Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER ELEVEN

They were watching her, standing there in front of the stall and watching her as she moved behind the big stallion. Her fingers were stroking the big animal's rump as before, her mind whirling around as she looked at the two ranch hands in front of her, then she moved her gaze to Thunder who still eyed the men suspiciously.

"Come on, baby, come on, give us the show," Jack called out, reaching down and rubbing his fingers up along his rigid dick.

Janice moved to one side, her fingers now caressing the stallion's sides. Thunder shuddered as before, his hindquarters pawing the ground, raising little tufts of dirt and hay. Janice began stroking him, moving her fingernails down to his balls. Thunder stiffened, his powerful body rippling, trembling with her light touch.

"Oh, man, man he digs it," Sam said, looking at the horse.

"Yeah she knows how to treat 'em right. You been doin' this a long time, baby? You been suckin' horse dick for a while?" Jack taunted, slamming his hands against the side of the stall while laughing.

Janice ignored them, stroking her hands down until she felt the hot, rigid stalk of Thunder's cock. The big horse let out another shuddering neigh, moving forward and shaking his head back and forth. He was expecting her to jack him off once more. He was spreading his legs apart as much as he could while raising his damned tail as if he were going to take a dump or piss. Trembling, Janice moved her hands down to his prick, her shivering fingers touching his cock now, caressing the hot flesh. Thunder neighed softly, his lips smacking together, his nostrils flaring while those brown eyes rolled in his head. The men were impressed. The catcalls stopped. They stood there, rubbing up against the splintery wood, watching half in awe, half in excitement as the woman began arousing the horse.

"Better than T.J., right, Jack?" Sam panted, his eyes narrowing.

"You bet, man. The Mexican chicks down there at the Blue Fox ain't got nothin' over this bitch here. She's doin' it for free!"

Yes, for free. A free show! That's what they were getting, a free show and a chance to watch her degrade herself. Her fingers were moving up and down the fat black cock now, tugging at the loose outer skin, making Thunder paw the ground with his forelegs. The barn reverberated with the pants and snorts of the animal, punctuated by Janice's cries and the men's taunts.

"Come on, baby, give 'em a blowjob. I wanna see your mouth on that fuckin' dick," Jack said.

"Yeah, just like before. We seen you lickin' his balls, draggin' your mouth on his cock. Now we wanna see it again," Jack seconded.

Janice swallowed hard. They were telling her nothing new. She was going to do that anyway. They had just hurried her along. Bending forward, the brunette tongued Thunder, touching his balls with the tip of her tongue while still working her fingers up and down, jacking at the big powerful cock. Up and down. Up and down. Her tongue sloshed up and down, while her fingers kept on squeezing that hefty hunk of prickmeat.

"Man, you think she can fuck it?"

Jack turned and grinned at his buddy.

"Yeah, why not? Man, I'll bet that bitch's cunt's itchin' for some horsemeat, right?"

Janice didn't hear them. She was too aroused by the touch of his cock and balls against her tongue and lips. But now she watched as they opened the stall, Jack stroking Thunder's head to keep him calm while Sam walked back to where Janice stood.

"Come on, baby. We're gonna really see that dog and pony show. You're gonna dig it, really dig it," he said, pulling the protesting woman from the stall.

Janice watched helplessly as Jack led the big stallion out of the small area into the central corridor. The other animals began to stir, some of the horses pushing their heads out and twisting them around in the direction of the naked woman and the two men. Jack stopped Thunder just outside his stall, petting him regularly on his sides while looking back to his buddy.

"Think he's gonna stand still long enough?" Sam wondered, tightening his grip on Janice's wrists.

"Give it a try. You're gonna have your cunt stretched big and wide, baby," Jack said, giving the animal a final pat on the head, then moving back to his buddy.

The two men petted Thunder's sides, talking to him while still holding onto Janice.

"What are you… you going to do?"

Janice pulled weakly at their grip. Sam held her with one hand, ducking down and crawling under the horse's flat belly. He kept stroking Thunder, talking to him, working his hand up and down the big stallion's legs to keep the animal calm.

"Get 'er down!" he ordered.

In a moment Janice found herself flat on the ground, her legs pulled to either side of the horse, the men gripping her ankles. She felt the hay scratching at her back and shoulders, wadding in her tangled brown hair. Staring straight up, she realized they had pulled her under Thunder. She saw his flat belly, saw that long, thick, hard cock she had been mouthing moments ago.

"Uh… get 'er up… yeah, that's it, man, gotta fit 'er on the Goddamned thing," Jack said, drawing her leg over one knee as Sam did the same thing.

The men were panting with the effort of tilting her body up, drawing her legs and thighs over their knees, then pulling her up toward Thunder's fat cock. Her knees were bent slightly, nearly touching the flat underbelly. Thunder was moving nervously around again, the hoofs pounding the ground dangerously close to her head. Janice let out a small cry, gasping for air as she felt his cock – that fat, black, horse prick brush up against her thigh.

"Gotta work it in for her, damn it. Fuck, touchin' a fuckin' horse's dick ain't my idea of a turn-on," Sam grumbled.

Janice blinked, her head on the ground while her torso was angled up. Both men held her legs spread widely apart, her asscheeks jiggling from their movements. And then Sam was holding Thunder's cock. It was so unreal, but there it was! And he was moving the horse's prick toward her cunt. They slid her up a little more. And then, in a moment, there was contact, the actual contact of Thunder's prick against her pussy.

