Horse-loving niece

CHAPTER NINE

"Damn!"

Janice rolled onto her ass once more, one arm draped over her face. It was going to be a long, long night. Chad had made her cum violently, with a passion she hadn't known for a long, long time. But now, as she lay naked on her bed, the sheets having been kicked off long ago, the brunette thought once more about looking for the dog. It was nearly midnight. Her sister wasn't home yet. That dance must have been quite an affair. Janice laughed a little bitterly, again imagining the blonde twisting and turning under that foreman's fucking body.

He was so handsome too. Handsome and virile. If she had made a move, Janice was sure she could have landed him in the sack. But Linda was her sister and Janice had no right stealing men from the girl.

But what she wouldn't have given to have a man now! Getting up, Janice sat in her bed, staring blankly at the opposite wall. The only sound outside was the constant chorusing of the crickets at the small creek near the house. The dog. Yes, she would to it again. She would fuck with Chad one more time and…

And then an idea struck her, one that nearly sent her falling back onto the bed. Thunder. There was no one around. She wouldn't have to worry about discovery. Her flesh chilled, then flushed hot. It was so wrong, so terribly wrong. And yet some force was guiding her out of bed, moving her to the wall where her blue silken gown hung. Draping it loosely over her shoulders and tying the belt, Janice moved swiftly, rushing from her bedroom, down the darkened hall to the stairs. Padding down the steps she saw Chad lying sleepily in the livingroom. He raised his head and blinked his eyes, watching her with mild curiosity as she walked briskly through the room and into the kitchen. Through the high window over the sink, Janice could see the barn.

She leaned against the sink, tightening her grip on the counter. There was still a chance, an opportunity for her not to give in, not to surrender to whatever sick thing it was inside her that made her cunt itch so badly, hum for that animal.

"Ohhhhh, what's the use?" she moaned in defeat.

Turning, the woman unlocked the back door and rushed into the cool night air. She stopped just at the threshold of the back door, inhaling the clean oxygen and feeling her tits rise and fall, the nipples brushing sexily against the smooth material. Warm trickles of cunt juice ran down the insides of her thighs, making her excitement that much more intense. No, there was no chance for her now! There could be no arguments, no blocks that would stop her from going to that barn. Wiping her palms on her gown, Janice moved like one possessed toward the barn. She was getting more and more lightheaded. Her heart beat wildly while her blood rushed through her veins. A breeze from the east stirred her hair, blowing soft wisps across her face. The horse was there in its stall. She could almost hear him panting, moving about in that small confined area. It was late. No one would know. Again and again these two thoughts appear in her mind as she moved toward the half-opened door.

Janice was almost past caring about what she was going to do. She knew she was running from one kind of degradation and into another. A dog! And now… no, no, she couldn't think of it. Besides, she was just going to touch his cock. That was all. She was simply curious about Thunder's cock.

Sounds! Janice froze for one moment, then ran forward, disappearing into the barn. She slipped to one side of the door, pressing her back and shoulder blades against the rotting wood, feeling her heart beating so loud she was sure someone could hear. The sounds became louder. Singing? Laughing? A combination of both, really. It had to be some of the hands coming back from that dance. They lived in the quarters nearby. What if they were to come in and find her here… and dressed like this? Instinctively Janice grabbed her gown, clutching it to her naked body and feeling a little sick.

"Hey, should we check the barn?"

Janice thought she was going to faint. Pressing back harder against the wall, she wished she could disappear.

"Naw, man, come on. I'm too fuckin' drunk to worry about them damn horses. Besides, Hank's done the work for us today. Gotta get some shut eye."

There was more mumbling, more muffled argument. And then the voices died away. Janice held her breath, then slowly exhaled. They were gone! Thank God! Pushing herself from the wall, Janice picked her way carefully through the hay. The other horses backed away nervously, snorting and staring at her with those big eyes. She moved from stall to stall, her excitement growing, her cunt seeping more and more hot moisture as she thought of Thunder, of that big black stallion up ahead. Her chest was tightening, her breathing becoming shallow, rapid. Even the ticklish sensation of the stubble working its way between her bare toes excited her.

"Thunder…" she whispered.

She stopped in front of the black stallion and stared at him. Her cunt felt as if it were swollen open under her gown. Janice bit her lower lip, reaching up and slowly unfolding the belt of her nightgown. It was silly, ridiculous, but she was doing her best to excite the beast. Thunder stopped his back and forth movements and seemed frozen, those big brown eyes appearing to grow even softer as she opened her robe and shrugged the sheer material from her shoulders. Janice shuddered as the garment puddled around her ankles.

She whispered his name again. Standing there in the semi-darkness, the brunette was afraid to move. But then she did, opening the stall and carefully stepping in. This whole thing seemed unreal, a deliciously evil nightmare.

