As she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, slumped atop Jake, with his prick still wedged up her cunt, Marion was thinking once more. Fucking the lusty young cowboy had been lovely… but she would have enjoyed it even more if she hadn't been fantasizing about the horse. Now, although she had come, she still found herself thrilled by the prospect of making it with a stallion. Ah that powerful, bestial energy and vitality – the idea was driving her wild. Her eyelids flickered. Her green eyes regarded the horse through the flickering shades of her eyelashes. And she decided that she simply had to give it a try, to find out if it was possible… to get it out of her system now, before she became more frenzied by her lust.
Too, there were advantages in trying it now.
Since she had already come, if the attempt proved to be a failure, she would not be too frustrated. If she made the stallion's prick hard, then discovered that it would not fit up her pussy, she could always have the pleasure of sucking him off again. She knew that worked! And if it did fit in her… ooooh! Her cunt rippled at the thought, pulling on Jake's large, but human cock. Jake's prick rippled, too.
Marion guessed that she could easily get another fuck out of the young cowboy, she toyed with the idea. But she was too eager and curious about trying it with the horse. She slowly pulled her pussy off his prick.
Cum and cuntjuice poured from her vacated pussy as she unplugged his big fucker. She forced herself to look sad.
"What's the matter?" Jake asked, genuinely concerned, afraid that he had failed to satisfy her.
"That was the first time that I ever cheated on my husband," Marion lied. "It was lovely… but, quite naturally, I feel guilty now. I feel like… like what I am. An adulteress."
"Oh. Gee," he said. He had never known a woman to react that way before. Most wives were always smug about having cuckolded their husbands with a youth… and eager to do it again. Jake was pleased to find that Marion was not like the others, but unhappy that she was feeling glum about it. She smiled wistfully.
"Oh, I'll get over it," she said. "It's just that I'd like to be alone for awhile, to think about my… indiscretions. If you don't mind riding back alone, I'll return in a little while."
"Sure, okay," he said.
Then she smiled a little more and said: "I'm sure that I'll come to terms with myself, Jake… and that you and I will be able to have a lot more fun together." Jake was encouraged.
The naive teenager had no idea that Marion had ulterior motives in wanting to remain there alone with her horse.
As soon as Jake had disappeared down the trail on his gelding, Marion got up, and she walked over to where the horse was nibbling at the grass. His big cock was pointed at the ground. The brunette knelt down and took it in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat, then began to jerk it up and down. Then she leaned in and started to tongue the dark-fleshed slab of his prickhead, slathering it with saliva. His fuckshaft jerked and twitched but did not rise or harden very much. She had truly emptied the animal's spermaries previously, and now she saw that it might not be too easy to get him erect again.
Marion pondered the logistics of it.
Could she stuff his cock up her cunt while it was soft? It might work okay, that way. It might even go in easier and harden inside her. That was a thrilling thought. But what if the horse couldn't come again? She knew it would be terribly frustrating to have a cuntful of big horse prick and not get a jet of jism out of it.
Even tonguing the tasty cockmeat would prove frustrating if there was no cum to drink.
She was already starting to feel frustrated as she handled and mouthed the horse's slack fuckshaft.
But the ram's prickmeat was hard as a rock.
Ovid had watched the man ride off, and his cock had hardened as he considered the possibilities of having the woman. Then, when he saw her approach the horse and commence to fondle its equine organ, his cock turned hard as an iron bar. It was evident that this was a woman who liked animal cock. But could he compete with a horse?
Ovid was disturbed. He had nothing but scorn for dog prick, but a horse cock was a different kettle of fish. That big wad of meat was bigger than his, and maybe the woman preferred it. The horse was bigger than he was, too. It didn't have horns, but it had hooves, and Ovid didn't care for a kick in the balls from the dumb brute.
Then he noticed that the horse's cock did not seem to be getting any bigger or harder. Ovid began to smirk.
What good was having a gigantic prick, if it didn't get stiff? He congratulated himself, conscious of the throbbing shaft of iron-hard prick meat that pulsed under his own fleecy belly.
