Horse-loving cousins

CHAPTER FOUR

"Isn't it wild?"

The two girls had stripped completely, opening the stall and stepping into Tundra's private domain. He backed away, his big brown eyes rolling from one naked girl to the other. Marcie felt so foolish. Kathy had conned her into another one of her wild exploits – this one more weird than the one with the dog.

"I guess so," Marcie said nervously.

"Oh, don't be such a prude! Come on, let's pet him." Kathy was moving alongside the big beast, rubbing her hands along his sides.

Marcie watched her cousin for a bit, then did the same. Carefully, she walked up to the panting animal, stretching out one hand tentatively. How warm his flesh was! The short fur tickled her fingertips as she rubbed him just at the base of his handsome neck. At times Tundra whinnied and snorted, throwing his head around, his long black mane fluttering from the movement. Marcie's heart was beating wildly as she stepped forward, pressing her naked body against the animal's side.

"Ohhh, isn't this groovy? Isn't it wild?" Kathy whispered.

Marcie was panting, resting one side of her face against the animal's body. Tundra was moving his hind legs from side to side, his breathing becoming harder and yet more steady. Something was happening again to Marcie, something she couldn't understand. She was growing excited, really excited just standing there and pressing her cunt against the horse's front legs. Every move he made sent ripples of joy through her pussy. Looking over Tundra's neck, she saw Kathy rubbing her tits against the animal's side. There was the same mask of pure sexual joy at doing this with the stallion. Horse hair brushed teasingly over Marcie's cunt mound and her clit. The young girl sighed heavily, leaning against the horse and rubbing her hands in broadening circles against his body.

"Come on, Marcie, let's do it!"

Marcie swallowed hard, watching as her cousin moved back, back toward the animal's hindquarters. She was cooing to the horse, repeating his name again and again as she edged back with her hands. Swallowing again, Marcie followed suit, talking to Tundra while edging back. In a bit she found herself near his tail, watching the black thing swish rhythmically from side to side. Dropping her eyes once more, she saw his prick. But this time his cock wasn't soft.

No, oh God, no! The presence of the two girls rubbing him, talking to him, exciting him had done its trick. Tundra stood there, his two-foot cock standing straight up against his belly! Kathy was bending down slightly, her hands rubbing against Tundra's belly. Her eyes were wild.

Marcie stretched one hand forward, her fingertip brushing the hard, hot cockmeat. Almost immediately Tundra bolted, his hind legs stomping the hay-strewn floor while he tossed his head around.

"Easy, easy," Kathy soothed, rubbing her hands along his sides.

Marcie stopped until he calmed, moving her hands along his underbelly again until she was caressing his prick. This time Tundra didn't move. He stood there, his belly heaving and tightening with excitement. Kathy joined in, moving her hands along his huge balls.

"I never saw a horse do it… you know, fuck. I didn't think anything could get this big and hard," Kathy admitted.

"It's… it's freaky," Marcie said, feeling the hard prick throbbing under her fingers.

She wasn't sure what she was doing. No one had told her about foreplay. But Marcie went on instinct, touching that long, hard, black horse-cock again and again. At times she moved her fingertips to the rounded black cockhead. Tundra liked that, she thought. He snorted through his nostrils, shaking his head from side to side. At times she pulled out from under the horse, staring at him, watching his eyes brighten when she touched his cockhead.

"Wow, I bet I could let him fuck me!" Kathy said, sliding under the horse and grabbing both his balls in her hands. "I bet I could take something like that right up my cunt."

"Kathy!"

Marcie knew it was awful. But Kathy was saying what was going through Marcie's mind. Yes, Marcie could have enjoyed something that big and hard in her cunt. It would fuck into her soft pussymeat like a hot rod through a tub of butter, stretching her cunt to the tearing point. But how in the world could she get him to fuck her? He'd kill her with those strong hoofs.

"Oh wow, Marcie, I think he's gonna shoot. You know, I think he's gonna cum!"

Marcie shook the daydream from her head and looked down. The veins were throbbing against the tightly drawn black skin of his cockrod. Pre-cum was oozing from his piss slit, wetting down her fingers. It was freaky!

