Sister Loves Horses
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: 
What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably 
never be answered. 

The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is 
considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the 
main character of this novel. 

Jean Harris is a girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which 
control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal 
behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the 
fiery blonde is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, 
risking everything for the promise of gratification. 

SISTER LOVES HORSES--the story of one girl tormented by her needs and the 
fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for 
serious thought. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"What a lovely horse!" 

Jean Harris stood in the cavernous barn, her tight-fitting halter pressing 
suggestively against her thirty-six-inch tits. She was a little 
uncomfortable here in the country, having spent all her life in the concrete 
jungle of Los Angeles. Standing here now, feeling her feet sinking into the 
soft hay covering over the stable floor, she watched as her sister, Janice, 
brushed the black coat of her newest purchase. 

"And cost me an arm, too," Janice said, laughing lightly as she moved the 
brush over the big animal's sides. 

There was something about a horse, especially one as beautiful as this 
animal, Jean thought, rubbing her hand over her thighs. An odd rush of 
feelings was making her a little dizzy, a little out of focus as she watched 
her sister brushing the stallion. It was the change of scenery, the change 
of pace that was making her feel spaced. Of course, that was it. She rubbed 
her sweaty palms on her jeans once more, ignoring the slow, but sure and 
steady build-up of sexual heat between her legs. I'm just acting silly, Jean 
thought to herself, swallowing a lump of fear and excitement. 

"What's his name?" 

"Niagara. Pretty, don't you think? And Fred Simmons told me he'll be a 
first-class stud. I should make a fortune, with him servicing all the mares 
in the county," Janice said, stopping her brushing for a moment and winking 
at Jean. 

The twenty-four-year-old blonde blushed furiously under her sister's steady 
gaze. Janice knew she didn't like to hear that kind of talk. There was 
something horrible about listening to dirty jokes, especially coming from a 
woman. Janice certainly had turned somewhat vulgar since she'd inherited 
this property from their uncle and moved from Long Beach. 

"Tell me, Jan, do you really like it out here? I mean, it seems so... so 
desolate," Jean said, trying to change the subject. 

Janice stopped brushing again to cock her head and smile slyly at her 
sister. It was the kind of smile that made Jean feel uncomfortable. 

"Oh, there's things to do out here. We're not total savages, you know." 

"Well... I meant... " That smile! Jean knew what Janice was talking about. 
Men. Sex. She had always been a slightly wild one. And now she was throwing 
it up to her sister with just that knowing smile. The blush extended, 
burning the roots of her hair. Jean wanted to sink through the barn floor as 
that awful itch teased her swelling cuntlips. 

"I know what you meant, Janice," the brunette said, turning away to resume 
her grooming. 

Neither woman spoke for several minutes, the only sound being the horse's 
steady, even breathing. At times, he pawed the loose hay around his stall, 
turning his big black head around to stare at Jean. Those big brown eyes. 
How they made her tremble. He snorted, tossing his head up and down, his 
long black mane shaking from side to side. 

Jean had always admired horses. They were beautiful creatures. But now Jean 
was feeling something else, something she found terribly upsetting. Of 
course, it had to be her imagination working overtime. Or perhaps she was 
simply tired. Why should she feel any sort of attraction to this beast? 

"I've been meaning to ask you a question, Jean," Janice said, laying down 
the brush. She edged out of the stall, patting the snorting animal 
comfortingly against its side, then wiping her hand on a long white towel 
hanging at the front of the area. "Have you ever really... " She paused for 
a moment, biting on her lower lip, obviously weighing whether she should say 
anything. "Well, what I mean to ask is, have you every really been laid?" 

What had she said? Jean's eyes widened, and her pulse quickened as she stood 
there in the barn in front of her sister. "What?" 

"Well, I was just curious, Jean. I mean, I've never seen you go out; not 
unless we've doubled or something back in L.A. I was just curious," Jan said 
casually, brushing past her sister and wiping some of the hay stubble from 
her cotton shirt. 

"Wait! You just can't ask me that kind of thing, and then walk away." 

Jean followed her sister out of the barn, into the large, graveled yard. She 
lay one restraining hand on her sister's shoulder. The blonde's heart beat 
wildly. 

"All right. I'm sorry," Janice said, brushing the hair from her eyes. A wind 
was picking up from the east. "I was just, well, you know, curious. Well 
have you? Have you ever fucked a man?" 

"No," Jean answered, blushing. 

Janice smiled and nodded. She brushed several strands of hair from her eyes. 

"I didn't think so. Well, that can be remedied," she sighed, hooking one arm 
around her sister's waist and guiding her up to the rambling one-story ranch 
house. "There's a dance tonight. I want you to come. It's in town, and 
there's plenty of men there... all, well, anxious to meet women. And someone 
like you shouldn't have a problem meeting a guy." 

"I... I don't think so, Jan. I mean... I wouldn't know what to do. And to go 
to a place just to meet somebody for... I can't say it." 

"Oh, come on Jean. This is the twentieth century," Jan said, opening the 
door for her. "Hoop skirts went out a long time ago. Think about it. I'm 
going to clean up and go into town for a little shopping. Want to come 
along?" 

"No, no thanks. I'll just rest up," Jean said, turning around and looking 
through the screen door at the barn. For some unknown reason, the image of 
that beautiful black stallion flashed across her mind. With that picture 
came the strange, throbbing feeling, a flush that radiated across her belly, 
her asscheeks, her cunt. 

"And you'll take care of her, won't you, Shep?" Janice cooed. 

The big, handsome German shepherd stretched out his front legs, spread his 
paws and yawned sleepily. He had been in front of the couch, his bushy tail 
curled around his hindquarters. He looked up questioningly, his tongue 
hanging out, as the two women stared down at him. He was a friendly dog, one 
of Janice's best companions. 

Jean reached down, scratching the handsome shepherd behind his pointed ears. 
Shep nuzzled against her arm appreciatively, letting out small grunts of 
pleasure while her fingers brushed along his body. 

"The two of you have a good time, now. I've got to buy some things for the 
dance. You want anything?" Janice called over her shoulder as she rushed 
upstairs. 

"No, no, take your time. I'll be fine," Jean said, already having made up 
her mind not to go. Turning around, she sat down on the couch and listened 
to her sister bustling around upstairs. 

Jean began wondering just how well she trusted herself now. Her mother was 
far away, in Palo Alto, unable to extend her considerable influence over her 
daughter any more. Of course, it was there, hovering over her like a black 
cloud whenever she thought about men, about fucking! 

Jean knew how hot she really was, about how much she so desperately wanted 
to lose her cherry. There was little fun in sitting by herself at night, 
watching television, when there were clubs where men picked up women to 
fuck. Fuck. At times she thought about the man she would try to have pick 
her up--tall, dark handsome, bright eyes and well-built with enough... 

But the thoughts brought on feelings, emotions she knew she couldn't handle. 
So Jean managed to push them out of her mind, tuck them safely away in some 
corner. That is, she managed to do that, until now. Once more, temptation 
arose in the form of that dance. She thought about all those husky ranch 
hands, the farmers of the area. They were hot, ready, willing and able. She 
could imagine her sister and how well she operated here. Oh, if only she had 
the courage, the nerve to get up and go to that party! 

"Well, I'm off," Jan announced, rushing down the stairs. "Anybody calls, 
tell them I'll be back in an hour or so. See you then!" 

Jan rushed out the door. Jean heard the pick-up truck start, then crunch 
over the drive to the main road. In a moment, she was alone, alone with the 
dog and the wind outside. 

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, and rested it against the sofa. 
That tickling, burning itch was getting worse again! Jean put one hand up to 
her burning forehead, and she rubbed her fingertips along her flesh. Her 
cunt felt hot and wet. When she moved her hips slightly, the velvety 
surfaces rubbed together and more juice oozed out. This was the worst it had 
been in a long time, perhaps ever. 

"Dear, gracious God!" 

She was breathing heavily now, as if she were rolling around in a bed with a 
man on top of her. God! She was thinking about that again, thinking about 
having men doing that to her, fucking her! Fucking. What a vulgar, yet 
exciting word. 

Only bad women let men take advantage of them. 

Again, her mother's croaking voice pried into her mind, making her stiffen, 
making her so terribly ashamed about the feelings she was sensing now 
between her shivering legs. 

"Oh, mother, I'm sorry," she whispered, realizing at once how silly and 
awful this whole thing was. Her mother had been right. Perhaps in a few 
years, when she met a man who would respect her, perhaps marry her, Jean 
would do something in bed. But now it was just too embarrassing, too awkward 
to go out with a man. 

She was thinking about men, about why they always assumed a girl was on the 
make when she went out. Why couldn't they leave her alone, just let her 
enjoy dinner without worrying about the inevitable pass she'd have to fight 
off at the front door. 

Jean took in another deep breath, feeling a little better. She glanced down 
at her wristwatch. Four-thirty. The few hired hands Jan employed would be 
going home now. 

Her sister had managed to start quite a stud ranch, converting their uncle's 
fields into grazing land for the animals. Success in business, and probably 
equal success in bed. 

How Jean envied her, envied her freedom, her sexuality. Yes, tonight Jan 
would probably pick up some man. All sorts of images flashed through her 
mind as Jean thought of the dance she'd never attend. 

"I... I can't go... I just can't." 

Sitting up, putting one hand to her tits, Jean inhaled a sharp breath. Just 
that little movement, that slight shift of her hips sent shivers racing 
through her pussy. She felt her cuntlips curling over, the heat 
concentrating in that fuzzy bundle between her legs. No man had ever touched 
her there. No man had ever touched her at all. 

"Dear... dear God!" 

It was getting worse. It was a kind of attack, an attack of sexual arousal. 
And there was nothing in the world she could do. 

Glancing down, she saw Shep staring curiously at her, his black nostrils 
quivering as he sniffed. His head moved up, his pointy ears pricking 
forward. 

Jean fell back on the sofa. Dropping her hands to her thighs, she rubbed her 
legs over the thin Levi material. Even her moans had changed, becoming low 
and sexy. Somehow, the top two buttons of her thin cotton blouse had become 
undone. She arose to her feet again, feeling so woozy, so drunk. 

Perhaps she should see a psychiatrist when she got back to L.A. next week. 
What would he do? Some, she heard, actually seduced their patients, fucked 
them right there in the office as a kind of treatment. Would she latch onto 
one like that? Perhaps she should go into the office and ask for an orgasm. 
Even the word sounded so clinical, like something you would pick off the 
pharmacy shelf at the market. Orgasms, take two. Again, the blonde smiled. 

But there was little to laugh about. Her breathing was shallow and hot 
through her flared nostrils. She felt shakier than usual, not herself at 
all. It had been that way all day, and especially in the barn with that 
animal. Niagara! Why was she thinking of the horse now, when her cunt was 
aching? 

"God!" she gasped. 

Jean managed to stagger to the small bar Jan had just installed. Bottles, 
sparkling with gin, vodka and bourbon, lined one wall while several glasses 
stood like soldiers before her. A drink. That would take the edge off. 
Although Jean took very little liquor, she thought this was the occasion for 
it. 

Her fingers trembled on the bottle as another rush of electric heat raced 
through her cunt. What was she to do? 

"Uh!" Jean gasped in surprise. Something was pressing up against the seat of 
her pants. The dog! Damn, the dog! He was smelling her, sniffing her ass the 
way dogs sniffed other dogs' asses! "No!" 

Horror and revulsion spread like a fever through the woman. Dropping the gin 
bottle to the floor with a dull thud, she wheeled around and slapped at the 
big German shepherd. She stumbled backward, overturning one bar stool. The 
crash startled both woman and beast. 

"Get away from me, Shep. Just get away from me," she whispered. 

Reaching back with one hand, Jean grabbed another bottle, this time wrapping 
her fingers more tightly around the neck. Shep had scooted away, then 
wheeled around to face her, his forelegs spread apart, his head down low, a 
steady growl in his throat. Was he going to attack? Was he going to try 
something funny with her? Whatever his plan, Jean wasn't going to let him do 
it. She didn't know how all this started. She didn't know how a docile, 
friendly dog had suddenly turned into some raging monster. But he wasn't 
going to hurt her. 

"Get back, Shep, get back," she said threateningly, her eyebrows knitting 
together while she edged along the front of the counter. If only she could 
get to the kitchen doorway, she would rush out the house, then wait for 
Janice to return. "Now!" she cried. 

The dog rushed her. Screaming, Jean hurled the bottle at him. She cried out 
with horror as the missile shot past Shep's right ear, shattering against 
the wall. The animal ignored the loud sound. He charged her, ramming his 
nose up against the seat of her Levi's. There was a resulting thrill that 
made her knees weak. Jean was horrified at the dog, and she was revolted at 
the feelings running riot through her mind now, bleaching out every decent, 
moral thought she had ever had. Clinging to the bar counter with one hand, 
she waved her other in front of her. 

Shep nosed her shamelessly now, whimpering and keening through his nostrils. 
Jean tried kicking at him, but with little success. The room began to spin 
around her. With another groan, she felt herself slipping to the floor. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"My God, my God, what's happening to me... what?" Jean cried. 

The dog swirled around, circling her, easily missing her fists and her legs 
as she knelt there on the floor by the bar. The carpeting was soaked with 
liquor, stinking of booze! What would she tell Jan? Certainly not the truth. 

But that was another problem. Right now she had the dog on her hands, that 
awful dog nosing around her thighs, sniffing her cunt. 