"Ohhhh…" she moaned.

The cords stood out from her neck as she snapped her head back. Fucked by a horse! It was happening with the help of these two men. Behind her she could hear the other animals stomping around, neighing and growling while Thunder snorted with excitement. There was pressure, the sensation of being fucked by that big cock.

The prick slipped into the well-oiled, hot, fuzzy fuck hole. Janice twisted as much as she could, her hips working from right to left, up and down while her high-riding tits rolled back and slapped against her chin.

"Little more," Jack said.

"Yeah, lot more, man. She can take it all," Sam countered.

They dragged her up a little more, her cunt-lips splitting apart, spreading and peeling back for the fat hunk of cock-meat squeezing through her pussy-meat. It was awful, horrible, wonderful in a horrid way! Stars and bright lights exploded in front of Janice as she felt herself being torn in two by that prick. Thunder was going a little wild himself, his nostrils quivering while his thick lips curled back, revealing a long row of white teeth. He snorted loudly, then bent his hindquarters slightly, starting a pumping movement. He was fucking her, actually fucking her by that rocking movement. Tossing his head proudly from side to side, Thunder was fucking the attractive brunette.

For Janice it was like no other feeling in the world! Instead of being her attackers, the two men were actually her helpers, men out to grant her the ultimate in pleasure. They held her or rocked her up, easing the pressure of her body weight on her shoulder blades while feeding more and more of her hot cuntmeat to the animal's prick.

"Uhhhhhhh…" Janice was moaning mindlessly, not caring about the obscene, awkward positions they had her in.

More of that horse's cock was in her, stretching her, scratching that horrible itch in her cunt. She was filled with prick! For a moment Janice forgot where she was, what she was doing. There was only the sensation of something very hot and hard inside her, a red-hot poker melting through her cunt as if her pussy were butter. Her clit – how it throbbed, jerked and burned as more and more of that hard hot cock fucked between her cunt-lips and speared into her body.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Janice granted.

Thunder was fucking into her, his snorts and neighs becoming more frantic. Janice tried bending her legs, stretching them farther apart to accommodate the rutting animal. But Sam and Jack were off in their own worlds, moving her body up and down in perverted fucking movements. More straw and stubble rose in the air from the horse's anxious movements, burning Janice's eyes and nostrils, making her cough.

"Man, think he's gonna make it," Jack whispered.

The words burned into her soul. Janice stiffened, feeling his prick jumping around inside her. She could tell he was going to cum! She could feel that ballooning of his cockmeat against her cunt.

"Yagggghhhhhhh!" Jack screamed.

How the barn exploded! She could feel it, actually feel Thunder's jizz spraying out of his prickhead, eating like acid into her cunt walls! Everything around her glowed with a new life and light as her pussy cinched down tightly on that fat cock, the muscles cramping almost painfully, her nipples becoming another hot spot. Again and again her cunt tightened in uncontrollable spasms of delight, holding that squirming hunk of spurting cockmeat. The trampling of the hoofs near her head, the clouds of dirt and dust, the men holding her down – everything excited her. Fucked! Really fucked by a horse! That idea hurried the frantic woman to an even more powerful orgasm! Crying out, Janice beat her fists against the ground, her mind shattered by the fuck, by the rushing sensation of Thunder's jizz in her cunt.

And then it was over. Sam had pulled her out from under, leaving her curled in one corner while Jack led Thunder back in his stall.

"Man, man, you're somethin' else, baby. You'd probably take on a whole fuckin' zoo if you could," Jack said, checking to ensure the door to Thunder's staff was locked.

"Come on, man, let's have a drink, and let this fuckin' bitch get outta here herself," Sam responded, slapping his buddy squarely between the shoulders.

They left her there, sobbing, her knees nearly touching her chin. Between her legs Janice could still feel the horse's jizz oozing from her cunt slit. She had committed the ultimate. And yet there was no feeling of regret or guilt – surely not the amount she thought she would have had. There was fear her sister might find out. But that could be taken care of.

Back in the guest house, Linda lay cradled in Hank's arms, her passion spent by his cunt sucking and by his powerful cock fucking into her pussy.

"I ain't gonna give you up when your aunt comes back," Hank said kissing her lightly on the chin.

"No, no, I promise I… I won't let it happen – I mean, giving you up," she said, one hand straying between his legs. She felt his prick stirring once more as her fingers lightly toyed with the greased hunk of cockmeat.

"Better not, man. I got the hots for you and I mean they're pretty damned strong! I want you bad, Linda, real bad."

Hank was rolling on top of her now, tucking her under his hot, muscular body. She could already feel his prick warming up against her thighs, the cockhead pressing up against her cunt-lips.

"Ohhhhh, fuck me…"

There was her sister, of course, but Janice would be out of the way soon. She would manage her aunt. Yes, she would have to. Her happiness depended on that. And as she lay there, feeling Hank's fingers tighten around her shoulders, feeling his prickhead slide up into her cunt, she knew she would do anything to protect that happiness! Could life be any more wonderful? Could anyone, even her wild sister Janice, have such happiness? She thought not.

"Fuck me, fuck me…"

"Yeah, baby, gonna fuck you all the time from now on."

Linda hoped in her heart he would.