Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

"Does he have a big prick?" Joan asked with a touch of excitement in her voice.

Myrna stared at the girl and was thrown off balance by the innocence inherent in the question. "Big enough," she said defensively. Then she added with catty gloating, "Are you familiar with a horse's sexual organs, my dear?"

"Oh yes," replied Joan. "My uncle has a breeding farm in Kentucky and my family goes there all the time. "Will it bother him if I touch it?"

"No. Be my guest," Myrna said completely at a loss as to how to stump the girl.

Joan moved in next to the pony, then dropped to her knees beside him and took the sheath of skin gently in her hand.

At her first touch the nearly flat head of his prick showed itself bluntly at the end of the skin. It was purple-grey and shiny, and Joan could feel the enormous volume move beneath her hand. On the slit end a drop of white fluid formed and stood like the white of an unseeing eye on the blunt stick. Joan stroked her hand over the length of the skin covered shaft and it slid farther into the air. It was big-but not so big as the stallions' on my uncle's stud farm, Joan thought. She increased the steady strokes until the organ stuck out of the sheath of skin nearly a foot. It looked shiny and black and curved up at the end until the last four inches of the blunt tip were nearly perpendicular to the pony's chest.

"It's big, isn't it?" Myrna interrupted Joan's inspection of the gigantic organ.

"Big enough," Joan answered the woman, mimicking the words and tone of Myrna's earlier remark. "Do you fuck him, Myrna, or just watch?" Joan turned her gaze coolly on the woman.

"Fuck him, my dear." Myrna raised her eyebrows in mock horror. "What do you think?"

Joan did not answer but instead placed her lips against the blunt-ended horse cock and murmured something to herself.

"Would you like to watch me fuck him, Myrna?" Joan asked with the back of her head to the older woman.

"If that's what you want," Myrna replied, now even more unsure of what to make of Joan. The girl seemed open to anything, and therefore Myrna could not find a way to blow her cool.

"I don't really care if you watch or not," Joan informed her as she rose and straddled the pony. Her hand toyed briefly with the wet slick lips of her cunt and she lowered her body slowly to the animal's stumpy cock. When she felt the blunt head touch the inner flesh of her labia, she paused and looked at Myrna.

"You expect me to hurt myself, don't you?" she asked when she found a cruel smile on Myrna's lips.

"I don't expect anything, my dear. You seem to know what you are doing, in any event." Myrna's voice was a sarcastic drawl.

Joan did not reply but instead bent all her concentration to her body and to her cunt's attempt to swallow the enormous organ.

She concentrated her breathing until only her chest moved and her abdomen was still as she relaxed the muscles of her thighs and panting cunt. She forced herself to look far off at some spot of indefinable light in the distance. The muscles of her pussy relaxed completely and she let her thigh muscles stretch to their greatest extent. Slowly she let the weight go out of her lower body and felt the blunt-headed tool of the pony's member move deeper between her cunt's slick, soft lips.

Myrna had moved closer when no sound came from Joan and she looked at the concentrating girl intensely. But Joan ignored her and centered her entire being on assuming the gigantic cylinder into her pussy with the minimum amount of fussing.

She breathed slowly and evenly, then fell into an escalating dog pant as first one inch, then two, of the blunt prick worked its way into her depths. She began to sweat with the effort of making no sudden motions and Myrna interpreted the struggle to mean she was in pain.

"Sometimes a little scream lets it feel better right away," she advised like a lewd pedant.

Joan let a slow smile roll up from her lips and into her eyes as the prick made its way a little deeper. She let her eyes roll up in her head as far as they would and her head lolled back on her shoulders. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips. Nearly five inches of the enormous instrument were buried in her box and she began to rock herself on it. She felt the rest of the shank touch the elastic ridge between her pussy and her asshole and she clenched the buns of her ass tightly against it.

Myrna saw the distended, purple-black flesh of the pony's cock disappear smoothly into the girl and she was amazed. The little bitch must be incredibly limber, Myrna thought. She was transfixed at the sight of the girl and the pony and almost unconsciously her hand stole to the thick bush about her own hot pussylips. She remembered how painful that very cock had been when she had first attempted to mount it herself. For the first time, something like respect for the slim girl was felt in Myrna's breast. A little doubt of her own ability to tame Joan crept into Myrna, and it was the first time since her sister Amanda that any such thought had occupied her. But she had broken her sister's will. And she would break Joan's as well.

Joan had given herself over completely to the feelings between her legs as the gigantic organ pulsed in her cunt. Her own juices lubricated the blunt shaft as it slid in and out of the flexible walls of her box. She could feel the heat of the huge meat as she humped herself up and down on the shaft. It was like a slab of hot iron as it throbbed to-and-fro inside her. The blunt tip glanced against her cervix at the bottom of her hump and she grunted as she experienced a muted pain. God! Had she already taken in that much of his length? A self-satisfied expression sifted across her face, Myrna sensed a growing defeat in herself as she saw the cheshire smile reach Joan's lips. Bitch! she wailed to herself.

Joan was much too involved with fucking the pony to care what Myrna thought. She swayed her spine forward and cocked her hips like pivots over the massive erection. Then she rippled the long muscles attaching the base of her spine to her hip fronts and slowly ground her pelvis around the cock. Myrna could only marvel at the intense concentration Joan put into the act. She literally chugged her hips like slow moving cartwheels while her trunk remained rigid above. Like a piston driving the wheels of her hips Joan lowered and raised her torso rapidly as her hips thrashed around the tremendous rigid rod of horseflesh below. The girl's body was quickly wet with the effort and her hands ran over her now slick flesh. She found the buds of her nipples and rolled them in a counter rhythm to her rocking hip thrusts. Drops of perspiration began coursing down her brow. It was as if she were mesmerized into some pagan dance, drumming her hips around the phallus with her back arching her breasts to the gods above. She began running her hands up the slopes of her breasts as if they were mute offerings to the god of love. Joan shook the sweat from her eyes and gulped draughts of air into her churning body. Then like a racing filly who had found her pace, she began an even gallop within the saddle of her hips.

"Oh yes! I'm cumming-horsey cock, rock me home. Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Myrna felt as though she were attending some sacred event and for the moment forgot any thoughts of taming Joan. The picture she made as she fucked the horse was so purely erotic that fascination soon turned to the need for more satisfaction and she cast about for the whip. Without even thinking of using it for any other purpose, Myrna pressed the whip handle to the lips of her pussy and pushed it in. Under certain conditions she would have considered using the whip on the girl.

But that obviously was not going to be so easy with Joan. The girl certainly was not like Oliver-or Amanda, for that matter. Her presence seemed to exude the strength of steel. Myrna compared Joan's personality to Justice's physique and found them alarmingly similar.