With his confidence restored, the robust and horny ram came stepping light-footedly into the clearing.
Marion looked up, startled.
She thought someone, some human had come along and found her licking a horse's prick, and she flushed with mortification. But then she saw that it was only an animal.
And then she saw that it was an animal with a great big hard-on jutting out from its loins!
Ovid halted and tossed his head about, letting the stallion see that he had big horns.
But the stallion, satiated, didn't give a damn if the ram had the woman or not. Marion was staring at the ram's prick.
There was nothing sheepish about it, she saw. It was not as big as a horse's cock, but it was plenty big enough. She began to wonder if it might not be a good idea to break her cunt in on a ram's prick before she attempted to take a horse cock up it. A good idea… and a delightful idea, as well! The smooth head of the brute's fuck tool was flaring and throbbing. The shaft looked like a concrete cloud. It looked so hard that, if the right chord were struck, it might shatter into fragments. Her green eyes glowed as she gazed upon his fleecy cock. The ram's golden eyes glowed back at her, bestial lust flashing like lasers.
Marion turned away from the horse, and she sat down on the ground. The ram approached her, stiff-legged, stepping lightly, almost prancing. He half turned, and she saw the length of his prick in profile… and shuddered with the thought of having all that massive cock meat plunging in and out of her pussy. His balls were bloated, like over inflated balloons, obviously full of cum and ready to be emptied.
Marion reached out to tangle her fingers in his curly pelt.
She ran her hand up big woolly prick stalk and began to finger his smooth, dark-fleshed knob. That big slab looked absolutely delicious. The dark cockmeat, contrasted to his cloud-white body, made her mouth water, and she was sorely tempted to suck it. But Marion had no idea how potent a ram was, and she didn't want to find herself in the same situation that she had with the stallion – with a bellyful of ram jism and an empty cunt. Leaning in, she took a lick. Ram prick tasted much like horse prick, she discovered. She supposed that all cum must taste the same, too. Her slippery tongue licked around on his cockhead, and she drooled. But her cunt was drooling more than her mouth now.
Giving his prick a last loving lick, Marion drew back and positioned herself under the beast, her back arched high so that her crotch was raised and tilted into a fuckable position. It might be simpler to get on her hands and knees and let him fuck her animal-fashion, she knew, but she wanted to do it face to face, to see what was fucking her, to be able to watch the powerful brute explode up her pussy. Ovid regarded her for a moment.
He was not used to fucking human style, but he was no fool. A cunt was a cunt, whether it was on woolly haunches or between smooth fleshed human thighs. And this woman's cunt was open, wet and lifted up at just the right level to be stuffed. Her head and shoulders were braced on the ground, and her ass and hips were lifted high. She was supporting her ass on her hands, holding it up, offering her crotch to him.
Ovid stepped over her.
His prick came in just too high, the meaty cockhead skimming over her pussyhair and sliding up her belly. His prick tip nudged into her soft, deep cleavage.
She squirmed and moaned.
The ram stepped back then came in again, lower.
His big, blunt cockhead slipped onto her cuntlips.
It didn't go into her pussy at first, and Ovid saw that this woman's cunt was tighter than Julia's or Maisy's. Although she seemed to like horse cock, it appeared that her pussy had not yet been loosened and spread on one. It was almost like having a virgin, he figured. He pushed.
Marion shoved her crotch down to meet him.
Her cuntlips spread out, and the tip of his cock wedged into her creamy pussy, stuck fast for a moment, then pushed in deeper. The ram gave a shove, and his cockhead slipped into her. Her cuntlips collared his woolly rod just behind the buried knob.
Marion wailed with the joy of it.
Ovid snorted and tossed his horned head about, one cloven hoof pawing at the earth.
Pushing steadily, the ram began to inch his prick meat into her, the fleecy shaft following behind the throbbing crown. Her pussy clutched and clung to it, molding around the contours of his cock, slippery but tight, sucking and dragging. Inch by inch, he fucked into her. She writhed about in ecstasy on his fat prick.
