The wife does dogs

CHAPTER 8

Leaving the cabin, Carson had cut through the woods and angled down to the stream, further along and down current from where his son was jerking off on the bank. Intent on seeking the stag, Carson failed to notice the thick globs of jism that flowed along, bobbling on the surface of the water, nor the open-mouthed catfish that nibbled at the stuff. He followed along a narrow trail, his camera ready, hoping to get a picture that might be published in

"Field and Stream." Although he had not had his customary fuck the night before, nor this morning, Carson, unlike his over-sexed wife, was not feeling at all horny. But that was a situation that was very soon going to be changed in a most dramatic fashion. He rounded a bend in the trail and halted. The trees ahead bent over the path on both sides, forming a leafy archway and through that archway a pony was trotting towards him. A young blonde girl was astride the pony, riding bareback. For an instant, Carson was puzzled, under the illusion that the girl had two heads. Then he realized that the pony was being ridden double and that the rider behind looked exactly like the one in front. Seeing the man blocking the trail, the lead rider drew back on the reins and the sturdy pony clattered to a halt a few yards from Carson. The pony snorted, twisting its neck from side to side and, from its back, the two girls smiled. The twin in back had her head forward so that she was cheek to cheek with her sister. The girls had short, curly, sunstreaked hair, wide set eyes, full, sensual mouths, and freckles scattered across their cheeks. Their eyes were green as the forest. Filtered sunlight dappled them. Carson noticed that the rider behind was clinging to the one in front and that her hands had shifted up so that she was cupping her identical sister's plump tits. His prick gave a little ripple at that sight. But Carson, who believed incest and lesbianism to be rare, supposed that the tit grip was accidental. Both girls wore very short cut-off jeans, the denim dragged up into the vee of their crotches. White cotton tee shirts molded their firm, thrusting tits. It was an erotic sight! Carson thought, those two sexy, perfectly identical young girls seated bareback astride the pony. But horseback riding was a good, clean, healthy sport, and the innocent fellow was ashamed of himself for seeing the girls as sex symbols. He stepped closer. The pony shied and nickered softly, tossing its head, its thick mane flowing. The beast's sturdy flanks and broad chest were frothy and lathered.

"Hi," the first twin said in a friendly fashion. "Sorry we almost rode you down, Mister. I didn't expect anyone to be walking out here this early in the day. We…" she turned to give her sister a meaningful wink "… we like our privacy."

Both girls giggled, surprising Carson. What was so funny about wanting privacy? He wondered.

"You a photographer?" the second twin asked, noticing Carson's expensive camera. "We like to have our pictures taken."

"Oh, well… I photograph animals in the wild," he replied.

"We're kind of wild," said the first girl.

"Errr… I was looking for the white stag that roams this forest," Carson explained, not wanting to get hooked into wasting film on human subjects or domestic ponies, although he had to admit that the sexy little sisters would make remarkable subjects. "I don't suppose you might have seen the beast?"

"Naw," the first twin said. Then she added, "I'm Molly and this is my twin sister,

Wanda."

"Errr… Carson Smith."

Carson was disturbed by the presence of these nubile, giggling girls. His cock was starting to pulse and swell alarmingly and he was terrified that the girls might notice the mobile lump in his trousers. How embarrassing for a middle-aged gentleman to become sexually excited by teenage girls! They were both giving him impish looks, as if maybe they were aware of his discomfort. He noticed that, although the pony was standing steady, the girls were sliding and squirming on the beast's broad back.

"Well, nice to have met you," he said, anxious to be off, thinking that maybe when he fucked his wife later that day, he would fantasize about these twin nymphettes. He stepped forward, turning sideways so that he could slip by them on the narrow trail. As he drew abreast of the mounted pony, Carson noticed a very interesting thing. The girl behind was still holding her sister's plump titties and her hands were moving, fondling those thrusting mounds. At the same time she was arching her back and rubbing her own tits against her sister. His eyes flickered lower. The girl in back had her belly thrust out, her crotch tight against her sister's shapely little ass. And, most exciting of all, the narrow crotch bands of both the girl's shorts were dark and damp!

Carson gulped. He told himself that their crotches must have become wet from the lathered pony's sweat. And yet it looked remarkably like cuntjuice that had seeped into the denim. Even as he stared at them, a frothy trickle of juice slid out from the cut off leg hole of Molly's shorts and ran down her slim thigh, leaving a glistening trail like the track of a snail. Despite himself, Carson could not help but stop and stare. He heard the girls giggle again. Embarrassed, the nervous man averted his gaze. But when he lowered his eyes, he was startled to notice an even more remarkable sight. The pony had a hard-on!

That huge erection was getting bigger and harder by the instant. The pony's balls were swollen, as big as melons under his haunches and its thick long stalk sprouted out so far that his cockhead almost jutted out between his front legs. That cockhead

was slick and black, the naked meat flaring out from the leathery sheath. A few drops of creamy spunk bubbled on the dark meat, oozing from the brute's open piss-hole and sliding down his prick-knob. Carson gasped in shock.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asked. Molly hooked one foot around and rubbed her ankle against the pony's prick experimentally.

