Horse-loving farm wives

CHAPTER TWO

The huge bull mastiff dog came walking into the back yard of the converted farmhouse with a stiff-legged gait. His big, blunt head turned slowly from side to side, sniffing. His amber eyes glinted and his long, red tongue lolled out.

The dog wanted to get laid.

The big brute had a hard-on, a gigantic fuck-tool quite in proportion to his powerful, two-hundred-pound body. He lusted for someplace to slide that hard-on, someplace hot and wet and slippery. His balls were swollen as big as melons. He needed to empty them.

There was not a bitch in heat in the area. His keen canine senses assured the dog of that. And yet the dumb brute had scented hot pussy. That was why his cock had gotten stiff.

Being a mere dog, the mastiff did not understand this, nor did he question it. A dog does not have a well-developed sense of depravity or morality.

A dog does not realize that bestiality is wrong.

But this dog knew what a hot cunt was and how it pulled on his prick until he shot his wad, and now the huge animal was being driven wild by that definite aroma of hot pussy.

The delicious scent seemed to come from the farmhouse.

He sniffed, puzzled. There seemed to be two separate and distinct scents, two hot cunts, the aromas wafting over him together. He eyed the house balefully. He wanted to go up and scratch on the back door. But he was hesitant. He was brave enough, but he was not inclined to approach strange humans who sometimes hit him with a stick. With a little grunt, the big brute curled up, his head resting on his forepaws.

He was going to wait there… although he had no idea what it was that he was waiting for. That aroma was compelling to him, it drew him like a magnet. His cock stayed stiff. He was belly down on the ground and his big prick was plowing a furrow into the earth. His hindquarters twitched a little, sliding his cock along the ground. He rumbled in his throat.

The mastiff was named Samson.

Samson was going to get lucky.

The woman who lived in the converted farmhouse was named Molly Turner. She was entertaining her good friend, Claire Dupont, at the moment. They were sitting in the spacious kitchen, with the copper pots hung on pegs on the wall but the appliances all modern, drinking coffee and talking about their love-lives.

That was why the mastiff smelled hot cunt.

The women were horny.

"I get so damned frustrated, sometimes," said elegant Claire. Claire was a tall, slender blonde with lovely long legs, a taut ass and a tiny waist. She had blue eyes and a wide, sensual mouth that seemed to have been designed for sucking on a prick. Claire did not look like the sort of woman who would have to remain frustrated for long, should she want to take a lover. She was the sort of woman into whom any man would love to sink his prick.

"Yeah, me too," Molly agreed.

Molly was a nice contrast to Claire. She had long, dark hair and flashing brown eyes. She was more rounded than Claire, and softer, with tits like twin balloons – balloons that had been blown up via the stiff valves of her nipples – and a round ass that counterbalanced her tits. Like Claire, Molly could have had almost any man, had she chosen to. A glance from her flashing eyes, the way she sometimes slid her tongue across her lower lip – Molly could drive men wild.

The girls did not know yet that they were driving a frustrated bull mastiff wild.

They sat there with the coffee cups steaming on the table and their cunts steaming between their legs.

The two women had recently moved into two converted farmhouses that were located next to each other on the lane. Their husbands were partners in an advertising agency and, having been successful, decided that they should seek the idyllic life of the countryside instead of living in the crime-plagued city. Molly and Claire had liked the idea, at first. But soon enough they had become bored… and horny. Their husbands still worked in the city and often had to stay overnight entertaining a client or doing a rush job on some project or other. This frustrated both women. They did not like to sleep alone and they both liked to get fucked at least once a day.

Claire said, "I almost got laid yesterday."

Molly looked interested. "Really?" she said.

Claire shrugged. She said, "I've never actually been unfaithful to Harry. I never felt the need to, when he was home every night. But out here in the boondocks…"

"Who was he?" Molly asked.

"Well, it was Mike Rowley."

