David Crane - Horse-loving farm wives

"My God!" Claire whispered.

"You aren't disgusted, are you?" Molly asked.

"Christ, no! It's exciting. But…"

"And, Claire… the dog is still here. He's got a soft cock at the moment, but that can be changed."

Claire was so thrilled by what Molly was saying that she forgot all about the fact that Mike was listening in… although she sure hadn't forgotten that his big prick was jolting up her cunt. She was panting, both from Mike's cock and from Molly's words.

Mike slammed his cock in to the roots, clinging to Claire's upthrust ass and leaning over her shoulder. His mouth hung open in amazement and lust glazed his eyes.

"Why don't you come over, Claire," Molly was saying. "You can suck the dog's cum out of my cunt. We can fool around with the dog, and then we can eat each other out, like we did this morning…"

Mike gasped as he heard that. Claire moaned, horrified that her lesbian activities had been revealed to Mike, but far too fascinated to put the phone down.

"How about it?" Molly asked eagerly.

"I… I'll come over in… in half an hour," Claire said.

"Okay… I'll keep my pussy hot for you, honey," said Molly. "And I'll see if I can get the dog's cock stiff again, while I wait."

Claire, not knowing what on earth to say, simply said, "Good bye," and hung up the phone. She looked back over her shoulder and found Mike leering at her like a fiend.

"So you suck cunt, too, eh?" he rasped.

Claire blushed. "Only once," she said feebly.

"And you're gonna fuck a Goddamn dog!"

"I… I don't know."

Claire was mortified at having her naughtiness exposed. But then she felt Mike's prick expand and realized that the man was thrilled by what he had overheard. It felt so wonderful to have his cock swelling up inside her that way that she said, "I might, Mike." She was rewarded by having his prick swell even more.

"God, fuck the ass off me!" Claire wailed.

Mike grunted and his ass corkscrewed as he ground his cockmeat up into her cunt with a savage thrust.

Claire slammed back to meet him, jamming her smoldering cunt tunnel onto his huge prick.

"Fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" She repeated the word each time Mike plowed into her, both urging him to do what he was doing and describing it.

Mike was growling, "Cuntsucker! Cocksucker! Cum-drinker! Dog-fucker!" But he was not insulting her with the words, he was fascinated by the woman's depravity, voicing the terms as if to make them believable, to verify the lustful truth of her behavior.

They were fucking with vim and vigor, both of them hornier than they had ever been before, inspired by the revelations of that fateful phone-call. Her hips pumped like pistons and her juicy ass ground around wildly under his belly. His cock went in and out furiously, pumping pussy-juice out of her stuffed cunt. His belly and balls were soaking with her juices and her groin was awash with the lather of her lust. He hauled back on her hips, then shoved her away as he withdrew. Claire reached down between her thighs and she got a handful of bloated balls. His haunches were a mere blur as he fed his cockmeat to her with gusto, going in and out so fast that Claire could not tell if his cock was coming or going. Her cunt muscles sucked and pulled on that speeding thunderbolt. Although her pussy was sodden with cunt-juice, it felt parched as well, parched for a load of lust-quenching jism.

"Shoot up me, Mike!" she wailed. "Come in my cunt!"

Mike snarled like a dog, as he doggy-fucked Claire. He fed her a long, rippling, underslung stroke, so that the full length of his long prick ran across her throbbing clit. Then he hiked up and drove in from a higher angle. He shot his hips out from side to side, plowing into her from a new direction with every stroke, as if to make sure that his cock slid through every part of her pussyhole.

He moaned as the peak approached and his balls prepared to explode, while Claire waited in joyful anticipation of his coming, her own peak rapidly rising.

"Coming," she panted. "Gonna cream – ooooh! Mike, fill my cunt with jism, pour it to me!"

"Take it!" he gasped.

His hot jism shot into her pussy in a foaming geyser and Claire cried out in ecstasy as the waves of joy rippled through her loins. Her clit exploded and her cunt-juice poured out in a creamy deluge, flooding her fuckhole within as Mike filled it with cum. He pumped the hot stuff into her time and again, and she creamed each time she felt another dose of jizz spurt up her.

Drained, Claire collapsed under Mike. His cock was still stuck up her cunt and he was dragged down on top of her. They lay that way, breathing heavily, in the dreamy state of release.

After awhile, Mike drew his cock from her cunt.

Frothy juices bubbled out.

"Christ, what a fuck!" he rasped. "What a super fuck! You gonna let me fuck you again, baby?"

"Sure, Mike," she said, all her good intentions of being a faithful wife melted in the heat of passion. "You can come over whenever Harry isn't home. We can suck and fuck."

"And bugger, maybe?" he asked.

"Why not?" replied lusty Claire.

The idea of having an assful of Mike's massive prick was not at all uninviting. She smiled at him.

"Why don't you suck me up nice and hard again and let me have your asshole now?" he suggested. His cock was still semi-hard. He had been so turned on by that phone call and by Claire's sucking cunt that Mike was not yet satisfied.

But Claire lowered her eyes, blushing faintly.

"Not now, Mike," she said.

He stared suspiciously at her.

"You ain't really going over to fuck a dog, are you?" he asked, giving her a strange look.

Claire refused to meet his gaze.

"I… I'm not sure, Mike," she said. Then she did look up. "I'm going over to Molly's house, sure. I told her that I would and… and I want to listen to all the juicy details about what she did with the dog. But I don't know if I want to do anything like that, myself." Claire was being honest about it.

"Hell," he snorted. "I want some more pussy… or some asshole." He looked glum. But then his face brightened.

"Can I come over with you?" he asked. Mike was thinking that it would really be a thrill to fuck one of the women while the other one fucked or sucked with a dog.

"Sorry," Claire said. "Molly might not like it if I were to bring you over. I mean, gosh – it is sort of embarrassing. She might not want to fuck a dog in front of a guy, right?"

Mike sighed, resigned to the fact that he was not going to get anymore pussy today and not wanting to be difficult about it, in case Claire got angry and cut off his further supply.

Claire was getting dressed.

"You'll have to go now, Mike. Sorry," she said.

She seemed distracted. No doubt, he thought, because she was thinking about what was in store for her. The bitch had already had his prick. Now she was thinking about a dog's prick.

That was true, she was.

Claire didn't know about the horse yet.

Mike slammed his pick-up truck into gear with a savage jolt. He felt frustrated and furious. Imagine playing second fiddle to a fucking dog! But he hadn't dared to show his fury to Claire, because he wanted to keep on her good side so that he could get a lot more of her sweet mouth and juicy cunt, and his rage was all the more violent for having been kept pent up.

His prick was still fairly stiff and his balls were already starting to recharge themselves.

He turned down the lane, driving fast and scattering dust. He was wondering how to avenge himself on Claire without getting his pussy cut off. He felt horny and vengeful and surly. He whipped the truck around a bend… and almost ran into Brenda Tucker as she rode her stallion down the lane again.