Richard Long - Beasts are better

The women staggered away from the animals in a state of near-shock. They had been fucked almost senseless and neither had any feeling left in her pussy or clitoris. Eileen sagged against the fence, struggling to keep her wet pussy off the dusty floor of the corral and Doreen propped herself up beside her. Together they panted and sighed as the effects of the tumultuous lovemaking slowly wore off. When they had recovered enough to look at each other they read the satisfaction on each other's faces and smiled weakly.

"That ought to be enough to last me an hour or two!" Doreen muttered, giving a wry smile at the thought of another fucking session with either of the lusty brutes. "Oooohh, what a prick that horse has!"

They dried their pussies and began dressing. Eileen unfastened the rope which had snubbed Ace's nose down to the thick post and unhobbled him; he staggered away weakly when his feet were freed. She led Jackson over to the waiting gelding, who had watched the entire proceedings with a eunuch's interest. She explained to Doreen that if she waited any longer to move back to the ranch's headquarters she would probably not he able to move at all. Doreen said that she was also near total physical collapse. Eileen swung up into the saddle and set off at a slow trot. Halfway to the ranch house she looked back and saw a spiral of dust rising behind her and within a few minutes Doreen bumped past in the pickup. Eileen barely had enough strength to turn Jackson into his corral and to unsaddle her gelding. After that she tottered into her bathroom, stripped and collapsed into a tubful of hot, scented bath water where she remained for nearly an hour.

Doreen came by later that afternoon for a drink. Naps had refreshed both and they compared notes on their experiences with the animals. They agreed that Ace's climax was perhaps a trifle stronger than Jackson's but also agreed that both beasts were superb cunt pokers. They were on the verge of getting a cold supper when the telephone rang. Eileen went into her office to answer it; when she emerged, her face was chalk-white and she looked dazed.

"That was Jack," she whispered. "My son! He's in Salt Lake City and wants me to drive in and pick him up!"

Doreen insisted that Eileen allow her to drive into the city with her and Eileen agreed. She felt that if she had to make the long drive alone she might fall asleep at the wheel. They set out together, forgetting about their meal in the excitement, and Eileen explained the situation as she drove. It developed that young Jack had been excused from his final examinations as a result of superior work done in class during the school year. The school was a fairly progressive one and was currently in an experiment designed to de-emphasize exam taking.

"Don't forget," Doreen told her when they were about halfway to the city, "you're going to force the issue with him. You're going to face up to your desire for him, and his for you, and you're going to show that young man that that Easter fling was no one-shot deal."

Eileen quailed at the very thought of forcing herself on her son, though she knew that she wanted him desperately. She promised that she would take the fatal step that very night, although she knew in her heart that she might very well lose her courage at the last moment and back out. She said nothing about this to Doreen, who seemed utterly assured that everything would work out all right, and on this note they drove out to the airport.

Eileen had originally intended to greet her son with a French kiss, hoping that so intimate a gesture would show him that she was entirely willing to pick up where they had left off at Easter, but her courage failed her at the last moment. Instead she gave him a motherly buss and cursed herself for being so chicken-hearted. She nevertheless felt a warning flash of sexual fire running through her pussy and clit when she saw her son. He had grown at least an inch, now standing a couple of inches over six feet, and was more handsome than ever.

She introduced him to Doreen, who smiled in a friendly fashion. When Jack turned back to his mother Doreen licked her lips in a way that left no doubt as to her desire for the well-built young man. Eileen let her son drive back to the ranch. Doreen sat in the back seat of the station wagon. When Eileen looked back, she saw that the woman had taken advantage of her position directly behind Jack and was slyly fingering her pussy as she carried on a conversation with them! Eileen's face burned hotly when she saw what her friend was doing and another powerful surge of sexual arousal swept through her pussy. By the time they pulled into the yard of the ranch house she was beside herself with a lusty fervor; it was as though she had never been fucked before!

When she and Jack were alone in the big house, Eileen told herself every moment that now was the opportunity for which she had been waiting and that she must now make her move and assert her sexual interest in him. But she could not bring herself to make the decisive, irrevocable step. Twice she felt that the lad was going to sweep her into his arms but on both occasions he backed away and quickly changed the subject of their conversation. She went to bed alone that night. She was so thoroughly aroused by the thought of Jack's cock that she masturbated to a pair of orgasms before she could finally go to creamy sleep.

She encountered Doreen soon after breakfast the next morning and the canny woman at once read the lines of frustration and sexual anguish. Eileen nodded at the unasked question, ashamed of her own cowardice. But Doreen didn't berate her. She instead proposed a plan by which Eileen could gain her objective without frontally attacking her son. Doreen admitted that she had stayed awake for most of the night, alternately giving herself pleasure with one or both of her jack-off gadgets, and then contriving situations which would give Eileen a perfect excuse for getting her son's stiff cock rammed deep into her cunt.

Doreen suggested that she would slip into the youth's bedroom and take him by surprise. If he was like most young men, she said, he would very likely have an early-morning hard-on. Doreen referred to it as a "piss-hard". It would serve their purposes as well as any other kind of stiff prick. She would fall upon him and begin sucking his cock and when he awakened she would explain that she had been looking for his mother but had blundered into his room by mistake. Seeing his magnificent cock had inflamed her pussy with an irresistible urge to be fucked. She had then lost control of herself and fallen upon him.

"He won't be able to resist that," Doreen confidently stated. "And when I get him in a red-hot fucking mood is time for you to come in. You can pop into the bedroom when I'm getting ready to mount him and just let nature take its course, okay?"

Eileen agreed to that. Her pussy was so anxious that she would have accepted almost any scheme which had suggestion of success. She directed her friend down to Jack's room and waited outside the door. Doreen left it half-ajar, as she advanced toward the youth's bed. Eileen had sneaked a cautious look inside the room before motioning Doreen forward; that look made her fiery nipples pound against her bra. Jack was lying on his back with the sheet pushed down around his ankles and his big prick stretching full length across his flat, muscular belly. The tool was fully grown and a deep-pink in color. Eileen's quick glimpse was enough to show her that he had added at least an inch to the cockshaft. His prick was the juiciest fucking instrument she had ever seen on any man – including her husband. Her pussy began pounding insistently with a mad, lustful beat.

Eileen hadn't worn panties that morning and, as she leaned against the doorway and listened to Doreen's hot, moist mouth sucking at the lad's stiff cock, she found it impossible to keep her hands away from the bubbling slit between her thighs. She lifted the hem of her dress and found the wet, hot gash. She played with the lips and stroked her clitoris, growing more excited every second.