David Crane - Horny for rams and horses

Jake suddenly groaned and stiffened. Marion felt his jism squirt into her.

"Oh!" she cried, disappointed that he had come so soon, that he had shot his wad before she, too, had reached the peak.

But that was one of the greatest benefits involved in the fucking of horny teenagers. Jake's prick stayed hard.

He emptied his balls with half a dozen furious strokes and paused, panting over her. And inside her, his cock, despite his climax, remained hard as a stone and as big as ever, still throbbing.

Her cunt sucked on it.

Jake began fucking her again, pouring his prick into her pussy with as much energy as first time.

Marion surged upward.

Without removing her cunt from his throbbing cock, she rolled the boy over, then spun on top of him. He lay spread-eagled in the grass, his body arched, his cock towering up into her. Marion began to set the pace now, riding his cock, saddled on his hips. Her trim thighs tightened as she ascended until only his prickhead remained stuck up her, then they relaxed as she went back down to the base. Her cuntjuice pooled on his belly and slathered his thighs. She was riding him steadily, the pace gradually increasing. She rode at a trot, then at a canter. The peak of sensation was approaching for the horny woman. She broke into a full gallop, her pussy slamming down on his cock and sucking as she rose up again. The thrill began to race across her belly and run in an electric current up her trembling thighs. Her ass ground down and her hips worked like pistons driving the carnal engine of her cunt. She felt his prick expand inside her. He was going to come again!

She tried to hold back, to wait for him, to feel his jism hose her pussy again before she creamed.

"Come!" she gasped. "Come in me, honey… shoot up my cunt!" Jake surged up from the ground.

His hot jizz erupted into her, foaming and steaming.

Marion whimpered with the joy of it, and her own orgasm melted her cunt around his cock. She rode him wildly through their mutual orgasm, milking his prick and working the wondrous spasms of her own climax at the same time.

At last, they were drained.

Marion slumped over the young cowboy's spent body, flushed with the pleasure of coming, and Jake sprawled out, panting heavily, under her.

The horse looked on with interest. So, too, did a ram…

Ovid, the ram, was disgusted, disgruntled and mortified.

He had been cast aside!

And for a fucking sheepdog, no less!

Rams are proud brutes, and Ovid was no exception. He was vain about his sexual prowess and arrogant about his potency.

The beast felt betrayed when he caught his mistress getting fucked by a sheepdog! To make it worse, the sheepdog was his mortal enemy. The damned dog took delight in nipping Ovid's ass whenever he found the ram in a helpless position… mounted on a ewe, say, and plunging away on the down-strokes. Ovid had butted the dog head over heels whenever he got the chance, too, but the dog was a nimble brute and usually managed to stay out of the way of those mighty, back-sweeping horns. It was infuriating.

Julia, the shepherdess, had actually come into the fields with the intention of getting fucked by the ram. She hadn't been fucked for a few days, nor had she and Maisy done any pussy-sucking, so she was in a horny mood. The sheepdog had come trotting along beside her, and perhaps he sensed her horniness, because his prick began to get big and hard. Julia noticed this, being a woman who had an eye for cocks. She had paused and watched with interest as the dog's shiny, red cockhead came sliding out from his hairy sheath. Julia had never fucked a dog. Now she wondered how it would be.

The dog's prick was not as big as the ram's, but it was big enough, as dog's pricks go, about the same size as a man. Julia thought that it looked very useful. It might make a nice change, she figured. And if the dog failed to satisfy her, it didn't matter, because she could always call upon the services of Ovid afterward. She knelt down and called the dog over. He came, stiff-legged and squirming, sucking up to her as dogs do… and rams are too proud to do.

Julia played with his prick for awhile, getting it nice and big and hard, pulling her fist up and down on his hairy cockshaft and making the long prickhead flared and throb. Then she got down on her hands and knees.

The dog had never fucked a woman, but that was a very familiar position to him, and he got the idea.

He mounted the woman from behind, hooking his forelegs around her lush thighs. He began to hump.

His first strokes missed the mark, and his cockhead bounced off her ass and recoiled from the backs of her thighs. But Julia reached back between her legs, and she took his prickmeat in her hand and positioned the knob in her creamy fuckslit.

The dog slid his cock up in her pussy. Julia purred with pleasure, and the dog gave a little whimper as he realized that a human cunt was more talented than a bitch's cunt. It rippled on his prick, sucking and pulling. Julia had a pliable pussy. Although it would spread out enough to take the ram's monster cock, the muscles were flexible, and she was able to clamp her fuck hole around the lesser size of the dog's cock, molding her pussy to the contours of his canine fuck tool gripping him in a slippery vise.

The sheepdog began to pound his prick into her.

Julia's ass jerked as she fucked with him.

Her hand was still reaching back, holding his balls, squeezing gently as if to pump the cum out of him with pressure. The dog yelped and whined and plunged in and out, his spine curving into an S shape as his loins whipped his cock meat into her foaming pussy. Her hot juices sprayed out, matting his shaggy belly. His tail snapped around behind him as his haunches drove in. The dog was clinging to her hips, tongue lolling out, drooling onto her arched back, rattling her hipbones with the savage fury of his lusty strokes. She wailed and moaned.

Julia needn't have worried, she realized. He wasn't filing her cunt as full as a ram's prick did but, to make up for that, he was pounding in faster.

Her head lowered to the ground.

Her ass heaved up at the highest point of her body.

Her cunt began to melt.

The dog howled as his balls exploded, and Julia felt his canine cum rush into her, a slimy rope of jism hosing her pussy as she creamed and spasmed with ecstasy.

That was when Ovid happened upon them. Ovid just stood there, thunderstruck.

Julia didn't see the ram, because her head was down like an ostrich's buried in the sand. But the dog saw Ovid.

And if dogs could smirk, that damned dog was smirking. His tongue lolled out and his eyes definitely gleamed with amusement. Ovid had an urge to butt the dog, but he knew it would not be wise to butt a dog when that dog was mounted on the mistress. Ovid was no fool. He knew damned well that if he antagonized Julia, he was liable to wind up on a platter, with mint sauce. He liked to feed her his meat, but not like that. So he just stood there, balefully eyeing them, disgusted to find that Julia was perverted enough to couple with a dog and agonized to realize that she was enjoying it and having a climax. He watched until they had finished. He hoped they got stuck together.

The dog had gone limp with his release, flopping around as if disjointed. The woman's haunches still heaved and squirmed as she creamed every drop and worked off every last spasm of the thrill. Cuntjuice and dog cum poured down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, big frothy drops splattering on the ground between her knees. It was the most disgusting sight that Ovid had ever seen. Ovid snorted.

Julia looked up and, seeing the ram, smiled.

It was an inviting smile, and Ovid realized that the woman might well expect him to fuck her, too… that after an inadequate stuffing of dog meat, she would probably welcome some ram prick.