"Get... get away!" 

Her commands had no effect on the animal. He was all over her, licking her 
sandaled feet, licking her face, then moving around and touching her ass 
with his cold, black snout! 

Inhaling another ragged breath, Jean crawled forward, bumping her forehead 
against the sofa. Turning, she crawled toward the stairs. All the while, she 
was letting out long, shuddering breaths. Her tits were jiggling sexily in 
her bra, and her blouse slipped completely out of her Levi's. 

"No!" Jean yelled. 

She jerked one leg back, kicking again at the persistent beast. She was on 
the stairs now, gripping the polished oak handrail. Pulling herself up, she 
leaned heavily against the banister. Jean shook the long blonde hair from 
her eyes and peered at the pictures on the wall--horses, dogs, men on 
horses! Everything swam in front of her. She had to get away from this 
horrible, panting beast! 

"Get... get down!" 

Jean climbed the stairs. Even pursuing her, Shep couldn't do much on the 
steps. At the top of the second landing, the frantic woman gripped the 
handrail hard once more. Bending her right leg, she slammed her foot into 
Shep's head. The dog tumbled back several steps, giving her enough time to 
rush headlong down the hall, both hands outstretched. Her bedroom door was 
open. Running in, Jean slammed the door shut behind her, leaning heavily 
against it, breathing hard. 

She was dizzy, faint with her own heat. She passed one hand over her 
forehead and felt her clothes clinging uncomfortably to her sweaty body. No, 
the animal couldn't possibly follow her in here. He couldn't break that door 
down. 

After a moment or two, Jean felt a little better. She shrugged off her 
blouse, then reached around and slid off her bra. It felt so good having her 
tits freed from the halter. Reaching up, she cupped her tits in both hands 
and rubbed her thumbs over her large red nipples until they were stiff. She 
stopped. No sense in encouraging herself at this point. 

Bending down, the young blonde zipped open her Levi's. She pulled down the 
jeans with her panties, then stepped from them. Looking to her right, Jean 
saw her reflection, her naked image in the full-length closet mirror. 

"Ohhhh... " Jean sighed. 

She was pretty, a beautiful woman, a classic blonde, some people would say. 
And all of it was going to waste because she was so hung-up on morality. 
That's what her friend, Jan, would say. Those boyish hips, that full, yet 
taut ass, her flat belly, her full tits which swelled like two fleshy waves 
from her chest--yes, there were men who would pay for a body like hers. 

"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself. 

Worked up. That would be the only thing that could explain it. All these 
years of frustration were taking their toll. Maybe she should kick off those 
old moral restraints, do what her sister had asked her to do and go to that 
silly dance. It was better, certainly, fighting off a man than a dog! 

And there was no mistaking the face that she was excited. Very excited. 
There could be no denying the tenderness of her tits, the way her nipples 
glowed when she rubbed her fingertips over them. Jean felt a little 
breathless again, a little tired. She moved to the bed, then sat down. Lying 
back, she stretched across the nice, firm mattress. It was warm outside and 
here in the small bedroom. It felt comfortable and sexy lying there without 
a stitch on. Perhaps she would fall asleep and forget about what had almost 
happened there in the living room. She would think of something to tell Jan 
about the spilled liquor. 

But could she really fall asleep now, with her pussy burning? She bit her 
bottom lip. Though she couldn't remember any particular incident, there was 
some unspoken law that made her feel guilty, terribly bad about touching 
herself. But, oh, it was the only thing she could do to take away the 
intense pressure in her pussy! It was either that or the dog! There could be 
no choice, as far as Jean was concerned. 

"And what could be that wrong about it?" 

Her whispers died in the room. She couldn't answer that question. But the 
woman knew there was a lump of throbbing flesh between her legs that could 
bring her more joy than anything she'd ever known in her whole life. How 
could anyone resist such temptation? 

Jean sighed and touched her fingers to her thighs. She was panting hotly. 
No, there was no shame now. The excitement, that rousing tension she had 
felt with the German shepherd was growing even more intense. Her hands 
fluttered over her quivering belly, then slipped down over her navel, 
dipping between her cuntlips. 

"Uhhhh... " she moaned. 

Jean shook her head and pushed her fingers through her hair. Shep was there. 
She had heard him scratching behind the door, pawing the wood. Dear God, 
what could she be thinking of? There she was, wanting to do something with 
the dog, and she was too ashamed to touch herself! 

Jean laughed, shaking her head from side to side. How ridiculous, how 
incredibly stupid the whole thing seemed! She smiled at her daring, and then 
inwardly frowned at the fact she could be considering such a terrible act. A 
dog! 

But who would know? Who would come peeking around a corner, spying on her? 
The field hands were gone. Jan wouldn't be home for at least another half 
hour, probably longer. 

Again, she stared at the big mirror on the closet door. Would someone at the 
dance like her? Would some complete stranger walk across the dance floor and 
take her in his arms? She wondered again and again about men as she examined 
herself. She was perfect... at least, she thought so. Jean looked at her 
curved, firm ass, the smooth flesh, no stretch marks, no blemishes to 
detract from her beauty. She was quite a woman. Yet Jean knew she was afraid 
of that title, afraid of being a complete woman. 

"What... what am I doing?" she muttered. 

Still watching herself in the mirror, still staring at her pouting lips, her 
flushed cheeks, the look of surprise in her eyes, she found herself leaning 
to one side and opening the door. Shep was there. He was there, sitting on 
his haunches, his tail wagging slowly over the carpeting. 

"Shep... " Jean whispered. 

What was she doing? Calling him in? Calling in her lover? That thought both 
horrified her and filled her with delight. Slut. That's what she was 
behaving like. A slut, the kind of horrible woman her mother warned her 
against becoming. 

She had plenty of time to dart back, to slam the door in the dog's face. But 
something--she wasn't sure what--made Jean wait. The beautiful, muscular 
German shepherd took advantage of the pause, and he padded over, his tail 
flagging excitedly. She watched Shep as he walked over her discarded Levi's, 
then turned around, bumping her knees with his nose. 

It was wild, incredible! The frantic woman felt sensations of desire, shame 
and indecision. All she had to do was urge the animal on a little. Her mind 
was spinning around in confusion. What was she going to let him do to her? 

"Shep... " The animal wagged his tail again, looking up obediently. He 
wasn't showing any sign of forcefulness. Jean knew he could be that way. She 
had seen him run off two seedy characters the day after she'd arrived, those 
killer jaws snapping at the terrified men. 

Jean moved back to the mirror, and she stared at herself and the dog. What a 
strange picture the two of them made--a woman and her dog. The mirror 
reflected her white flesh and the heavy gray coat of the animal. Jean 
watched the reflection with interest. It was a different way of seeing 
herself, of watching the dog's curious nuzzling of her thigh. He licked her, 
and she saw the change of her expression in the mirror. It was frightening, 
like watching some horror movie. She blinked and turned away. 

"Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me, Shep, you just don't know!" She 
had pushed aside any thought of going out with a man, but here she was doing 
something far more horrible. But nothing could stop this rush of feelings. 
And how that animal was innocently thrilling her as he let his tongue wet 
her thighs higher and higher. 

A wild tingle rushed through her belly, making the flat muscles tense even 
more. Jean felt her knees growing weak again. She watched her reflection, 
watched the steady progress of feast flushing across her skin. She bent one 
knee slightly, moving it away from the other. She was still a virgin, 
letting this dog touch her. 

"Uhhhhh... " Jean moaned. 

How many times men had wanted to see her like this, to rub their hands over 
her cunt, to finger her, to finally slip one leg over her body and thrust 
their cocks into her cunt. But she had discouraged them. And now she was 
letting the dog touch her, slip his muzzle against her thighs. 

"Ohhhhhh, God, Shep." 

The dog was sniffing at her puffy pink cuntlips. When the tip of his tongue 
pressed against her closed fuckslit, Jean made a whimpering noise in her 
throat. It was so wild, so incredibly wild! She could hardly keep her 
balance, swaying there from side to side in the small room. It was becoming 
harder to breathe! She shuddered, covering her mouth with one hand, 
balancing herself with the other. 

Shep moved around to get a better tilt and angle. Now she could feel the 
long, hot sweep of his tongue across the underside of her cunt mound. Jean 
watched as her mouth slackened in the mirror. Was she ashamed to look at 
herself? 

"Mmmmmrn." 

Jean was licking her dry lips, looking heavy lidded at herself in that 
horrible, revealing mirror. Oh yes, yes, she liked this. 

The phone! Its' jangling ring cut through the vague, pleasant images 
accompanying Shep's licking. Maybe it was Jan. Maybe her little pick-up 
broke down. She brushed the dog to one side. Sitting down on the edge of her 
bed, she picked up the yellow Princess phone. 

"Hello?" 

There was silence. No, not silence, but the sound of steady, labored 
breathing. "Jan?" 

A man! She felt another thrill rush through her body, nearly stopping her 
heart, intensified by Shep's tongue over her thighs. She leaned back, unsure 
of how she was going to handle this. 

"Uh, no... I'm Jan's sister. Can I take a message?" Jean asked, hearing the 
nervousness, the sexual arousal in her quavering voice. Did he notice it? 
Would it matter? 

"Naw, that's all right," he said, about to hang up. Jean held onto the 
receiver, her fingers trembly. Why was she so nervous, so worked up over 
this call? It was probably just another one of her sister's boyfriends, some 
man wanting to know if Jan would be there, at the dance. "On the other hand, 
you alone now?" 

Jean stiffened. She had been going too far all afternoon. First the dog, 
then this. 

"The ranch hands--" 

"I know they're gone. I want to come and see you. You sound bitchin'. Jan's 
bitchin' herself." 

Panic! Jean squeezed the receiver in her damp hand, trying to push Shep 
away. The dog had climbed onto the bed. He was standing between her legs, 
trying to get her cuntlips apart once more. 

"Now, listen to me. If you don't hang up, I'll tell Jan and... " Jean's 
voice trailed off. 

She tried to sound businesslike. But who was she going to say phoned? He 
hadn't left his name. It could be some crank. She had to remain calm, cool. 
Perhaps some background noise would give Jan a clue once she told her sister 
about the call. She listened more closely. 

"I wanna do nice things to your body. I do nice things to Jan's, and any 
sister of hers has got to be hot," he said confidently. 

"Stop it!" 

He laughed easily, his breathing making the hairs on the back of her neck 
stand up. 

"I start up with the tits. Nice, huh? Jan likes to have her tits licked. I'm 
gonna tongue 'em, lick each nipple real slow... lick 'em until you start 
beggin' for more. You like that, huh?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she snapped, barely able to catch 
her breath. Too much. This was all too much for her. 

"Yeah, sure," he said, chuckling low and softly. 

Jean flushed. She was getting a dirty phone call while Shep was forcing her 
thighs apart, pressing the sloppy folds of her cunt back to give him room to 
lick at her pulsing clit. 

"I'm telling you, get off this phone!" she demanded weakly. 

"If you're so hot to get me off, you could hang up," he countered. 

Jean sucked a ragged breath in as she spread her thighs for the animal. She 
could no more stop the dog now than she could hang up. She was ashamed, 
horrified at her reactions to this dog, to this man. But she was also 
curious about the new sensations rushing through her body, this strange 
combination of words and a dog's tongue. Oh, if he only knew what she was 
doing! 

"You still there?" 

His voice was cocky, self-assured, almost mocking. He knew she'd be glued to 
the phone, listening for his horrible, filthy words. And there was Shep, 
settling happily now between her legs and nuzzling her dripping cunt with 
his snout. Jean nearly laughed at her own weakness as she held the receiver 
in her hand. 

"Ohhhh, yess... I--" 

"I'm gonna eat those nipples, baby, eat 'em until you start babblin'." 

Jean panted hard, felt dizzy as Shep gained another inch on her. He growled 
as he rimmed the edge of her cunt mouth. She felt those scratchy hairs 
surrounding his jaws, tickling her pussylips. She felt the tiny muscles 
spasm inside her cunt. 

"I bet you've never had anyone like me between your legs, baby. And when you 
do, you'll go nuts. Most women dig my prick, you know?" 

Jean tried rolling over, tried to put the receiver back in the cradle. But 
her muscles just wouldn't seem to move like she wanted them to. She lifted 
her knees, letting them fall farther apart. 

Shep yipped and crawled forward on the mattress, his claws tearing at the 
coverlet. And then his tongue lapped and licked at her fuckslit. The sound 
of her clit being pressed down into her pussymeat made her cry out with 
excitement. 

The man on the other end of the phone was breathing hard, almost as hard as 
she was. 

"Then I'm gonna fuck you." 

Jean thought she was going to come unglued. She could almost feel his body 
pressing down onto hers, his legs pinning hers to the mattress while his 
hands held her shoulders flat. Her heart pounded hard in her chest! 

"No, no!" 

"Gonna do it real slow. I'll even let you put it in. You ever put a cock in 
your cunt? You ever touched it when it slides in?" 

"Stop this!" 

Moans of horror, pants of excitement tore at her throat! That horrible, 
horrible man kept talking to her, and there was nothing in the world she 
could do to stop him! Nor the dog! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Stop it... stop!" 

Never before in her life had Jean felt like this. She was sucking in air, 
rocking her thighs from side to side, listening to that exciting voice while 
Shep lay between her legs and licked at her cunt. 

"Yeah, bet you want me to stop it, baby. I can tell you want it bad... real 
bad," he whispered, his voice shuddering. 

