Now that Susan and I finally had it together there was the problem of Ernie. Eventually he would return from Alaska and would want to know why she was living with me. Any confrontation promised to be an ugly one.
We had to get away. But how? The bank account on which I'd been drawing was almost depleted. I had to get some money, and quickly, or the dream world in which my daughter and I were living would come crashing down around us.
"We're in trouble," I admitted to Susan. "We're broke, and your father might return to the city at any time. He might let me have some money so I won't make trouble about the terms of the divorce, but not without insisting that you go back to school."
"No way," Susan firmly replied.
"Then we're going to have to do some brain-storming," I said. "Reality is closing in on us." We both sat and thought in silence. My mind kept coming up a blank. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself depending more and more on Susan's youthful imagination to spark an idea that might save us.
It didn't look good; though. She was slumped listlessly in her chair, as though crushed by the weight of our dilemma.
Then, without warning, she bolted upright. I could practically see a bulb lighting up above her head.
"What is it, sweetheart?" I anxiously asked.
"Sell the house," she declared.
Of course, why hadn't I thought of it myself? I'd always hated the place. And since it was still in my name there was nothing to stop me from unloading it and taking the money and running.
"Okay, I'll do it," I agreed. "The only question is where will we go after we leave here."
"The country," Susan firmly told me. "That's where it's at, Mom. With the money you get from the house, you can buy us a farm. Nobody will bother us out there in the boonies."
Naturally I agreed. Now that I'd seen the light, Susan's idea seemed like a description of heaven on earth.
The house sold quickly. As a matter of fact, I made a hefty profit over what Ernie had originally paid for it.
Susan and I found ten secluded acres in the back country, and settled down there with nobody around us but our animals. We had pigs, a goat, chickens, a big German shepherd named Brute, and a palomino pony named Firestreak.
At last we were as close as a mother and daughter should be on a full-time basis. Every night when we crawled into our big double bed together, I thanked my lucky stars that things seemed to be working out so well.
During the weeks before school started, we were together constantly. Everytime we made love-even if it was the third or fourth time in a day-was better than the last. I couldn't imagine how I had ever lived my life any differently.
Then the leaves started to change their color and fall from the trees.
"I'm taking Firestreak into the village," Susan said to me one morning as I caressed her naked body, thinking we might make love before we got out of bed to face the day.
"What for?" I replied with surprise.
"Have to," she said, swinging up from bed, and greatly disappointing me as she went for her clothes. "I've got to get some school supplies."
"Oh… that."
"I'm not crazy about the idea, either," she said, "but I don't see where there's any choice. If I don't show up at school, before you know it the Child Welfare will be poking around. And considering our life-style, Mother, I don't think we can afford that."
There was no way I could logically argue with her, of course. Susan had hit the nail right on the head.
Once Susan was away at school everyday, I soon learned that living on a farm can definitely have its drawbacks. On some days, without my beloved daughter's companionship, it seemed like the most isolated place in the world.
I was so horny most of the time while Susan was gone that I even resumed my old habit of masturbation. However, it did no lasting good. Even fucking myself with big, thick cucumbers failed to quench my perpetual lust.
Eventually I began taking long walks to help work off my tension. We owned plenty of land, so I decided to explore it. To keep me company, Brute, our German shepherd, followed along beside me.
Together Brute and I discovered a lot of interesting places. Even though it was fall, the weather was still reasonably warm.
"Gosh, Brute," I wistfully sighed more than once to my handsome dog, "I wish you were Susan. Then this really could be perfect."
He was an intelligent dog, and it was clear he could understand that I missed my little girl.
One afternoon we found ourselves in a meadow that was still green despite the season. It seemed like a postcard of the summer I had just experienced. Uncontrollably I started sobbing: from joy because of all the pleasure the summer had brought me; in sadness because it was now over.
Seeing that I was in emotional distress, Brute stood up on his hindlegs and tried to distract me. When I continued to cry, he began licking the salty tears away from my face with his rough but gentle tongue, and wagging his bushy tail.
"What a good boy you are," I said. "I guess I shouldn't be too upset as long as I have a loyal friend like you."
This sent his tail swishing harder.
"Let's lie down in the meadow and enjoy the scenery," I suggested, feeling much better as a result of his concern. "It really is a beautiful day."
Soon we were out in the middle of the meadow and the tall grass was springing up all around us as we reclined.