Then the brute's cock was buried to the depths.
They held steady for a moment.
The ram was savoring the pleasure of having his hard prick buried in hot cunt, and Marion was thrilled at being stuffed with animal cock.
She moved first, rolling her hips from side to side so that she was winding her fuck hole around on his cock, squirming and wriggling, twisting in a motion that was wringing his cock.
Then Ovid began to fuck her.
His powerful haunches braced, then shot forward as he fed his cock into her lustfully. He drew back. His woolly cock came out matted and soaking with cuntjuice. He slammed in again and Marion met him with equal vigor, jamming her cunt down over his plunging prick. His fleecy white fuckshaft vanished into her dark-haired pussy. It drew out, then went in again. She began to whimper and moan with the pure carnal pleasure of being fucked by such a gigantic cock, and the pure pleasure of knowing that she was getting fucked by a beast.
His smoking-hot cockhead seemed to be pushing all the way up into her belly. He was going in so deep that she wouldn't have been surprised if his knob had slipped into her mouth from inside her. It made her eyes water.
Vibrating all over, jerking and twitching, the horny woman pumped wildly under the humping beast.
Her clit felt like a stick of dynamite.
Cuntjuice was coming out of her in rivers, a deluge that poured down her crotch and into the crack of her ass.
His cock got bigger and bigger and drove in faster and faster as his balls prepared to blow. Marion yearned for that hot geyser.
Her cunt creamed for the brute's cum, lusted to be dosed with her first cuntful of animal jism.
Her thighs tightened around his driving haunches, then parted wide again. She reached up and twisted one fist into the curly wool of his shoulder, clinging to him as they jolted together. Her pelvis was being bounced wildly about on his powerful thrusts now, tilting and twisting and slamming up and down.
The ram threw his head back and bellowed.
Marion cried out in ecstasy as she felt a steaming geyser of animal cum spurt into her cunt.
She melted with him.
The ram hosed her pussy with jet after jet of hot, thick cum and she creamed time and again, her juices gushing out to blend with his jizz, the spasms of joy rushing through her in a prolonged and multiple orgasm. At last, Ovid's balls were emptied.
Marion continued to hump for a moment, to make sure that she had milked every precious drop from him and worked off every last tingling spasm of her own climax. Ovid waited until she stopped squirming. Then he slowly drew his prick out.
It bobbed up and down under his belly. It was no longer fleecy as a cloud. Cum and cuntjuice had matted his pelt. The stuff was bubbling from her vacated cunt, soaking the ground. Marion smiled dreamily, delighted to have discovered the joys of animal fucking.
She slid in under the ram and tongued the dripping head of his cock, gathering up jizz mingled with cuntjuice.
She was surprised how delicious cuntjuice was.
Marion had never tasted pussyjuice before, and now she realized that it was tasty stuff, indeed. She just had to wonder what it would be like to suck a load of hot cuntjuice right out of a coming pussy. She had to speculate on the joy of bringing a woman off with her tongue and lips. She didn't expect to ever find out, of course. Still… she wondered.
And she polished the ram's cockhead until it gleamed.
Marion knew that she really should feel ashamed of herself, at the very least, embarrassed. But she didn't. It had been so thrilling to get fucked by an animal that she could not feel any guilt or shame whatsoever. As long as no one ever found out, she reasoned, there was no harm in it. There was only pure pleasure, for her and the ram.
Now she knew that her pussy could accommodate a ram's prick. Could she fuck a stallion?
She was no longer feeling horny, but she knew the rhythms of her body, and she knew that she would be horny again soon… the next day, say, when she rode the horse again.
Marion intended to try to fuck the stallion tomorrow.
As she thought of this, she realized that the ram was eyeing her balefully. She wondered if he could somehow, with some bestial sixth sense, read her mind. Did he know she wanted the stallion? Did he feel slighted and betrayed? But Ovid couldn't read her mind at all.
Ovid was feeling very smug because he had cheated on his unfaithful mistress, dogfucking bitch that she was.