Mike Rowley had done some of the work in modernizing both of the women's farmhouses and still did odd jobs for them.

"Mike, eh? That's interesting," Molly said. "He's a good-looking guy." She leaned forward. "How far did you go?"

Claire sipped some coffee, then said, "Not very far. But I was awful tempted. I was flirting with him and he kissed me and… well, I let him squeeze my tits and…" She blushed slightly. "And I rubbed his cock, through his pants. He's got a real big prick, by the way. It was really turning me on to play with it. But I didn't really want to cheat on Harry, and I was afraid that Mike might talk, too. Boast about it, you know? So I made him stop. Mike wasn't very happy about it. He called me a cock-teaser."

"You can't blame him, huh?"

"If I'd played with his prick any longer, I just wouldn't have been able to stop myself from fucking him… or sucking him off. Or if I'd let him get his hand on my hot cunt – ohhh! Maybe I should have fucked him, I don't know. I guess it wouldn't have done any harm, as long as Harry never found out about it. Just once, you know… not a love affair or anything, nothing with emotional entanglements or obligations." She grinned. "Just a good, physical fuck."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Molly said.

"Do you cheat on Robert?"

"Naw… but I might, if it just sort of happened."

Claire blushed a little and said, "Hell, a woman needs it, right? I've been frigging my cunt a lot lately."

"Yeah, so do I," Molly admitted.

"But a handjob ain't like the real thing, is it? I mean, it's better than nothing and you get your rocks off, but I always feel a little silly about it – a married woman frigging her pussy! Maybe the next time I go to town I'll stop at one of those sex shops and buy myself a nice cock-shaped vibrator. Or maybe a big rubber prick!"

Molly grinned.

"The kind that lesbians fuck each other with?" she asked.

"With a leather harness and all, right? I'd have to find some girl to use it on me."

"Can I borrow it if you get one?" Molly asked.

"I don't know – I might get jealous of the damned thing." They both giggled at that ridiculous idea. Then Claire looked devilish and said, "I guess you could borrow it… if you used it on my cunt!"

"Naughty girl!" Molly said. Then she added, "It might be kind of fun, at that. Not that we're lesbians or anything, but just sort of fooling around."

"This talk is making me hot," Claire said.

She was looking carefully at Molly, her gaze more serious. She seemed to be pondering something. She raised her coffee cup but didn't drink from it. She gazed through the rising steam.

Claire said, "What I'd really like is to find a man who would suck me off and not demand anything in return. That way, I could come without really cheating on Harry."

"Yeah! That would be great, huh? You really love to get your pussy sucked, huh?"

"I sure do!"

"So do I," Molly said.

Now the horny women were regarding one another with open and obvious speculation.

It was Molly who made the suggestion.

"We could suck each other off," she said, her voice husky. She lowered her eyes and blushed a pretty pink. Then she glanced up again to see how Claire had taken it.

"I guess we could," Claire said.

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" Molly asked.

"No," Claire said.

"Neither have I… but the idea is exciting."

"It's not as if we were lesbians or anything," Claire said, as if that justified it. "I mean, two normal girls can have some fun together without turning into dykes, right? We'd just be doing each other a favor, making each other come."

"It might be a lot of fun," Molly said.

Tension flowed between them like an electric current, bonding them together, confirming a shared desire.

Molly said, "I'd do you, Claire, even if you didn't want to do me. I wouldn't mind."

"No," said Claire. "If we went to bed together, I'd want to suck you off, too. I… I think I'd enjoy it."

"We gonna?" Molly blurted.

"Yeah – let's," Claire said.

Molly stood up, with a little moan.

"Let's go up to the bedroom right now," she said.

Claire, too, got up.

Now that they had made up their minds to give cuntsucking a try, both girls were more than eager to get at it. They would have preferred some cock, however.

It was too bad that they did not realize that there was a big mastiff lying in the back yard with a hard-on and his tongue lolling out. Too bad for them, and tragic for Samson, who was desperate to get his bloated balls emptied.