"Ohhhh, beautiful horse, beautiful…"

Standing to the right, Janice began stroking the stallion's sides, feeling his warm flesh, feeling the strange silky touch of his slick hairs against her hand. It was so odd, her standing there in the stall, stark naked with this horse panting nervously, excitedly next to her. Running her fingers up and down his sides, she felt the muscles quivering, felt his flesh warming to her touch.

Slowly, gently, her hand went back to the horse's hindquarters. Janice stopped once more, closing her eyes and putting her free hand to her chest. It was so hard to breathe again, a problem she had when terribly aroused. Was she aroused? Oh God, yes! There couldn't be any question of it! The sounds, the smells, the touch, everything conspired to drive her into this position.

She moved her hand back a little farther, caressing the rounded curves of his rump, feeling the gentle stroke of his tail as Thunder neighed and shuffled his forelegs over the stubbly floor.

"There, Thunder, there's no problem," Janice whispered, stroking the stallion evenly and speaking softly to him at the same time. "It's just me, just Janice."

How her nostrils burned with the air the sucked in! Moving her hands yet farther behind and lower, the woman tried to look down between Thunder's powerful hindquarters.

"Ohhhh yesss…" she hissed.

There it was! That long, thick black thing hanging from between his legs. His cock! She had run away at this point some time ago. Seeing that fat, tunnel-like cock dangling from his belly, Janice had panicked, rushed from the barn and into the house, her cunt running with fuck juice, her body aching with desire. But this time she wasn't going to run. This time Janice slipped her hand down, down past the split in the animal's ass, down to those large baseball nuts that dangled heavily below.

"Easy, Thunder."

At first touch the big black stallion snorted impatiently, his eyes rolling, his black nostrils quivering while he pawed the stall and moved to the left. She could hear the wooden stall wall groaning under his weight as he pressed against it. Janice moved with the startled animal, stroking his back once more, cooing to him – then dropping her trembling fingers to those fat balls one more time.

"Ohhhh, nice Thunder, good boy."

This time the animal didn't move. He let out a long shuddering sigh, dipping his head and shaking it, the long black mane fluttering from side to side with the movement. Janice sighed as well, the tips of her fingers stroking those fat balls. Never had she touched anything like them in her life! They were so hot, so terribly hot and tight. The skin was something like leather pulled to the tearing point. And yet apparently they were sensitive to the touch of her fingertips. Thunder was shuddering, snorting at Janice, then moving back and forth, twisting his head around to see her better. When she saw those brown eyes fixed on her, the woman leaned heavily against his body, her knees threatening to give way under her. What kind of slut was she turning into?

Her fingers lingered at his balls for a while, gathering up the leathery flesh, caressing them while she moved even closer to the beast. Thunder's tail stopped wagging from side to side. It stayed half poised, his hindquarters spread as if he were going to take a dump. But Janice knew better. Even from this short period of time she'd been with the horse she knew better. He was inviting her to go further, to touch him all over, perhaps to do something more.

The woman's mind was spinning as she moved her fingers down, down the tiny ridge of flesh that separated his balls from the base of his cock. There she stopped, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. It had grown to such a big size! Peering down, Janice could see the shiny black prickhead peeking out from the leathery foreskin. How much different this was than a man's cock, even a dog's cock! Shaking her head, moving her hand down to his prick, Janice slowly traced her fingertips along the hot, jerking cock. How her pussy burned! How the heat made her elastic cunt-lips curl over one another, shudder while her cunt muscles tensed and ached, begging to be touched. Sighing again, Janice dropped one hand to her pussy, stroking the lips open, peeling them back and working two fingers in and out of her soppy cunthole while keeping one knuckle constantly against her clit. More whirls of bright colors exploded in front of her eyes as she felt the massive cock begin to grow hotter and hotter in her hand, jerking between her slender fingers.

"My God, I'm… I'm doing it. I'm really doing it," she whispered.

Thunder neighed again. Janice felt her knees getting weaker. Letting out a soft cry, she slipped a third finger into her cunthole, the nails scraping the slick folds and hollows of her pussy while her other hand continued to stroke Thunder's prick. She moved her palm flatly over the bottom of the stallion's cock, pushing it down until her fingertips were brushing over the slick head.

"Oh God, God…"

Closing her eyes, Janice shivered, a series of spasms racing through her overheated cunt. Her tits swung out, brushing up and down against the stallion's sides. How good it was, feeling her nipples touching that warm, firm surface. She could have stayed like this all evening, stroking the big horse, touching him all over while resting her body against his. But that hot, tight achy feeling between her legs drove her on. She wanted more sensation, more of the big horse.

