David Crane - Horny for rams and horses

But Ovid had his pride.

He was damned if he would play second fiddle to a fucking sheepdog! No sloppy seconds for him.

He tossed his big-horned head arrogantly and turned away.

The dog looked smug, and Julia looked surprised to see her ram trotting away unfucked.

But she could just stew in her own juices, Ovid thought.

Then, bitterly – and in the dog's juices, too.

That dog was in for one hell of a butting as soon as Ovid could catch him on his own.

But in the meanwhile, the dog had already gotten one hell of a fucking, and the ram had not been fucked and, being a horny beast, he was feeling frustrated. As annoying as it was to see his mistress fuck a dog, the ram had to admit that it was stimulating, as well. His big cock had started to tense and ripple. He was tempted to go back.

But no, he would not give the dog that satisfaction.

He would find a ewe, instead.

But Ovid didn't enjoy fucking sheep nearly as much as he enjoyed fucking women. Something about a smooth, sleek body, devoid of wool, really turned him on. Then he remembered Maisy Dawson.

Maisy was every bit as good a fuck as Julia, he recalled. He knew that she hated sheep, but that feeling did not encompass ram cock. Furthermore, it would serve Julia right. He would repay the unfaithful shepherdess in kind, being unfaithful to her with a cowgirl! Ovid liked the irony of it.

He headed across the fields toward the dude ranch.

If Maisy wasn't around, he could always fuck a cow.

That was how and why the ram happened along as Jake and Marion fucked up a storm in that leafy glade.

Ovid stood back in the trees, his golden eyes glued upon the scene, his instincts telling him that this was a horny female. He watched her ride Jake's prick and felt a certain disdain for such an insignificant hunk of cockmeat. He glanced at the stallion, too, and he had to admit that the horse was well-hung. But the horse did not have a hard-on.

Ovid was getting a hard-on in no uncertain terms.

He wasn't sure if all human females like to fuck rams, but he figured it was well worth a try. That long, leggy woman was really turning Ovid rampant.

But how could he approach her?

How could he seduce her with a cowboy there?

If he butted the cowboy into the trees, he was liable to wind up on a platter.

Ovid couldn't come up with a plan. His dumb animal guile and cunning did not extend to such intrigues.

But Marion, not realizing that there was a horny ram lurking about, made the arrangements for him.

As she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, slumped atop Jake, with his prick still wedged up her cunt, Marion was thinking once more. Fucking the lusty young cowboy had been lovely… but she would have enjoyed it even more if she hadn't been fantasizing about the horse. Now, although she had come, she still found herself thrilled by the prospect of making it with a stallion. Ah that powerful, bestial energy and vitality – the idea was driving her wild. Her eyelids flickered. Her green eyes regarded the horse through the flickering shades of her eyelashes. And she decided that she simply had to give it a try, to find out if it was possible… to get it out of her system now, before she became more frenzied by her lust.

Too, there were advantages in trying it now.

Since she had already come, if the attempt proved to be a failure, she would not be too frustrated. If she made the stallion's prick hard, then discovered that it would not fit up her pussy, she could always have the pleasure of sucking him off again. She knew that worked! And if it did fit in her… ooooh! Her cunt rippled at the thought, pulling on Jake's large, but human cock. Jake's prick rippled, too.

Marion guessed that she could easily get another fuck out of the young cowboy, she toyed with the idea. But she was too eager and curious about trying it with the horse. She slowly pulled her pussy off his prick.

Cum and cuntjuice poured from her vacated pussy as she unplugged his big fucker. She forced herself to look sad.

"What's the matter?" Jake asked, genuinely concerned, afraid that he had failed to satisfy her.

"That was the first time that I ever cheated on my husband," Marion lied. "It was lovely… but, quite naturally, I feel guilty now. I feel like… like what I am. An adulteress."

"Oh. Gee," he said. He had never known a woman to react that way before. Most wives were always smug about having cuckolded their husbands with a youth… and eager to do it again. Jake was pleased to find that Marion was not like the others, but unhappy that she was feeling glum about it. She smiled wistfully.

"Oh, I'll get over it," she said. "It's just that I'd like to be alone for awhile, to think about my… indiscretions. If you don't mind riding back alone, I'll return in a little while."

"Sure, okay," he said.

Then she smiled a little more and said: "I'm sure that I'll come to terms with myself, Jake… and that you and I will be able to have a lot more fun together." Jake was encouraged.

The naive teenager had no idea that Marion had ulterior motives in wanting to remain there alone with her horse.

As soon as Jake had disappeared down the trail on his gelding, Marion got up, and she walked over to where the horse was nibbling at the grass. His big cock was pointed at the ground. The brunette knelt down and took it in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat, then began to jerk it up and down. Then she leaned in and started to tongue the dark-fleshed slab of his prickhead, slathering it with saliva. His fuckshaft jerked and twitched but did not rise or harden very much. She had truly emptied the animal's spermaries previously, and now she saw that it might not be too easy to get him erect again.

Marion pondered the logistics of it.

Could she stuff his cock up her cunt while it was soft? It might work okay, that way. It might even go in easier and harden inside her. That was a thrilling thought. But what if the horse couldn't come again? She knew it would be terribly frustrating to have a cuntful of big horse prick and not get a jet of jism out of it.

Even tonguing the tasty cockmeat would prove frustrating if there was no cum to drink.

She was already starting to feel frustrated as she handled and mouthed the horse's slack fuckshaft.

But the ram's prickmeat was hard as a rock.

Ovid had watched the man ride off, and his cock had hardened as he considered the possibilities of having the woman. Then, when he saw her approach the horse and commence to fondle its equine organ, his cock turned hard as an iron bar. It was evident that this was a woman who liked animal cock. But could he compete with a horse?

Ovid was disturbed. He had nothing but scorn for dog prick, but a horse cock was a different kettle of fish. That big wad of meat was bigger than his, and maybe the woman preferred it. The horse was bigger than he was, too. It didn't have horns, but it had hooves, and Ovid didn't care for a kick in the balls from the dumb brute.

Then he noticed that the horse's cock did not seem to be getting any bigger or harder. Ovid began to smirk.

What good was having a gigantic prick, if it didn't get stiff? He congratulated himself, conscious of the throbbing shaft of iron-hard prick meat that pulsed under his own fleecy belly.

With his confidence restored, the robust and horny ram came stepping light-footedly into the clearing.

Marion looked up, startled.

She thought someone, some human had come along and found her licking a horse's prick, and she flushed with mortification. But then she saw that it was only an animal.

And then she saw that it was an animal with a great big hard-on jutting out from its loins!

Ovid halted and tossed his head about, letting the stallion see that he had big horns.