Horse-loving farm wives

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mike slammed his pick-up truck into gear with a savage jolt. He felt frustrated and furious. Imagine playing second fiddle to a fucking dog! But he hadn't dared to show his fury to Claire, because he wanted to keep on her good side so that he could get a lot more of her sweet mouth and juicy cunt, and his rage was all the more violent for having been kept pent up.

His prick was still fairly stiff and his balls were already starting to recharge themselves.

He turned down the lane, driving fast and scattering dust. He was wondering how to avenge himself on Claire without getting his pussy cut off. He felt horny and vengeful and surly. He whipped the truck around a bend… and almost ran into Brenda Tucker as she rode her stallion down the lane again.

She reined the horse to one side and Mike slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt in a cloud of dust.

"Gee, you oughtta be more careful," the girl said.

Mike noticed how trim her crotch was, molded in those shorts and mounted bareback on the horse.

He grinned and said, "Sorry."

He was wondering if he could fuck the girl.

Looking down from the stallion, Brenda was wondering something else. She said, "Where have you been, Mike?"

"None of your business," he said.

"You been calling on one of those city women?" she asked him, with a knowing leer.

Mike was about to deny it. But then he figured, what the hell. The bitch wants to fuck a dog, she don't deserve a good reputation. He said, "Yeah, I been fucking and sucking with that Claire Dupont. She loves my big prick."

He made the reference to the size of his prick quite deliberately, and looked carefully to see how Brenda reacted. Normally, Brenda would have been interested in finding out just how big Mike's prick was. But today she was preoccupied.

She said, "Has Mrs. Dupont got a big cunt, too?"

"Yeah," Mike said out of spite, wanting to insult Claire. "Big and sloppy." He thought for a moment, his desire for vengeance growing stronger all the while… in relation to the hardening of his cock, which Claire had neglected in favor of a fucking dog.

He said, "You know what the bitch does?"

Brenda looked interested.

"She fucks dogs!" he growled.

"Oh, wow!" Brenda gasped.

Mike figured that the teenager was shocked by the news, but in fact, it was just the sort of information that the horse-cum-drinking girl wanted to have. She had been wondering just whom she could get to fuck her stallion as a trial run, and if a woman would fuck a dog, it seemed likely that she would fuck a horse, too!

"She eats pussy, too," Mike added, wanting to punish Claire in every way that he could.

"She does?" Brenda's eyes went wide.

"She sure does, the bitch. Why, right at this moment she's on her way to Molly Turner's house," Mike informed the girl. "The two of them have got a mastiff dog there and they're gonna fuck and suck him and then suck each other. How about that!"

Brenda looked positively intrigued.

Mike gave her his most charming smile, figuring that he had gotten the little nymph horny.

"Say, honey… how about you and me make a little love?" he suggested. "You feel like sucking and fucking?"

Brenda sure did… but not, at the moment, with Mike.

Now that Brenda knew what sort of women Claire and Molly were, the girl was eager to get acquainted with them. She didn't think it would be difficult and she didn't think she would have to act bashful with women who sucked pussy and fucked dogs.

She was so excited that a trickle of cunt-juice seeped out of the leghole of her denim shorts and ran down her thigh, onto the stallion's back. Mike noticed this. The little nymph was creaming her jeans! Mike figured that he had it made.

His prick bucked like a bronco as he leered out the window of the pick-up truck, staring overtly at Brenda's crotch.

But Brenda said, "Sorry, Mike – some other time. I mean, I wouldn't mind letting you fuck me, but I got things to do now…"

Mike groaned in disappointment.

Brenda dug her heels into the stallion's flanks and walked him on down the lane. Mike gazed after her, his jaw hanging open. Was the little bitch going to go down to the Turner house and get her sweet little cunt sucked? he wondered. He shook his head, sad and forlorn. Then he put the truck in gear and drove away to jerk off, with all sorts of new fantasies to inspire him.

Molly, still stark naked, opened the door as Claire came up the steps. Claire saw dog cum on Molly's thigh. Molly led her into the front room and showed her the dog. Claire gave a little gasp. It was true, then! It hadn't just been some scheme of Molly's to get her back over for some more pussy sucking!

The dog was curled up in the corner, looking happy. His cock was not really hard, but it was jutting out in a loop and the tip of the red knob was pushing out from the shaggy sheath.

It was, Claire saw, a very big cock, bigger than Mike Rowley's. Her pussy began to simmer.

"Do you like him?" Molly asked.

Claire had never even dreamed of making it with a dog before that day, but the knowledge that her cunt sucking friend, Molly, had been fucking the big brute thrilled her. "He… he looks nice," she stammered, eyeing that long curve of semi-hard dog cock.

