Paul Gable - Horse-loving niece

Her fingers lingered at his balls for a while, gathering up the leathery flesh, caressing them while she moved even closer to the beast. Thunder's tail stopped wagging from side to side. It stayed half poised, his hindquarters spread as if he were going to take a dump. But Janice knew better. Even from this short period of time she'd been with the horse she knew better. He was inviting her to go further, to touch him all over, perhaps to do something more.

The woman's mind was spinning as she moved her fingers down, down the tiny ridge of flesh that separated his balls from the base of his cock. There she stopped, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. It had grown to such a big size! Peering down, Janice could see the shiny black prickhead peeking out from the leathery foreskin. How much different this was than a man's cock, even a dog's cock! Shaking her head, moving her hand down to his prick, Janice slowly traced her fingertips along the hot, jerking cock. How her pussy burned! How the heat made her elastic cunt-lips curl over one another, shudder while her cunt muscles tensed and ached, begging to be touched. Sighing again, Janice dropped one hand to her pussy, stroking the lips open, peeling them back and working two fingers in and out of her soppy cunthole while keeping one knuckle constantly against her clit. More whirls of bright colors exploded in front of her eyes as she felt the massive cock begin to grow hotter and hotter in her hand, jerking between her slender fingers.

"My God, I'm… I'm doing it. I'm really doing it," she whispered.

Thunder neighed again. Janice felt her knees getting weaker. Letting out a soft cry, she slipped a third finger into her cunthole, the nails scraping the slick folds and hollows of her pussy while her other hand continued to stroke Thunder's prick. She moved her palm flatly over the bottom of the stallion's cock, pushing it down until her fingertips were brushing over the slick head.

"Oh God, God…"

Closing her eyes, Janice shivered, a series of spasms racing through her overheated cunt. Her tits swung out, brushing up and down against the stallion's sides. How good it was, feeling her nipples touching that warm, firm surface. She could have stayed like this all evening, stroking the big horse, touching him all over while resting her body against his. But that hot, tight achy feeling between her legs drove her on. She wanted more sensation, more of the big horse.

"Oh easy, Thunder. I'm not… uhhh… not going to hurt you," she panted.

It was just like touching a man, just like jacking him off. She moved her hands up and down, feeling the leathery foreskin gathering in her fingers, then tightening as more prickmeat slipped from the sheath. Looking up, Janice saw those beautiful brown eyes seem to grow wider as they stared at her. What was he thinking? What did he think about her, about what she was doing? She shivered, wondering if the animal could think at all, or was he simply responding to a purely physical action?

She wanted more, something more than simply jacking off the horse! She shook her head violently from side to side, wondering about what she was thinking of, about what she was going to do. Lust churned through her belly and rushed through every fiber of her body. How she wanted to touch herself all over, have the big animal somehow touch her all over!

"My God… oh my dear God!"

Janice pulled her cunt-lips farther back, exposing the tiny pulsing lump of pink flesh. She began flailing her clit faster and faster, her fingers worked faster an faster, in and out of her fuckhole. Many times men had fucked her, fucking their cocks so fast that the headboard of her bed slammed against the rear wall. And then there was Chad, that lovely German Shepherd still in the house. How it had felt when he finally mounted her, fucking that knobby thing in and out of her pussy.

Her mind was going, frying under the rising excitement of jacking off this horse. Her belly tightened while her hips twisted shamelessly. Janice could feel her cunt-lips rubbing against one another from her movements. The excitement was there, at a keen pitch. But still she wanted more, more, more!

"My… ohhhh yes, fuck…"

Even as she pinched her clit terribly, guilty thoughts rose in her mind. Was it possible for the horse to fuck that cock in her? Even just a little bit? She had been fucked by a dog already. The boundary had been crossed, the barrier broken. What was the difference?

It was unbelievable. Janice found herself dropping down to the floor, her head bending forward, her tongue out. She touched his ass gently, gingerly with the tip of her tongue. There was no foul taste, no sudden spasm of revulsion in her belly. Letting out another shuddering sigh, the woman worked her way down to the leather black sac dangling from between Thunder's hindquarters. At the same time she worked her fingers faster and faster over the big stud's prick. He was growing really nervous now, stomping his forelegs, swishing his tail frantically from side to side.

Janice stopped for a moment, a helpless victim trapped in her own vortex of lust. She pinched and plucked at her clit while her asscheeks tightened and separated. She was on the brink of orgasm, teetering on the line of climax! While she twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, she stuck her fingers deeper in her pussy. How she gasped and sobbed, feeling that orgasm getting closer and closer. She was fluttering her tongue now, reaching the base of his prick, tasting, feeling the incredible warmth of that big cook.

There was some movement outside the woman didn't hear. There was, in fact, little she could have heard at this point. Her knees bent a little more, her tongue trailing down the sensitive back of Thunder's black cock. She could smell stale piss and shit and still the woman went crazy, licking her tongue up and down that big black prick, her lips now nibbling the leathery flesh. She would have given anything at this point to have that cock fucking in and out of her! How she would have loved to have his prick spreading apart her itchy cunt walls, the fat black cockhead drilling down into her body until she exploded into thousands of brightly colored pieces!

"I… I can't… ohhhhh!"

Janice came with the fury of a firestorm or a volcano. She was halfway down on the prick, her lips sucking hard at the flesh, her fingers working that tough foreskin back and forth over the steely inner core of the horse's prick. An explosion burst over her thighs, her rump dancing and jiggling, her firm plump asscheeks slapping together. Cum, cum! And now the animal was cumming!

Janice could feel it, actually feel the horse's jizz flushing through his cock, spraying out of the end. It was like holding the garden hose! Her fingers tightened around the big cock as she held his prick firmly in her hands, directing the hot spray of cum onto a spot between the animal's legs, occasionally licking from the stream. The two of them cumming together, cumming like this! It was something too unreal, too obscene to be true!

And yet it was true. Janice stayed there for several more moments, gathering her strength, feeling her wits return to her. She'd done it! She'd actually done it. Perhaps she had worked the perversity out of her system, perhaps she would have no more perverted desires to rush out of the house and see the animal, touch him like this.

Janice backed away, bent down and picked up her gown. It was covered with hay. She shook out the stubble, slipping it over her shoulders, then stepping quietly from the stall. Her legs were still shaky from the recent sexual bout. Drawing the silky material together, feeling it caress her still sensitive nipples, Janice cast one last look at the big animal. He had pushed his head over the stall front and was staring at her, his pointed ears twisted around toward her while those black rubbery lips worked over his teeth.