David Crane: Hot for horses

The academy was situated in gently rolling hills and pine forest, with plenty of secluded glens where a girl could have the privacy that she needed for her purposes.

Wearing jodhpurs and a hacking jcket, black shiny boots and a black riding cap, Arabelle rode out. She posted at the trot, rising and dipping in the saddle, while still in sight of the academy, but as soon as she was hidden in the contours of the low hills, she stopped using that gait and sat firmly in the arch of the saddle. She removed her boots from the stirrups and wrapped her long, muscular legs around the horse, knees and thighs gripping and her feet tucked in under his loins, massaging his prick.

She was delighted to feel that massive hunk of horse-cock begin to respond, hardening and swelling between her feet.

Out came the stallion's prick.

And out – and out! As the horny horsewoman felt that massive horse-prick continue to expand and harden, she began to tremble with wild anticipation – and also with the dread that his cock would prove too huge for her cunt.

She tilted in the saddle and looked under her mount, grasping as she saw his beautiful cock. His balls were swollen between his hind legs and his prick had extended out along his belly, the cocktip reaching to his powerful chest.

The head of the horse's cock was dark gray as it squeezed out from the jet-black sheath, and the cleft in that gray slab was parted and already starting to bubble with cum.

Her pussy started to flood at the sight and her tongue began to tingle at such a mouthwatering sight.

Clamping her heels and insteps against the horse's cock, the woman began to stroke his prick up and down as she shifted in the saddle, massaging his prick between her boots so that, by the time they had reached a suitable spot to stop and linger, the stallion's cock was fully erect and as hard as a pillar of stone.

Arabelle dismounted in a shady glade, with a swift stream gurgling past and a fallen tree trunk providing a platform that looked useful for her purposes. She dropped the reins.

The horse, well trained, stood where he was, but even had he not been well trained, an animal with a hard-on was not about to bolt from such an opportunity. He stood, slightly lathered from the run, watching her with shining eyes.

Arabelle began to take her clothing off. She piled the riding clothes neatly on the grass. After she had removed her riding pants, she put her boots back on. Somehow, it seemed only proper that when a woman was getting fucked by a horse, she should be wearing boots.

The horse whinnied softly, hopefully. Arabelle stroked his muzzle and finely arched neck.

Then she knelt down beside the horse. The heat from his swollen cock wafted out from under him, as if she had been looking into an open furnace. She watched the huge slab of his cock-knob flare and throb. She reached under with one hand, palm up, and hefted his bloated balls, thinking about the vast abundance of hot horse-cum that those mighty balls must hold. Then she fingered his dark-gray cockhead. It was like a lump of iron sheathed in rubber, smooth and slippery and hot. From the parted cleft, a trickle of frothy slime bubbled out. The huge prick pulsed like a pump. Arabelle began to drool. She intended to fuck the stallion, if she could manage it, not to suck his cock – but as she stared at his delicious-looking prick, she simply had to have a taste of horse-cock. She sat down, her bare ass in the grass and her knees raised, squirming under the animal.

The horse trembled and pawed the earth with one hoof. Arabelle's flushed face was direclty in front of the head of his prick, only inches from it. She blew on the meaty slab and watched it pulse. She could look right into the parted cleft and see milky spunk gathered up just inside it. She took his cock between her hands, not quite able to span the cockshaft where she gripped it, just behind the bloated knob. She stroked his prick up and down slowly, watching his cockhead flare as she jacked off the horse.

She moaned with hunger.

Her hot tongue pushed out and she took a lick, gathering up a mass of slime from the horse's steaming cock meat. She savored the slippery spunk on her taste buds and whimpered with pure pleasure. She licked again, then began to tongue the beast's cockhead thoroughly, laving and lapping all over the massive slab of dark-grey prickmeat. She pushed her tongue right into his cleft, stabbing in and out.

The horse had begun to quiver violently.

He humped, pushing his cockhead into her face.

Arabelle opened her mouth as wide as she could, her lower jaw dropping almost to her breastbone, but to her frustration, she could not fit that gigantic hunk of cockhead into her mouth.

Again, she worried that the horse-cock might not fit up her cunt.

But for the moment, the randy woman was so enjoying tonguing the tasty horse-prick that she was in no hurry to try fucking the stallion. Her wide-open lips sucked and her nimble tongue laved. A stream of pre-cum ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. Another hot flow poured into her mouth and down her gullet. The stuff was so delicious that Arabelle decided she wanted more – that she wanted to drink the stallion's cum-load when he shot – the first time.

If that massive prick would not fit up her cunt, at least she would have the pleasure of swallowing his cum.

Holding her open mouth clamped to the cleft of his cockhead, she began frigging his stalk up and down between her hands. The meaty wedge flared in her face. The horse's haunches moved, rippling, as he fucked through her moving hands, his prick-knob bumping gently against her mouth. Her hands skimmed faster as she yearned for his hot cum-load. Her lips were almost turned inside out as she mouthed as much of that mighty cockhead as she could, while her tongue slurped on the dripping cocktip.

The horse snorted and stamped.

Arabelle felt his cock swell between her hands as the thick cum came rushing up it.

She whimpered with joy, waiting for the load of horse-cum.

Then the stallion shot his wad in a tidal wave, the thick cum spurting into Arabelle's mouth with such force that her head was tilted back as the milky geyser hosed her throat. She swallowed, gulping jism down, and forced her head back onto his cock-knob as his second spurt of cum burst out.

The horse emptied his cock and balls in half a dozen mighty spurts, and the horny horsewoman swallowed his jizz down with glee.

When the stallion finally stopped coming, she used her nimble tongue to gather up the residue of cum from his prick-knob and from her chin. She cupped her tits and lifted them to her face, lapping up thick drops of the stuff from her smooth tit mounds. Then she tongued his tasty cockhead again, polishing it to a luster, replacing his spunk with her saliva. She had adored drinking the stallion's cum. Now she longed to have her cunt full of the precious stuff.

And the mighty stallion's prick was still rock hard.

It was time for the hot redhead to get fucked by a stallion…

Although Melanie had not minded sharing the Dalmatian with Barbara – had enjoyed it, in fact – she was not feeling so generous when it came to the wolfhound, for which she had been lusting for so long. She wanted the huge brute all to herself – every inch of his prick as long as it stayed hard and every drop of his hot jism. When the two girls got back to the apartment with Hercules, she was hoping that Barbara would decide to go on home.

But Barbara, flushed with the thrill of her first human fucking, waited in the hall as Melanie unlocked her door, then entered Melanie's apartment along with Hercules.

Melanie, because of her own dog-fucking inclinations, assumed that the blonde expected a share of the wolfhound's cock.