Tundra suddenly stopped moving, his head erect, his eyes wild, rolling, burning with a terrible intensity. Marcie tightened her grip on the fat black prick, working her fingers faster and faster, up and down, pounding the cockmeat until she heard the stallion snort wildly.

"Oh wow, here it comes!" she gasped.

He shot – long and hard, a powerful white jet of cum arching from his prickhead into the hay. Tundra whinnied and backed away as a second and third stream of cum shot out. Marcie nearly fell over in a faint. She could feel the rushing of cum through the full length of his prick rumbling through her fingers! She pumped the cock again and again while her cousin milked the stallion's balls.

"Far out!" Kathy cried as the streams of jism decreased in intensity.

The two naked girls stayed crouched under Tundra's belly until the last few drops of his cum oozed from his piss slit. Marcie held onto the fat cock, shaking the last bit of cum from it, then dropping the cock as if her fingers were burning.

"Wild… really wild. We'd better get back to the house, though," Kathy said, climbing out from under the stallion. Tundra was shaking his mighty head from side to side, snorting down at the two young women.

"Yeah, guess you're right," Marcie agreed.

She hadn't cum. Marcie hadn't reached the peak Pardner had driven her to. But that lack of satisfaction only made her want to come back. Maybe she'd sneak back into the barn without Kathy some night and… and… oh, what was she thinking of? Her mind must be going! She dressed quickly, almost ashamed to look at her cousin.

"Hurry up. Mom and Dad may come looking for us," Kathy whispered, straightening out her skirt and picking out the few bits of hay still clinging to the soft material.

Slipping on her sandals, Marcie left the stall, carefully closing the door and giving the stallion a last look.

"Kathy, this whole thing's too weird! I don't think I can do something like this again," she whispered, stepping from the barn while her cousin closed the door behind her.

"Don't worry about it. Nobody's gonna know… nobody."

They ran back to the house, stopping short of the back porch to catch their breaths. Sure enough, her aunt and uncle were still talking about Byron, about his return, and about their plans for him when he got out of the Marines.

Quietly, Marcie picked up the scrub brush and helped Kathy do the dishes, stacking them neatly in the drying rack. Then she slipped off to bed while Kathy watched TV. No, what happened to her had made her too tired to watch some dumb TV show. She felt as if she had to sleep a long, long time. She was weary. In the morning things might be different. They always were, it seemed, when the day finally came. Climbing the stairs, she made it to her room, undressed, and fell across her bed.

"My name's Marcie. I haven't lost my mind," she said. And then the girl closed her eyes. After some rather erotic images passed through her mind, sleep finally came…

Friday came quickly enough, neither girl daring to try something with the dog or horse as Aunt Mary and Uncle Jack were always popping up in one part of the house or another, getting ready for a party they were going to throw for their son.

Friends were called, decorations delivered. The drab little farmhouse took on a festive look as balloons and crepe filled the livingroom and dining room. Saturday finally dawned. And in the afternoon, as had been said in the telegram, Marcie's cousin Byron arrived in uniform.

How handsome he was! In her prim white party dress, Marcie suddenly felt like a childish little girl. Of course, in the past few days she'd done things with the dog and horse that little girls didn't even dream of. But suddenly that wasn't so important. At least for now. Marcie pushed those experiences from her head, trying to look as pretty and innocent as possible as Byron walked in, flashed her a friendly smile, then hugged his mother and sister.

The party went on through the afternoon and into the night. Marcie was enjoying herself immensely. For one thing, Byron seemed to be noticing her more and more. He'd slipped off his military dress jacket and loosened his tie. He was busy telling his buddies stories of boot camp and then the Orient. They all laughed heartily, drinking their beer while the girls fluttered around nervously.

"But my cousin Marcie's the prettiest one around here," Byron said, toasting her with a can of beer.