But Samson was going to have to wait.

Not, however, for long.

Both Molly and Claire were eager to experience the pleasure of lapping a cunt.

Both had often wondered what it would be like to do some cuntsucking and had wondered if the other girl might be willing to try it. It had worked out just right today. They were pretending that they were merely doing each other a favor… but, in fact, both girls were more interested in sucking than in being sucked. They knew damned well what it felt like to have their pussies sucked by a man – both of their husbands were ardent cuntlappers – and knew that it couldn't be a hell of a lot different with a woman. A tongue was a tongue, no matter the sex of the tonguer. So now they were both curious to discover what the other half of the act would be like – curious and lustful, as well. A soft, sexy female body was fascinating and the prospects were exciting.

They went up the stairs together, Molly's hand resting on Claire's taut ass, their hips brushing together. They were both breathing hard and both smiling with expectations. They shared a pleasant thought that this was going to be a real thrill.

They went into the bedroom. The bed was large and covered with a patchwork quilt. It was a good fucking platform, and Molly hoped it would be a good cuntsucking arena, too.

"Shall we get naked?" Claire asked. Molly nodded. She was already unbuttoning her blouse. Claire began to undress, as well. The girls looked at each other as they stripped. Molly's tits were a little bigger, but both sets were nice and plump and were capped by big, stiff nipples. Molly's dark-haired cuntmound was like a tangled jungle as it dipped into her crotch. Claire's blonde cunt was like a sunlit forest.

"You're making my mouth water," Molly giggled as she stared at Claire's golden cunt.

Those words excited Claire.

She wanted to really turn her friend on.

Thrusting her belly out and tilting her crotch up, she used her fingers to spread her cunt-lips open, revealing her dark inner pussy flesh, streaked with frothy cunt-juice.

"Ooooooh…" Molly purred.

"Like it, Molly?"

"You look yummy."

"You can eat it, baby," Claire whispered.

"I want to!"

"Then I'll eat your pussy, too," Claire declared. "Ohhhh, I'm drooling for a taste of your sweet cunt!"

Molly was dizzy with desire.

She moved to the big bed, then sat on the edge. Claire followed her over and she stood before her, legs apart and slim belly thrusting out. Molly began to lick at Claire's belly button and to run her hands up the insides of Claire's thighs. Claire's cunt steamed in her face. Molly was about to bury her face in the blonde's soaking cunt and start sucking immediately, but then Claire shifted to the side. Claire figured that they shouldn't rush the conclusions, but that they should linger over a little foreplay before they got down to sucking.

She was hot to suck some tit, first.

Claire sat next to Molly on the edge of the bed.

She cupped Molly's fat tit in her hand, feeling her nipple go off like a stick of dynamite in her palm. She pulled on the stiff tip, causing Molly to gasp.

Molly cupped her own tits in her hands, lifting the mounds and deepening the soft cleavage.

"Suck my tits, honey," she moaned.

Claire dropped her head and sucked a fat tit-tip into her lips. She mouthed the brunette's nipple hungrily, her hot tongue darting over it, then switched across to the other tit.

"Ummm," she purred.

She ran her tongue up Molly's cleavage, circling over her fat tit globes, then returning to her nipples. Molly was massaging Claire's tits with both hands. The women squirmed together, hip to hip, Claire twisting in from the waist. Both of their cunts were flooded now, the juice running down and seeping into the cracks of their asses.

As she mouthed it, Claire slid her hand down and cupped Molly's bushy cunt, squeezing and rubbing. Molly gurgled with the joy of it. Claire slid her middle finger up Molly's hot fuckhole and Molly's cunt muscles sucked on it. This was the first time that Claire had ever played with a pussy, other than her own, and it thrilled her to have that steaming, soaking handful pulse and throb.

It would be lovely to make her cream, Claire thought.

