Charles Richards - A Kingdom Of Love

She did not want to remove the collar for it was the symbol of submission, and once her mind embraced the idea in its full scope, well, she had an excuse to suck the horse's cock. So instead of trying any further to make her mouth bigger, she contented herself with lipping the end while her teeth ran smoothly over the blunt face. Her tongue tip licked the slit of the horse prick while her hands jacked off the shaft. She let her vocal cords hum on the end of it while her tongue licked frantic patterns on the slit purple disc. Her hands could feel the huge member swell and stiffen with her rapid strokes. Then she sucked.

But Myrna was not satisfied. She heard the growling deep in the girl's throat and took it for the hungry sound it was. However, when Joan did not try to choke herself with the prick but instead seemed to settle for a hum and a hand-job, Myrna was miffed to say the least.

Crack!! The whip tip popped beneath Joan's crouching hips and the girl felt gravel spray her loins and twat.

Joan increased the power of her strokes down the length of the gigantic organ and revolved her head and mouth around the tip. Myrna could hear the sucking sounds increase and leaned closer to the event.

The purplish-black flesh of the distended horse cock glistened out of Clyde's belly like a baton. Myrna could no longer remain reserved. With a snarl much like a beast she threw herself to her knees and began to lick the pony's balls. They tasted of grass and sweat and earth and something beastly secret and somehow filled with the zest of life.

Myrna's mouth was hungry for the flavor and she sucked and tongued the wrinkled, loose, hanging scrotal sack with fervor. She took one of the balls into her mouth, then the other, and she heard the pony neigh She could nearly feel the thunder of his orgasm as the huge shaft swelled like a pole past Myrna's ear. Frantically, as if frenzy would somehow overcome her late entrance into the carnal event, Myrna gobbled her way up the length of the prick until she came to Joan's startled eyes and vibrating lips. Then hungrily, because she felt the horse cock spasm and was afraid to be left out, she pulled Joan's face to hers and glued her lips to the seal between Joan's lips and Clyde's cock.

Just then the horse came and Joan's lips slipped off the end to receive Myrna's kiss. The freed member shot huge gobs of hot cum into both their faces as the two women frantically licked the fluid into their mouths. The cock shot another load and splashed Joan's cheek. Hungrily, Myrna licked it off, then turned to take the next load in her mouth.

Like a team then, they alternated turns until every drop of the orgasm was devoured. Unsatiated they fell into each other's arms beneath the horse.

As the women kissed and sucked their volcanic mouths slickly together, their bodies writhed and finally bumped the horse nearly onto his back.

Startled he stood up, but the women were unmindful of him anymore.

Mindlessly Joan kissed her way down Myrna's throat while her fingers ripped the raincoat open. She fastened her mouth to suckle on the woman's breast as her hand stole across Myrna's resilient flesh to her cunt. The slit opened greedily and Joan plunged two fingers into the juicy box.

Myrna moaned and clutched the back of Joan's head tightly against her tit. The nipple felt as if it would burst from the pleasure of Joan's hot kiss. Her other hand struggled between the buns of Joan's firm ass and found the frothing spongy entrance to her cunt. Joan growled deeply in her throat and savagely tongued Myrna's breast while her fingers plunged in and out of the woman's pussy.

And Myrna responded the same way. Like fornicating beasts they groveled together mindless of anything but their own desperate needs while climax after vicious climax caused them to shudder together as if they were both having fits.

Finally they quieted and after a long while Joan heard the gentle whimpers of Myrna's crying. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

Myrna just shook her head mutely with her eyes clenched tightly closed.

"Myrna, what is it?" Joan's voice was instant.

"Oh, I don't know!" Exasperated tears were running wildly down her cheeks. Sobbing she got to her feet. "Oh, damn you, damn you, damn you … take off my collar and give it back to me. I don't want to tame you anymore."

"As you wish." Joan spoke evenly through her cheshire mask and smiled.

Joan stumbled back to her compartment window, taking off her uncomfortable leathers. She was caked with mud and sweat beneath them and she smelled like a horse. Rather than undress in the cramped room she took the garments off outside and trundled tiredly up the ladder.

Once inside she switched on the light and found the door to her room ajar. The key must be back!!

She looked about her quickly but found no evidence of its presence.

Well, at least I can go through the door for a while, she thought. But I've got to get clean!

She took a towel and soap from the cupboard behind a small mirror and trailed it behind her as she went down the corridor to the shower.

"God, I hope no one's using it; I don't think I'd be willing to wait."

She mused to herself, but on the other hand if someone was using the shower she hoped it would be Gloria.

But alas, it was free after all. Quickly, Joan adjusted the water to a fine hot spray and gratefully plunged beneath the soothing liquid. She let the warmth sink into her tired, bruised body and slumped against the wall.

After nearly half an hour she soaped herself until she felt refreshed and then adjusted the temperature until the needle pointed to water that was icy cold. She shivered for a few moments with her teeth clenched, then finally shut the water off and stepped out of the stall.

She rubbed her goosepimpled flesh briskly until it glowed with new life. Her throat was raw and tender where the collar had chafed her skin. Her shoulder ached and the scratches on her hip smarted from the mauling she had taken from Andy. And underneath it all her body wracked with fatigue. It was as if she were a balloon suddenly deflated and she felt almost sick for the need of sleep. Wrapping the towel about her and tucking the end of it between her cool, swollen breasts to bold, Joan made her way back to her compartment.

"Hello, Joan." Amanda Westmore stood in the compartment doorway as the girl rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Is it that late already?" yawned Joan. She felt as though she had only slept a moment before Amanda's knock awakened her.

"It's nearly noon," said Amanda, "but I can well see how you might be tired. Look, dear! I've brought Eric with me."

"Oh, Eric!" Joan's sleepy mood changed instantly and she was wide awake. "Let me have him," she said anxiously, reaching down toward the box on the floor beside Amanda.

"Not yet, my dear. First, you and I have got to talk."

"There's nothing to be said." Joan was sullen. "What's done is done and there's no way to undo it. Believe me, I've tried to think of ways ever since it happened."

"Never mind feeling sorry for yourself, Joan. I won't hear any more of it. Right now we've got to talk about what you're going to do from now on."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you certainly can't stay with the circus after all the trouble there has been. Don't tell me you haven't thought of that yet."

Amanda's voice was stern.

"Well, I…"

"It's time you faced life; my dear. You can't go on being irresponsible to everything but sex. There's not always going to be someone around to clean up your messes.

"Oh, but Amanda! What can be done?" Joan burst into tears.

"Everything's already ruined. Mae's dead and they're going to shoot Andy."

"No, they're not, my dear. At least that's one part that's changed.