Paul Gable - Horse-loving niece

"Yesss… oh yes, go for it… oh, Chad, touch me… ohhhhhhh!"

The dog pawed at her thighs as if he were frustrated, as if he somehow wanted to get deeper into her cunt. And then he began licking her all over, slopping his tongue over her tits, washing down her nipples with his spit, then moving down and trailing his tongue over her shoulders, her throat, her belly. In moments, Janice found herself covered with hot doggie spit. And she loved it! How her mind reeled with the knowledge that the animal had licked her belly, her tits, her arms. And Chad was whining through his nose, plowing his head between her soft thighs and driving his tongue back into cunthole.

"God!"

Chad's tongue. It was forcing her cunt-lips wide apart, actually fucking back and forth. He was rolling and licking his tongue around her swollen cunt-meat. When she felt her pussy muscles starting to tighten and convulse, Janice went crazy. She twisted her body around, kicking her toes against the sofa frame, bucking her body up and down, wanting to feel that prick, that wonderful knobby prick fucking in and out of her body.

"Uhhhhhhh…"

Janice pranced her ass around in frantic circles, then jerked up and down to increase the friction the dog was bringing to her cunt. When he raked up across her clit again, the brunette cried out, jerking her hands out once more and hugging his head hard. Had a man ever made her feel like this with his mouth? Oh yes, with his cock. But never with his mouth or tongue!

"God!" she gasped.

Again Janice wanted Chad to lick her everywhere at once. Gasping for air, the woman tilted her ass one way, then rocked it the other. She raised one leg back as far as she could to open new hollows and folds to his hungry mouth. The German Shepherd growled with satisfaction once more, digging at her thighs with both paws. Then he burrowed his snout into the seething mess of her cunt.

"You bastard… son-of-a-bitch!"

She was crying out filthy, horrible words as she felt her cunt explode with orgasm.

"Uhhhghhghhhhh…"

Janice was cumming, cumming fast and hard. She wanted to slow him down, wanted to make this last as long as she could. But her willpower was a frayed thread that snapped somehow against that spitty friction. Letting go, Janice fell back and pranced her ass up and down with the ecstatic tickle that built to a sharp peak. It seemed to choke off her breathing. Explosive spasms tore through her body, driving out all thought and sensation except that of her mindless cum.

Even when she tried snapping her thighs to him, Chad whined and nosed around her. His humping made her go more insane with delight, jerking and twisting like a woman being electrocuted.

"Nooooo!"

It was a miracle her cries hadn't attracted attention. Chad was still crouching over her, licking, jerking his hindquarters until that long knobby cock slipped all the way from his sheath. Coming out of her climax, Janice looked around and saw the animal was rubbing his doggie cock against her leg. She let out a cry and petted his neck, letting him hunch against her until she felt the hot, stringy spurts of cum shoot out.

Chad was barking and whining, his big powerful body trembling against hers while more and more of his jizz spattered against her. How she wanted to hold him tightly to her as he kept firing his load out of those small furry balls!

And then it was over. The big German Shepherd barked and pulled away, loping over to the corner and curling up to lick himself.

"My God… what have I done?" Janice wondered out loud, rolling completely onto her back and staring up at the ceiling. She felt her heartbeat return to normal, her breathing become more even, deeper. A warm, comforting glow spread over her body, a glow she'd experienced several times before with human lovers. Of course, this was no different, not really. The end result had been the same. Lightly she traced fingertips over her belly, stopping the moment they touched a glob of the animal's jizz. She stopped, feeling a shudder course through her body. Was it revulsion, or something else?

She would think of that later when she had time. Glancing at the clock over the mantel, Janice could see she and Chad had been romping around for nearly an hour. God only knew when her sister would come home. And if she were to see this… well, it would probably end the poor dear's life.

"And don't you say anything," Janice said, getting up and pointing a warning finger at the licking dog. Chad looked up, sniffed through his nose, then went back to his cock lapping. The brunette gathered up her clothes and padded upstairs, wondering as she went along where on earth Chad had learned to do that little trick so expertly. Was it natural, or had he had practice? And with whom?

"What a nice horse!" Janice said.

Hank looked down at the ground, smoothing his fingers over the sides of the big black stallion. The animal snorted uneasily, his long tail flicking from side to side while he rolled his big brown eyes and stared first at Hank, then at Janice.

It was nearly six in the evening that same day. Linda had returned from her short shopping spree in town and was readying herself for her date with Hank. Janice had showered and rested for a while, thinking of her reaction with Chad and wondering once more about the dog. How had he known she was excited? And where had he gotten all that experience? Janice couldn't shake that idea from her head. He just knew too much about a woman's body, it seemed, for that to have been a first time!

"Yes, ma'am, one of the best around the ranch here. I ride it myself," Hank said, patting the big buck on the sides.

Janice had roused herself when Linda began banging around the house, nervously dressing for the dance that evening. Strolling across the yard, the brunette had noticed some movement in the barn and had walked over, curious to see what was going on. There she came across Hank who was brushing down the big animal now pawing nervously in front of her.

"I used to do some riding myself a long time ago," Janice said wistfully, stretching out one hand and gently patting the big horse on the head.

"His name's Thunder, ma'am."

"Thunder," Janice repeated quietly, smoothing her fingers over his long head, feeling his heavy breath panting against her forearm. There had always been something about horses that attracted her. When she was small, Janice enjoyed riding on them whenever her father took her and Linda to Griffith Park in Los Angeles. Linda was always afraid and got off as soon as she dared. But not Janice. She loved feeling that movement between her legs, the subtle rub of the horse's flesh against hers, the ripple of his muscles as he walked or trotted along the winding paths in the city park. When she was older she had had her first orgasm on a horse. It must have been the way he moved or the way she was sitting. Janice was never certain about all that and always felt a little guilty, a little ashamed for having felt such a powerful feeling with an animal. And yet there it was. And today?

She shook her head. Janice didn't like where this train of thought was taking her. She would think about it later when her head was clearer, when she had had some rest to calm her buzzing brain.

"Nice, Thunder, nice…"

"I'm through with Thunder in here, ma'am, gotta get ready for… for the dance," Hank said uneasily, afraid to use the word date in front of Janice.

The brunette smiled at his uneasiness, nodding and still stroking the big animal's head.

"You go along, Hank. I'll close up here. I'm used to horses, like I said, and Thunder and I get along fine."

Hank looked relieved that Janice was letting him go.

"Thanks, ma'am. Gotta wash up and change… get outta these duds," he said, looking down and brushing off the dirt and straw clinging to his Levi's.