But she didn't want to waste a climax on her hand, nice as it would be, because she wanted to save the juicy treat for her mouth. She was so much enjoying a snack of tit that it was making her even hungrier for a feast of cunt.

Her fingers squished up Molly's fuck slot. Molly shuddered and squirmed, then slid her own hand down and began to finger Claire's cunt, in turn. Claire raised her head and the two horny women kissed on the lips, swapping tongues back and forth. Then Molly dropped her face and began to suck on Claire's tits, as they continued to finger-fuck each other, working themselves up to a true frenzy.

Molly drew her hand up from Claire's crotch. Her hand was sticky with cunt-juice. She brought it to her lips, licked at her fingers, then pushed them into her mouth and sucked on them as if they were a prick, a prick that had just come out of the blonde's cunt. Claire watched in fascination as her friend tasted her juices. Then Claire brought her own hand up and lapped Molly's pussy nectar from it. Both girls had often licked their fingers when they were finger-fucking themselves, but it was far more exciting to taste another girl's juices.

"Yummy," Molly purred.

Her appetite was really aroused now.

Molly pushed Claire back onto the bed. Claire was as hungry for pussy as Molly was, but she was willing to wait her turn. She drew her knees up and parted her thighs. Her crotch was awash with cream. Molly gazed at the delicious-looking snack, licking her lips, her dark eyes glowing with passion.

"Lick me, Molly," Claire moaned. "Suck my cunt!"

Molly moved closer. She could feel the intense heat of Claire's cunt waft into her face. She pushed her tongue out and tapped it lightly against Claire's swollen clit. Claire gasped. Molly drew back for a moment, savoring her first taste of cunt. Then she leaned in again and started to tongue furiously, lapping up the blonde parted fuckslot and over her clit. Her flashing tongue sprayed cunt-juice up from Claire's soaking crotch.

"Ummm… ummmm," she sighed as she tongued.

"Oh, God!" Claire moaned with the joy of it.

Molly had been using only her tongue, to begin with. Now she fitted her lips to Claire's cunt-lips and began to suck voraciously, fairly inhaling the hot juices that flowed out.

Claire squirmed and writhed about on the bed, her pelvis jerking and her belly heaving. She kept gasping, "God, oh, God!"

Molly had gone suck-crazy now, truly enjoying the delicious pussy she was sucking.

Claire's smooth thighs closed over Molly's face, as if to clamp her in a velvet vise.

Then Claire threw her legs open wide again – Molly needed no vise to hold her right where she was. Her mouth seemed to be glued to Claire's crotch by a paste of cunt-juice and saliva. Her tongue was flashing as far up Claire's fuckhole as it would reach and her lips were clamped over her fuckslot like a suction cup to a drain.

Claire's legs bicycled in the air.

She arched her slender back deeply. Molly cupped her ass in both hands, lifting her higher, as if Claire's cunt were a goblet which she was draining to the dregs.

"Come," she urged, the word muffled on Claire's pussy. "Come for me, cream in my mouth!"

"Yes… yes… milk me off!" Claire wailed.

The thrill had started to ripple across her belly and to run up her thighs like an electric current. The waves came faster and higher and closer together, until they were melting into one high crest, crashing savagely into her groin.

"I'm creaming!" she cried.

Her pussy melted and a river of foaming cunt-juice poured into Molly's hungry mouth. Her tongue was floating in the hot stuff and it cascaded down her throat.

Molly was enjoying Claire's creamy climax every bit as much as Claire was, herself. The dark-haired beauty was rubbing her whole face around in the blonde's melting pussy. Her lips were wide open, sucking the sweet fuck cream out, and her tongue slapped wildly up the woman's cunt. Her hands hauled on Claire's ass, pulling her tighter, as if Molly was trying to bury her whole head up the blonde's soaking cunt.

