Connie canceled all her late-afternoon appointments because she knew that once she got to Matt's she'd end up fucking her brains out and would be in no mood to return to the office to give a few distemper shots before she called it quits for the day. They'd flown in from Tijuana late last night and Connie had turned down Matt's offer for her to spend the night at his ranch. She wouldn't let him spend the night with her in town either. What would Billy think? True, the boy was no virgin but she still didn't feel right sleeping with Matt right under the boy's nose.
"Christ I'm horny," she said out loud as she drove out of town.
The wind from the vent rushed up between her legs, cooling her sopping-wet crotch. As her cuntlips had swollen, her panties had pulled up tight between them and now the panties were all wet with her fuck juices. She hoped she wasn't staining her skirt. She thought about pulling off on a side road for a minute and peeling the panties off. That way the wind could whip up under her skirt and blow against her naked cunt, drying some of the pussycream as it oozed out. When she was horny like this, when her pussy throbbed incessantly, she couldn't stop dribbling.
No, she thought. She didn't want to waste even a minute. She needed to get to Matt's ranch. She needed his prick to take care of the maddening itch between her legs. She pressed on the accelerator, speeding up to seventy.
Matt's ranch lay in a secluded valley, his property beginning on a hilltop, but his house and stables set back and down, a half mile from the county highway. Connie turned off the highway and ascended the driveway, then passed over the crest of the hill and headed down into the valley, no longer in sight of the road. Clouds of dust billowed in her wake and down below in the valley she could see white buildings, a white corral, and animals on the green slopes beyond.
Matt was a gentleman rancher, in that most of his support came from investments in the stock market and real estate, and little from the ranch itself. He was paid stud fees for some of his prize stallions, but these were only a small contribution to the upkeep of his ranch. As Connie neared the house, slowing down, Matt's black Labrador, Slicker, came bounding toward her, barking.
The dog, as usual, was all over her as she climbed out of the car. Today however, he did something out of the ordinary. He shoved his snout up under her skirt.
"Slicker!" Connie pushed him away.
But he wouldn't be put off. The moment she started toward the house, the hound drove his snout up her skirt from behind.
"Slicker, damn it! What's gotten into you?" Connie spun away from the dog, then walked backwards so he couldn't make a sneak attack.
"Having problems, darling?"
Connie glanced over her shoulder to see Matt striding toward her. He'd come from around the corner of the house.
"He won't leave me alone," Connie said. Matt laughed. "I thought vets were experts at handling animals."
Slicker shot forward suddenly, ramming his entire head under Connie's skirt. He was growling.
"Slicker!" Matt caught the dog's flanks and hauled him back.
"What's wrong with that dog?" Connie said, her heart pounding.
"He must smell something he likes," Matt said, holding the restless hound by the collar.
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning, darling, that you must be a throbbing mess between the legs."
"You ass," Connie said. "I oughta get right back in that car and go back to my office."
"You do that and you won't get what you want," Matt said, grinning smugly.
Connie wanted to belt him, but her eyes had fallen on the pulsating cylinder that ran down the right leg of his jeans. Through the faded denim, she could see the entire outline of Matt's hard cock, including the shape of the knob. She felt weak. She couldn't say a word.
Matt scratched his hairy chest. He was shirtless, all his muscles bold and naked. "Come on!" he said. "Let's go have some fun."
With one hand on her ass, he guided her into the back yard. He held Slicker's collar with his other hand. The dog fought him, making whimpering noises.
"Why don't you tie him up?" Connie said.
"Good idea."
Matt chained Slicker to the back porch, then turned to Connie and embraced her. His mouth covered hers. His hand went roughly into her blouse and felt up her tits.
She sucked on his tongue, starting to go limp in his arms. "Matt, let's go inside," she managed to breathe.
Matt was unbuttoning her blouse. "It'll be more fun out here," he said. "Just relax. Who's to see us?"
"Matt, please!"
"Shhh!" He covered her naked tit with his mouth, sucking on her nipple.
"Oh God!" Connie nearly collapsed as the fuck-thrills streamed through her body. Matt undressed her completely, as if she were a doll. The pussycream ran down her legs and her vision was blurred. She'd never felt so naked, the wind slithering between her legs, under her arms, up the cleft between her naked asscheeks. And the sunshine bathed her like a spotlight. Matt pushed her down on the grass and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to undress and mount her.
She lay there, quivering, waiting, the heat of her cunt passing in waves up into her abdomen, into her legs, into every part of her body.
