Kathleen Hennessy - Bestiality and a Young Girl

Well, she thought, one of them is going to have to hold two people.

Either Phil is going to be sleeping with me, or he's going to have to bunk in with his father. Vicky couldn't imagine herself sleeping with the father.

There was a small stove and a refrigerator in the room as well. Later on, Vicky cooked a small supper, and the three of them sat around eating it. Vicky and Phil sat on one bed, and Jack sat over on the other. I guess this is how we're going to be sleeping too, Vicky thought.

As far as Vicky was concerned, it didn't matter to her whether she slept with Phil. What mattered was that she get a chance at his horse.

She had gotten a good look at that horse and she could see that he had a huge cock. It was soft at the time, but Vicky could picture in her mind what it would look like once it was hard, and she couldn't wait to see it hard.

They finished their supper and then Jack decided to talk about his sex life with his wife. His wife had just died the year before, and as Phil told her later, that was all his father ever wanted to talk about anymore.

"Yeah," he said, "my wife was some hunk of ass. She could throw the meanest fuck in the world. She'd wrap those legs of hers around me and then she would grind that pussy of hers against me, and we would fuck like it was the last time. Yeah, we put everything in each and every fuck."

The old man went on and on like that, until finally he had fallen asleep with his clothes on. He was lying on top of the blankets, and Phil and Vicky undressed him and got him under the blankets. He didn't wake up once while they were doing it, and he had this evil grin on his face the whole time.

"He's dreaming about it," Phil said.

Phil and Vicky stood on opposite sides of the old man's bed just looking at each other.

"What he didn't tell you," Phil said, "was how my mother liked to go after the horses as well. She couldn't stay away from them. More than once I saw her sucking off one of our horses and I even saw her fuck one of them. In fact, she got this job in Mexico in a nightclub where she fucks a horse.

"You see, she really isn't dead, and in fact, she's very much alive.

She does this act in this club. What they do is they tie pieces of string around the horse's cock, an inch or so apart. The louder the audience claps, the more of the horse's cock my mother lets in her.

"I guess she does pretty well at it, and once I even went and saw her do it. My father knows, but he won't admit it. He still believes she died, and it's better for him if he thinks that. Otherwise he might lose his mind completely. He couldn't stand to know the truth."

Vicky lit a cigarette and walked over to the small window. She felt restless all of a sudden. "I can see that you're just like my mother,"

Phil said, coming up behind her. "Yeah, I can smell it on you. You're just dying to go out there and fuck one of those horses, or at least suck one of them off. I know your kind. You're all alike, and you all smell the same. I knew that when I just saw you standing by the road. I could tell it from the way you were standing, from the way you had your legs spread."

"Is that why you can't get it up?" she said, turning on him savagely.

She was breathing fast and so was he. They looked at each other like two animals about to do battle. Phil reached behind her and got his hands in her hair and pulled her towards him. He kissed her hard on the mouth and then pushed her away.

"That's all you're good for," she said, almost spitting the words in his face.

He fell to his knees, and as he did so, he pulled her blue jeans and panties down. She could feel his tongue between her legs and he was rimming her pussy and then he was getting his tongue right inside her.

She liked it at first, but then she knew she needed a lot more.

She pushed him away, took off all her clothes, and went into the part of the stable where the horses were. Her pussy reeked of its juices, and she knew that her scent went just ahead of her. Let him smell me first, she said, looking at the male horse. Let him know what he's about to get.

The horse was standing perfectly still. His cock was still soft. Vicky went up to him and began to stroke his flanks.

"Do you smell me yet, big boy?" she said. "Would you like to lick me out?"

The horse still didn't move. Vicky moved around in front of the horse, and pulled his head down so that it was right against her hairy mound.

"Smell that," she said in a whisper.

The horse was moving his head from side to side, and he was rubbing his nose against her hairy mound. All of a sudden she had an idea. She jumped on his neck, getting her legs right around him. His huge head was pressed in right between her legs this way, and his nose was pressed right into her pussy.

She could feel him rubbing his nose around inside her and then she felt his tongue. Now he was licking her pussy as well as sniffing it. She was having a hard time holding herself up on the horse's neck like this, but then she felt someone holding her up from behind. It was Phil and he was holding her up so that she wouldn't have to hold herself up.

Now she was free to do what she wanted. She pressed her pussy hard against the horse's mouth, and she felt his tongue going right inside her. She could feel how big it was, and what it was doing inside her.

She could feel her juices flowing already, and she could feel her whole body trembling like it was.

She wrapped her legs around the horse's neck just as hard as she could, and she pressed her pussy into his open mouth just as hard as she could. He was making his tongue do all sorts of things inside her, and that was making her come even more than she had been. Her cunt was filling up with her sex juices now.

She closed her cunt muscles all around his tongue, and just held him tight inside her. His tongue was hard as a man's cock, and maybe even harder. She couldn't wait to get his cock inside her. That must be really something, she thought to herself. Yes, that must be really something.

It's so good, she thought. It's so very good. I could have him do this forever. She pressed into the horse's mouth even harder and she felt her thighs opening even wider. The horse's tongue was going in and out of her just as fast as it could, and she was coming just as much as she could.

Her orgasm just overtook her and it made her shake all the more. She felt Phil getting weaker, and she could tell he wouldn't be able to hold her up much longer. She began to shake even more as the come rushed out of her like it was never going to stop. The horse kept licking it all up.

Finally, Phil dropped her, but she managed to hang on by herself. She finally slid down to the floor and lay there on her back. Phil was over in a corner of the stable crying like a baby. She couldn't think about him now. There were lots more important things for her to think about.

She felt the horse bending over her, his head hovering just above her hairy mound. Pretty soon he was pressing his nose into her hairy mound and then he was licking the soft, wet hairs. Her hair was saturated with her come as were her thighs. He began licking her all over in an eager fashion.

Vicky just lay there letting the horse lick her wherever he wanted to.

And he seemed to want to lick her in the right places. He licked her stomach and up the rippled flesh of her long slender torso.

Slowly the heat of passion rose to her tits, and then back down to her hairy mound. His tongue seemed to be all over her, and she could feel it going right through her.

"That's it," she was whispering. "That feels so good."

The horse's tongue was right down between her legs now, and he was licking up the come that was just outside her cunt. He was licking her cuntlips and her clit, and he was licking them real hard. The sensations went right through her and she didn't ever want him to stop.