Bob Wallace: Sucking daughter, bucking horse

The words screeched from Cissy's throat, "I'm cumming! Creaming!" She twisted her head and saw Patsy. "I'm creaming his cock. Ooooo, God, I…" She began to babble.

Hot cum flowed from the cushiony walls of Cissy's pussy as she creamed Sheik's thick cock. Hot spongy muscles gripped it, milked it. Deep contractions sucked the cum from his pisser. It squirted deep, filled her, then overflowed.

With Cissy screaming and Sheik whinnying and snorting, Patsy roamed the crack of Cissy's cunt. A mixture of Sheik's thick goo and Cissy's creamy juice flowed over her fingers. She coated Sheik's swinging balls with the sticky mixture and bathed the cheeks of Cissy's ass.

"God, is she gonna taste good!"

Sheik was a raging stallion. He jerked forward. His brute action strained the ropes that bound Cissy's ankles. His cock skewered deep. A hot wad of cum spewed out. His cock jabbed through the buttery pool of hot jizz in her cunt.

Cissy was near a faint. She was moaning, drool coming out her mouth. Animal sounds gurgled in her throat. Her hands were balled into fists. Her tits were crushed into the hay. Her clit, raw and sensitive, was being mashed over and over again.

She lifted her head, her face screwed up in bliss. She found Patsy's face. A drunken smile played at her drooling mouth. "I'm still cumming. I can't stop! Ohhh, God. He's in so deep!" Her eyes popped as Sheik's cock rammed too deep.

Sheik pawed the earth. His head shook, swaying back and forth on his powerful neck. Muscles tensed and rippled under his heaving chest. Foam formed on his mouth. Snorting gasps came from his dilated nostrils.

Patsy fell back, stunned. It was fantastic! "Fuck her, Sheik. Fuck her!"

Sheik did. He bludgeoned the screaming teenager with his spurting cock. Each stabbing jerk sliced his prick through the gooey ooze of her overflowing pussy.

"I can't stop," Cissy squealed. "I can't stop!"

Her cunt was on fire, her clit a mangled piece of flesh, her tits crushed, rubbed red from the hay. Pain blended with bliss, keeping her soaring at the peak as one orgasm after another bombarded her young body.

She stiffened and almost fainted. But Sheik's cock kept her alert. Finally she collapsed in a heap, quivering, limp, a victim of Sheik's lunging prick.

Sheik tossed his head high. With his mane swishing over his neck, his tail slapped the air. One mighty lunge almost tore Cissy in half. He jerked, twisted and yanked his prick from her body. A spraying wad drenched her back as he kicked the air with his front hoofs.

Patsy was on her feet in a flash. "Easy, boy," she soothed, taking his bridle. "Calm down."

Snorting, Sheik dropped to all fours. He nuzzled his mistress, soaking her tits.

Patsy, leaving Cissy's limp, spent body for Margie and Trudy to enjoy, walked Sheik back to his stall.

She took his brush and rubbed his sweaty body down. "Tomorrow, we'll fuck," she promised, backing him into his stall. She scratched his head and rubbed her tits against his velvety lips. "Mmmmm, you're better than Cloud ever was."

She turned and walked back to Cissy, who was now untied. "You're an officer now," Patsy said. "Our new sergeant at arms. Congratulations."

Cissy giggled and pulled herself up. "Thanks."

"I'll meet you girls outside," Patsy said.

She walked out of the barn and the afternoon sun greeted her. It was great being Horse Club president, just great. "Thanks, Ellen," she whispered. "Wherever you are."

The other three girls came out of the barn and Patsy smiled, knowing who the next president would be when she left the Horse Club. "C'mon guys, let's take a ride on our bikes."

The four girls, Patsy leading, rode off.