Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

"Nice horsey!" I gulped hard as I smelled the wild odor of his huge body.

He sort of whinnied softly and raised his head to look at me. Maybe he thought I was that crazy sister or something because he gave a little snort like he was getting excited.

My legs were trembling as I reached down to feel his cock.

It wasn't there.

Somehow that magnificent prick had telescoped back into his great body and all I could feel was the pouch where he kept it locked up.

"Oh, no!" I was desperate. Here I was this close to a dream come true and that fucking dumb animal wasn't going to cooperate!

Now I'm smart enough to know that if you play with a cock it will get hard. Whether it's an animal pecker or hanging on a man.

Yet, how can you jack off a horse when his meat is hid in his guts?

I felt around for his balls, but I couldn't find any while the smell of his powerful body was overwhelming. To think I was this close to a real horse cock, while that dumb beast had it locked up like money in a bank!

Just at that moment something terrible happened. That damn mongrel dog got jealous from all the attention I was giving to the horse and he attacked.

That stupid mongrel idiot scared the shit out of the stallion. The horse jumped to his feet like a jack-in-the-box and went tearing off through the dark meadow with thundering hoofs. It all happened so fast I got knocked on my butt and for an instant I figured the horse killed me for sure. But I wasn't hurt, except that I almost bawled to see that beautiful animal stampede away from my touch.

"If I had a car I'd run over you!" I screeched at the dog. "Now look what you've done!"

The dog whoofed at me with playful actions as he danced around my feet and when I tried to kick him in the head he thought I was playing with him.

I was looking for a rock or something to brain him when this guy came out of the shadows. Goose pimples ran up my spine.

"Hello, there!" the guy said in a friendly tone as he stood by the fence rails.

He wasn't one of the party people, and he really looked like a farmer. Bib overalls and a straw hat on his head to keep out the moonlight.

I felt like stampeding like that stallion, yet there was something pleasant in this man's nature. Something pleasant and at the same time with overtones of sexual violence.

"My name's Sake Ranshid," he said, and I was surprised the mongrel dog didn't bark at him. "I live on the next farm over there," he pointed across the valley.

"Oh, hi! My name's Martha. I came up to the farm with George."

"Yes, I figured that. George has parties all the time, but he never invites me. He doesn't like to be friendly with his neighbors."

"Did you want to see George?"

"I was window peeking."

"You were what?"

"A Peeping Tom."

"Why'd you do that?"

"I always do it when George has a party. He won't let me come over, so I peek in the windows. Ain't that right, Sandy?" he spoke to the dog.

"Does that mongrel belong to you?"

"Sure does. Best damn dog in these here parts."

"He scared the hell out of me a while ago. And he barked at that horse to frighten him, too."

"Yes, I was watching."

"You haven't got any right. Nobody should sneak around in the dark like that."

"Nobody should go to sex parties either."

"Aren't you married? Can't you get any sex up here in the country?"

"Yes, I'm married. Got a nice wife, too. But nobody likes the same old stuff all the time."

"Yes, I know what you mean."

"Were you trying to screw that stallion?"

"Your fucking right I was! And it isn't any of your Goddam business!"

"Hey, don't get mad, honey! I'm on your side, remember? I like sex in any form. That's why I peek in at George's parties. Well, it still isn't right for you to be spying on me that way."

"Have you ever had an animal do it to you?"

"No, I haven't, not yet. But I sure did want to feel that horse cock."

"Sandy'll screw you."

"What d'ya mean?"

"My dog here. He'll fix you up."

"Dogs never did interest me very much, Jake," I told him. "I just have this thing about horses."

"How about me? Can I have some?"

"Maybe you could. But you scared me so damn bad I lost my hots."

"We can fix that up, Martha. Watch this. C'mere, Sandy."

The dog was obedient and came right over, and then the damndest thing I ever did see happened. Jake knelt down by that mongrel and reached under his stomach to begin massaging that dog cock. It took about three seconds flat for Sandy to get a hard-on and before I could get my pants off, that Goddam mongrel was jizzing all over the meadow, throwing clumps of brush as he dry-fucked the air and his watermelon prick dangled there in the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight. A touch of bestial sex, and Jake was right. It got me hotter than a cockroach on the pavement in July.

"I do that for Sandy all the time," Jake grinned as he stood up beside me. "He really likes to get jacked-off."

"So do I," I blurted out.

Jake reached over to pinch my titties and I fell in love with him. I needed a fuck so bad it felt like my pussy was on fire. Jake wasn't handsome, but he was available, so right then he could do any Goddam thing he wanted to me.

"Let's go in the barn," he whispered as though somebody were listening.

I followed him into the place and he went over to one of the walls to light a lamp.

"You sure know your way around," I said.

"I've spent a lot of nights here," Jake chuckled as he tossed his hat in one of the cow stalls.

He must have slept in that hat because there was a pressure mark across his forehead where the band rubbed against forehead. His face was brown but his forehead was untanned. He didn't have much of a figure, sort of chubby, and he was only about five-six. In the light of the lantern, he wasn't much to look at, but he had a cock and that's all I needed.

"Lemme see your tits," he panted softly as he started to unloosen my blouse.

His manner was crude and I noticed his hands were all calloused, still it gave me a thrill when he took off my blouse. He had trouble with my bra so I flipped it off real fast for him.

"Man, oh, man, look at those tits!" he wheezed with excitement.

He kept staring while I needed massaging, so I took one of his hands and placed it over my breast. It sent a shock of pleasure throughout my body and I think I had one quick little orgasm from his touch.

"Do it to me!" I moaned, eager to find the fuck I needed so desperately.

But Jake wasn't in that much of a hurry. He took off the rest of my clothes and then rubbed his hand in the hairs of my cunt.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped, unable to contain this terrible pleasure.

"Lordy, but you are a pretty one!" Jake wheezed as he started to peel off his bib overalls.

He was wearing long white underwear and I almost had to laugh except I wasn't in that kind of mood. And when he got naked he looked like a tree trunk all stripped of bark. White, flabby, with big moles on his flesh. That might have turned off some girls, but I like my fucking too much. And you can't always have an Adonis when it comes to screwing.

Jake had a pair of balls that were unbelievable! His scrotum hung down like a pendulum, all hair-covered and baggy, while his balls appeared like two swollen balloons inside the thing. I tried to let Jake be the aggressor the way men like, but I couldn't help myself. I grabbed those balls and squeezed them until he bellowed for mercy!

"Fuck all mighty, Martha!" he groaned when I let go. "You tryin' to kill me or something? Fuck all mighty that hurts!"

I almost screwed up again because he was in real pain, but he wanted to fuck me too bad to give up.

"Now take it easy, okay?" he cautioned as he touched my arm.