What was he doing with himself at the other end of the line. Closing her 
eyes, floating on the delicious wave of feeling sweeping over her, Jean had 
an idea he was playing with himself. Jean fought down a gasp, not wanting to 
let the man realize just how aroused she was. 

Shep had pushed his tongue inside her pussy. It was as if he were looking 
for something. What on earth did he think was inside her body? What could a 
dog know? 

The awful man was whispering softer now, groaning at times. "My prick's real 
dark at the tip. It's real dark and big. You'll feel it when it slides in 
'cause it'll stretch you. Bet you haven't fucked much, baby." 

"Stop it!" she panted, her mind whirling around madly. 

"Yeah, I can tell, just from the sound of your voice. Maybe I'll stick my 
tongue in your cunt and move it around real nice, stretch you with my tongue 
'til you squirm and cry--" 

"Nooo! I'm going to hang up now. Don't call back again, or I'll phone the 
police. You're no friend of Jan's. She'd never date a... a deviate like 
you!" Jean snapped, desperately trying to regain control over her mind and 
body. 

But feelings and sensations she had never fully experienced before were 
taking over. She had started moving her ass up and down now, up and down in 
a steady, fucking movement. She rubbed her cunt against the dog's mouth. 
Jean just couldn't keep herself still. She tilted her thighs as far to one 
side as she could, then tilted back the other way. Back and forth, back and 
forth, she rocked as a thin layer of oily perspiration made her flesh glow 
in the light. 

She was going to cum. She was going to climax, to cum with the dog's mouth 
on her pussy. And all the while, there was that voice, that enticing voice 
telling her all sorts of awful things. Her tender cuntflesh stretched 
wonderfully as she jerked her ass up from the groaning mattress. Shep's 
teeth nipped along the puffed outer edges of her pussylips. Oh no, this was 
too much, far too much for her to endure! 

"I'll bet I can make you cum twice," the man whispered. 

The ear piece was sweaty and hot against her ear. Jean found that her hand 
was trembling. She could hardly hold onto the receiver. 

"I can do it so slow you'll be beggin' me to hurry. I can really tease you 
up that way, maybe make you suck my cock before I stick it in again." 

"No! You're sick! God, how can you? 

Ohhhh, no, no get off the phone!" 

Suck it! Jean shuddered. How could she ever do something like that? She 
tried a second time to hang the phone up. But the man was only laughing at 
her, calling her back. She swallowed hard. Tangles of her blonde hair clung 
wetly to her dampened cheeks. Oh, how the wet mess between her legs throbbed 
now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen, aching, begging for release! 

"Come on, baby, come on and lemme come over. I bet I can give you one hell 
of a fuck you ain't never had before." 

If he only knew that she had never been to bed with a man, never even let 
one touch her intimately. But somehow that confession was something of an 
embarrassment to Jean. The woman kept twisting like a snake on the bed, 
clinging to the receiver for life while letting the animal push his tongue 
farther and deeper in her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. 

Jean bobbed her ass around in tight little circles, her heels digging into 
the soft mattress while her shoulder blades wallowed against the pillows. 
She was close, so close. The dog was bringing her nearer and nearer to the 
final rush of excitement. Her fingers curled in Shep's neck hair. She held 
him hard against her dripping cunt mound. Oh, she was cumming, slowly, 
furiously. It was a wild, delightful torture. Her ass muscles cramped as she 
dug her head against the pillow. 

"Just might come over tonight and fuck you... fuck you both. You know, you 
one hour, Jan the next. Then the two of you at the same time!" 

"Stop it!" 

She could hardly speak. Her voice sounded so high, so terribly far away! And 
his voice sounded as if it were coming out of a tunnel. Jean groaned and 
heaved her ass crazily up and down as the spasms of her cum raped every 
nerve ending. She knew that the awful man could hear her groaning and 
carrying on. But there was no way she could calm herself down. She was only 
vaguely aware of the squawking phone as the full power of her spasms 
convulsed her body. 

Arching her back and raising her ass from the bed, Jean let the dog's jaws 
open fully. He raked his teeth along her cuntlips, licking down deep into 
her tight, hot fuckhole. She could feel his spit dripping down her ass and 
thighs. She didn't care, didn't give a damn about this anymore. It was the 
best, most exciting feeling she had ever had in her life! 

"Uhhhhh... " Then the phone slipped from her fingers, striking the floor 
with a dull thud. She didn't care. His voice was so far away now. But how 
those words had gotten to her! The words and that terrible, wonderful 
licking were driving her up and over the wall. 

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhhhh!" 

Shep was growling low, wiggling his mouth back and forth, licking and 
licking her until she couldn't take anymore. Vague images of men with long, 
hard cocks, flashed through her mind. She saw them pursing her, taking off 
their clothes. She could even feel their hips pushing her down, rigid pricks 
pressed against her belly. And as that last convulsive spasm of joy blasted 
through her cunt, Jean let some imaginary man fuck her. 

Minutes passed. Drawing one hand over her eyes, Jean blinked them open, 
finding herself staring at the ceiling. Shep was still there, between her 
splayed thighs. She could feel the steady panting of his breath against her 
flesh. She moaned a little, moving her hips from side to side. The coverlet 
felt a little sticky as it clung to her dampened flesh. She had done it! Oh 
God, she, Jean Harris, had done it, had gone to bed with a... a dog! 

"God!" 

Jean trembled, moving one hand down past her belly, sucking in a sharp 
breath when she touched his snout. Everything was still so wet, so wet with 
his spit, with her cuntjuice. 

At this point, Jean realized it was getting late. Jan would be coming home 
soon. No, she couldn't know about this, or about the horrible phone call. 
She doubted it was anyone her sister knew. Jan was a little wild. But she 
doubted her spunky sister knew any deviate like the man who had brought her 
off. 

She rose quickly from the bed, her move startling the big German shepherd. 
Shep scooted back, growling a little louder now as he looked curiously at 
her. 

"You crazy, crazy, dog," she whispered, stretching out one hand and ruffling 
the fur around his head. "You know what you made me do?" 

She stopped at that point, closing her eyes and feeling something like panic 
and shame rising in her. No, she didn't want to deal with that now. There 
would be more than enough time to deal with thoughts concerning what she'd 
done with Shep. Right now, she had to get dressed, get Shep out of her room 
before Jan returned. Glancing at the small white alarm clock on the bed 
stand, Jean realized that would be at any moment. 

"Come on, boy, come on." 

Shooing the animal out of her room, Jean padded naked down the hall, feeling 
her tits jiggling and slapping against one another on her chest. It was a 
sexy, free feeling, one that made her flesh pucker as she stepped into the 
dark bathroom. Snapping on the light, Jean turned and studied her face in 
the cabinet mirror. Her cheeks and lips were still a little swollen, giving 
her a kind of depraved look. Yes, of course. She was exactly that, having 
allowed that animal to lick her off, and having encouraged that pervert over 
the phone to keep talking to her, to keep telling her what he wanted to do 
to her body. 

Jean paused at the edge of the tub, her fingers on the faucets as another 
exciting, rippling chill flashed through her cunt. She could still hear his 
voice, that masculine, baritone voice that seemed so sure she'd take him on 
if he were to come over. Jean could well imagine what would have 
happened--the feet climbing the stairs, the bedroom door flying open. And 
then he would be there--tall, handsome, thickly muscled, with his zipper 
half opened. 

Jean stopped. Thinking like that was dangerous. What on earth had become of 
her reason? She felt herself slipping into something like madness. Only 
crazy people thought like this. 

Turning on the water, making sure it was as cold as she could stand it, the 
blonde stepped in. Jean gasped and wheezed under the icy, stinging spray as 
she turned and turned. Bit by bit, the girl felt her cunt easing from the 
earlier tension. Sighing, Jean ducked her head under the shower, crying out 
as the water splashed into her eyes, nose and mouth. It was over. She felt 
her excitement ebbing. 

"Thank God," she sighed. 

It was over. At least for now, it was over. Jean turned off the water, and 
she stepped from the tub, dabbing her body dry with a fluffy white towel. 
The smooth material felt good against her flesh and, once more, she thought 
of that phone call, of Shep's tongue and, strangely, of Niagara's beautiful 
brown eyes. For a second, she could almost smell the stable, feel the soft 
hay under her feet. And then there was a rush of excitement through her 
pussy, a rush of feeling that made the small muscles spasm in a way that 
disturbed the young woman. 

Where these thoughts would have taken her, Jean didn't know. It was at this 
moment that she heard the front door bang shut. Jan was home. Rubbing the 
towel briskly over her face, Jean leaned against the sink, driving out any 
sexual thoughts from her mind. "Jean?" 

"Up here," she called out, reaching for her robe, then draping it over her 
body. Just as she tied the belt, she heard Jan coming down the corridor. 

"Oh, it's so insane out there in town. Everybody's running around, buying up 
shopsful of clothes for that damned dance tonight," the brunette sighed in 
exasperation. 

"You know, Jan, I'm still not certain about going. I mean, I won't know 
anyone there except you. And I'm sure you'll be busy if you know what I 
mean," Jean said hesitantly. She thought of that man again. What if were 
there? In a flash, he'd know who she was once she walked in with her sister. 

"I said I won't take no for an answer. You've got to get out, get around, 
meet people. I'll bet you're too chicken to do that on your own in L.A." 

Jean dropped her gaze modestly, feeling the blood rush to her face. If only 
Jan knew what had gone on under this roof! 

"Well... I guess--" 

"Good! Come on. We've got to pick out something for you to wear." 

Shep was kept busy downstairs, eating. Jan had seen to that, and Jean was 
secretly grateful. She had nearly died when the dog came around, and he 
began nosing her right in front of Jan. Of course, her sister had thought 
nothing of it. Animals did that a lot, and few people thought beyond that 
point. Jean knew better, and she had shuddered under his playful touch. 

The time went quickly. In a moment, she was dressed in a thin summer dress, 
packed off in Jan's second car, and riding to the dance. 

"How many people will there be there?" Jean wondered, hugging her body 
closely. She felt a kind of queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach as 
the car twisted and turned along the narrow road before coming out onto the 
main highway. 

"Oh, I don't know. Several hundred, if it's anything like last year. People 
come in from all over the damned county for this one." 

Several hundred! In that crowd the caller might be there. In some strange 
way, her body was glowing, actually growing hot and sensitive just at the 
thought she might meet her unknown admirer. How her tits itched around her 
nipples, and her cunt generated more and more heat as her pussylips swelled 
and rubbed against one another. It was wrong to be feeling this. All of this 
had happened too quickly, so overwhelmingly fast that Jean had little time 
to digest it all. The dog, the man, the horse staring at her, making her 
feel so uneasy. There was so much there for her to think about. "There it 
is." 

Jean shook the disturbing thoughts from her mind. Clenching her fingers, she 
tugged at the hem of her dress nervously. There was a sea of cars parked 
every which way already. A large, low-ceilinged building stretched back from 
the main road. Brilliant lights fanned out from the large front door and 
side windows. Jan parked the car, then climbed out, smoothing down her dress 
while giving out words of encouragement to her still nervous sister. 

"And don't worry about how you look. You're great, better than anyone here. 
So come on," she said, squeezing her sister's elbow playfully and guiding 
her into the brightly lit hall. 

Jean was nearly overwhelmed by the number of people there and the continual 
sound of music in the air. She had always been a relatively private person, 
uncomfortable in large gatherings. It looked as if all the ranchers in 
California had decided to attend. 

The women were jostled by dancers and other merrymakers as the two threaded 
their way through the crowd. There were the usual hello's to Jan, some light 
conversation and, of course, the introductions to one person or another. 

Jean smiled, looked around at several men staring interestedly at her, then 
turned back to her sister. Oh, it was all a horrible mistake coming here! 
She began thinking about what she'd done earlier with that man, with the 
dog, and she suddenly was feeling very sick. She closed her eyes and sucked 
in a deep breath. Opening her eyes once more, she found that her sister had 
slipped away. 

"Jan?" she called. 

Jean's eyes widened. She looked over the sea of heads bobbing around her, 
through the blue smoky, haze that had begun to gather under the lights. 
Nothing. She must have met someone already. Either that, or someone she knew 
pulled her away for a moment. Panic settled in. Was she to be abandoned here 
for an hour or more? Already, Jean was thinking about going home, about 
sliding under the protective bed covers and dealing with the disturbing 
thoughts of what she'd done with Shep. Now she was alone. 

"Can I help you, Miss?" 

Jean nearly jumped from her place. Wheeling around, she saw a tall, 
square-shouldered rancher standing almost on top of her. He was grinning 
broadly, his white teeth forming an exciting contrast to his bushy black 
moustache. He had his straw cowboy hat tilted rakishly back on his head, and 
long black locks of hair hung over his forehead. The blonde seemed to have 
lost her voice for a moment, doing her best to gather her thoughts. 

"My sister, Miss Jan Harris, she seems to have disappeared. I can't find her 
and... and... I'm not feeling too well," Jean stammered, craning her neck 
and peering once more through the crowd of swaying bodies. A loud country 
dance had begun, and there were appreciative whoops from the dancers. 

"Name's Rick... Rick Johnson. Got a place right next to Jan's. Yeah, I know 
her. She's over in the other room with some friends. Want me to take you 
over there?" 

Jean shook her head, feeling a little better, more in control of herself. 
No, she didn't want to be introduced to more of Jan's friends. There would 
be more smiles, more inane conversation with people she didn't know, didn't 
want to know. 

