The horse eyed the woman, his head lifted, the reins trailing down. She waited until Jake had disappeared from sight, then turned and looked at the horse. She was flushed both with excitement and with a sense of depravity. Marion thought that jerking off a horse was a very perverted thing to do… and yet she found it all the more thrilling simply because it was so perverted. Sex was always more fun if it was kind of dirty, she figured. That was one of the reasons that she enjoyed seducing innocent young men, and why she always liked to suck their pricks before they fucked her, because she thought that sucking a boy off was dirtier than fucking him, somehow.
But what could be dirtier than jacking off a horse?
Well, doing other things with a horse, in fact.
But so far, Marion had not considered that. She only wanted to jerk the beast off again in privacy, letting his cum spurt all over her belly and tits.
She hadn't realized yet how truly dirty she was going to be.
Neither had the horse.
As the stallion studied the woman, he gazed at her boots. He had never had sex in any form with anything other than a mare and, innocent and inexperienced, the horse knew only what had happened so far. He knew that human females rubbed their boots up and down on a horse's prick until the beast shot his wad.
It had satisfied him.
He wanted another footjob.
Having only hooves – as did the mares he had seduced – it did not dawn on the dumb brute that a human female had hands with fingers and opposing thumbs.
Now he waited, his prick quivering, wondering if she was going to pleasure him again. Would she mount him first, as before, or would she lie down under him, lift her feet up and frig him off in a new position? It was hard for the horse, being only a horse, to imagine all the various positions that a lithe human could assume.
And he couldn't even begin to understand the dark depravity and thrill of perversion that could motivate a superior and more imaginative species; a species that could derive sexual pleasure psychologically, as well as physically; that naughtiest of all living species, the horny human female!
Marion walked over to the horse.
She stroked his arched neck. His nostrils flared and he pawed at the earth with one hoof. Standing beside him, Marion unbuttoned her shirt, and she took it off. Her bare tits thrust out, the nipples swollen and taut. She hesitated for a moment, then began to remove her riding britches, too. She knew how much cum that horse was capable of spilling, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked.
She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not her garments.
Marion squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling and her ass swaying as she tugged them down.
She removed her panties, too.
The crotchband of her panties was soaking wet. When she tossed them aside, they fluttered to the ground like a butterfly with damp wings.
She kept her boots on.
It seemed somehow appropriate that a woman should be wearing boots when she jerked off a horse.
She wasn't worried about Jake returning too soon and finding her naked, because she knew that the boy, hopeful of a reward, would look long and hard for the non-existent watch. And if he did happen to get back before she got dressed, he would assume that she had stripped naked for him. That would be true, as far as it went, as long as he stayed away long enough for her to milk the horse's prick and balls again.
Naked now, but for the boots, she knelt down on the ground beside the animal's slightly lathered haunches. She gazed at his cock for a moment, anticipating the pleasure of having it in her hands. She was trembling all over. Her fingers felt as hot as her clit. So did her tongue, in fact.
But Marion didn't realize that yet. She had not anticipated how truly dirty she was going to be.
Reaching under him with one hand, she cupped his balls.
The hard balls jiggled inside their fleshy sec, and she sighed, thinking of all the hot jism stored there. Her other hand, palm upward, began to rub up and down the horse's prick, along the underside. His cock twitched, then pulsed and began to harden in her hand. She watched it rise in a series of jolts. The dark-gray knob foreskin, came squeezing out from the flaring. The horse stood spraddle-legged, amazed by what was happening. Her hands felt even better than her feet had! Oh, what mysteries there were to be discovered in the human anatomy.
The horse didn't know the half of it. Neither did Marion… yet.
She still thought that she was only going to give the horse a handjob, which was bad enough, but not nearly as perverted as some of the things she could do.
Kneeling beside him, she rubbed and stroked his prick until it was fully erect again, stretching out taut as a bowstring, a very fat bowstring.