"Who knows how long the weather will be this good," I said. "Might as well get some sun as long as it's available."
With Brute looking on with more than passing interest, I quickly removed the jeans and sweatshirt that I was wearing and stretched nude across the grass.
The sun warmed my tits, belly and crotch. Automatically I spread my legs to get more between my thighs.
Basking, I closed my eyes and started to take a nap. In a few moments I was dreaming and all my troubles were temporarily gone.
Then, I felt something.
Someone was eating my box.
"Oh, suck me… suck me," I moaned in my dream. "Make me come."
That was precisely what happened when my dream lover inserted several inches of thick tongue into my spasming crack.
"Mmmmmmm," I murmured, "your tongue is wonderful. So big and long and rough. Who are you? Do I know you?"
"Woof!"
"What's that?"
"Woof! Woof!"
All of a sudden I bolted from the horizontal to the vertical. I wasn't dreaming unless the dream included the same meadow in which I was actually lying…
Not to mention Brute.
The big German shepherd had his snout buried in my crotch. "Woof!" he barked again.
He was eating my pussy. And it was no dream.
"Oh my God!" I cried out. However, it was not a cry of alarm.
"Oh my God!" I said again, only this time I moaned it. What the dog's tongue was doing to my cunt was even more exciting in real life than it had been when I'd thought I was dreaming it.
Now for the first time I looked past the animal's shaggy head.
Yes, Brute's cock was hard as a rock!
"Oh, Brute," I sighed, "your prick is so big. I never knew you could… could get it up like that."
Hunching over from my sitting-up position, I reached down either side of his hairy ribs and automatically grabbed his stiff dick. It throbbed in my fingers like his heart was stuck in his balls.
Back and forth I began stroking, jacking Brute off while he continued to lick my twat with his tongue. Already I was beginning to think about shifting positions so he could actually fuck me.
However, before I could make the maneuver, my design was short-circuited. Brute's hard-on jumped in my hands and the knobby tip abruptly erupted. I had beat his meat too vigorously and he was coming in a sticky torrent.
Dog-cum drenched my bare tits, dripping from the tips of my erect nipples. A thick rivulet passed between my breasts and dribbled down my tummy until it filled my navel and whitely blotched the dark bloom of my pubic bush.
I stood up and walked away, trying to calm myself down by taking a series of deep breaths. Anxiety was torturing me because I was afraid I'd blown it by milking Brute's nuts too soon. His dick was probably as limp as a noodle.
Finally I could stand the suspense no longer, and I whirled around to face my canine lover. To my delighted astonishment, his cock was as long and hard as ever, even as it still dripped with the last of the cum it had just spurted.
And Brute was wagging his tail as incessantly as ever, "I'm ready to fuck you," he seemed to be saying with his subsequent chorus of barks.
Powered by some animalistic impulse raging within me, I got down on all fours. Yes, I was behaving just like a bitch in heat. I could even smell my randy, barn-yard scent.
"Fuck me, Brute, fuck me!"
Jumping on my back, the huge dog sank his claws into my bare skin and took hold. Then, powered by his sinewy flanks, he slammed his furry pelvis against my wide-open butt. His sword-like cock had nowhere to cut except right into the gaping wound of my cunt.
Suddenly my fuck-hole was filled with several inches of thick dog-prick and I loved it. My hips began to move as though they were operated by an internal motor.
Farther and farther Brute penetrated until he had it all the way in. I could feel his fuzzy balls tickling maddeningly against my labia. He was fucking me to the hilt!
Once he had proved he could hump me all the way, Brute set to work pistoning the full extent of his cock back and forth in my tight cunt. The friction produced by his long strokes drove me wild.
"Faster, Brute, faster!" I implored. "Fuck me faster and faster!"
His hard-on increasingly resembled a jackhammer as he tried to keep up with my demands. My twat was being pulverized.
My orgasms were coming so rapidly that it wasn't long before they all blurred into one enormous, continuous release. I couldn't help but wonder if the bitches of his own species felt this way.
The only elements now missing was having my pussy swamped with jizz. A cuntful of creamy dog-juice would be the frosting on the cake.
"Come in me, Brute!" I screamed. "Stop holding back and fill my cunt with cum!"
Brute barked savagely. He sounded like he was on the verge of going for someone's jugular vein. However, I just attributed his fury to his ejaculation. The pressure in his balls had to be excruciating.
