David Crane: Hot for horses

Ralph moved to her and she lifted her trembling face. He kissed her on the lips – wondering, as he did so, if she might have been sucking the Dalmatian's cock since she last brushed her teeth, but too horny to let it bother him much. He ran his tongue across her parted lips, then pushed it into her mouth. Barbara began to suck on it. Her tongue snaked around, sliding over his, their tongues like two serpents mating in a hot, moist cavern. Ralph began to run his hands up her smooth flanks, to caress her ass and fondle her thighs. Even though the fuck was prearranged, he had an idea that, being a virgin, Barbara expected him to seduce her and to linger over the foreplay, and he was quite willing to do that.

It suited Barbara. She was eager to commence the fucking, certainly, but it suited her modest and bashful nature to pretend that she was slowly yielding to the man's persuasion, rather than giving her pussy willingly.

Still kissing, they sat on the couch.

She was afraid to touch him.

But Ralph took her hand and guided it to hi groin, and the moment she touched his iron hard prick, the girl grasped it possessively holding his cock by the stalk and thumbing him at the sensitive spt where the knob flarec out from the cockshaft.

They kissed passionately for a while, until they were both panting heavily into each other's mouth.

Then Ralph drew his lips from hers and lowered his head to her tits. He began to tongue those firm, thrusting tit mounds and lap up along the deep, soft cleavage, then he worked up to a stiff nipple and sucked it into his lips.

Barbara moaned, stroking the back of his head with her free hand, clinging to his cock with the other. Looking down from her tits, Ralph saw that her pink cunt lips were spread open, in a wide oval, and that her fuck slot was lathered with cunt juice. That pussy looked so lovely that he felt like sucking it for a while – but once again he wondered if her pussy might be full of dog-jism, and decided to forego the feast. He pushed her back along the couch. She arched her back and raised her knees, thighs parted. Ralph mounted her, taking his weight on his knees as he fitted the big slab of his cockhead into her burning fuck slot.

Ralph was pleased that he was being allowed to fuck the girl face to face, instead of doggy-style. It was good for his male ego. The head of his prick was in her pussy and the long stalk stood out between them and, as she felt her first human cock about to enter, the girl lost her shyness.

"Put it in!" she wailed. "Put it all in – fill my cunt with your big, stiff prick!" Ralph shoved the cockmeat in to the hilt. Barbara cried out with ecstasy and began to grind away wildly, even before the man could begin to fuck her. Although she had had plenty of Dalmatian cock up her, her cunt was still maidenly tight. The soft, wet cunt walls began to suck and drag on his cock.

Ralph cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her at a higher angle. Then he began to fuck the cockmeat into her hot pussy with long, rippling fuck-strokes.

Barbara wailed with every fuck-thrust. Clinging to his shoulders, she threw her thighs around him and her heels drummed on his corkscrewing ass in a carnal tattop. In and out flashed his fat prick, pumping pussy juice from her cunt as he stuffed her to the brim.

They fucked fast and furiously this first time. Both aroused to the heights, they did not linger over the preliminary fuck-strokes, but fucked with the gusto of wild animals.

When Barbara felt his cum shoot into her pussy, she gurgled with joy and her pussy melted in a foaming malestrom, dissolving around his thrusting, cum-spurting prick wtih rushing waves of fluid release.

Drained, Ralph drew his cock out of her cunt and rolled over onto his back, his prick swinging across his loins like a felled tree.

Hoping that the man proved to be as potent as the Dalmatian, Barbara moved over and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it back to rock-hard readiness.

Then she knelt and threw one knee across, straddling him as he lay panting on his back. This was a position in which it was not possible to fuck a dog, and the girl was eager to try it. She guided his prick-knob into her pussy and slowly settled down over it, feeding his cock balls-deep into her descending pussy.

She began to ride his prick.

Ralph humped up from the couch, meeting her as she slid down. Her big tits dangled over him and he grasped them in both hands, while she reached down behind her ass and got a handful of balls. Her smooth thighs tensed, lifting her cunt up along his tower of prick, then relaxed as she lowered herself onto his fucker again, taking his cock as far into her pussy as the long rod would reach, her pussy sucking on every precious inch, molding its pliable contours to his cockshaft.

They lasted longer, this time. And came all the greater for it.

When Ralph finally blew his cum-load up into her grinding body, he almost blasted her pussy right off the end of his cock. And when she felt the juice of his lust explode in the depths of her cunt, the oversexed ex-virgin cried out with bliss. Her own orgasm rushed through her pussy like a high voltage charge, wave after wave of sensation, flood after flood of cunt juice.

Fucking him wildly, Barbara emptied his cock and balls as she worked off her own joy to the simmering dregs.

She gazed fondly down at her first human lover, her blue eyes shining, her face radiant with satisfaction.

Barbara wanted him to know how good it had been.

"Oh, darling, it was wonderful," she whispered. "You fuck even better than a Dalmatian!" Ralph took it, as it was intended, for a compliment…

Arabelle had, for a long time, been fantasizing about fucking with a stallion.

Often times, when she was getting well fucked by the Irish wolfhound, sheclosed her eyes and pretended that the dog was a horse. She had been fucking dogs for so long now that it no longer seemed depraved or perverse to the lusty redhead and, without the thrill of degradation, dog-fucking had lost a great deal of its charm. But since she had never fucked a horse, she figured that – for the first few times, at least – she would experience the thrill of depravity that added so greatly to the physical sensations of her sex life.

She did wonder, however, what animal might next figure in her fantasies. Once she did get fucked by a stallion, and started to think of that as normal, she realized that she was going to have to stretch her lively imagination and her cunt in order to find new thrills. A bull, maybe? Or a buffalo, an elk, a moose? The girl had to smile wryly, with a touch of shame, as she imagined herself getting fucked by a rhinoceros and pretending it was a unicorn! Arabelle was not smiling now, however.

Her face was taut with passion – and her ass was bobbing up and down on the saddle as she rode the sturdy stallion away from the stables, heading into the misty hills.

She had wasted no time.

As soon as she arrived at the academy, and was shown to her room, she had made it known to the riding master that she was a fully qualified horsewoman, capable of handling any horse and not requiring accompaniment by a member of the staff when she rode. Then she had gone to the stables and studied the wide selection of riding stock, dismissing the mares and the geldings out of hand, of course. She finally selected a fine black stallion with a great deal of Arabian blood in his ancestry and a great deal of cock and balls between his legs.

The stallion was six years old, rather too young for a riding hack that had not been gelded, but reputedly of a docile nature. The brute had a flowing mane that rippled like the wings of a raven in flight, a long and luxurious tail like fluid ebony and wide, sturdy hindquarters and powerful shoulders. He also had an intelligent look in his eyes. Did the stallion know what she had in mind, as he turned those eyes upon her, and gently nickered? Arabelle would have liked to ride him bareback and feel those surging muscles move directly under her crotch. But she deemed it wise to have him saddled so that the staff did not become suspicious – for although she had grown casual about fucking her dog, which had begun to seem quite normal to her, the horny divorcee would have been mortified if anyone had guessed that she yearned to fuck a horse.