"No, that's fine. Maybe I'd just better step outside and get some air," Jean 
said, brushing past the handsome young man and squeezing her way through the 
crowd to the main door. 

When Jean stepped outside, she found the big buck behind her, adjusting his 
hat and rambling up to her side. 

"I... I didn't need you to come out," she said, risking the chance of 
appearing rude. Jean wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. 

"Just thought I'd be of some help," he said, his gray eyes sparkling, 
mocking her. Jean put one hand to her throat and turned, moving away. "Well, 
I just want to walk around." 

"I'll be with you, then. Pretty night. Think I'll take a stroll too," he 
muttered, following closely behind. 

Jean sighed. Another problem? She didn't know. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"What are you doing?" 

Jean struggled in his grip, his fingers bruising her upper arms while he 
pressed her body against his. The bodice of her dress was already torn. They 
were a good distance from the dance now, behind a small hill just beyond a 
grove of tall pines. Jean could still hear the steady beat of lively country 
music as it drifted through the still evening air. Rick was holding her, 
having made a direct pass after they'd slipped down the hill to this 
deserted spot. "Just what you want, baby." 

"Want you... oh no, no, you're wrong," she whispered, backing away from the 
big man while holding her torn dress with one hand. She stumbled over her 
own feet, catching her balance, her eyes widening with growing horror. There 
was something terribly familiar, something... oh God, it was that! It was 
that man on the phone! 

"Yeah, you guessed, right? I was talkin' to you," Rick said, grinning at 
her. 

He knocked his hat off onto the ground, then started to unbutton his flannel 
shirt. Jean felt her blood freeze in her veins. 

"I've had the hots for Jan a long time," he began, shrugging off his shirts. 

Even in the full moonlight, she could see his well-developed chest, his full 
shoulders, and how it all narrowed down to a trim waist. "Been callin' her a 
lot, wantin' to get together. The phone conversations been gettin' real 
interestin', and I thought, well... but then I got you, and, baby, you're a 
hell of a lot hotter 'n Miss Jan," Rick explained, dropping his hands to his 
fly to unzip his jeans. 

"Some mistake," she gasped, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "A 
mistake. What happened today was an accident. I swear!" 

"No way, baby. I heard you pantin'. Man, you must've been playin' with 
yourself just as hard as I was strokin' my meat!" 

No, she couldn't tell him what was really happening. Of course, he was 
right. He was so right when he told her she was hot. But she couldn't give 
in. Now now, not out here in the open. 

She backed away a little more, her feet sliding on the damp grass. She could 
feel some of the bushes scratching her back. Turning around, Jean looked 
about frantically for some clear path of escape. One false move, and she 
could be tumbling into a ravine! "Come on, baby, come on. I ain't gonna hurt 
you," Rick said, his smile turning into something of a cynical sneer. 

"No, I... I've never done anything like this, and I'm not planning to start 
with you," she said, trying to sound sure of herself. 

Rick paused for a second, cocking his head to one side. 

"A virgin? Yeah, sure," he said, laughing lightly. 

Then things began happening so quickly that. Jean had little time to think. 
The frightened girl threatened to scream, driving Rick into action. His 
smile faded. Moving quickly, he wrapped one hand tightly around her waist, 
while his other clamped tightly over her mouth. 

His callused palm pressed so tightly against her lips that it felt as if 
he'd forced her teeth to cut them. Jean tried screaming again, but only a 
muffled cry escaped. Her saliva slithered out around the corners of her 
stretched lips. He was pushing her back, back until they were stumbling 
through the thick growth of bushes that surrounded the small clearing. The 
branches tore at her legs and arms as Rick kept muttering things, awful 
things about her. There were more tearing sounds. Her dress, her pretty 
cotton dress, was being shredded from her body by a combination of the 
branches and Rick's roaming hand. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, real nice, nice," he growled. 

In a moment, they were on the ground. On her way down, Jean struck her head 
against something, and she lay quietly on the soft grass. There was more 
pulling and tugging, more sounds of material ripping from her body. Then, 
suddenly, she felt cold. Only when the woman raised one hand and lay in on 
her belly did she realize that Rick had stripped off all of her clothing 
except her panties. 

"No!" 

Jean tried twisting up from the ground. But Rick was back on top of her, his 
mouth teasing hers. She fought him, beating her fists against his chest. He 
had stripped off most of his clothing, his cock barely restrained by the 
thin cotton of his jockey shorts. She could feel the heat of his prick 
pressing up against her thighs and belly. Her mind was fighting with itself, 
warring terribly as it had battled earlier this afternoon when the German 
shepherd licked her off. 

"No, no," she cried, struggling. 

His hand moved down her side, tracing a hip, then moved farther. Jean 
gasped, turning her head away. No, she couldn't let him know what he was 
doing to her. She just couldn't let him know she was excited beyond anything 
called sanity. Yes, that was it! She was going temporarily mad. Some awful 
thing had happened to her mind, and now she was going mad with this animal 
on top of her. 

"Stop this... please, you don't know... what you're doing to me," she gasped 
unevenly. 

"Sure do. Found out this afternoon," Rick said mockingly. 

And then his mouth was glued to hers again, his tongue pressing through her 
lips, into her mouth. In a moment, he was biting and sucking at her tongue 
until the woman was whimpering. It was all a dream, a dream as wild as the 
one she'd had with Shep that afternoon in her room! "Ohhhhh, no." 

"Don't like it, huh? Don't want me fuckin' around with you, eh, baby? Ohhhh, 
man, man, you're just as hot as you was on the phone," Rick moaned, rubbing 
his cock against her belly. 

"No, no." 

His fingers were roaming freely all over her body now, touching her tits, 
smoothing over her asscheeks, then finally resting against her nylon-covered 
cunt mound. He rubbed the silky material against her sensitive cunt lips. 

Jean was horrified, trying to draw her knees together to push away the 
offending hand. Again, she twisted up and against Rick, attempting to shove 
him off. It was impossible. He was simply too heavy, too strong for her to 
do anything but endure this rape. Only after he had satisfied himself would 
he let her go limping off, to get on with her shattered life. 

"Stop!" 

She was screaming, having torn her mouth from his. Rick jerked one hand up 
again, cupping his palm over her lips and pressing down. She looked up at 
his eyes. How they glittered! 

"Don't try anything like that again. Don't even think it," he hissed through 
his teeth. 

Jean shivered. He would hit her, perhaps do something even worse. No, she 
wouldn't try escaping again. Let him rape her. She would be a woman of 
stone, a woman he wouldn't arouse! 

But she was already aroused, excited to a terrible degree. Her body was 
alive to the slightest touch. She could feel the smooth, ticklish feel of 
the grass beneath her naked ass. And then there were Rick's fingers, those 
prying fingers pushing in under the elastic band of her panties. 

"God, you're really hot, baby. When you got juice comin' outta you that way, 
you're on," Rick sighed. 

"No, you're wrong." 

"Like I was on the phone today." 

He was licking her all over now, dragging his tongue and lips around her 
nipples, sucking them hard while squeezing her huge tits with both hands. 
Jean arched her back, unconsciously giving herself up to him. It was wild, 
wonderful! And that tongue! How it reminded her of Shep, and even of that 
handsome horse in the stables. 

"Uhhhhh... ooohhhhhh!" 

Weakly, she tried kicking him away. But Rick was only laughing at her now, 
realizing there was little she could do. Sliding down, he trailed his tongue 
over her thighs, then rolled her over and began licking the backs of her 
calves. Jean clawed at the ground. Never in her wildest of dreams had she 
thought about this. "Stop!" she moaned. 

But Jean didn't want him to stop. Not really. She was whirling around in a 
black pool of excitement, feeling the world explode again and again while 
her lust swallowed her up. Her tits pillowed under her while her knees dug 
into the soft, damp soil. His hands were hooking over the elastic band of 
her panties once more. Only this time, she felt the briefs sliding down, 
down over her plump asscheeks, over her knees and ankles, gone. Jerking one 
hand down, the frantic blonde made a quick lunge to grab her panties. But 
Rick had already pulled them off. He had stripped her completely, torn off 
her clothing, peeled her naked. 

And then she was back on her asscheeks, her shoulder blades wiggling against 
the soft grass while Rick held her knees down and apart with both hands. 
Blinking her eyes open, Jean saw the sky overhead. The stars were twinkling, 
mocking her, she guessed. While all around, the trees were silvered 
strangely with the bright moonlight. There was something eerie, almost 
unnatural about the scenery in this illumination. And under it all, there 
she was, wiggling, thrashing and moaning, giving herself up to the most 
shameless man she had ever met in her life! 

His cheeks wedged between her thighs. She could feel the scratchy stubble of 
his chin against her flesh just below her pussy. Jean panicked, trying to 
tuck her ass up and away from the big man. But Rick's hands held her firmly 
in position, his breath panting through the feathery, curled cunt hairs 
matted over her mound. Jean clenched her teeth, moaning through them, while 
she felt her chest tightening more and more. 

"Uhhh!" she gasped. 

There it was! The touch, that smooth, silky touch of a tongue, of a pair of 
lips caressing her swollen cuntlips. She had felt something like that 
earlier, the touch of the dog's tongue, of his maw against her pussy. How 
unsuccessfully she had struggled against that as well. 

"Oh baby, baby," he was moaning. 

Her chest heaved mightily as he moved his mouth, burrowing deeper between 
her cuntlips. She felt hot juices seeping from the deepest parts of her fuck 
slit. It was happening all over again. The tickling of his kisses against 
her pussy drew more and more excitement from her. Jean twisted her body to 
the right, stretching the muscles, trying again to snap her legs together. 
She only pressed her thighs more tightly against his cheeks, something Rick 
obviously enjoyed. His fingers pinched her cruelly, and his tongue stiffened 
and dipped into her cunthole. 

"Noooooo!" she pleaded. 

The dance music seemed to drift away. Soon, there seemed to be no sound 
other than Rick's smacking lips and Jean's moan. Oh, how good it was to feel 
his tongue licking into her cunt, searching for an even hotter, more 
sensitive place. She felt him rimming the bloated lips of her hot cunt. She 
stiffened in shock, but then the thrill of having a mouth on her pussy 
relaxed the woman. Another rush of spasms cutting through her excitement. 

"Mmmmmm." 

She felt his hands on her thighs once more, twisting her about. In a moment, 
she felt him scouring his tongue against her pussy with a new vengeance. He 
growled, that same low, throaty growl she remembered Shep having. It was so 
wild, so uninhibited, so... animal! 

"No, oh no, ohhhhh God!" 

His fingers tensed even more, spreading her cunt apart inch by excruciating 
inch. She felt as if she were being split in two, torn in half like a thin 
sheet of paper. Oh, how that felt, that stretched feeling adding to the 
slick licking of his tongue and lips against her pussy. Without thinking 
about it, the woman began moving her hips, tensing her ass and thigh 
muscles, her tendons pushing out against her sweat-dampened flesh. Up and 
down, up and down, feeding Rick her pussy in a fucking motion. 

This was no rape. Not now! No, she may not have asked for this to happen. 
But once he had her down on the ground, something took over. Some hot force 
built inside her, the same force that had propelled her forward this 
afternoon and made her accept the big dog as her lover! 

"Uhhhh." 

"Hey... wait a sec." 

Rick paused, drawing back, pulling his tongue from her pussy. He pulled 
several wiry blonde hairs from between his front teeth, then wiped his lips 
with the back of one big hand. Realizing that something had happened, Jean 
raised her head, peering over the tops of her aroused, hard nipples. 

"You're really cherry, aren't you?" 

"I told you... I told you," she moaned, dropping her head back down. 

"Man, haven't fucked a virgin for a long time," Rick said, his eyes wide 
with delight. 

And then, in a moment, he was back between her legs, spreading her apart, 
sucking and tonguing her fuck hole with a new enthusiasm. Jean went mad, 
digging at the grass beneath with her fingers, tossing her head from side to 
side. She could feel the fine hairs tangling around her neck and ears. 

And then Rick was pushing his hands up, moving his mouth up to her belly, 
touching her sunken navel with his tongue. She shivered, moved her hands up 
to his head and dug in her nails just behind his ears. 

"Stop... oh please." 

Jean caught her breath. The music. It had stopped. Was the dance over? Jan 
would be looking for her. Would she somehow stumble over them there? The 
thought of having a leering crowd of amused spectators appear suddenly on 
the rise horrified her. Jean dug her heels into the ground again, trying to 
squirm away. 

"Easy, easy," he whispered. 

He was kissing her again, hot and heavy, his tongue searching back, back 
into her throat while his fingers caressed her cuntlips. His touch brought 
another moan from her. He was moving his hands down once more, finding her 
clit, then rocking his thumb back and forth until Jean thought she would 
fall to pieces. She clung to him as if he were her lost lover. Oh, the 
pleasure he was bringing to her, the touch of his body against hers, the 
pressure of his muscular weight against her was too much to bear! 

"Want me to eat you out again?" Rick asked, catching her head in both hands. 

Jean looked down. No, she couldn't answer something like that. How could 
she? It was all so new to her, so horribly new. She had only recently been 
introduced to sex. And now she was stripped naked, writhing under this 
stranger, giving herself completely over to him like some wanton slut. Oh, 
all those years of frustration, all those years of pretending she had no sex 
drive were taking their toll now! 