"Oh, this damned pony has got another hard-on," she said.

"Yeah? He's a horny horse, ain't he? Hell, we just took care of him back at the stable before we came out for a ride- "

"Well, riding him bareback, with our cunts getting all hot and juicy, turns him on," Molly explained. Then she grinned. "Not that I mind it!"

"I guess we better empty his balls again, huh?" Wanda suggested. Carson stared in dumbfounded amazement. Were they serious? Were they just teasing him? They seemed to have forgotten his presence, for the moment. Molly drew her leg across and slid gracefully down to the ground. Wanda followed suit. As she raised her far leg, Carson saw a wisp of cunt-hair curling from the leg hole of her shorts and saw that her crotch was as swampy as her sister's. The two nubile twins, smiling and giggling, knelt down beside the pony, inspecting his hard-on. Carson was sure they must have forgotten he was there. But then Wanda turned and grinned at him.

"You can take pictures, if you want to," she said. Carson gulped. Well, they'd be wildlife pictures, of a sort, he thought, although they'd never be printed in "Field and Stream." The man was totally fascinated. He knew that he should hasten away from this bizarre depravity but he was rooted to the spot, his eyes glued on the naughty twins and their horny pony. His cock was so hard by this time that he thought it must be damned near as huge as the pony's prick, while his balls, which had not been emptied in two days now, were swollen so much that he was standing bowlegged around them. Molly reached out, palm upwards, and ran her hand along the length of the underside of the pony's stalk. "Ummm… nice and stiff," she whispered, tickling him under his swollen crown. Wanda cupped his massive scumbags in her hand, lifting and fondling the leathery cum skins and nodding, as if satisfied that they contained plenty of joyjuice. The pony snorted, pawing at the earth with one hind hoof and tossing his silky-maned head about. Sinew and muscle rippled in his powerful withers and haunches. He made a little humping movement, shoving his cock out over Molly's hand. It seemed obvious that the pony was well aware of what was going to happen to him and that it had certainly happened in the past. Carson felt that he should be disgusted by the scene but he was fascinated.

"We better get naked first, huh?" Wanda suggested.

"Yeah," Molly agreed. She turned to look at Carson. "You better take your clothes off, too, or else move farther away. This damned pony squirts cum all over the place and there ain't no sense in getting your clothes all slimy, right?"

The twins drew their tee shirts off then squirmed out of their shorts. Neither wore bra or panties. Their nubile bodies were as identical as their faces, thrusting tits capped by stiff pink tips and tawny triangles spreading on their flat bellies. They had slim, shapely legs and pert, teardrop-shaped asses. Ribbons of pussyjuice slid down the insides of their smooth thighs. Carson was amazed by their nonchalance. Naked before a total stranger and about to fondle a pony's prick, the naughty twins were perfectly at ease. Carson was anything but at ease. He was flushed, panting, lightheaded as his blood rushed into his prick and deprived his brain of oxygen. He was too embarrassed to strip naked, but his cock was hammering at his fly like a battering ram. He drew the zipper down and his hard-on burst out like a torpedo.

"Ooooh-nice cock!" Wanda exclaimed, gazing at Carson's rampaging, purple-crowned prick. Molly, too, looked at the man. She grinned wickedly. "Yeah, he's got a big one-for a man," she said. Then she turned back to the pony's gigantic cock. She stroked up the beast's thick prickrod and fingered his flaring cock-knob. The naked black cockmeat pulsed and more frothy dribbles oozed from his gaping cleft. Molly rubbed the slimy spunk into his prickmeat with both hands. As she fondled his cockhead, her twin sister played with his balls.

"We don't fuck him," Molly said, speaking to Carson over her shoulder. "We'd like to, but his cock's too big," she added.

"Yeah," Wanda sighed, wistfully. "It's so fucking big it don't even fit in our mouths.

We tried."

Carson staggered, lances of fiery lust transforming him, his mind spinning dizzily and his cock thundering. He envied the pony as he watched the girls caress that massive cock. How could a human prick compete?

