were having a fit. He gnashed his teeth and clenched his jaw. His back was arched, pushing his prick up as far as he could into her.
Marion rode him slowly, wanting to make it last as long as she could, yearning for his virgin cum but in no hurry to get it. The horny woman was as thrilled by the idea that it was a cherry prick stuffing her cunt as she was by the wonderful physical sensations of their coupling. As she descended, his throbbing cockhead seemed to slide right up into her belly.
Her ass churned and heaved.
She turned her pelvis from side to side, rotating as she pushed down on his cock, adding torque to the straight in and out friction. Her cunt muscles sucked on his prick as if she had a mysterious mouth inside her pussy.
Marion threw her head back, her eyes glazed, biting her full lower lip in her ecstasy.
She was fucking a virgin!
That huge, hard, hot cock that she was riding was cherry meat, and the hot, thick load he was going to squirt into her would be the first he had ever shot into a cunt. Her pussy felt parched for jism, longing for his sweet geyser. She corkscrewed down, winding her pussy onto his prick to the very roots. Her cuntlips spread open and plastered themselves to his belly at the base of his cock. Then she rose up again, twisting, churning, wringing his prick meat in her velvet vise.
Marion started to come.
Long waves of joy coursed across her belly, and electric shivers ran up her thighs.
Cunt juice foamed from her pussy and ran down his cock, soaking his balls and lathering his groin.
Marion tried to hold back, to wait for him, wanting to come when the youth shot into her, to feel his virgin cum hose her cunt as her orgasm reached the peak.
"Come," she whimpered. "Come in me… shoot all that hot, thick jism up my cunt!"
The boy seemed as inspired by her erotic words as by the pumping of her pussy. She felt his cock swell inside her, spreading her clutching fuckhole out with it. His balls ballooned.
Suddenly, he moaned with pure bliss.
Marion cried out as she felt his jism spurt deep inside her cunt, and her loins melted with him. The potent beach boy filled her pussy with his jizz, and she dissolved in her own fluid climax, pussy nectar gushing out in a foaming whirlpool.
Marion thrilled to a multiple orgasm. The boy just kept coming, spurt after spurt, pouring out even more than the massive load that he had shot in her mouth.
At long last, he stopped spurting.
Marion continued to ride him for awhile, to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of his virgin cum, and working off her own wonderful coming to the last spasms and the final drops.
When she finally dismounted from his prick, the boy lay exhausted, an idiotic grin on his lips. Marion smiled at him. Bending down, she used her tongue to lap up their inter-mingled juices from his cock and balls. Then she sucked his prick head into her mouth and nursed on his knob until she had polished it to a luster.
That was the first time she had been fucked by a virgin, and Marion had simply adored it.
But it left her horny.
Although she'd had a wonderful orgasm, the psychological aspects of what she had done, seducing an innocent teenager, had stimulated the woman so much that she was still horny.
As she drove home from the beach, her pussy simmered and squished against the seat of the car. After returning to her home, she left her bikini on. When Jim got home from work, she was stretched out on the couch in a sexy position.
Jim took the hint.
He sat beside her and pulled the bottoms of her bikini down.
Then he went down on her.
For a moment, as his tongue probed up her cunt. Marion was frightened. She was afraid that her husband would be able to tell that her pussy was full of another man's jism. But he gave no sign of it as he tongued her out eagerly. After her initial fright faded, she thrilled to her secret knowledge that her husband, not realizing it, was sucking a boy's virgin load from her pussy.
She came twice while Jim sucked her.
Then she creamed again when he fucked her.
She didn't feel guilty at all.
Those were the only two times that Marion Tremayne had cheated on her husband, and she didn't regret them.
They hadn't been planned, they had just happened.
Nor had she planned to fuck anyone else on this holiday, but then fate had taken a hand. Marion and Jim had booked their vacation at the dude ranch together. At the last moment something had come up at the office, and Jim was not able to get away for another two or three days. It was his suggestion that his wife should go on ahead and he would join her as soon as he could.
And as soon as she arrived, she noticed Jake.
The young man had been sitting on the corral fence, wearing his tight jeans, and Marion had noticed right away how packed full of cock and balls his crotch was.
Jake fit the bill exactly.
He was young and horny, and whatever happened between them would be a casual, physical affair, without repercussions or involvement. Jake would be the third young man that Marion had fucked… and sucked, of course… since she was married.
She had been looking forward to it.
Riding out along the secluded trail, Marion had had every intention of seducing the young man – first in her mouth, then in her pussy – and she had been looking forward to the time that they stopped for a break. She was an accomplished equestrienne and had deliberately asked if she could ride bareback… because she knew that the rubbing of her crotch on a horse's back would make her hot.
But she hadn't realized that it would make the horse hot, too.
Now she did.
And having milked a load of cum out of the robust beast, Marion had temporarily lost interest in Jake.
Marion wanted more of that huge horse prick first.