"Uhhhh," she moaned, her breathing out of control, her lids dropping. In a 
moment, she felt his hands caressing her ass, reaching back farther and 
farther along the tight, sweaty crack toward her asshole while he fitted his 
mouth over her cunt. "Stop it... oooohhhh!" Jean snapped her head from right 
to left. She was dizzy, high, still falling into that vortex of lust as she 
heard his soppy mouth suck on her pussy. His tongue was going back, 
searching farther and farther until it touched her cherry. It was crazy, 
wild, being fucked by his tongue. Rick was wiggling it around and around, 
scraping it over the folds and hollows of her pussy while sucking and 
lapping in her cunt juices. He liked it, liked stabbing his tongue in and 
out, in and out like a tiny prick. 

He was touching her clit now, petting it with the pointy tip of his tongue. 
She cried out again, rolling her hips with a new lust. Up and down, up and 
down, she jerked her hips, fucking his mouth with a wild abandon. Jean felt 
herself about to cum, as she'd done with the big dog earlier. The stars were 
exploding in the sky, the moon whirling out of its orbit as the tingling 
thrills built to an incredible intensity. 

Just at that point, they stopped. Rick held her down hard, clamping his hand 
over her mouth again. She teetered there on the brink, feeling the feverish 
thrills about to burst in her cunt. 

"People... nearby. You gotta keep still." 

It seemed impossible. She still thrashed madly under him, making soft 
grunting sounds. But without the friction, without his movement Jean 
couldn't bring herself off. With a groan, the frantic blonde felt that 
whirling ball of sexual tension slip. She was high and dry, and nothing 
could help her now. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"And you didn't see who did it?" 

Jean was holding the torn top of her bodice to her body. She stared out at 
the dark countryside as they sped back to the ranch. 

"I... I don't know. It happened so fast," she said, biting her lower lip. 
She was glad it was dark. Jean knew her guilt was written all over her face. 
If Jan could see her eyes, she'd know in a flash her sister was lying 
through her teeth. 

"Damn! And I thought this would be a great time for you to meet all the 
people who lived around here," Jan said, a note of disappointment in her 
voice. 

Jean felt terrible. She hated doing this, lying to her sister about what had 
happened. But there was no other choice. Her dress had been badly torn in 
several spots, dirtied in others. Several couples had come strolling nearby, 
interrupting the wild fuck that was about to occur. Rick had held her down 
until they passed. By then, Jean had recovered her senses and convinced Rick 
it was a dangerous situation. The couples had spoiled everything. 

He had grunted, vowing he'd have another crack at her soon enough, then 
handed her the dress. They came up with the story of some unknown assailant 
knocking her to the ground, and trying to fuck her. Rick would go for Jan, 
bring her out and have her take Jean home without causing a fuss. And then? 
Well, that was something the big stud left open. 

"It's... it's all right. Nothing happened. I'm just a little shaken, that's 
all," Jean said, pushing back her blonde hair and turning to her sister. Jan 
was tense, hunched up over the wheel, her fingers gripping it hard. "He ran 
when I started screaming. And then, that man... that man found me." 

Jean shivered when she thought about him, about the way his tongue felt when 
it started licking up and down over her cherry. 

"It's a good thing he came along. God only knows what could have happened." 

Jean sat quietly, resting her forehead against the cool glass of the wide 
window. Only a few hours had passed from the time her sister had slipped out 
to do some shopping in town. And in that short period she had done things, 
things that sickened her now. No, she had to leave the ranch as soon as she 
could. How could she possibly face her sister in the morning, telling her 
story after story to cover her own depravity. She must go back to Los 
Angeles, perhaps seek some help from a psychiatrist to find out why she was 
turning into such a bad woman. 

"Just need some sleep, dear," Jan said, patting her sister comfortingly on 
the thigh as she wheeled the small car into the graveled courtyard. 

"You're right. I'll see you in the morning," Jean muttered, smiling, then 
stepping from the car and racing into the house. No more questions, no more 
conversation with her sister. She had to think hard about what had happened 
to her. 

Racing up the stairs, kicking Shep out of the way at the foot of them, Jean 
reached her bedroom, and she closed the door behind her. There in the dim 
light, she saw herself--the torn dress, the dirty slip, the tangled blonde 
hair matted around her mouth. God! She turned from the mirror and undressed, 
showering quickly, then slipping between the covers and closing her eyes. 
No, she mustn't think of it, think of the dog, think of Rick, think of what 
he'd done, and what she felt. 

But sleep was impossible. Lying there naked under the sheet, Jean listened 
to Jan get ready for bed, then heard her slipping down the hall to her room. 
In a while, the house was dark, silent except for the sounds of her own 
labored breathing. Again and again, Jean tried falling asleep. But all she 
could do was toss and turn, finally kicking the covers from her body and 
lying there naked. Drawing her hands over her body, she felt the flesh crawl 
under her light touch. How her cunt burned and itched still with that crazy, 
wild heat Rick had stoked up in her with his tongue! 

"No!" 

Jean sat up, cradling her head in her hands, breathing with panting moans. 
Awful, horrible! She had to walk, do something, something to get away from 
these feelings plaguing her. Sliding her legs over the edge of the bed, Jean 
arose, then padded to the closet door where she pulled her blue nylon robe 
from the overhead hook. Wrapping it tightly around her lithe body, she 
slipped from her room, checking for a moment to make sure her sister wasn't 
awake. If Jan were, she'd want to talk. And talking was the last thing Jean 
had on her mind. 

Good. The house was quiet. Stepping from her room and closing the door 
behind her, Jean tiptoed down the carpeted hall. She paused at the top of 
the stairs to make sure Shep wasn't lying in wait for her, then rushed down 
to the front door. There was some movement in the kitchen. The dog, hearing 
her, scrambled up to meet her. No, Jean wasn't about to have another session 
with him, another sexual encounter that would confuse an already confused 
issue. 

"Thank God!" she sighed as she stepped outside. 

The air was so clean, so cool out here. Closing the front door behind her, 
Jean leaned against the molding, feeling better already. She just had to get 
away from that madhouse of thoughts assailing her in the bedroom. There were 
too many memories there, taunting her. Perhaps a slow walk around the 
immediate grounds of the ranch would calm her. 

As she stepped from the wooden porch, Jean's bedroom slippers crunched over 
the loose gravel. A light breeze ruffled her hair, blowing several blonde 
strands over her face. She smiled, hugging her body tightly as she wandered 
from the house. Tossing the hair from her eyes, Jean thought of Rick, of the 
way he looked at her. Yes, even though he had been brutal, had done all 
those delightfully wicked things to her, something inside her had responded 
to it. 

Her thoughts had swirled like smoke in front of her brain, blotting out 
reason. But there in front of her now was the half-opened door of the barn. 
Jan always left a small light on inside, something that she said gave 
comfort to the animals and made it easy for her to find her way about in 
case of an emergency. 

The wind picked up a little more, blowing her gown partially open. Jean 
shivered, drawing the smooth material over her full tits. The touch of her 
hands on her body, of the subtle rub of the cloth over her flesh excited 
her. She was aroused easily now, especially because of what Rick had done to 
her. She had been so close, so very close to cumming! And then those awful 
people had to come by and ruin it for her! 

Hugging her body tightly, she stepped into the warm barn. Jean was 
immediately aware of the mixed odors of stale urine and that vague animal 
smell she found arousing. Three brown and white horses stared passively at 
her, their eyes blinking as they moved about a bit restlessly in their 
stalls. 

Jean hesitated before she took another step. Why was she here? Why was she 
standing here in this large barn dressed only in her nightgown, dressed as 
if she were meeting her... her lover? 

Of course, the thoughts were silly and foolish. She'd come in here simply to 
get out of the chilling wind. How odd that it was so warm here in day, yet 
by evening the temperature quickly dropped. Perhaps a storm was on the way. 
Jan had said something about how quickly the weather could change, not at 
all like the Coast. She should probably turn around and walk back to the 
house. 

To her surprise, she was moving down the narrow aisle, passing the three 
horses, passing the empty stalls, walking under the dim yellow overhead bulb 
casting its poor light through part of the barn. Her bedroom slippers were 
ridiculously inappropriate for this. But, still, she moved along, shuffling 
noiselessly through the hay stubble until she came to the last stall--Jan's 
prize, the ebony stud, Niagara. 

The animal stood there, his big, oblong head draped over the low partition 
of his stall. His pointed ears flicked forward, twisting around so that the 
horse followed whatever she said and did. "Hello, Niagara." 

Her heart was pounding, beating as if it were going to tear through her 
ribs. Niagara. She thought of how appropriate the name was; strength, 
beauty, power, all summed up in that wonderful name. 

Stretching out one hand, she found herself stroking the big beast's head. An 
electric shock made her body ripple as if someone had touched her with a 
live wire. She found herself breathing in short, raspy little pants, her 
nostrils flaring, her aroused body burning from excitement. But aroused from 
what? From Rick? Perhaps. But there was something far more immediate, far 
more present in her mind than that oversexed brute from the neighboring 
ranch. 

Niagara! No, she wasn't ever going to think about it. There would be no 
analysis. She was out of her mind, drunk with a passion she could no longer 
fathom. Somebody, perhaps herself, was taking off her gown, pulling it from 
her shoulders. The belt was unfastened, the front of the nightgown slowly 
parting, opening, the silky fabric sliding off her body. 

In a moment, she was standing there at the front of the stall stark naked, 
her mind a whirling storm, her gown puddled about her feet. What was she 
going to do? What on earth did she have in mind? "Niagara... " Her fingers 
found the hasp, unlatched the forward partition and swung it back. The big, 
black stallion shivered nervously, drawing back from her. Jean stopped at 
the threshold, sucking in her top lip and biting down hard. The animal was 
afraid of her, or at least a little wary. He tugged back at the line Jan had 
fastened around his neck to keep him in place. Twisting his head to one 
side, he rolled his eyes down, and those wide, brown, frightened eyes stared 
at her. 

Reason again began to trickle its way back in. No, she couldn't think, 
couldn't allow herself to analyze her feelings, her emotions, her actions. 
She would drift along, feeling the same way she had when Shep touched her 
with his tongue, making her cunt shiver under his touch. 

"Easy, Niagara, easy. Don't... don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." 

She eased her way into the narrow stall, raising one hand and smoothing the 
fingers over his side. How silky and warm the stallion's coat was. It was 
all so good, so wonderful to the touch. She stood there by his side, her 
asscheeks pressed against the splintery wood, her cunt trembling, quivering 
as if it were a tiny, frightened animal, the heat seeping out of it like an 
overheated burner. 

"This is... so strange," she murmured. 

Perhaps it was the sense of unreality that made it seem so much more 
acceptable to the confused woman. She rubbed her fingers over his coat, 
moving them in wide, circular patterns, feeling the ticklish sensation of 
his smooth short hairs against her hand. She drew forward, crooning 
something soft and gentle to the big animal, which was growing more and more 
restless under her touch. 

"There, Niagara, good horse, good... ohhhh, you're such a pretty animal... 
such a pretty..." 

Jean couldn't finish the sentence. Words froze in her tightened throat. She 
kept mouthing wordless sounds, feeling her head bent forward, her long 
blonde hair slipping over her ears, her shoulders, curtaining her face. A 
pulse leaped in her throat while her fingers still caressed the big beast's 
sides. What was she going to do next? Why had she come here? What did she 
expect? 

"Niagara... " 

She moved forward, away from the hard wood behind her. Jean found herself 
pressing up against the beast, her hands spread out wide, almost in an 
embrace while her cunt pressed hotly against Niagara's left hind-quarter. 

Did he know what was happening? Did he realize what she was doing? A ripple 
of muscular tension made his flesh shiver, that shiver rumbling against her 
pussy. Wrong. Horribly wrong. If anything this was more perverted, darker 
than anything she had done with the dog. But, again, something was guiding 
her, something almost out of her body, out of her mind. 

Bending her fingers, Jean found herself clawing at the big horse, digging 
her nails in his sides. Niagara snorted, his body rippling once more with 
surprise as he shifted on his hooves. Jean cooed once more, pressing her 
burning forehead against his muscular sides, feeling the furry warmth 
against her face. 

"Easy, easy... " Opening her eyes, she saw that the big stallion had turned 
his head around and was staring unblinkingly at her. His ears were still 
pricked forward, catching the soft sounds of her moans. His nostrils 
quivered, big chest heaving with each breath he took. And those eyes! Those 
large, dark brown eyes! How they glowed with affection. 

Jean groaned once more, smoothing her hands back, back until she found her 
fingers caressing the firm curve of his haunch. Niagara snorted again, 
moving his hindquarters nervously from side to side. She felt the gentle 
brushing of his long tail against one arm. Did she dare move her hand a 
little farther back, a little more to the right? 

"Ohhhh, good Niagara," she whispered in a voice strangely not her own. 

Her pulse was roaring through her body now, her heart pounding violently, 
nearly as violently as when Rick tore off her clothes and flung her to the 
ground to rape her. Jean was rubbing her forehead against the animal's 
powerful sides, her flesh glistening with perspiration. A strange kind of 
nervousness fell over her now, making every square inch of her body tingle 
with excitement. She moved back and forth, rubbing her full tits against the 
stallion's sides, loving the light scratching feel of his short hairs over 
her stiffened nipples. 

