John Kellerman: A girl_s best friend

Of course, she'd seen it before and had been no less moved, but until this very morning she hadn't been certain that she was its stimulus. Juan usually curried him.

God, had she subconsciously had this in her mind all night? Was that why she'd been so restless with Larry Beehman's awkward passes inciting her, along with memories of Danny and even Lee adding to her impetus? Was that why she'd hurriedly grabbed up the first things she could find to wear and rush down here with Genghis right behind her?

She couldn't help but drop to her knees where she could observe the huge shaft more closely. Gently, she rubbed at the great horse's belly with her small soft hand while she spoke softly and the huge gray Wolf came over to nuzzle against her cheek affectionately.

"The poor Darling, he needs a lovely mare to satisfy him, Genghis Doll," she unconsciously cooed. "You see, I've worked him all up. Just like you, he loves me too! Have you ever seen such a breathtaking thing? God, some beautiful mare doesn't realize what she's missing, does she Lobo, Baby?"

The powerful Wolf whimpered to the sound of her near-whispering voice, but Katie was hardly aware of it. The sensuously provoking marvel before her eyes was inciting crazy fermentations inside her loins and belly. She could feel the tingling sensations down between her soft white thighs. Between the very lips of her pussy, taunting the moist pink flesh of her vulva.

Oh, what a beautiful animal he is, she thought. And I love him so. Just as I love my Genghis. The sweet, splendid creature. He needed a mate just as lovable Lobo had needed one! But what can I do about it? My God, just look at the size of it.

She couldn't resist reaching under him and touching it in a petting motion, then slowly encircling her fingers that hardly encompassed a third of the massive hot shaft. Wild and insane jolts of carnal lust lashed through her young voluptuous body at the feel of the spongy animal-prick in her hand, while entranced, she began to feebly stroke it as she had the few times to Danny.

Her brain raced licentiously. It was early. Juan wouldn't show for another hour or so when he brought Rosita!

God, I want to, she thought. There's something so deviant and utterly feral about this. Yet, so beautiful and fulfilling for my gallant angel. That is, if I can go through with it!

She was certain it would bring her as much satisfaction as it would him, and Lord knows, he'd provided her release so many many times since she'd had him! God, why else had she left off her panties this morning and rushed down to the stables with all of the intentions of mounting him bareback, her skirt pulled up so that there would be nothing between his warm hairy flesh and the spread-open lips of her cunt? To cum and cum and cum again! That's what she'd intended. But all of her little hang-ups had intervened!

Face it, Katie Martin, she admonished herself. You're nothing more than a human female animal, and all the establishment pomp and circumstance that your Daddy affords you will never make you more than half-worthy of these two magnificent brutes who love you! You belong to them… not they to you!

Her mouth and throat were so dry that she swore she could spit cotton when she lay down on her back in his stall, kicked off her slippers and moved over to lay beneath the towering animal. She knew that nothing could ever induce him to step on her, not even if a gun had been suddenly fired.

He whinnied several times while Genghis paced the enclosure and whimpered. Then, she raised her small, pink-soled feet and took his great hot prick between them, her skirt falling back over her belly to reveal her enchanting nakedness in a lewd and salacious, bestial scene as she began to gently rub up and down the long, thick stem.

Unbelievable bolts of prurient lust screamed through her at the thought and sight of what she was doing. She watched his colossal cock stiffen and lengthen even more, until its fantastic crest hung nearly down between her thighs to press against her cuntlips there.

Uncontrollably, as she worked her soft feet up and down the mighty shaft, she raised her hips until the huge black head caressed and split open her moist puffy flanges! God almighty, she'd lose her senses with the forbidden ecstasy of it!

Then, she felt again the presence of her Genghis and heard him whining as he crept on his belly between Gallant Red's hindlegs toward her upturned crotch.

What a true Wolf he is. She grinned at his action. The jealous Darling.

But she knew the sight of her naked raised thighs and her exposed soft white buttocks and moist pink slit beneath its sparse, blonde curls was attracting him. Hadn't she taught him that way?

She gave a start when she felt his cold damp nose brush against the tiny raised circle of her anus, then she sensed the length of his hot, moist tongue lash out and lick up through the smooth crevice of her ass, splaying the puffy lips of her pink cunt like a fleshy spatula, grazing her raw inner flesh the length of her split to the erect nub of her clitoris, and she moaned audibly, her lovely legs and feet working like clutching hands and arms as they pumped Gallant Red's massive black prick wickedly!

It had to be arthritis, Juan Chaverez mused sullenly. What else could it be, unless it was that damned bed he and Rosita lumped to the center in like a sailor's hammock? God, how his back ached.

He drove the dilapidated Chevy with an air of regality in posture, but only to relieve the pain above his hips. Slowly, he brought the vehicle to a halt and the massive woman beside him rolled out.

"Will you come for breakfast?" she asked in Spanish.

"Woman, I told you, I have that Goddamned horse to groom," he spat back at her. "And I'm lucky if I can bend over and pick up the currycomb."

"I only asked you…"

"Keep the coffee hot," he grumbled in their native tongue. "I still haven't figured out why we came to work an hour and a half early on a Saturday morning. We gain no more money for our stupid kindness."

"I told you, lummox, I had personal things to do for my Mrs. Martin…"

"Ooohhh, you and your Mrs. Martin," he grunted. "Ughhh! I'm going to the stables," Juan said without looking at his wife, the pain in his back not so strong when he stood and walked.

What he needed was a good and healthy belt of tequila with a bitter wedge of lemon and salt! Christ, he was getting too old to work as he did. He was fifty. Too fat and too lazy, besides his brain was still warped with visions of grandeur that had never materialized from his young years, and he hated everyone because of it. He smiled to himself.

Well, nearly everyone, he thought a second time. Not the enticing little Missy… not my little Katie… Damn, I only need to look at her to become revived all over again… no pain, no anything but love! Stupid! You fat old man with the big prick! You're stupid!

But he doubted that he would ever forget the night he stood outside her bedroom window and watched her undress. Strip stark naked! Then, she had paraded around the room with that Goddamned Wolf behind her, his vicious nose half way up her luscious ass!

Goddamn! He'd never seen anything like it! She was so beautiful. Even the beast itself, had seemed to notice! And then, the lights had gone out!

A dozen more times he had tried to watch, hoping to just glimpse her lovely breasts, her intoxicating hips and thighs. And that erotic spot between her legs where the golden hairs grew… but he's been unsuccessful. She had remembered to close the draperies.

So, enticing things came to poor peons in small measure. At least, he got to watch the mother occasionally when she prepared for bed, and what could be a more enchanting sight than that provocative woman?