But when the barking didn't stop, and no flood of hot cum accompanied it, I realized that something was wrong. Perhaps we were not alone as I'd thought.
Looking up, I focused my eyes. For the first time in several minutes I concentrated on my surroundings.
Grass was parting about a hundred yards in the distance. Actually I could hear it more than I could see it, but it was definitely happening.
Somebody was coming. Brute had been warning me.
Now, with his stiff cock still cemented within my cunt, the big dog turned mean. Growling and snapping, he was psyching himself up to attack whoever was intruding on us.
Then, when he tried to get free of me, he couldn't. A dog's hard-on has a sort of mechanism on it to keep it inside a bitch's fuck-hole when he's screwing. Nature wants to make sure all the jizz gets to the female's ovaries, so a knotty lump automatically rises about a third of the way down the male's tool. It keeps him locked in place in order to assure conception.
This canine phenomenon was happening right now to Brute. The more he tried to struggle free of my pussy, the greater the pressure was against his cock. In trying to end our love making to respond to the danger, he was increasing our fucking motion.
And, meanwhile, the intruder was drawing nearer and nearer. At this rate, whoever it was would come into view just at about the moment Brute couldn't hold back any longer. There'd probably be a witness at the peak of my degradation, with an animal's fresh spunk overflowing from my snatch and dribbling down my legs.
Now the sounds were so close I could make them out. The most noticeable one was a clomp, clomp, clomp.
But if it was a horse, who was the rider? The only person I knew with a horse was Susan, and she was still supposed to be in school.
Or was she?
Suddenly I noticed the position of the sun. To my surprise it was blazing in the Western part of the sky. It was much later in the afternoon than I had calculated. School was out.
Brute's growling abruptly stopped. Apparently he was satisfied that we weren't in danger. Brute's tail began to wag.
"Brute, is that you?" came a familiar voice.
I looked up just in time to see Susan leading Firestreak through the parting green wave of the meadow. She was as naked as a jaybird. I didn't have time to wonder why.
Frantic about my daughter finding me in such a degrading situation, I struggled to get free of Brute's lancing cock. However, his hard-on was trapped in my cunt, and throbbing more intensely by the second.
All of a sudden there was a pelvic lurch from Brute. His huge dick actually expanded an extra inch up my snatch and I knew I had lost the struggle. My daughter would soon come upon me with the humiliation of fresh dog-cum washing down my thighs.
"Brute!" Susan called again, and then she was upon us.
Just at this point, the head of Brute's cock exploded, fragmenting into a million liquid chunks. He was coming like a firehose inside my pussy.
"Oh my God!" Susan shrieked when she saw us. However, contrary to my expectations, there was no anger or disgust in her voice. In fact, in a moment she was laughing.
"S-Susan," I stammered. "I… I can explain everything."
"Wow, here we come looking for a nice, secluded spot in the meadow to get it on, Firestreak, and run into Mom beating us to it with old Brute."
"What?" I blurted incredulously, unable to believe my ears.
"Why do you think I'm not wearing any clothes?" Susan turned her attention to me. "Firestreak loves to fuck me after school. And I love getting it from his great, big cock."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, hurt that she had kept something from me.
"Believe it or not," she chuckled, "I thought you wouldn't understand. But, tell me Mother, how come you didn't tell me about Brute?"
"It's the first time," I answered defensively. "We went for a walk and it just happened."
"If you say so, Mom," Susan smiled indulgently. "But you don't have to be uptight about it with me."
"Are you really-really going to fuck your horse?" Somehow I knew this afternoon in the meadow was far from over.
"Sure," she replied without batting an eyelash. "Want to watch?"
I dumbly nodded my head. Although I was aghast, I realized there was no turning back. If having sex with her palomino pony was part of my beloved daughter's life, then I'd just have to accept it. I certainly didn't want her thinking it was dirty and going behind my back.
"Mom, I'm so glad you approve," Susan smiled warmly, as she came over to Brute and me and took a good look at his cock engorging my leaking pussy. "Mmmmm, looks like you had a pretty good time yourself."
"Yes… it felt pretty good in the middle of a lonely afternoon," I forced myself to admit. "The only problem is that it's impossible to get loose. Brute's prick is like a big hook inside my pussy."