Reason, or what little there was of it, had left her. She was making love to 
the horse! Oh yes, yes, she was making love to him! She stood on tiptoe, 
rocking up and down, feeling her cuntlips slipping so delightfully over the 
animal's thighs. Her fingers curled more, grabbing at his coat as her clit 
throbbed at each bristly hair touching it. No, no, she was out of control, 
going out of her mind. Her hands were caressing the big beast's body, 
sliding back, back, until... 

"Ohhh," Jean moaned. 

His balls. Yes, she was touching his balls, caressing them. Niagara snorted 
loudly again, pawing at the ground, raising small clouds of dust and stubble 
with his hooves. Undismayed, Jean kept her body pressed against his sides, 
her fingers working up and down the warm, leathery sac. Oh, how strange his 
balls felt, so big, so heavy! She gathered them in her fingers, working them 
back and forth, sliding her palms up and down. Niagara snorted, pawed the 
ground, and shook his powerful head. 

There was no going back, no denying what was happening here. Jean slid her 
hand a little bit lower. Oh, how delicious it was to feel his tail swishing 
against her elbow, several of the hairs splashing into her face. She felt so 
weak, so damned weak! Groaning again, turning her head so one cheek rested 
against the big stallion's heaving sides, the woman moved her hand down, 
down to his cock. MI; She had never touched a man's prick. Yet there she 
was, her fingers brushing over the fat root of a horse's prick! It was so 
hard, so very hard and hot and huge! Niagara whinnied, his big body 
shivering while his hindquarters stomped around the stall. Jean didn't worry 
about her safety, the danger that he could trample her into the dirt easily. 
Her fingers began trailing along the expanding cock, tickling the animal, 
feeling all the wrinkles and ridges. She was starting to move her hand back 
and forth now, grabbing and clutching at his prick, working his cock meat 
steadily until the horse was whinnying regularly. Oh God, what was she 
doing? 

Something flashed in Jean's mind, something that made her draw her hand back 
as if she'd touched a burning stove. 

"Oh my God, my God, what've I done?" she whispered, wiping her hands quickly 
on her thighs. 

Backing away from the frustrated beast, Jean stumbled out of the stall. She 
slammed the gate closed, then bent down and gathered up her nightgown. 
Rushing from the barn, she threw the garment loosely over her shoulders, her 
knees nearly buckling along the way. Had she cum? Oh yes, she had felt the 
spasms rushing through her cunt, drawing all the strength and will she had 
from her body. 

The cool air felt good as it blew back her hair. She leaned against the 
barn, holding her robe tightly to her body. This ranch, this damned ranch 
was doing something to her. Never before had she had so many temptations, 
and she was giving into all of them! Oh God, she had to get control of 
herself, or God only knew where she would end up. Blinking away hot tears, 
Jean stumbled toward the house, feeling as if her world would never be the 
same again. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Two days had passed since the dance. Jan had been terribly busy with the 
ranch, selling two of the horses. Every moment, the blonde expected, not the 
business calls her sister was getting, but Rick's call. How she dreaded 
answering the phone when Jan wasn't around, dreaded, yet hoped it would be 
the stud's voice. It had been hard to mask her feelings, especially the 
confusing ones surrounding her night in the barn. But Jan had been so 
occupied with trying to make a good deal that it hadn't been that difficult 
to fool her sister. 

On the third day, Jan was going back into town to conclude a bank deal 
having something to do with the sale. 

"I'll be back before four," Jan said, checking her wristwatch quickly, then 
smiling at her sister. "Maybe we'll have dinner out. I just haven't had the 
time to talk to you this week." 

Giving her sister a hug, she rushed out the door. 

Jean folded her arms across her waist, watching as her sister drove away. 
She sighed. No, this hadn't been the vacation she had thought about. But 
there were other reasons for Jean's confusion. Turning, she let the screen 
door bang shut behind her. Of course, she could have gone into town with her 
sister. But the thought of meeting Rick there frightened her. What would she 
say to him? She could still see his mocking eyes, hear that voice of his, 
whispering all those terrible things in her ear as he mounted her. He would 
have fucked her if it hadn't been for those people strolling by. 

And how she wished they hadn't appeared! Yes, she was ready to lose her 
cherry, ready to feel a man inside her, really fucking her! Rubbing her 
fingers briskly over her upper arms, Jean strolled to the touch. She sat 
down, picking up a magazine and flipping through it. But all she could think 
about was sex--sex in any form, of any kind. A dam of some sort had burst 
inside her, releasing a flood of feelings and sensations that tumbled over. 
Perhaps that was why she could hardly think straight, why she had let the 
dog touch her that way, why she had done that terrible thing with the horse. 
The horse! 

Jean trembled, her fingers shaking and letting go of the magazine. Closing 
her eyes, the blonde sucked in her lower lip, and she bit down hard. It was 
hard to believe that she had touched a horse's cock, had actually become 
excited by rubbing her fingers and body against the powerful sides of that 
big stallion. 

But it-was true. She had cum, actually climaxed while caressing Niagara's 
body. She had loved the feel of his rippling muscles against her thighs, 
against her cunt while her fingers searched back to find his balls. Again 
and again, Jean had tried to understand why "she had disrobed in front of 
the stallion and played with his prick and balls. Perhaps she would never 
understand. 

Rick, the dog, the horse! Her life was exploding. It was coming apart at the 
seams and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Resting her head 
in her hand, Jean was aware of some movement around the kitchen. Shep. Of 
course, the dog would be around, now that Jan had left the house. She felt a 
little sick. Bending down, picking up the magazine, Jean felt her eyes 
swimming. Her heart was pounding. 

Oh yes, her body remembered that licking touch, the feel of his tongue as it 
slipped up and down over her cunt! But she had sworn she would never again 
let the animal touch her. She would fight the feeling, would lock herself up 
in her room if she had to get away from that pussy-lapping German shepherd. 

But now that he was here in the living room, his bushy tail high, his 
handsome head cocked to one side while that pink tongue hung from one corner 
of his mouth, Jean was less certain of herself. She sat there, her knees 
still clenched together, the magazine trembling in her hands, her cunt 
throbbing with arousal. Her pussy swelled open while electric tingles 
rippled up and down her white, shivering thighs. 

The memory was sharp, reminding the trembling blonde of the delicious rush 
of feelings when Shep touched her cunt, her thighs, her tits with that hot, 
wet tongue! 

"No, No, I won't... not again," she panted. 

The magazine tumbled to the floor. It was useless. It was like trying to 
stop a river of rushing water with a straw dam. Jean couldn't stop the flow 
of her excited thoughts. Shaking her head, she arose from the couch, then 
walked to the front door, the rub of her cunt-lips against one another 
making her draw sharp breaths of unspeakable delight. She closed and locked 
the door. Jan would be gone for at least another two hours. In that hour or 
two, she and Shep could get to know one another better. 

"Upstairs, boy." 

How odd it was that, when she made her decision, it was so easy to let it 
happen. There were no feelings of guilt now, no desire to question her 
motives. She knew what was going to happen and felt good about it. 

The dog trotted on ahead of her, taking the steps two at a time. Jean took 
her time, shaking the loose hair over her shoulders, feeling her breathing 
increase as she neared her bedroom. For a moment, she hesitated, standing in 
the doorway, leaning against the molding as she stared at the big dog now on 
her bed with his forelegs braced widely apart. She could still stop this. 

"Oh, who am I kidding?" she whispered. 

Stepping inside, she closed and locked the bedroom door. Jean rushed 
hurriedly to the window, and she drew the blinds. It was silly. No one could 
see her up there with the animal. But still it made her feel better. 

"There, boy, just you and me... just you and me, up here having some fun," 
she cooed, reaching behind and unzipping her cotton summer dress. 

Shep watched with interest, his eyes rounding as she slipped from her dress, 
then kicked off her black sandals. Again, Jean reached behind, her fingers 
searching for the bra hooks. 

The bra loosened around her shoulders, then slipped off, letting her tits 
tumble out. Jean shivered. She rubbed her nipples, then moved to the bed. 
The blonde sat down, leaning back, sliding her fingers under the elastic 
band of her panties, then shoving them down over her knees and ankles. In a 
moment, she was naked, stark naked for the dog! 

"Ohhhhh Shep... " Jean swung her long, lithe legs onto the bed, scooting up, 
up until her head sank into the soft pillow resting against the headboard. 
There could be no denying it. She was letting this happen, setting up the 
stage. Shep moved around to a position between her slightly raised knees. 
Sitting down, the dog twisted his head around, and he started to lick her 
calves. 

The touch was electrifying. Jean arched her back slightly, wallowing her 
shoulder blades against the mattress while shocks of sensation took her 
breath away. Her knees jerked up a few more inches, sagging apart while her 
heels rubbed sensuously against the sagging mattress. Oh, how tight her 
chest was getting, how dry her mouth had become as that tongue sloshed up, 
up toward her aching, throbbing pussy. 

"Shep," she moaned. 

Jean pointed up her chin, her mouth becoming a tight scar as her nostrils 
flared. Her breathing became a wheezing gasp while the tight, hot itching 
sensation in her fuzzy cunt mound grew. His pink tongue was hot, so very 
hot. The bed creaked and groaned with the rolling of her body. She wallowed 
her shoulders more frantically against the pillow, hearing the headboard 
clattering against the wall behind her. 

"Uhhhhhh... oooooohhhhhh!" 

Scraping her fingers along her thighs, Jean then moved her hands up until 
she found herself petting the big dog's ears. She guided him up and down, 
feeling his tongue searching up along her thighs, then moving back down to 
her knees. He was teasing her, purposely keeping his tongue away from her 
cunt to heat her up even more! Jean loved that, loved the warm, furry rub of 
his body against her flesh, loved that slick, wet touch of his tongue around 
the soft spots behind her knees, against her calves. 

"Ohhhhh, Shep!" 

She'd get to him. She'd excite him, make him touch her cunt! Rolling onto 
her belly, she laughed softly, her laughter choking as another powerful 
spasm shot through her throbbing pussy. 

Closing her eyes, she clenched her fingers until the nails dug in her palms. 
Jean felt the dog backing away, surprised at her latest move. He nosed 
around, wetting down her ass, the backs of her thighs. The new sensation was 
unexpected, and it had a surprisingly intense effect on her. Shep stood over 
her now, his legs braced on either side of her arched back. Stretching out 
his tongue, he began licking down her back, touching the hollows and bumps 
of her protruding spine. 

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned wildly. 

Jean thought she had died and gone to heaven. Never, never had she felt 
anything so incredibly good before. She let out a shivery moan, widening her 
knees for the dog to touch her better. Then slowly, carefully she raised her 
ass, wagging it from side to side, wagging it for Shep. "Oh Shep, Shep!" 

The dog growled and started to wet each asscheek with his wet, hot tongue. 
It was good, so very good to feel that. He smoothed his tongue between the 
tight, sweaty crack of her asscheeks until his spit dribbled down over her 
cunt hairs. 

"My God!" Jean gasped. 

What a feeling, what a delightfully wicked feeling that was. It was 
something the woman had never even dreamed about, let alone done. That 
tongue was searching up toward her pussy. With another groan, Jean arched 
her back a little more, rose up on her knees to give the big German shepherd 
more room. She was panting and growling every bit as much as the animal 
behind her. Oh, what had she become? 

"I must be out of my mind," the frantic woman groaned. 

Another spasm, this one the sharpest of all. Jean closed her eyes, wobbled 
on her hands and knees, then collapsed to the bed. She pushed her fists into 
the pillow, chewing at the material of the case while Shep kept sloshing his 
tongue over and over her ass. She couldn't take this much more. The ache, 
the teasing had to stop. With a groan, Jean tucked one leg under the other, 
and she rolled back onto her ass. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

She was a bitch. Yes, she was no better than a bitch in the gutter waiting 
for a fuck. And strangely, Jean no longer cared. She breathed Shep's name, 
stretched out one hand to pet his back. Jean sucked in a ragged breath at 
the touch of his tongue. Now it slopped up one thigh, then down another. She 
was quivering with anticipation, eager to have him bury his snout in her 
cunt, eat her like the bitch in heat she was. 

"Damn... ohhhhh damn!" 

There was nothing, nothing in the world she cared about so much as her cunt. 
It was wild, free, mind-bending to have the dog wedged there between her 
shivering thighs. Tensing her ass muscles, Jean raised her ass slightly 
above the mattress, wagging it again for the dog, tempting him to move his 
tongue around and touch her with it! 

How wantonly good it was, feeling his spit dripping down her thighs, oozing 
into her asscrack. But oh, she wanted his tongue on her pussy. Yes, she 
wanted to feel that tongue moving in and out of her cunt, fucking her, 
really fucking her. 

Shep sensed what she needed. The dog lurched forward, eating her cunt with a 
wild appetite. Jean kicked out one leg, fanning out her toes until they 
cramped, while pushing her head back against the crushed pillow. God, it was 
more than she could stand! That dog, that wonderful dog knew all the spots 
to touch, all the areas to draw his tongue to make her feel so good! He 
moved his snout up and down through her fuck slit, the wiry, little hairs 
surrounding his black nostrils stimulating every nerve they touched. Jean 
let out sharp cry after sharp cry, her tension building, mounting like the 
explosions of a hydrogen bomb. 

"Shep! Shep! Shep!" she called out in gaspy little cries. 