Another spasm shook Claire. Molly could actually feel the waves of Claire's climax flutter through her pussy and throb in her clit. Molly switched from Claire's fuckhole to her clit, sucking steadily and with great concentration on that pulsing nugget of flesh, bringing her off time and again. Then she moved her mouth back to the blonde's flooded pussy and parted her lips wide, mouthing the whole hairy, juicy fuck slot, and began to steadily suck the cream from her cunt. Her throat worked, fluttering, as she swallowed the juices.

Alternating between sucking Claire's fuckhole and sucking on her clit, Molly continued to eat the blonde out eagerly. Claire trembled through the blissful sensation. Her legs extended, then drew back up. She arched her back, then bowed forward. Her hips were working like pistons and her belly heaved up and down. She felt as if her whole body had turned to cunt-juice and was pouring out through her pussy, her very life force liquefied and spilled into Molly's greedy mouth.

Finally the thrill began to ebb.

Claire stopped thrashing about, a dreamy smile on her face. Molly continued to lick and suck, wanting more, having turned into an avid cuntsucker with the first taste. She was sucking more gently now and licking with light strokes. Claire reached down and she placed her hand alongside Molly's flushed cheek, a gesture of gratitude for the pleasure that the woman's hot tongue had delivered to her cunt.

Molly raised her head, gazing up at Claire's face. When she saw how happy Claire looked, Molly smiled with equal contentment. Then she dropped her face back into Claire's hairy pussy and started sucking again. Molly knew that Claire had finished coming and that she could stop now, that she could now have the pleasure of Claire's tongue. And yet Molly was reluctant to stop mouthing the blonde sweet pussy, even though her own cunt was steaming, needing attention. Molly was willing to forsake her own pussy in favor of Claire's tasty cunt. She would gladly have kept sucking until Claire's pussy got hot again, and creamed again.

But Claire had other ideas.

Now that her cunt was satisfied, Claire found that her mouth was really hungering for the other half of the act, watering for Molly's juicy pussy. If she had ever doubted the fact that she would enjoy sucking a cunt, she no longer did, for Molly's pleasure had been very evident, proving what a treat it was to eat out a pussy.

Molly raised her head again. Her face was coated with cunt cream from brow to chin. A trickle of the succulent stuff ran down from the corner of her mouth. She smiled at Claire… then buried her head between Claire's thighs again.

"Molly… come up here, now," Claire whispered.

Molly gave Claire's cunt a last slurp and then moved up the bed, a bit reluctant to stop feasting on Claire's delicious pussy, but also happy at the prospect of getting her own pussy tongued off. Molly had discovered a carnal law the reverse of the one that Claire had just discovered – that with her mouth and tongue satisfied, her cunt was smoldering for attention.

She slid into Claire's arms and the two women kissed passionately. Claire could taste her own cunt-juice on Molly's lips and it made her mouth water for more cunt-juice – Molly's. She pushed her tongue into the dark-haired girl's mouth and Molly sucked on it, just as she had been sucking on Claire's clit. Claire's tongue began to tingle and throb, turning into an erogenous organ. She gently rolled Molly onto her back, kissing her passionately, then began to work her way down the woman's lush and curvaceous body. She sucked Molly's nipples and tongued up her deep cleavage. She lingered over her belly button for a moment, then moved down to her bushy black pubic mound and lapped at the thick curls, matting them with saliva. She moved lower, bypassing Molly's pussy, and began to tongue up the insides of the woman's thighs.

Molly was writhing about wildly, jabbing her pelvis down with frenzied jerks, wanting Claire to mouth her cunt.

Claire ran her tongue up the crease where Molly's leg joined her torso, licking parallel with her cunt but not yet making that vital contact. She was teasing Molly, of course, and teasing herself, as well, for her tongue and lips hungered for pussy-juice.

"Suck me… oh, God… suck my cunt!" Molly begged.

She raised her ass right up off the bed, her back arching, offering her soaking pussy to Claire's lips. Cunt-juice was pulsing from her fuckhole and flowing down her crotch in a rivulet of cream.

