Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER EIGHT

While Linda was getting her brains fried by that wild fucking scene with her foreman, her sister Janice was having less success with her life. Sitting there, alone in the livingroom, thumbing through several magazines, she wondered if perhaps she shouldn't have gone to the dance. There would be drinks there, and men. Men! Her hands shook at the thought. Putting down the magazine, Janice rubbed her burning forehead with one finger. Men! Yes, she wanted men, not…

"Oh!" she moaned, remembering.

The episode in the barn still troubled her. She thought about what she'd nearly done, what she had done! Those terrible thoughts came back to mock her. A woman and a horse. A dog and pony show! The thought sickened her… sickened and did something else to her as well! She drummed her fingers nervously against the armrest, then found herself thinking about the barn, about the smells inside, and then about the horse. That beautiful black stallion stomping around inside one of the stalls.

Janice stiffened, shaking her head from side to side as if she were denying something to someone in front of her. She had to shake that vile thought from her mind. It was unnatural, completely… wrong!

But then the memory came again – the feel of the horse's flesh against her fingers, the sound of his snorting as she moved her hand back around the round muscular rump to his hindquarters where that strange, black, long cock dangled. And how his prick stiffened and grew so long and thick and hot as she touched his cock. There was even a point when she wondered about fucking.

"Good God, what am I doing?"

Again the woman shook her head, drawing both hands to her face and covering her eyes with her fingers. How could she be thinking this, even considering going back into the barn and touching that beast?

Janice was about to rise from the couch to mix herself a drink when she noticed Chad was in the livingroom once again. He had sneaked in and was standing nearby, his handsome head tilted to one side. Janice stopped halfway across the couch, her fingers curling, the tips digging into the soft cushions under her asscheeks. Sucking in a lower lip, the brunette hesitated, drawing one hand up to her lips and pressing it against her mouth. He had touched her once before, had brought her off. But was that any excuse for her to have him lick her cunt again? Shouldn't she just get up and ignore the animal, kick him away if he should try something?

"Here, boy." Her voice was small, gaspy.

The reality of the situation was starting to get blurry and fuzzy all over again. The thoughts of the stallion, the idea that her sister was probably getting fucked while she sat dutifully at home, were wearing her will thin.

"Here, Chad, come here," she said, patting the cushion next to her.

Chad still stood there nearby, almost looking as if he would rather be somewhere else. Janice started, feeling a little ashamed of her pleading. Pleading for a dog to jump up between her thighs and do what she needed to be done. Reaching down, Janice pulled the hem of her skirt up, rolling the garment up until it was roped around her waist. The farther she went, the more she touched herself, the more Janice wanted the animal licking her. As the seconds ticked maddeningly by on the wall clock, Janice could only think of Chad's marvelous tongue, the spitty touch of his snout as he licked her into oblivion.

"Chad… here…"

Janice found herself trembling, actually shaking with nervousness, with lust. She was supposed to be a woman of the world… or so her sister and others thought. What would they think now if they could see her now, perched on the edge of a sofa, petting a cushion, trying to get the big German Shepherd up on the couch for a lick-job! Janice smiled cynically at this thought, her smile fading under the rising heat of her pussy.

"Ohhhh… don't play games, Chad. Please, please…"

It had been some time since a man had touched her. But only a short while ago since a dog…

"Oh please, please, Chad…"

Janice felt her face flush and redden. She was so embarrassed at what had happened to her. Yes, there had been men in her life, but not that many. And certainly she had never done anything like this before – not even thought of doing it. And yet how so much had radically changed in the past few days. How her nostrils flared as she turned and looked at the big dog staring back at her. Wild, perverted thoughts bounced around in her head now. And what was even more strange was the way the dog was acting stand offish now, almost as if he wanted her to beg him for a fuck, for a lick.

"Here, Chad, up here," she said in a more insistent voice.

With a whimpering growl, Chad lazily crossed to the sofa and bounded up. Janice held her breath, feeling her chest tighten all over again. She closed her eyes, wondering for the last time if she should walk away. Once could be dismissed as an accident, no matter what the facts seemed to indicate. But twice?

"Ohhhh, Chad!" she groaned, giving in.

Janice slid over to him, petting his sides with her trembling fingers. How warm, how soft and silky his long fur was. She was burning up with passion. She knew why. That horse! How horrible, how dirty! But yet there it was, the truth – torn between a horse and a dog! The situation was almost laughable. Surely she had to be going mad. Only insane people would have this kind of dilemma, these kind of thoughts.