Oh, this was what she'd been wanting for three days. Now Jean knew it, knew 
it with all her heart. And now she was getting it. Jean couldn't let 
anything so useless as guilt or shame get in her way. Nothing would obscure 
her growing pleasure. The blonde moaned loudly, writhing her shoulders on 
the bed. She petted Shep with both feet now, stretching her legs out, 
stretching her body out, surrendering herself completely to the growling 
animal. He was wetting her cunt with spit, dog spit. She didn't care what 
kind of spit any longer. Anything that felt so damned good couldn't be bad! 

"Uhhhhhh... oh, Shep, Shep, you're making me feel so damned... uhhhhh!" 

Words no longer came from her mouth in logical order. He was growling again, 
letting his teeth nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. It hurt her, 
but hurt her in a way that made Jean grind her ass up for more. The tug of 
fear she had felt earlier wasn't enough to make her push the animal away. 
The woman cried out for more, humping her back and pressing her cunt mound 
up for the dog to lap and eat. 

"Fuck... fuck!" 

Shep curled his tongue, and he dipped it again and again in her spasming 
pussy. She responded hard, clawing at the animal's broad back, urging him 
on, then restraining him with care when the biting became too intense. Jean 
felt almost in danger. But somehow that knowledge added to her excitement. 
She didn't know why, but letting him hurt her was exciting. Flames of 
excitement lapped along her inner thighs, lapped along with that wonderful 
licking tongue. All the sensitive spots of her body itched and burned now 
with sexual fury. He was pushing her up, up toward a wild sexual climax! 
Soon, very soon, Jean knew she'd be cumming, finding that release she'd 
needed for the past three days. "Uhhhhhh!" Her hair splashed over her 
shoulders. Her tits rose and fell on her heaving chest, slapping wetly 
together as Jean's moves became more frantic, more uninhibited. She whined 
as he plowed his head between her soft thighs. 

"God, yesssss!" she screamed. 

His tongue had entered her body once more, forcing open her swollen wet 
cuntmeat wide enough for him to suck out more juice. He rolled and licked 
his tongue around and around, caressing her sensitive, cramping ring of cunt 
muscles. Jean felt them squeeze and tighten around the dog's furry muzzle. 
Again, she was going to cum, going to explode with the dog. 

"Uh! Uh! Huhhhrrrrr!" she whimpered. 

Jean pranced her ass around in circles, then jerked it up and down in 
fucking movements to increase the friction the animal brought to her cunt. 
When he raked up across her clit once more, she cried out, hugging his head 
hard. She wanted the animal to lick her all over, touch her everywhere with 
his tongue at the same time. Jean drew her knees together, hugging him with 
her thighs, rubbing her flesh against the warm fur as she teetered on the 
brink of climax. Yes, oh God yes, she was going to cum. "Uhhhhhhh!" 

Jean thought she had died. She was cumming, cumming with a violence that 
knocked out every sense except touch. Yes, it was the touch of his tongue, 
of his jaws against her spasming cunt that drove her insane! Trapped in a 
paradise of hot, spitty friction, the woman writhed and grunted with the 
ecstatic tickle that drove her mad. 

Things were so blurry, so confused. She didn't even notice that the dog was 
humping against her, making his cock shake down from his sheath. He was 
trying to rub his prick against her leg. And then she felt something streak 
out against her thighs. Doggie cum! Hot doggie cum! She should have felt 
revolted, she knew. But all Jean could feel at this movement was beautiful, 
beautiful release. Sighing, stroking the animal with her hands and feet, the 
blonde sank back against the bed and wallowed in the delightfully warm 
feeling of afterglow, a glow brought on by this wonderful dog. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Of course, Jan. No, I don't mind. I'll make something from out of the 
fridge. No, don't be silly. If you've got to stay for dinner, you have to. 
I'll be up when you come home." 

Jean put the receiver back in the cradle and stared into the dark kitchen. 
It had been a long, tiring day. She had slept an hour or so after her round 
with Shep, awakening with a start and noticing the day had slipped into 
early evening. 

Then came the phone call just as she'd begun to prepare a small dinner. 
Something had gone amiss with the horse sale. There would have to be a 
dinner meeting with several of the parties involved. Jan would be late. Jean 
sighed heavily. She had hoped to have a long talk with her sister, perhaps 
even hint at some of the conflicting sexual feelings she had had lately. 
Something had come up, however. Something always seemed to be coming up. 
Well, it would be a small dinner. Perhaps she would watch some television. 
Her sister said she'd be home around eleven. That would still give them more 
than enough time to chat. And perhaps she could find some answers, answers 
to questions that had been building in her mind ever since she'd let Shep 
lick her off. 

The phone again! Jean hoped it was Jan, hoped her sister had canceled the 
meeting and would be home soon. But once she'd put the receiver to her ear, 
Jean realized it was quite another person. 

"Thought you'd be home alone," he breathed. 

"Rick! Please, don't... don't." 

What didn't she want him to do? What was she afraid of? He had already 
attacked her, knew what kind of woman she was! 

"Jan's in town with some guys about the horse sale. I know. I'm comin' over 
to finish up what I started last week." 

"Rick, no!" 

But he had hung up! Jean stood there in the hall, her fingers gripping the 
phone tightly, hr mind wheeling. How could she tell him she didn't want him 
over when her pulse began to race the moment he started speaking? No, she 
couldn't lie to him, especially when he knew her, knew how she wanted him, 
in spite of all her cries or morality. 

"But I can't... I just can't," Jean whispered, putting down the phone and 
leaning against the wall. Things were getting out of hand, spinning out of 
control. She had to put a stop to them, or they'd destroy her! But the 
thought of a man coming over, being there only to fuck her, to finish what 
was started paralyzed the woman. Standing there in the hall, she waited with 
a mounting terror and excitement as the big clock in the living room ticked. 

Ten minutes later, she heard the sounds of a car rolling up to the house, 
the sound of a door slamming, footsteps up the steps to the front door. 

"Oh no, no," Jean moaned. She shook her head and bit down on her lower lip. 
The door was locked. Rick was rattling the knob, calling to her through the 
glass. 

"Come on, lemme in, or I'll kick it in." 

Shep had come around from the back and was standing at her side now, 
growling low in his throat, then looking up at her. Jean knew she could tell 
the dog to attack him, and that would be the end of it. But could she do 
that when her own feelings were so confused, so mixed up? 

"Downstairs, boy, down," she said, bending and taking him by the collar to 
the basement door in the kitchen. She shooed the big German shepherd down 
the cellar steps, locking the door behind him, then ran to the front. The 
blonde hesitated only for a moment, her hand trembling on the brass knob. 

"Thought you'd open up," he said, stepping in. 

"You don't understand," Jean said unconvincingly, still keeping the door 
open. Rick stared at her with an amused smile, his hands on his muscular 
hips. He hadn't even worn a shirt. That's how certain he'd been of her 
willingness to fuck! 

"Sure do. I understand you better 'n you think." 

There was a masculine rumble in his voice that sent shivers racing up and 
down her spine. The dog had taken the sharp edge off her arousal this 
afternoon. But that still hadn't taken away Jean's, need to feel a cock, 
something warm, stiff and hard in her body! Could she do it? Could she throw 
all those years of morality in the garbage can for a moment's pleasure? 

"Please, just leave. I don't know why I didn't tell you not to come. But now 
you can get out. Jan's going to be home in a while and--" 

"I told you, I'm not interested in her anymore... 'specially since I'd had a 
good taste of you, babes. You're hotter 'n any wild woman I've known." 

He reached forward, closing the door and locking it for her. 

"No, no!" She stumbled backward in the darkened hall. Somewhere in the 
distance she could hear Shep barking, scratching at the closed door in the 
kitchen. Rick was on top of her in an instant, holding her, his big, strong 
hands opening the buttons of her dress. "No!" 

But her refusal was weaker this time, without conviction. In a moment, he 
bent down and kissed her. Jean struggled like a helpless bird caught in a 
cat's paw for a second. Then she surrendered completely the moment he put 
his tongue in her mouth. Jean couldn't control herself now, just as she 
couldn't control herself with the dog and Niagara. The pit of her belly was 
melting, flowing down to her pussy. 

"Uhhhmmmmmm!" she moaned. 

The scratchy hairs on his chest rubbed deliciously against her nipples. Jean 
groaned, kissing the big stud even more hungrily. His hand moved down, down 
to her asscheeks, squeezing them, caressing them. Jean pulled away from the 
hard kiss, every tooth aching in her head. 

"No, don't... oh, please let me go," she begged. It was the last vestige of 
her morality, what little was left of her mother's training. She hoped, 
prayed he wouldn't listen to her. 

"Bedroom upstairs?" 

She nodded, weakly falling into his arms. Rick gathered her up easily, 
swinging her legs around, carrying her up to her room in a matter of 
seconds. What happened next was a blur. Jean remembered only half images 
later, flashes of reality. He had thrown her on the bed, fumbled with more 
buttons, then pulled her clothes off. There was the sound of a zipper 
opening, the subtle rubbing sound of his pants sliding down over his thighs. 
And then the woman felt the long, thick mass of his cock against her belly, 
the strength of his fingers twisting in her cunt hair. 

"Oh, ohhhh," she whimpered. 

Her pussy warmed now, simmered even hotter than with the dog as Rick pawed 
her. His fingers toyed with her pussy. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved 
from the top of her cunt mound to the wet, slippery zone at the bottom. 

"Man, hot and wet!" 

"Ohhhhh!" she cried, feeling his fingers twisting inside. 

"You still a virgin, baby?" 

Jean thought of the dog, of the horse. She almost smiled, again thinking of 
what Rick would say if he knew the truth. The smile faded quickly under her 
rising sexuality. 

"Yes," she admitted shyly. 

Rick let out a shuddering breath. 

"That ain't gonna be for long." 

Jean groaned, all her thoughts once more centering around her aching thighs. 
She pressed her belly against the long, thick ridge of his cock, grinding 
against him invitingly. She could even feel the ridge around his prickhead 
pressing against her flesh. For a fleeting second, Jean thought of the 
horse, of how hot and hard and long his cock was. Yes, Rick was like that, 
with a real donkey prick of a fuckrod! Horse and man. Somehow the images 
fused in her mind for a moment. 

His hands moved on her cunt, squeezing her outer cuntlips together, rubbing 
the inner folds against her clit. Jean thought she was going to piss from 
excitement. She kicked and clawed and bit and scratched, her asscheeks 
bouncing frantically on the mattress. She let out cry after cry, feeling his 
breath against her throat, against her dampened cheeks. 

"Uhhhhhh... " 

"Oh baby, baby, you're so fuckin' hot, you ain't gonna even feel me poppin' 
your cherry." 

Jean sighed, letting her belly relax against the velvety heat of his stiff 
cock. She could feel him wetting her, painting her with his pre-cum. She 
loved it, loved the feeling of his prick against her. Sliding one hand down, 
the woman tried to touch the cockhead with her fingers. All the reluctance, 
all the worry she had felt earlier was gone. Now she wanted it all, wanted 
to feel him touching her, fucking her. She wedged her fingers between their 
waists, then pulled her hand back upward. It was enough for her just to 
twist her fingers in the curly hair of his chest. 

Rick was breathing harder against her. Jean felt his body pressing her down 
against the bed, nearly suffocating her. Her cunt needed that hard, ramming 
cock! After all this teasing, after all the licking, her cunt needed prick. 

"Uhhhh!" she gasped again. 

His big hands pressed her down, held her flat to the bed. His wide, blunt 
cockhead was sliding down the full length of her cunt crack! How good it 
felt to have his cockhead rubbing life into her pussy. Her cunt was hot 
enough to wink wide, then shut on nothing. 

"Man, baby, come on, go for it. Oh, yeah, yeah, go for it," he growled. 

Rick rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of her cunt mound. 
His fingers tightened on her shoulders, bruising her sensitive flesh. Jean 
didn't care. He could have torn at her throat with his teeth. She was on a 
high, an incredible sexual high. 

"Uhhhh!" she gasped. 

His prickhead was pressing right over her clit. She cried out, feeling a 
wild electric charge seeping from the hot little fuck nub. Rocking her 
asscheeks from side to side, flailing the backs of her legs against the 
mattress, Jean was begging the man to fuck her, to drive her out of her mind 
with his prick. Rick obliged her, sucking and biting at her neck, every 
nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine. And, oh, there was the 
greasy sensation of his cockhead sliding over her cunt. 

"Now, baby!" 

Jean felt his knees drawing forward, pushing her thighs apart. She felt his 
cockhead centering over her cunt. With a low moan, rolling her head from 
side to side, she felt his -prick knob entering her body. 

Rick worked his hips from side to side, letting her feel his cockhead as 
much as he could from that rotating motion. Her pussy muscles were spasming 
wildly, fluttering, sending hot thrills through her overheated cunt. 

Jean couldn't stay still. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her 
cunt onto his prick. More, more. She wanted more sensation, needed more 
feeling to make her feel good! Rick sensed that and, grunting with approval, 
angled himself up a little higher, making sure his prickshaft touched her 
clit. It was what the frantic blonde needed. Jean groaned, drawing her arms 
around his back, scratching desperately at his neck with her long nails. 

"Uhhhh," he sighed. 

Jean felt herself melting into a sensuous, buttery mass. He was on her mouth 
again, sucking in her tongue, wiggling his into her throat while driving 
more of his prick down. Jean thought she would faint from the pleasure when 
there was that touch, that pressure of his cockhead against her cherry. 

She remembered suddenly what her mother and friends had told her about the 
pain, the bleeding. Jean struggled up from under Rick's mouth, pushing her 
hands against his chest No, no, he was hurting her! Oh God, the pleasure she 
had felt earlier was slipping away, fading under the painful pressure of her 
puckering cherry. "No!" 