"Oh Matt," she whispered, "fuck me!" It happened so fast she didn't have a chance to resist before it was too late. Suddenly she found her wrists shoved together and bound with leather twine.
"Matt, what in the…"
"Just relax. You're gonna love this."
He stretched her arms above her head and secured her bound wrists to one of the posts that held up the volleyball net. She struggled, unable to believe what was happening.
"What are you doing?" she screeched, kicking, thrashing this way and that.
Matt laughed. "Such spirit! I like that."
He ran to the porch then, and returned with a hammer and two wooden stakes. He went down on one knee and slammed one stake into the ground, then the other. He tossed the hammer aside, yanked a length of leather cord out of his pocket, and caught Connie's flying left leg. The twine wound around her left ankle as Matt's hands worked.
Within seconds Connie's left ankle was bound to one stake. She fought him, kicking, shouting, but he got hold of her right leg and bound it to the other stake in record time. Then he stood up, grinning down at her, his big cock sticking out of his unzipped, unsnapped jeans and dripping fucklube as he slowly massaged it.
"Matt, in God's name, what are you doing?" Connie tried to calm herself.
"You are so sexy," he said. "I swear, you're the sexiest female I've ever laid eyes on. And you've never looked better than right now. I hope you're comfortable, that I didn't spread your legs too wide."
He pried off his cowboy boots, then peeled off his jeans.
Connie swallowed, watching the naked man straighten up. She knew what he was up to now, and she didn't care. He was going to fuck her while she was tied down and helpless.
"Oh Matt, quick!" she said. "Oh God, I'm dying for it!"
He took a step toward her, smiling, massaging his splitting-hard cock, but before descending to mount her, he turned away and walked toward Slicker, who had been barking and whimpering and fighting his chain all this time. The dog jumped up on him, clawing him, and he shoved it away.
"Cool it, you crazy dog!"
The dog settled down, whimpering and holding still as Matt unsnapped its chain. Connie was stunned to see the dog's long red prick quivering straight out along the under side of its shiny black abdomen.
"All right," Matt said, and set the dog free. Slicker looked like a charging black monster as he streaked toward Connie. She screamed, clamping shut her eyes, waiting for teeth and claws to tear into her skin. A moment later, she was gasping, squirming as the dog's tongue lapped at her raw, wide-open cunt.
"Do your job good now, boy. Show that sexy lady what she's been missing." Matt sank down beside her to play with her tits.
Connie panted, grunting. She could hardly stand the dog's flapping wet tongue. With her legs spread so wide apart, she felt supersensitive, vulnerable.
"How's it feel, babe?"
"Oh Matt, call him off, I, I can't stand it!"
Matt pinched her nipple. "Relax."
Slicker growled, nibbling at her meaty cunt slabs, jabbing and grating them lightly with his teeth. Daggers of electricity shot into Connie's loins. She arched up, writhing, the tips of her toes prickling with sensation.
"Eat her, boy. Lick that juicy pussy! Tastes good, doesn't it?"
The dog made half-growling, half-crying noises, as if it were exclaiming about how luscious Connie's crotch tasted. He not only slurped up the cream trickling out of her cunt hole, but lapped up the juice that had run down the insides of her thighs. Then he returned to her cunt in earnest, his long tongue flapping nonstop up and down the furrow between her pussylips.
The tip of it got inside her and Connie squealed, unable to contain her excitement. The dog rammed his snout against her crotch, as if he were going to fuck her with it. His nostrils twitched, his hot breath flowing up her cunt, and Connie went into spasms.
"Ohhhhh Godddd!" She writhed, tossing her head on the grass, the itchy sensations swarming in her cunt like ants.
"Beautiful!" Matt said, stroking her tits. "Mmmmm, nothing's more exciting than a sexy woman coming."
The dog lapped at her cunt as the fuckjuices ran out. His teeth sank into her spasming cunt meat and Connie thought she was going to jump out of her skin. As her orgasm petered out, she felt her muscles relax and she slumped back, breathing heavily.
Suddenly the dog was on top of her. He mounted her the same way a man would, resting his paws on the grass alongside her shoulder, lowering his furry underside against her, humping his slippery red cock between her legs.
She gasped, squirming, frantic to get away. But she was helpless. She felt the hot dogprick slithering between her cuntlips like a snake and she thought she'd go out of her mind.
"Relax," Matt said. "You'll love it."