Closing her eyes once more, Janice saw the stallion's strong sleek body, saw his powerful muscles rippling under the slick flesh as she touched him. Thunder! That was the right name for an animal like that, something powerful, something that could sweep over the countryside, arouse the overwhelming passions Janice felt stirring in her at the thought of him, at the thought of his name.

"Nice dog…"

Her hand slipped under his powerful chest. Gingerly Janice felt back along the thinning fur until she found the bulge of his cocksheath.

She shook herself with shame, drawing back her hand as if she'd touched or stove. What was she letting herself get into? But that grazing touch had brought about a change in Chad's attitude. He whimpered and began licking her arm. She could see a tiny point of red had peeked out of the cocksheath. Reaching out, Janice started massaging him on the sides. She was alone. It was late. No one would know. Her sister wouldn't be home for a long, long time. And how she needed release, the sensation of being fucked.

"Good dog," she gasped again, feeling his cock slide out from his body.

She was actually touching his doggie cock. Yes, she was rubbing her knuckles on his prick, feeling his cock stiffen under her caresses. He was breathing hard, making odd whistling sounds through his nostrils. The fur was so warm, so ticklishly delicious against her flesh. The dog was licking her steadily now, lapping at her wrist. She let go and fell back on the sofa once more, tilting her cunt up toward him. Again she had worn no panties. She must have known, must have guessed she would be doing something like this, that she would let herself slip somehow… either with the horse or the dog. If she had a choice between two evils, wasn't letting the dog go down on her better than taking a chance with the horse?

He was down between her legs, nosing her thigh. And then he was licking her all over, dragging his tongue up along her throbbing cunt mound. And it was throbbing, aching so much from the excitement she had tried to ignore all day. How lovely it felt when he peeled back the outer cunt-lips. Her heart was beating like a trip-hammer. For a second Janice tried to understand what had brought her down this path. What had made her attracted to animals, to dogs, to horses? Why was she suddenly obsessed with nothing but thoughts of letting Chad and Thunder fuck her?

"Ohhhh my… my God!"

Already Janice was forgetting about the right and wrong of the situation. She was forgetting about what her sister and the rest of society would think of her if they were to find out. Fucking men was one thing. As much as they might frown on that, they certainly would reel away in horror as they would if they knew the truth.

"Yesss… Chad…"

Janice felt her head exploding with all sorts of crazy notions. Reaching down, rubbing her fingertips along her thighs, the frantic brunette pulled her cunt even farther apart with her hands. She wanted the hot, slick tongue of the big German Shepherd touching every inch of her pussy. Raped by that tongue! Somehow the thought of being raped by Chad's tongue brought frantic whimpers from her throat.

And yet, though she liked what he was doing, Janice knew something was missing. Why couldn't his tongue be harder? Why couldn't she have the feeling of being stuffed with prick? Why couldn't he do something more to her?

"Uhhhh!" Janice gasped.

Her head was spinning. Swallowing hard, the woman stuck one finger in her cunt, then another, moving them back and forth as if someone were fucking here, really fucking her. It would be easy enough for her to get a man. All she had to do was go to the dance. It was still early enough. There would be one or two men there alone. And certainly she was attractive and sexy enough to get someone decent. And then they could stroll out into the darkened countryside, lay down and…

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" Janice let out another whimpery gasp from her throat.

She grabbed the German Shepherd's fur roughly and pulled his snout into her cunt. She needed something to fill herself with, something to have fucking in and out of her cunt, trenching out her fuckhole. Janice felt the tiny muscles cramping with tension and lust. Fingers weren't any good anymore. No, she wanted something longer, something thicker.

Chad was licking her cunt hard now, concentrating his tonguing up and down her wet pussy, directing his movements against the wet mound of pink flesh throbbing hard like an opened wound. A cock. A real cock. Yes, that was what she needed, something that wouldn't tease her. Something that would bring her around, would excite her to the limit.

Chad was making muted growling noises in his throat now. Janice knew what that meant. She felt him nuzzling her thighs, in a sense trying to roll her over.

"I… I can't… just can't."

But it was as if some dark power had taken her over. Janice sucked in a little breath, feeling his narrow, powerful back humping as his instincts began to guide him.

"Oh my God…"

In a moment Janice found herself on the floor, her arms stretched out to either side of her body, her head turned to one side and her cheek pressed against the floor. Some brown hairs had fallen over her eyes while her ass stuck up in the air, fuck juice dribbling down from her cunthole and sticking her thighs. She was waiting to be mounted, crouching down, curling her toes until they cramped.

