David Crane - Horny for rams and horses

Sucking on a mouthful of cockhead, she began to frig him again, stroking up and down with both hands on his prickshaft, pumping with the steady rhythm that she knew would bring him to the crest and reward her with his steaming jet of jism.

Her head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. As her hands pulled up, her lips pushed down to meet them. And as she pumped his prick back down, her mouth sucked lavishly on the flaring hunk of cockhead. She was salivating on his knob, her spit blending into the ribbons of slimy cum that seeped from hip cleft. With his huge knob juicy and lubricated, she was able to mouth it more easily, almost swallowing it as she bobbed greedily down. Savoring the meat course, she whimpered in anticipation of the creamy dessert.

The horse's haunches began to vibrate.

His head tossed up and down, mane flowing, staring wild-eyed down at the cocksucking woman. His tail stiffened and his cock gave a great lurch in her mouth, tilting her head back. The knob was swollen so huge now that it was stuck fast in her mouth. Her jaw was open as wide as it would go and her teeth were lodged behind the ledge of his knob and Marion could not have removed her mouth from the animal's cock now even if she had wanted to. But that was the last thing she wanted.

She knew that after he had shot his wad, his prick would soften enough for her to drag her lips off it. That would have been reason enough to want the horse to come in her mouth.

But she wanted to swallow his jism, anyhow.

She sucked and tongued and stroked.

The horse's prick was so stiff that it vibrated.

Suddenly, he snorted, and Marion felt his cockshaft spread as the sap rushed up it. She whimpered and sucked, her hands pumping. His cum hosed her throat.

The hot stuff hit her with such force that, had her mouth not been stuck fast on his cockhead, he would have been blown right off the spurting end on the mighty stream. Her mouth was full of the shiny jism.

She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.

The horse kept coming, wad after wad of jizz hosing into her. There was too much to drink. Creamy ribbons of the stuff overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin, dropping off in heavy nuggets, like quicksilver, that bounced on her upthrust tits. Great waves washed through her cheeks and rivulets ran through her teeth. Her hot tongue was afloat in a slippery tide of cum. Shards of it hung, congealing, from the roof of her mouth and slimy banners slid steadily down her throat. Oh, what a mouthful!

Marion was in seventh heaven as she drank that sweet nectar, sucked for more and got a seemingly unending stream. The horse was coming steadily now, not shooting separate spurts into her mouth but spinning the stuff out in a shiny rope.

Marion gulped with joy.

She gulped and purred, swallowed and sighed. Her whole pretty face was contorted by lust, eyes glazed, cum running out from the corners of her wide-open mouth.

Then, at long last, the beast stopped spurting.

The last drops trickled out onto her flashing tongue.

His cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth. Marion continued to suck gently on his shrinking prickmeat, nursing on it as if it were a huge nipple, milking out every precious drop. When the woman was certain that she had pulled it all out, she slowly drew her lips away from his cockhead and used her tongue to gather up the drops that had escaped her lips and run down the slope of his shaft. She tongued inside his parted cleft, in case any jism remained there, coating the inner walls. She licked it up from her chin. Cupping her fat tits in her hands, she lifted them, then tongued up the cum that had splattered on her tits and nipples. She swallowed every lovely drop.

Then she mouthed his softened knob again, polishing it to a gleaming luster with her tongue and lips.

The horse whinnied softly.

And what about Marion's other end?

Sucking horse prick and drinking horse cum had been wonderful but, of course, it had made her horny. The more she quenched her thirst for jism at one end, the more her pussy cried out for a load of the lust quenching juice.

With her bellyful of jism, her cunt felt woefully neglected and empty. Marion sat back in the grass.

Cuntjuice poured from her open fuckslit.

She decided to wait, naked, for young Jake to return so that she would not have to waste any time before they fucked. She wasn't even going to blow Jake, now. Well, maybe later. At the moment, she had drunk all the cum she could hold, and she needed some big, stiff prick stuffed up her steaming cunt. And thinking of big, stiff prick…

Naturally, Marion began to wonder if her pussy could accommodate that massive horse cock.

If Marion had only known it, she could have asked Maisy Dawson about the elasticity of a cunt.

Maisy was the woman who owned the dude ranch and Maisy knew all about animals, and about the amazing dimensions to which a horny girl's pussy could be stretched. The dude ranch had been a proper, working ranch when Maisy had inherited it from her daddy, who had died from over-exertion in a Mexican whorehouse. Maisy had been young and foolish at the time. The ranch nearest to her property was owned by shepherds, and Maisy bitterly resented them for running what she called woolly maggots on the free range. The days of the cattlemen-sheepmen wars were long since ended and even Maisy's rcently departed daddy had not carried on a feud with the shepherds, but Maisy was a traditionalist. She believed in beef cattle, and she hated sheep and shepherds. If it had been a hundred years earlier in history, the young ranch owner might well have hired a few gunmen to act as regulators and had a few shepherds lynched. But she couldn't do that in our modern, enlightened times… when only governments are allowed to behave barbaricly. So she was frustrated and she simmered with pent-up anger.

One day, Maisy had gone into the Silver Palace Saloon to rinse down the dust in her throat. She was wearing jeans, a vest, a Stetson and boots, none of which detracted one little bit from the fact that Maisy had a spectacular body, with big tits, wide hips and an ass like a grindstone. Her long, blonde hair trailed out from her hat and, since her shirt was mostly unbuttoned, her huge tits stuck out, too. She got an elbow on the bar, shot one hip out, planted one boot on the brass ran and called for whisky.

Maisy belted two or three shots down. Then in came a shepherdess!

The shepherdess was as womanly and sexy as Maisy, but she wasn't dressed as well, since she wore a sheepskin jacket, and her bulky boots were caked with sheep shit.

She strode to the bar and ordered a beer.

Maisy and the shepherdess glared at each other with such mutual hatred that all the male customers trembled.

Maisy recalled a line she had heard in countless cowboy films.

"Something stinks in here," she said. She wrinkled her nose.

"Smells like sheep, to me," she added.

Well, soon enough, the cowgirl and the shepherdess were rolling on the floor, pulling each other's hair and gouging each other's eyes, spitting and slapping and biting.

At that point, one thing led to another thing.

Their struggles became less violent, until they were caressing each other, more than fighting. Both horny women had discovered that another woman's body was sexy to maul and squeeze and nibble and, although they were deadly enemies by tradition, they wound up sucking each other's cunts on the barroom floor… which thrilled the locals even more than the fight did.

After that day, Maisy and Julia, the shepherdess, had a sort of love-hate relationship.

They despised each other for the stock they bred.

But they frequently got together for some mutual cuntsucking, honoring a truce long enough to get their rocks off.