"Don't worry, Mom, I'll pull you apart," Susan said, gripping Brute from the rear. "Then you can sit on Firestreak with your wet cunt and ride him bareback while he's fucking me. I've always had this fantasy that you're there with me when he's doing it to me."
This charming admission melted the last of my resistance. Already I could imagine my slick twat sliding erotically over Firestreak's golden fleece. Bucking up and down while he fucked my daughter.
"Hurry up and get me loose, Susan," I gushed enthusiastically. "I can't wait to get started."
Placing the sole of her foot against my ass for power, Susan pulled the dog from my loins. Brute's knotted cock didn't come out without a struggle, however, and when it finally left my cunt it was with a loud, wet plop.
Getting off the ground, I immediately climbed aboard Firestreak. His palomino coat was lathered with sweat and it felt damp and warm and good when I spread the bare cheeks of my ass across his broad back.
Down below, Susan was preparing her pet pony for the fuck. Handling his big red cock without the slightest bit of self-consciousness, she lubricated it with her lips and tongue. Soon the crimson organ was as stiff as a board and glistening with her spit.
"Mmmmmm, you're ready, aren't you, Firestreak?" my daughter cooed to the snorting horse. "Ready to stick your big prick in my tight pussy and fuck me until we both come?"
Letting go of his throbbing tool, Susan dropped to her knees under Firestreak's belly. Then her shapely ass stuck straight up in the air. When she spread her buns, her rear-opening twat was only inches from the head of the beast's cock.
Sitting atop Firestreak, I reacted instinctively. Gouging my heels into the horse's ribs like a cowboy wearing spurs, I urged him forward.
Firestreak slammed his stallion's hard-on on a straight line toward Susan's gaping pussy.
"Oooooooohhh!" my little girl moaned loudly, as the horse's immense cock traveled inch after inch within her.
After Firestreak's initial penetration had buried about half his prick in Susan's cunt, she took the initiative to enclose the rest. Wriggling her ass in a rolling, rocking rhythm of stark sensuality, she gradually drew up backward against the animal's loins, By the time the physical limitations of her fourteen-year-old body forced her to stop, Susan had nearly three-quarters of the stallion's gargantuan male hood stuffed up her tight fuckhole.
Now that both were satisfied with the depth of the insertion, Susan and Firestreak got down to the business of serious screwing. It was apparent from the first lurch of his flanks, and her delighted squeal, that they were very practiced at this.
Perched on the sweaty back of the pony, I bounced up and down, going up in the air higher and landing harder the faster and more furiously he fucked my daughter. Everytime my bare butt struck his back, my pussy loudly squished out juice. It was like sliding around on a freshly shampooed shag carpet.
"I love it," Susan was raspily sighing. "Looooove it! It feels so fucking goooood!"
Well, it certainly looked good. I wished it were me getting it in the tail from this big, strong stud. I was sure I'd have my chances, though.
Then the bucking stopped. Now Firestreak concentrated on making the deepest penetration he could. Obviously he was getting ready to shoot his load.
He whinnied excitedly, and then let go. The orgasm was so intense on an animal this size that I could actually feel the vibrations from his sudden ejaculation.
God, if the impact was this intense second-hand, what must Susan be going through?
The answer, of course, was ecstasy. Sheer ecstasy. My daughter was screaming with joy.
At once I had an inspiration. Sliding from Firestreak's slick back, I dropped to the ground. There I quickly launched an oral attack on the union of horse cock and teenage pussy.
Since the cum was streaming in excess from the side of Susan's prick-stretched slit, I was able to swallow mouthful after mouthful of the wonderful stuff. It was sweeter and hotter than anything I'd ever tasted-even better than Brute's splendid German shepherd jizz.
Then, when Firestreak's prick finally pulled out of Susan's cunt, I licked it. It was covered with its own succulent discharge.
Finally I had lapped the horse-cock squeaky clean and was thinking of new fields to conquer. With my last mouthful of jism, I turned around and fell on top of my now-reclining daughter. Kissing her deeply, I transferred the wad of animal cum from my mouth to hers, forcing it down her throat with my ram-rodding tongue.
Our embrace lingered and lingered. Eventually Firestreak and Brute joined in, licking our naked bodies with their long raspy tongues while Susan and I made incestuous love.
"If you want to borrow Firestreak sometime, Mom, it's all right with me," Susan offered.
"Well, now that you mention it," I replied, "I was thinking about giving you a ride in the car to school tomorrow."