"It's my turn in front," Molly said. Wanda nodded and Molly turned lithely onto her flank and slid under the stiff-legged pony. She sat on her ass, her slim back arched, head and shoulders thrown back. The pony's prick loomed out over her belly and tits, the black knob aimed right at her pretty face. She took his cockhead in both hands, holding the huge slab cupped between them. She began to frig up and down on the end of his cock, working her thumbs against the underside. The mighty black cockhead pumped and throbbed in her grip. Wanda gave the pony's scumbags another caress, then slid up and grasped his cockshaft in her hands. Holding his cock rod by the roots, she began to frig him up and down at the base of his cockstalk, while Molly pumped on his cockhead. They worked in opposite directions, with Wanda stroking up from the pony's balls as Molly pumped down from his cockhead. Their hands met halfway along his cockstalk. Then Wanda pulled back, skinning the brute's prick-knob as she dragged the leathery sheath away. The naked slab loomed out toward Molly's radiant face. The pony snorted, humping through their hands. His powerful haunches heaved as he slammed his cockmeat out, shoving his cock-head through Molly's hands and nudging his balls against Wanda's caressing grip. Those cum stuffed bags swung in and out and his cockshaft throbbed and vibrated. His prick-knob loomed out toward Molly's face, the tip flecked by slimy streaks of preliminary jism. She dragged his prick down, grasping the swollen crown so that when the beast humped again his cockhead skimmed up her belly from groin to tits. A milky seepage creamed in her tawny pubic triangle. Rivulets of cum streaked her slim belly and dribbled in between her tits. She moved his cockhead in her hands, touching the slippery tip against her stiff nipples. Cum oozed onto the rosy buds. She squirmed, pushing one taut titty tip right into the pony's open pisshole. The brute humped again and the black meat of his naked cock crown slid into the girl's cleavage. She wriggled against his cock, purring and panting. Arching deeply under him, she let his cockhead and half of his huge, thick cockshaft skim up her belly again. Wanda was pumping hard and fast on the root of the pony's prick as he fucked through her hands, driving up her sister's belly. Molly fell back and dosed her thighs around his prick-rod. His massive cockhead nudged into her crotch but, as she'd said, it was far too huge to slide into her waking, steaming cunthole. Her ass and hips tilted up as his cock-knob pushed against her pussyslot. Then the flaring prick slid out of her crotch and ran up her belly again. Now the dark meat of his cockhead was soaking with her cuntjuice, as well as his cum seepage. It lathered her belly and tits. Molly tilted her face down, gazing at that cream- slathered cockmeat. Her pink tongue slid across her parted lips and her jade-green eyes glowed. She glanced sideways, as if to make sure that Carson was paying attention, and then the naughty girl pushed her tongue out and lapped at the spunky tip of the pony's dripping cock-head. Cum and cuntjuice ran onto her tongue and the girl whimpered with delight. Carson watched her pink tongue lave all over the ebony meat of the animal's naked prick-knob, then push into his pisshole. Her lips parted and she kissed the slimy tip of his crown as she tongued up into his cleft. Jism ran down her chin. She gave a sigh and leaned back again as his prick slid down her titties and the knob came to rest on her curly cuntmound. Her mouth was open. Carson saw pony cum and cuntjuice glistening on her tongue and lips. Then he saw her swallow

"Ummm," she purred, a dreamy smile on her face as she swallowed the tangy cockjuice. The pony thrust again, his cock-knob running through her cleavage and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat. She took the fat slab against her cheek, then turned her head and let it run through her pursed lips as he withdrew. More cum dribbled into her mouth and her tongue flashed across to gather it up. Wanda jerked back to his balls and, feeling the big bags swell, she rasped,

"Oh, shit! He's gonna cream, Molly! His fucking scumbags are all set to blow!"

"Ohhh-yeah! Frig the fucker off, Sis! Pump his fuck juice into my face!"

Molly's mouth opened wide, her eyes narrowed, and she held her face right in front of the animal's cockhead, gurgling with anticipation. The pony plunged through Wanda's stroking hands, his cock-knob flaring and his prickstalk throbbing violently.

"Here it comes!" Wanda squealed. She felt the brute's balls explode and the thick jism rush up his cockrod. She frigged back with both hands, turning to gaze at the pony's cock-head as it loomed up in her sister's face, eagerly waiting for his slime to spurt out. The pony's cum burst out like the foam from a heavy-duty fire extinguisher. Thick spurts of cock spume hosed Molly's face and throat and tits. Her mouth was open wide and jism jets splattered on her parted lips and poured over her flashing tongue. She wailed with joy and gulped the pony slime down greedily. A dose hit her between the eyes, another splashed on her chin. The cum drinking twin leaned forward, mouth open in a wide oval. As another thick stream shot out of the pony's cockhead, she took it in her mouth and squirmed down against the creamy spurt, like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn. The pony was hosing her tonsils and she jammed her lips against his cockhead, sucking hungrily, letting his scum erupt into her maw in a slimy rope. Between them, Wanda pumping furiously at the hilt of his cockshaft and Molly mouthing the spurting tip, they emptied the horny beast's balls to the sweet dregs. When she was sure that she had gotten every precious drop of pony spunk, Molly moaned and sank back in the grass. She was soaking with cum from the top of her head to her hairy cunt triangle. The stuff dripped from her stiff titty tips, trickled through her cleavage, matted her pubic thicket. Slimy ribbons ran into her steaming crotch and seeped in between her parted pussylips. Her tongue slid across her lips as she slurped the spillage up and drank it. Carson had almost fainted with the thrill of it. It dawned on him, vaguely, that he had even forgotten to take any pictures of the memorable scene.