Samson raised his head, as if he understood her words, and sniffed. The delightful aroma of another hot pussy had been added to the atmosphere of the house.

"My cunt is full of his jism," Molly said, meaningfully.

Claire hadn't quite made up her mind if she wanted to fuck the dog, but she knew damned well how delicious Molly's cunt was and the idea of sucking dog cum out of her hairy pussy was thrilling. Smiling, she said, "I don't believe you, Molly."

Molly raised her eyebrows in surprise, then grinned as she understood what Claire meant. "My mouth, too," Molly said, and she kissed Claire on the lips and slipped her tongue into the blonde's mouth. The last statement was not quite true, because Molly's mouth was not full of dog cum, since she had drunk it all. But as Claire sucked on Molly's tongue, she could taste the lingering residue of that hot jism.

"Believe me, now?" Molly asked, grinning.

"Well, I guess you blew him… but I'm still not sure if he came in your pussy," Claire said. Her face was twisted by desire now. "There's only one way to find out if you're lying, Molly," she said, and she sank down onto her knees and tilted her head back, lips parted and tongue pushing out.

Molly parted her thighs and shoved her wet, bushy cunt into Claire's eager face. Claire clamped her lips over Molly's fuckslot and sucked. "Ooooh!" she purred, as her mouth filled up with a succulent blend of dog cum and pussy-juice. Her tongue delved deeply up the brunette's soaking cunthole. "Christ! It's delicious!"

Claire was perfectly willing to suck Molly off on the spot, kneeling there with Molly using her cunt to mop her face. But after a moment, Molly stepped back. Claire's tongue continued to flash for a second, before she realized that the tasty mouthful had been removed from her face. She gazed inquisitively at Molly.

"Let's get the doggy's cock hard, first, okay?" Molly suggested. "We can eat each other out later. Let's fuck around with the dog first. You're gonna really love it, honey!"

Claire didn't doubt it. If the sexy blonde had had any misgivings or inhibitions before, they had been melted away in the heat of Molly's cunt and the wildly thrilling taste of dog cum and pussy-juice pouring into her mouth from the brunette's hairy cunt. She grinned at Molly. She didn't even bother to get to her feet. Instead, she began to crawl across the room on all fours, toward the dog.

Molly, blissfully happy to find that her blonde friend was willing to participate in this new thrill, walked over beside her. Both women knelt over the huge mastiff, who gazed up at them in wonderment. His prick expanded and the knob pushed out of its sheath a bit farther, a deep, shiny, slippery slab of red cockmeat.

"Go ahead… touch him," Molly urged.

Claire needed no coaxing. Reaching out, she ran her fingertips up the dog's prickshaft, then fingered his swelling cockhead. Her hands tingled at the touch and she glanced at Molly, letting Molly see the raging excitement on her flushed face.

"Lick it," Molly said. "Lick the head of his prick!"

Claire leaned down, her breath billowing out hot. She touched the tip of her tongue against the dog's cockhead lightly, and drew back as if it had burned her. Molly looked on with approval and encouragement. Claire gave a little moan and leaned down again, beginning to swipe her tongue all over the edge of red prickmeat. Her saliva flowed over it, glistening white on the darker flesh. The mastiff's cock, having had time to recover now, began to stiffen and swell.

"Take it in your mouth," Molly whimpered.

Claire did so, sucking the hot cockmeat between her lips and starting to nurse on it. Molly slid her hand up under Claire's skirt to give her cunt a squeeze. Then she began to undress the blonde, while Claire continued to mouth the mastiff's meaty cockhead with true joy, purring and sighing with the joy of sucking dog prick. She was scarcely aware that Molly was stripping her naked, concentrating on what her hot mouth was doing.

"Let me have a taste now, okay?" Molly asked.

Claire hated to yield that sweet mouthful but she was not selfish and, after all, it was Molly who had found the dog. She pulled her lips away with a slurping sound. Molly leaned down and tongued the bloated knob. She sucked on it. The mastiff was rumbling deep in his throat and his well-sucked prick was fully hard once more. His hindquarters twitched as he humped gently along the carpet.

Claire bent down again, wild with cock-hunger. The two women took the head of the dog's prick between their lips, kissing each other with that mighty slab in both of their mouths, as if it were a succulent bone over which they were fighting.

They bathed him with their tongues. Heat rose up as their saliva dribbled from his blazing hot meat. They passed his cockhead back and forth from mouth to mouth.

The dog was slobbering, and the two cock-hungry women were slobbering on the dog's prick, like animals themselves, in their passion.

"Shall we suck him off?" Claire asked. "Shall we milk him dry and share his jism?"

"Ummm, yesss," Molly sighed.

And from the doorway, Brenda Tucker said, "Can I have some, too?"