Marcie blushed furiously, batting her eyes while blood rushed into her cheeks. Her peachy complexion seemed to glow, making her blonde hair look even blonder. She had combed it down straight for this party. Now it hung over her small shoulders. As she danced with a few of the boys, she felt her hair brushing over her bare arms. Suddenly she felt wild and free and sexy in front of Byron. She wanted him to notice her badly. Of course, the girl was careful, behaving herself since her aunt and uncle were there. After a while, Marcie was feeling a little high from all the dancing. The older folks were standing around on the front porch, leaving Byron and his friends to themselves. Kathy came in with her date – a boy by the name of Craig. Kathy would have given her right arm to have him fuck her, Marcie thought. But the boy was so bashful, the son of a hard-line Methodist who made the preacher look like the Whore of Babylon. Marcie smiled at Kathy's dismay as the brunette snuggled closer up to the handsome, lanky boy. Craig blushed, pushing her gently away.

"Here, have a little of this," Byron said, whispering in Marcie's ear. His lips were so close Marcie half expected to feel a tongue sticking into her ear. She nearly jumped from her skin.

"Your mother…"

"Don't worry," he said, winking slyly at her. "She's not gonna come around and check… leastways, not for a while."

Marcie deferred, walking to the bathroom with Kathy right behind her.

"Byron's really attracted to you," Kathy said, checking her lipstick in the mirror. "I can see that. I always thought he was a little randy. Better watch out, Marcie, or you're going to be lying flat on the bed with Byron on top."

Marcie blushed furiously again, shrugging off the comment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. But he is handsome. And what about your date? Don't you wish he'd be doing the same thing to you? I mean, taking you and fucking you?"

Kathy bit her lip. "It's only our third date. I'm dying to, but I'm afraid he might think… you know."

Marcie nodded, surprised at the way her cousin could worry about her reputation now – while she didn't mind letting a dog fuck her. And messing around with that horse! That was something Marcie couldn't come to terms with. But now there was the party and Byron ogling her with that strange look in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I'm even a little bit afraid your brother thinks I would… well, let him take advantage of me. After all, we are cousins. Something like that would be incest, wouldn't it?"

Kathy shrugged. "Dunno. I don't care. Just make sure my mom and dad don't catch you doing something. We wouldn't hear the end of it!"

Marcie nodded. "I… I guess I'd better watch out."

"You bet. I've been overhearing some of the stories he's been telling the guys. If half of 'em are true, Mom raised one hell of a stud," Kathy said, giggling nervously.

"Let's go," Marcie said, feeling hot in the small room. Just talking about guys, thinking about Byron, daydreaming about the dog made her excited. Heat was building between her shivering thighs, heat that didn't belong at a party thrown for her cousin. Kathy gave a last look at herself in the mirror, then turned and opened the door. When they came back into the living room, Byron was dancing with one of the other girls. He looked sexy, especially now that he'd taken off his tie and opened the top three buttons of his shirt. He wasn't the lanky farm boy she remembered from years back. He was handsome, darkly so, with shocks of black hair dangling sexily over one eye. He led the girl easily about in the fast dance, his eyes constantly meeting Marcie's.

"Ohhhh, he's going to try to put the make on you tonight," Kathy whispered, drinking some of the punch her date Craig had gotten for her.

Byron left the girl after the dance, dipped some punch into a small cup and handed it to Marcie. She took it, her fingers icy and trembling under that hot, steady gaze.

"You wanna go upstairs?" he whispered.

Marcie gave him a stupid, uncomprehending look. She nearly spilled the punch all over her white party dress from the shock of the question.

"What?"

"Come on," he said, tucking his hand under her arm and leading her to the stairs.

Marcie turned her head around, flashing a panicked look at Kathy.

"Okay… I guess."

His fingers seemed to burn through the material of her dress as they climbed the stairs with two or three others behind them. Kathy was in tow, giggling and leaning heavily against her date. As Byron moved in front of Marcie, she watched the way he walked. God, he was sexy! Just the way he held himself, the way he stared at her made her shiver and burn all over. Upstairs, things started to happen fast. Byron left her for a while, returning with more beer for everyone. Kathy was snuggling up next to Craig, sliding one leg over his. The young farm boy didn't seem too reluctant to show some affection now. Marcie smiled at Kathy, silently congratulating her cousin on her triumph. Marcie had only had beer once or twice before. She was soon feeling giddy. She leaned against Byron, feeling the warm pressure of his body against hers. He laughed easily, stroking her long blonde hair. "A little more beer? Come on, it's my party," Byron said. Marcie knew she shouldn't. But she took another can of beer.