Then Marion, grinning wickedly, delighted by her own degeneracy, moved around in front of the horse's cockhead.
Marion wanted him to shoot his cum onto her naked body, to feel that steaming horse jizz soak her tits and belly. She cupped both hands around his prickshaft, just behind the crown. Staring at the cleft tip of his cockhead, she began to pump up and down, her hands moving a foot back down the thick stalk. As she dragged back, his cockhead flared out end the cleft parted, and as she pulled back up, the foreskin curled up in a ledge over the triangular knob.
Marion's lips were parted.
She was panting with lust, and her tongue was gliding back and forth across her lower lips.
She realized that the horse was going to shoot right in her face as well as on her body.
And then she realized that a faceful of hot jism would be even better than a load on her tits. She realized, too, that her lips were parted, and that some of the hot stuff would squirt into her mouth and onto her tongue. She knew it was delicious from the drops she had lapped off her hand. She wanted another taste.
In fact, she was drooling for it.
That was when the woman realized that she wanted to tongue the horse's prick. Her mouth had been watering for ages, but the idea was still startling in its depravity. She whimpered. That dark-fleshed, wide-flaring cockhead looked delicious. Since she had already tasted his cum, and since she was going to let him shoot more of the hot nectar into her face, with her mouth open, she reasoned that it wouldn't be anymore depraved to take a lick of his prickmeat. Tonguing a horse's cockhead was no more degenerate than swallowing his cum!
And even if it was… Marion was hungry.
Her cupped hands could barely span his cock. She pushed back on his prickshaft, causing the fat knob to swell. Then she leaned and pushed her tongue out.
She licked the tip.
Marion drew back as if she had touched her tongue to a fiery stove. The taste of that first lick tingled on her tastebuds. It was delicious! Marion had always loved sucking a cock, and now the thought of blowing a prick as big as this equine monster was driving lances of lust through her body and mind. Her imagination was as hot as her pussy. She took another lick.
"Ummm, yummy," she purred.
Then she began lapping his huge slab of hot cockmeat, running her tongue an over it and dipping it right down inside the wide-open cleft, as if she wanted to lap the cum up even before it shot out of his knob. The hot horsemeat was as succulent as any human cock that she had ever sucked… and there was so much more of it. Her head tilted from side to side as she tongued merrily away. The horse watched her in awe.
Boots were one thing… but a tongue? He was astounded by the woman's amazing behavior.
He wondered, in his vague fashion, if she was going to swallow the stuff when it shot out, if a human mouth served as a sort of alternative cunt.
Incredible things, women! They had fuckholes at both ends.
And, thinking of fucking, the horse began to hump.
He pushed his bloated knob out into Marion's face. Her tongue whipped around the tip. Then she relaxed her jaws and, letting her lips part, took as much of the huge thing into her mouth as she could. Her jaw dropped wide open, as if it was disjointed, and her pliable lips stretched out around the flaring slab. That mighty cockhead looked too big to fit in her mouth. But she took as much of it in as she could as she began to suck joyfully. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked. She seemed to be inhaling his cock.
Her lips unpeeled, turning almost inside out as they strove to engulf even more of that sweet prickmeat. Her nimble tongue danced wildly against the underside of the slab, where the fat vein that seamed the underside of his prick spread out into the crown under his cockhead. She pushed forward and managed to get the whole huge wedge into her mouth. It pressed out into her cheeks on both sides at once, and the cocktip was lodged in her throat.
She gasped and gagged as the huge slab cut off her air. Jism had started to seep from his prickhead.
Hot streamers of it flowed over her tongue, soaked into her stuffed cheeks and slipped down her throat. The cum had been tasty even when she had licked it off her fingers, but it was absolutely succulent as she drank it all hot and frothy, straight out of the brute's cock! It was like an appetizer, the first taste made her ravenous for more.
Sucking on a mouthful of cockhead, she began to frig him again, stroking up and down with both hands on his prickshaft, pumping with the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him to the crest and reward her with his steaming jet of jism.