"Oh easy, Thunder. I'm not… uhhh… not going to hurt you," she panted.

It was just like touching a man, just like jacking him off. She moved her hands up and down, feeling the leathery foreskin gathering in her fingers, then tightening as more prickmeat slipped from the sheath. Looking up, Janice saw those beautiful brown eyes seem to grow wider as they stared at her. What was he thinking? What did he think about her, about what she was doing? She shivered, wondering if the animal could think at all, or was he simply responding to a purely physical action?

She wanted more, something more than simply jacking off the horse! She shook her head violently from side to side, wondering about what she was thinking of, about what she was going to do. Lust churned through her belly and rushed through every fiber of her body. How she wanted to touch herself all over, have the big animal somehow touch her all over!

"My God… oh my dear God!"

Janice pulled her cunt-lips farther back, exposing the tiny pulsing lump of pink flesh. She began flailing her clit faster and faster, her fingers worked faster an faster, in and out of her fuckhole. Many times men had fucked her, fucking their cocks so fast that the headboard of her bed slammed against the rear wall. And then there was Chad, that lovely German Shepherd still in the house. How it had felt when he finally mounted her, fucking that knobby thing in and out of her pussy.

Her mind was going, frying under the rising excitement of jacking off this horse. Her belly tightened while her hips twisted shamelessly. Janice could feel her cunt-lips rubbing against one another from her movements. The excitement was there, at a keen pitch. But still she wanted more, more, more!

"My… ohhhh yes, fuck…"

Even as she pinched her clit terribly, guilty thoughts rose in her mind. Was it possible for the horse to fuck that cock in her? Even just a little bit? She had been fucked by a dog already. The boundary had been crossed, the barrier broken. What was the difference?

It was unbelievable. Janice found herself dropping down to the floor, her head bending forward, her tongue out. She touched his ass gently, gingerly with the tip of her tongue. There was no foul taste, no sudden spasm of revulsion in her belly. Letting out another shuddering sigh, the woman worked her way down to the leather black sac dangling from between Thunder's hindquarters. At the same time she worked her fingers faster and faster over the big stud's prick. He was growing really nervous now, stomping his forelegs, swishing his tail frantically from side to side.

Janice stopped for a moment, a helpless victim trapped in her own vortex of lust. She pinched and plucked at her clit while her asscheeks tightened and separated. She was on the brink of orgasm, teetering on the line of climax! While she twisted her swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, she stuck her fingers deeper in her pussy. How she gasped and sobbed, feeling that orgasm getting closer and closer. She was fluttering her tongue now, reaching the base of his prick, tasting, feeling the incredible warmth of that big cook.

There was some movement outside the woman didn't hear. There was, in fact, little she could have heard at this point. Her knees bent a little more, her tongue trailing down the sensitive back of Thunder's black cock. She could smell stale piss and shit and still the woman went crazy, licking her tongue up and down that big black prick, her lips now nibbling the leathery flesh. She would have given anything at this point to have that cock fucking in and out of her! How she would have loved to have his prick spreading apart her itchy cunt walls, the fat black cockhead drilling down into her body until she exploded into thousands of brightly colored pieces!

"I… I can't… ohhhhh!"

Janice came with the fury of a firestorm or a volcano. She was halfway down on the prick, her lips sucking hard at the flesh, her fingers working that tough foreskin back and forth over the steely inner core of the horse's prick. An explosion burst over her thighs, her rump dancing and jiggling, her firm plump asscheeks slapping together. Cum, cum! And now the animal was cumming!

Janice could feel it, actually feel the horse's jizz flushing through his cock, spraying out of the end. It was like holding the garden hose! Her fingers tightened around the big cock as she held his prick firmly in her hands, directing the hot spray of cum onto a spot between the animal's legs, occasionally licking from the stream. The two of them cumming together, cumming like this! It was something too unreal, too obscene to be true!

And yet it was true. Janice stayed there for several more moments, gathering her strength, feeling her wits return to her. She'd done it! She'd actually done it. Perhaps she had worked the perversity out of her system, perhaps she would have no more perverted desires to rush out of the house and see the animal, touch him like this.

Janice backed away, bent down and picked up her gown. It was covered with hay. She shook out the stubble, slipping it over her shoulders, then stepping quietly from the stall. Her legs were still shaky from the recent sexual bout. Drawing the silky material together, feeling it caress her still sensitive nipples, Janice cast one last look at the big animal. He had pushed his head over the stall front and was staring at her, his pointed ears twisted around toward her while those black rubbery lips worked over his teeth.

The woman walked from the barn, cracking open the door and peering from side to side. No one was around. Her visit, her guilt was still… or so she thought. Closing the door, Janice slipped quickly across the yard, fighting off accusing thoughts.