At that moment, Slicker found the entrance to her cunt and his slim dogcock slipped inside her. The dog put its nose in the air and let out a sharp howl. Then he began to lick her face, slobbering all over it as he humped between her legs, pistoning his cock in her wide-open pussy.
Connie continued to squirm, but it did no good. The dog maintained its mount. If anything, her squirming excited the beast even more. He panted, his fetid dog-breath asphyxiating her, his saliva seeping into her mouth. When she gagged, opening her mouth wide, the dog shoved its tongue down her throat.
She was helpless as the dog-tongue slurped at her tonsils, as he salivated straight down her gullet. His prick sizzled in her cunt, the friction of its pistoning sending hot needles into the walls of her lust-swollen cunthole. She gagged on the dog's tongue, her tits heaving, her cunt on fire and beginning to clutch like a fist at the dog's slippery prick.
"I wish I had my camera," Matt said. "This is so hot! Give it to her, boy, show her how good it feels."
The dog turned his paws toward her, bracing them against her sides at the level of her chest. His claws held fast, digging in. He rubbed his furry abdomen against her belly, never for a moment easing his relentless humping.
Connie moaned, her loins tightening, the fuck-sensation mounting in her cunt. The dogprick jabbed repeatedly at a sensitive spot inside her and she felt on the verge of an orgasm.
"Ooooh, fuck me!" she mumbled. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
She arched her back, thrusting her swollen tits hard against the hound's chest, wiggling her ass and churning her contracting cunt on the dog's sliding cock. Hot tingles began to well up in the pit of her asshole and cunt.
The dog let out a whimper and began to squirt jism inside her. His flanks shuddered. His prick flexed and quivered. Dog cum spurted into her like hot milk.
Connie groaned loudly and exploded, her cunt nearly chewing the hound's prick off. The dog howled, jerking on top of her as she writhed underneath him. Before her orgasm had wrung itself out, Slicker slipped his cock out of her and jumped off. He sniffed once at her cunt, then trotted away.
Connie was helpless to clutch at her cunt or to squeeze her legs together. She lay there half in ecstasy, half in agony as the last of her spasms clawed through her crotch.
Matt lowered himself on top of her. He shoved his cock into her raw pussyhole. He lay on her with his full weight, his prick buried to the hilt inside her and throbbing powerfully.
"Mmm, you feel so good under me, babe." After Slicker's skinny dogcock, Matt's cock felt like a baseball bat inside her. It stretched her tingling hot cuntmeat until she wanted to scream.
"Matt, Jesus, get off! I can't stand it!"
"Mmm, this feels so good!"
Connie chewed her lips to keep from screaming. Her fingers and toes clutched. She was going to lose her mind. Her nerves were being grated beyond what any woman could stand.
Matt had braced himself on his elbows and pumped his cock inside her, making it squish obscenely in her dog-jism greased cunthole. Her pussy clutched for dear life, dogcum running out and greasing Matt's nuts. If only she could wrap her arms and legs around the man! That would be some sort of relief.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" Matt humped away, pleasuring his huge cock inside her, rubbing his hard chest against her tits and nipples. Just when she thought she was going to black out from the intense sensations, her after-orgasm sensitivity began to wear off. Before Matt had thrust a half-dozen more times, her pussy had adjusted itself and tingled pleasantly again.
"Oh Matt!" she moaned. "Matt, oh darling!"
"You make me feel so good," he growled. "Oh shit!"
His eyes rolled back and his cock flexed hard. Before he could shoot, however, he yanked his cock out and scrambled up over Connie's tits, his cock clutched in his pumping hand. As his first spurt leaped at her, she opened her mouth, letting him stuff his quivering prick down her throat.
Connie glutted down the man's profuse load of cum. His prick throbbed in her mouth, swelling and contracting with each powerful spurt. Her lips and mouth tingled, as if his prickrod were electrified.
"Mmm, baaaby," he groaned, gazing down into her face, watching her suck his jism gushing cock.
She could feel his big hairy nuts contracting against her chin. Shivers ran through the man's cock and it flexed again and again, pumping slimy spunk straight down her throat. He pulled out finally, and laid his big wet prick on her face. It throbbed with aftershocks as she licked it from one end to the other and all around. She sucked the last of his jism out of his half-open pisshole. He raised up slightly so she could lick off his balls. When she finished cleaning his cock off with her tongue, she realized that she'd swallowed more than Matt's cum. She'd swallowed Slicker's dogcum as well.