Kathleen Hennessy - Bestiality and a Young Girl

"Of course," she insisted.

"I should have known you were like that," he said. "Any girl who hangs around a race track has to be. Tell me, was I as good as that horse and dog?"

"You were even better," she said, pressing into him.

He pushed her away.

"I wish I could believe that," he said. "I really do."

And then he bent over and got his clothes and began to dress.

"It sure has been nice walking with you," he said. "I had planned on us doing this all season."

"And now you don't want to? Is that it?"

"Well," he said, "you might have other things you'll want to do from now on."

"Not if I can have you," she said, trying to mean it.

"You say that now, but one of these days you'll think how much better it could be with an animal and then you'll go after one, and that'll be the end of me. No, my cock isn't that big, and it can't stay hard that long."

"It's good enough for me," she insisted.

"For now it is, but not always."

She grabbed onto his arm. "It'll always be good enough for me. Please believe that."

"I want to," he said, "but you see, I just can't. I've seen too many girls like you. They all end up the same. You'll end up like that also, and I just don't want to be around to see it."

"Maybe you can change me," she cried. "Maybe you can see that that doesn't happen to me."

"I tried with that other girl, and I failed," he said. "I failed her and now she's dead. I'd fail you the same way. And like I said, I don't want to be around to see the same thing happen to you. I just couldn't take it a second time."

"It wouldn't happen to me," she said, grabbing onto him and kissing him all over his face and neck. "It wouldn't. You wouldn't fail me.

He pushed her away, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Don't make this any harder than it already is," he almost yelled at her. "Can't you see what you're doing to me? Why did you have to tell me anyway? Why couldn't you have lied? Why?"

She thought he was going to cry, but he didn't. He was too manly for that. He would never cry in front of her anyway, although he might go off and cry by himself sometime. That would be his way, and he would never be like Phil, who would and did cry in front of everybody. She watched him as he walked away. She lay on the ground for the longest time and finally she got to her feet. She picked up her clothes and slowly made her way back to the stable. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed again. She was still naked. Maybe someone would see her this way and rape her. At this point she really didn't care what happened to her.

Phil and Jack were both asleep when she made her way into the room. She wondered what time it was, but she didn't bother to look and see. She walked right into the stable where the horses were and she made her way to the male stud. He was lying down and asleep. She began to stroke him and that woke him.

"I guess you're all I have left," she said, feeling herself about to cry. "Yes, I guess I am doomed just like Tom said I was. I don't care though. I don't care at all."

The horse was standing on his feet now.

"I guess he smells me," she said, seeing his erection. "Yes, he smells me all right."

She fell to her knees and brought her face right up close to his cock.

She rubbed it against her cheek and then she rubbed it all over her face.

"You'll never know how good that feels to me," she said out loud. "No, you'll just never know. In fact, I don't even think that I know even."

She was holding onto it and she was rubbing it across her forehead.

"Oh, you're so very big and so very hard," she said. "No man could ever be this big and this hard. Not even Tom. He was pretty big and he was real hard, but even he wasn't this hard and this big. You are the hardest and the biggest that I've ever seen. And just think? There are probably animals, and even some horses, who are bigger and harder than you even."

She continued to rub his cock back and forth against her forehead, and then she rubbed it against her cheeks again, and then right under her nose and across her closed lips, and then on her chin, and then under her chin.

"This is the only kind of cock for me from now on," she said in a whisper.

And with that she began to suck on the head of his cock. It seemed even harder than it had the time before. It tasted so bitter too. More bitter than it had before. But that was okay with her. The more bitter he tasted, the better she liked it. In fact, it turned her on even more than she was all ready.

She could feel the cock bulging out the side of her cheeks and she tried to get even more of it into her mouth. She wished she could get his whole cock in her mouth, but even she knew that that was impossible. Would she end up like that other girl? Maybe, but right now it didn't matter to her. That just might be the best way to die anyway.

After all, she had to die someday, anyway. Why not die fucking a horse?

What other ways were there that would feel so good? Who knows, she might die right at the point of orgasm. That way she might not even know she was even dying. She would feel the come shooting into her, and that would be all she felt.

Tom was just jealous, that's all. All men would be like that, and she was glad that she found that out now. None of them could stand the fact that they weren't super studs that they passed themselves off to be.

They were nothing compared to this great big beautiful animal.

She sucked harder and harder on the horse's cock, sliding her mouth back and forth on him. She could feel him throbbing already and his hooves beat a nervous tattoo on the ground as she brought him along the way she wanted him to come. Oh come now, she said to herself, I'm ready for you, beautiful stud.

And she was ready at that. She was ready for anything at that point.

She kept sucking just as hard as she possibly could and she could feel the horse's cock expanding in her mouth, and then she could feel the come just shooting out of him and filling her right up and spilling over her lips.

Like always, there was just too much come for her to hold in her mouth, and too much for her to swallow. She swallowed as much as she could, but it came out too fast for her to swallow it all. And there was just too much of it. She did the best that she could, and she got as much of it as she could.

The rest of it ran down her chin and down her neck and was running all over her body. She drank down his come and felt it burning her throat.

She could feel it as it ran all the way down to her stomach. The taste of it drove her out of her mind. It was so bitter and so sweet at the same time.

She felt her mouth getting hotter and hotter inside and that just made her suck on him all the harder. That just made her whole body burn up all the more inside. She could feel the twitching in her cunt, and she knew what was causing that. She thought about Chris' horse and how his cock had felt inside her, and she could just imagine how this horse's cock would feel inside her.

Thinking about Chris' horse though, she began to think about Chris. I wonder if he even knows that I'm gone? I wonder if he even cares? She knew that he couldn't possible care, and that he was probably glad to get rid of her. After all, she knew too much about him, and that was something she could have held against him.

This way, he didn't have to worry about her telling anyone. Not that she would have told anyone, and not that she could have told anyone without implicating herself. She tried to blot all of that out of her mind though as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing.

Sucking on this cock was the only thing that was really important to her, and she knew that. It was stiff hard, and it was still in her mouth, and that was where she always wanted to keep it. Except for those times of course when it was in her cunt. That was the only other place she wanted this cock to be. Of course, there was her asshole as well. Tom had shown her how good that could feel, and if for nothing else, she could be grateful to him for that.