Claire gave a little whimper of passion and moved her head sideways, tongue out, slurping across Molly's open cunt. Then she tongued upward, stirring her tongue through the juicy flood. Molly moaned and began to pant like a locomotive. Claire gurgled with joy. Her first taste of cunt had proved as wonderful as she had expected it to be. Like Molly, Claire had become a confirmed cuntlapper with the very first lick.

Claire drove her hot tongue up Molly's fuckhole as deep as it would go. She wished her tongue were longer and fatter, wished that she had a cock in her mouth instead of a tongue. Her lips clamped on Molly's clit, sucking voraciously. She lapped at Molly's cunt-lips and sucked the hot juice out of her gushing pussy.

"Ummm… ummm, ummmm…" she purred, as her hungry mouth filled up with Molly's cunt-juice.

Claire realized that cuntsucking came natural to her, as it had to Molly. A woman needed no previous practice or training or experience, but instinctively knew how to eat a pussy. She knew that she was doing the job well because Molly was crying out with the ecstasy of it and churning madly about, working her foaming cunt around in Claire's face and on Claire's stabbing tongue.

Claire used her fingers to spread Molly's cunt-lips wide open and slapped her tongue up the woman's gaping fuck slot. Cunt-juice sprayed out. She fitted her lips to Molly's open pussy and sucked, filling her mouth with juice. She pushed three stiff fingers up Molly's cunthole, finger-fucking her, while she sucked on her throbbing fuck button.

Claire felt as if her mouth was coming.

Her tongue was tingling and her saliva flowed like cunt-juice.

"Come," she whimpered, the word muffled on Molly's pussy. "Come for my tongue, baby!" She was desperate to feel Molly's orgasm flood into her cum-hungry mouth. She continued to finger-fuck Molly's cunthole, driving in to the knuckles, while she tongued and sucked on her clit. Her other hand moved under Molly and she began to finger her asshole, gently probing up the woman's taut brown bud. Molly gasped and jerked. Claire raised Molly's pelvis higher and ran her tongue up the crack of the brunette's ass, then began to rim out her asshole. Molly wailed and humped, thrilled to feel her friend's hot tongue toying with her shit chute.

"Lick my asshole, Claire!" she wailed.

Molly was thinking that she would have to remember to rim out Claire's shitter, too, the next time she went down on the blonde.

Claire tongued out Molly's asshole thoroughly, then moved back to her cunt. She clamped her lips over the woman's hairy, juicy fuckslot and sucked ravenously, stirring her tongue around up inside Molly's flooded cunt tunnel.

"Cream, Molly!" she urged. "Feed me, fuck my tongue!"

Molly humped away on Claire's face, moaning loudly, her body heaving and vibrating. She felt as if Claire's tongue were an electric plug stuck up her socket, galvanizing her.

The rippling thrills built to the crest.

"Ohhhhh! I'm creaming!" she wailed. "Drink my cunt-juice, Claire, suck me dry!"

Her juices poured out, and Claire swallowed them hungrily, greedily sucking for more. She milked Molly's pussy dry, then tongued up the fuck cream from her crotch and from the crack of her ass. At long last, Molly stopped grinding and lay still, panting. Claire took a last slurp on her cunt, then moved up and lay in her arms. They kissed again, not passionately this time, but affectionately, each showing appreciation and gratitude.

"It was good, wasn't it?" Molly murmured.

"God, yes – I love sucking your cunt."

"I'm glad that we did it, Claire. We can do it a lot, from now on, can't we?" Molly asked.

"Ummmm, every day, if you like."

"Ummmm, I like!"

"Who gives a shit if our husbands stay in town overnight, now that we can take care of each other!"

The women were very happy that they had discovered a way to get their rocks off without fucking a man and cheating on their husbands. They didn't realize, yet, that there were other ways to enjoy sex without fucking with a man.

There was, for instance, a big bull mastiff with a hard on.