Her head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. As her hands pulled up, her lips pushed down to meet them. And as she pumped his prick back down, her mouth sucked lavishly on the flaring hunk of cockhead. She was salivating on his knob, her spit blending into the ribbons of slimy cum that seeped from hip cleft. With his huge knob juicy and lubricated, she was able to mouth it more easily, almost swallowing it as she bobbed greedily down. Savoring the meat course, she whimpered in anticipation of the creamy dessert.
The horse's haunches began to vibrate.
His head tossed up and down, mane flowing, staring wild-eyed down at the cocksucking woman. His tail stiffened and his cock gave a great lurch in her mouth, tilting her head back. The knob was swollen so huge now that it was stuck fast in her mouth. Her jaw was open as wide as it would go and her teeth were lodged behind the ledge of his knob and Marion could not have removed her mouth from the animal's cock now even if she had wanted to. But that was the last thing she wanted.
She knew that after he had shot his wad, his prick would soften enough for her to drag her lips off it. That would have been reason enough to want the horse to come in her mouth.
But she wanted to swallow his jism, anyhow.
She sucked and tongued and stroked.
The horse's prick was so stiff that it vibrated.
Suddenly, he snorted, and Marion felt his cockshaft spread as the sap rushed up it. She whimpered and sucked, her hands pumping. His cum hosed her throat.
The hot stuff hit her with such force that, had her mouth not been stuck fast on his cockhead, he would have been blown right off the spurting end on the mighty stream. Her mouth was full of the shiny jism.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.
The horse kept coming, wad after wad of jizz hosing into her. There was too much to drink. Creamy ribbons of the stuff overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin, dropping off in heavy nuggets, like quicksilver, that bounced on her upthrust tits. Great waves washed through her cheeks and rivulets ran through her teeth. Her hot tongue was afloat in a slippery tide of cum. Shards of it hung, congealing, from the roof of her mouth and slimy banners slid steadily down her throat. Oh, what a mouthful!
Marion was in seventh heaven as she drank that sweet nectar, sucked for more and got a seemingly unending stream. The horse was coming steadily now, not shooting separate spurts into her mouth but spinning the stuff out in a shiny rope.
Marion gulped with joy.
She gulped and purred, swallowed and sighed. Her whole pretty face was contorted by lust, eyes glazed, cum running out from the corners of her wide-open mouth.
Then, at long last, the beast stopped spurting.
The last drops trickled out onto her flashing tongue.
His cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth. Marion continued to suck gently on his shrinking prickmeat, nursing on it as if it were a huge nipple, milking out every precious drop. When the woman was certain that she had pulled it all out, she slowly drew her lips away from his cockhead and used her tongue to gather up the drops that had escaped her lips and run down the slope of his shaft. She tongued inside his parted cleft, in case any jism remained there, coating the inner walls. She licked it up from her chin. Cupping her fat tits in her hands, she lifted them, then tongued up the cum that had splattered on her tits and nipples. She swallowed every lovely drop.
Then she mouthed his softened knob again, polishing it to a gleaming luster with her tongue and lips.
The horse whinnied softly.
And what about Marion's other end?
Sucking horse prick and drinking horse cum had been wonderful but, of course, it had made her horny. The more she quenched her thirst for jism at one end, the more her pussy cried out for a load of the lust quenching juice.
With her bellyful of jism, her cunt felt woefully neglected and empty. Marion sat back in the grass.
Cuntjuice poured from her open fuckslit.
She decided to wait, naked, for young Jake to return so that she would not have to waste any time before they fucked. She wasn't even going to blow Jake, now. Well, maybe later. At the moment, she had drunk all the cum she could hold, and she needed some big, stiff prick stuffed up her steaming cunt. And thinking of big, stiff prick…
Naturally, Marion began to wonder if her pussy could accommodate that massive horse cock.