Chad was behind her once more, his tongue hanging out, then moving up as he licked her ass hungrily. The tickle was excruciating, just as before. But now there was an added thrill, one that sharpened her sense of excitement and lust. She was going to give herself totally to an animal, to a dog!

"Here… Chad, here," she moaned.

Paws scratched at her asscheeks. Then she felt the weight of the dog's underside brush over her spine. His weight was on her back. He was on her, actually on top of her, moving around, trying to slip his prick into her pussy. Janice knelt there, her head spinning madly around and around. What was she doing? She had her spine bowed down, her ass shoved out to make the angle of her cunt right… as right as she thought it would be for fucking. Chad was above her, his forepaws wrapped around her chest, holding her to him while his hindquarters pranced nervously behind her. She could feel his doggie prick rubbing up and down her thighs, stabbing blindly around, looking for that warm, wet, hot, furry hole he'd been licking earlier.

"My… my God!"

A thrill of wild sexuality filled her mind and chest. Her long brown hair hung down to curtain her face as she pushed herself up and waited for that touch, that horrible, wonderful touch of his prick. Janice's shapely ass moved, dipped. Something brushed against her clit, something very, very hot and slick.

"Fuck… fuck…" the woman was babbling now, wagging her ass around to urge Chad on.

Again Janice wondered if this was really happening. Thoughts of men drifted through her mind as she moved under the dog's body. Yes, it was happening, really happening. The woman felt the red tip of Chad's prick brush along her cunt crack. A flash of fear and guilt and shame poured through her reeling mind. Disgust made her a little sick as she felt her excitement peak. She was walking on the fringe of satisfying her need to have her cunt filled. But could she go that far? Could she actually let this animal fuck her?

There was more of his prick, more of his angry prick sliding into her cunt mouth. Janice felt his forelegs tighten, felt his hindquarters prance nervously around behind her while his body shivered against her back. He was fucking her, really fucking her. More and more of that dog's knobby cockmeat was fucking into her cunthole. Janice closed her eyes, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Fucked by a dog! Fucked by a dog! The statement repeated itself over and over in her confused mind as Chad fucked more of his prick into her.

"Uhhhhh!"

Her belly jerked and tightened. Janice gasped, opening her eyes, then closing them tightly again. It was foul, so very foul! And yet there was a definite sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins, making her brain boil with delight. She snapped her head from side to side now, her hair whipping across her face and the tops of her whitened knuckles. Chad pulled back a little, then shoved forward, pulled back, then fucked a little deeper, his bushy tail brushing over the tops of her feet.

"My God, my God!" Janice gasped.

Janice felt his hot breath blowing against the back of her neck, felt his head nestling in the valley between her jutting shoulder blades. In and out, in and out, faster and faster he fucked, his grunts echoing in Janice's ears like cannon shots. There was little technique with the animal. There was nothing but lust. Sheer wild animal lust taking over, turning him into a fucking machine. Well, she could lust as well, rut under his body, back up and wag her tail from side to side in an attempt to get more friction, get more of his prick up her pussy.

Rational thought no longer existed for the tormented woman. Her tits jiggled from side to side, slapping together, their tips brushing over the silky material of her blouse. How she wanted to take all her clothes off. But there was no time now, no time for anything except fucking with the dog, letting him fuck her until she went mindless with delight.

In a moment Janice realized the dog was going to cum. She could feel him trembling on top of her, heard the whimpering growls that told her he was going to make it. The woman cried out again and again, clawing at the carpeting until little tufts of torn piling collected under her nails. Soon, soon.

"Yaaaaggghhhhhhh!" Janice screamed.

Suddenly Janice broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries of delight. Cumming! He was cumming, shooting his load into her cunt. The woman pitched forward, her elbows collapsing again. There was the sensation of something pulling out of her cunt. Of course, it was Chad's cock! She had fallen forward somehow, pulled free of the big animal. Oh, she should get up, get back and let him fuck her. But things were happening too fast.

Janice felt herself being bounced around in a sea of sensations. Her pussy convulsing, feeling so damned itchy and achy and then going into those awful spasms of delight… a delight she had rarely felt before!

And when it was over, it was over! There were no lingering caresses, no licks of appreciation. Chad pulled away, trotting away to a corner and lying down where once more he proceeded to lick his shrinking prick. Janice pulled herself back onto the couch, knocking off the magazine she had been looking through moments before. How her cunt burned and throbbed! And there was that sticky, wet sensation between her cunt-lips! Doggie jizz! She shuddered, rubbing her upper arms briskly with both hands. The thought that she'd gone all the way with Chad somehow pleased as well as repulsed her. It was very confusing.