"Man, man, you're right about that fucker. Man, gonna pop... uhhh... gonna 
pop it good," Rick groaned, shaking the excess sweat from his forehead. 

"Stop! Oh please... please!" 

Jean twisted her head back, curling her fingers into fists and beating him 
hard against his shoulders. He was going to tear her open with his cock! He 
was going to split her in two. 

"Yaggghhhhh!" she screamed as a pain, sharper than a hundred knives, sliced 
through her cunt. 

Jean thought she was going to pass out and did all she could to hang onto 
consciousness. Clawing at him, fighting for breath, Jean felt his prickhead 
slip past the sore spot, the place where her cherry had been. He was filling 
her up, filling up her body with his cock! It as the wildest feeling of her 
life. Shuddering and gasping, Jean hung onto the big man as his prick 
throbbed and jerked inside her clutching cunt like a large, trapped animal. 

"Man, somethin' else. You were cherry, all right, baby. Tight, hot cherry." 

"You... oh, God, you hurt me," she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulders 
and sobbing. 

Rick let her cry for several more minutes, nuzzling her neck. Jean thought 
at the beginning that the pain would never end. But slowly, gradually, the 
agony ebbed, leaving only an empty feeling, quickly replaced by the pleasure 
she'd originally felt. 

Rick sensed her change and, after a short period, began moving his 
piledriving hips again. 

"No... uuhhhhhh!" she whimpered. 

He kissed her long and hard, wiggling his tongue deep into her mouth. The 
old pleasure rocketed back, driving her mad. The woman felt her cunt muscles 
milking lightly at Rick's cock as she rocked her hips from side to side. He 
groaned into her mouth as her tongue writhed against his like a snake. 

"Go for it, bitch!" 

The rising heat in her cunt made her move wildly under his body. She arched 
her back, wallowing her head and shoulders against the mattress. Rick pulled 
his prick outward until the ridge around his cockhead tugged at her pussy 
muscles. Each time Jean curled her spine and tried to gobble up more prick, 
he shoved his cock forward until their hipbones ground together. 

"Man, man, you fuck like a whore!" he groaned. 

Jean forgot about her sister, about Shep, about everything as his prick took 
over. She swiveled around, shoving her ass against the mattress, then 
jerking it up and pressing her belly against Rick's. Up and down, up and 
down, prancing her ass in fast, jerky fucking movements. Every time the 
woman curled forward, sliding up onto his cock, she thought there was more 
of it. At first, when his belly ground against her cunt mound, the flashes 
from her clit rose past that wonderful fullness in her fuckhole. As Jean 
ground against him harder, she felt his long stalk of cockmeat reach deeper 
and deeper, taking over her body and mind. Oh, it was the greatest feeling 
in her life! 

"Uhhhhhh!" Jean moaned long and low, the need for air forcing her to pull 
her mouth away from his. 

She twisted her head to one side, gasping, cinching her eyes closed, her 
face a pinched mask of sexual pleasure and pain. Rick was moving his hands 
down now, curling his fingers into her asscheeks, digging the tips into her 
resilient flesh, forcing her rolling hips to meet his and take the heavy 
fucking rhythm of his fat cock. 

"No, no!" Jean heard herself sobbing and gasping. She cried out again and 
again, grinding her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in 
her cunt. "Uhhhhhh, God!" 

Every bump of his prickmeat against her clit sent her higher and higher. She 
was stretching thin, about to break from the tension. Jean dripped sweat, 
the salty sting of the fluid in her eyes and nostrils adding to her 
excitement. 

"Take it, bitch!" 

Jean was all the way down on his prick now. She moved her ass around in 
frantic, tight circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides. That mass of 
tension swelled like a balloon in her cunt. She dug her fingernails into his 
broad shoulders, rubbing her aching nipples against his chest. Her asscheeks 
tensed, relaxed, then tensed again under the caresses of Rick's fingers. 

"Oh man, baby, gonna make it... gonna pop and cum!" 

His words made Jean cry out. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as 
her cunt juice oozed out, slicking down his piledriving prick. Jean felt her 
body turn into a rubbery mass of fluid with that whirling ball of hunger 
growing larger and larger. 

"Huhh! Huhhh! Huhhhh!" she gasped with each of his thrusts. 

Jean tossed her hips with a wilder rhythm, her mind exploding with a roar. 
The hard, heavy spasms set Rick off. She felt those spurts, those heavy, 
spattering spurts of jizz against her pussy walls. Too much. Far too much! 

"Ohhhhh, baby, baby, ohhhhhhhh!" he bellowed. 

They gripped one another, their bodies jerking and twisting together as Jean 
felt herself cum and cum and cum! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Four days had passed since Jean lost her cherry. The woman had every 
intention of going home, of making up some excuse and leaving the ranch to 
try to sort out what had happened to her. Instead, she stayed, hiding from 
her sister, Jan, what had happened between she and Rick. 

There were times when she thought of thumbing through Jan's address book to 
find Rick's number, times when she wished he would come over and make her 
feel as good as when he'd squeezed his cockmeat through her cunt. But Jan 
had stayed home more now that the horse sale went through. It would be a 
little difficult for her to sneak away. 

She had to find some way to get out of the house, to get to Rick so he could 
fuck her once more. Now Jean realized how much a woman needed prick, how 
much she needed having a man pressing her down, holding her while he shoved 
his cock into her cunt! There just had to be some way she could get out of 
the house without arousing Jan's suspicion, get out and get to Rick. 

On the evening of the fourth day, these and similar thoughts were racing 
around her mind as she sat back in the living room, waiting for her sister 
to come back. They were to go out for dinner. It was to be another boring, 
pleasant evening, one that would drive Jean out of her mind soon. As she sat 
in the darkening living room, Shep meandered toward her, his bushy tail 
again tucked between his hind legs. Jean shuddered. She hadn't thought about 
him nor Niagara since Rick had fucked her pussy. That was something of the 
past, a kind of accident that wouldn't happen again. 

But four days had passed since she had gotten any sexual stimulation. Four 
days! Now that the woman had been introduced to sex, she needed it more than 
ever! "Shep... " It was dangerous, foolish even for her to be contemplating 
anything with the dog. Jan would be home in a few moments. She could some 
walking in right now and find Shep and Jean in a... well, compromising 
situation. But surely a little licking, a light touch would cause no harm. 
Jean would hear the truck pulling up, would hear Jan slamming the door shut. 
That would be more than enough time to kick the dog out of the way. 

"Here, boy." 

Jean had learned well since the start of her stay there. She wore no 
panties. Reaching down, she hooked her fingers around the hem of her skirt. 
Her gaze fastened on the dog as she pulled up. The blonde shivered as she 
felt the black cotton brushing over her flesh. Up went the skirt, until she 
had it rolled neatly around her waist. Her blonde cunt bush bristled with 
excitement, and her moist, red cunt-meat glistened just under the curly, 
fine hairs. 

Shep stopped, pushed his head forward and sniffed at her cunt. Yes, she was 
hot. She could smell herself, and she knew the dog could smell the pungent 
aroma of her aroused pussy. Drawing her fingers up and down her thighs Jean 
closed her eyes and wiggled her ass down toward the sagging front edge of 
the cushions. She heard Shep breathing hard, nearly as hard as she was 
panting. 

"Here, quickly, boy, quickly," Jean said, feeling her former sense of 
caution fading away. 

The dog responded to her rushed words, moving between her widely splayed 
knees and dropping his maw to her cunt thicket. 

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. 

Jean arched her back, moving her naked ass back and forth over the prickly 
material of the couch cushions. It was heaven feeling his tongue sloshing in 
and out of her pussy. The dog's tongue dipped into her fuzzy cunthole, then 
slithered up to her clit. Spasms, more powerful and frequent than before, 
shot through her cunt, making her clit tingle and burn! Letting out another 
low moan, Jean raised her knees inch by excruciating inch, drawing them 
together, rubbing the insides against Shep's powerful head. He let out a low 
growl of appreciation, raising one paw to press it against her thighs while 
twisting his muzzle and shoving it deeper into her cunt. 

"God!" 

He was such a good dog! Oh, how good his licking was as he smacked his way 
along her pussy. Her raw cunt tissues hurt so good, so very good as the 
tongue sloshed in and out, in and out, the dog spit slicking the blonde 
hairs down against her swollen cuntmeat. 

Jean let out another low moan, then scooted down yet farther on the couch 
cushions. She breathed heavily, cooing to the animal, feeling his tongue 
splitting her feather-soft cuntlips again and again. The only sounds she 
could hear now were her own moans and those sexy, moist, clicking sounds of 
his tongue against her clit. Rick, Niagara, Shep! Images of all three 
flashed once more through her mind as she smelled her own musky cunt. 

Jean whimpered through her nose, whimpered like a hot bitch as Shep kept 
building her tension. She swallowed hard and rolled her head from side to 
side against the back of the couch. Waves of incredible pleasure rushed up 
and down her spine as she pressed her knees even harder against the big 
dog's head. Oh yes, she wanted that tongue sloshing in and out of her pussy. 
She wanted to feel his fuzzy, warm sides rubbing against her inner thighs! 
Crying out, throwing her head back, Jean felt her breathing quicken. With 
another moan, she let her knees drop back apart. 

A car door! Something was slamming shut! 

"Get away." 

Jean hurriedly pushed her skirt down and shoved Shep from her. God, how her 
cunt was burning, throbbing with arousal. It hadn't been wise to let the dog 
touch her like that! She was so hot, so very hot that it was difficult for 
her to think straight. And Jan would be coming in! Jean purposely kept the 
lights down low. Perhaps her sister wouldn't notice anything until she 
managed to regain some control over her emotions. 

"No, down... bad dog!" Jean said, slapping him hard across the snout as Shep 
tried raising her skirt with his muzzle. 

Whining, the animal backed off, especially when he heard Jan's familiar 
footsteps on the front porch. Jean brushed back her hair, settled herself on 
the couch and picked up that magazine she'd been reading earlier. How her 
fingers were shaking, how her pussy burned and itched as she heard the front 
door thrown open, then slammed shut so hard the glass rattled. What on earth 
was wrong with her sister? 

"Jan? What is it?" 

The brunette stood there by the front door, her eyes burning with anger, her 
lips starting to move, then stopping. It was obvious that she was trying to 
gain a kind of control over herself. What on earth had happened? Jean put 
down her magazine. 

"You... you bitch!" Jan screamed. 

The word was a shock to Jean, especially coming from her sister. At first, 
she was completely baffled by Jan's behavior. Then a thought exploded in her 
mind. Rick! Rick had said he'd fucked her sister. She must have gone over to 
his home today and... and he told. He said something, indicated something 
that linked her to him. No wonder her sister was about to go through the 
roof. 

"Jan, I can explain," she began, feeling the blood rush to her face. How her 
cheeks burned! 

"You don't have to," Jan said, her voice trembling with anger. She threw 
down her purse, then folded her arms over her tits, glaring at her unsettled 
sister. "I was over at Rick's today. You know Rick. He told me everything... 
everything about you, about him." 

Jean felt like sinking through the floor. She put both hands together, 
pressing her fingertips to her lips, breathing hard. She felt so dirty, so 
vile. It was like having been caught touching yourself by your mother! She 
was found out, unmasked by her own sister. All Jean wanted to do now was 
escape, run upstairs and pack, get away from this sexual no ill circus she'd 
been trapped in! "I'll leave now. I'll grab a late bus and--" 

"Like hell you will!" 

Jan rushed over to the couch, and she closed her fingers around Jean's upper 
arm. She jerked her sister up from the couch, holding her so tightly that 
the blonde could feel the bruises forming on her arm. Jean winced, trying to 
pull away from her sister. Jan's eyes glowed. Strands of her chestnut hair 
fell over her flushed face. In the background, Shep was barking loudly at 
the two women. 

"Bitch!" she hissed, nearly spitting in her face. "You come here and start 
playing little miss virgin, then you can't wait 'til you fuck every man in 
the valley!" 

"That's not true!" Jean countered, feeling unjustly accused. 

"Oh no? Rick said you were hot enough to fuck everybody at the dance. I 
suppose that's your next trick, you man-stealing bitch!" 

"Please, Jan! I... just lemme go. I swear, I'll leave tonight, leave you 
alone with Rick and... uhhhhh!" 

Releasing Jean's arm, Jan raised her hand high over her head, then brought 
it down in a wheeling swing. Jean couldn't believe this was happening to 
her! She glanced up, saw the fingers coming toward her and winced. There. 

was no time to duck. Her sister's open hand slammed hard against her cheek, 
snapping her head to the right. 

"Ohhhh!" she cried. 

"Bitch!" Jan hissed again. 

Her sister was on top of her in a moment, pushing her against the couch. 
Jean struggled against the brunette, struggled against the fingers tearing 
at her blouse, ripping the material. Time and time again, her sister called 
her filthy names, told her she was no better than a worthless slut as she 
ripped Jean's garments into shreds. 

"And if you like fucking so much," Jan panted, drawing up from her sister 
and pushing the hair from her eyes, "let's see how much you enjoy fucking 
me." 

Jean's eyes widened. She must have heard wrong. Surely Jan had said 
something else. But then there were those awful fingers in her hair, 
twisting around the strands, yanking them so hard that the blonde squealed 
with pain while hot tears streaked her cheeks. Jan was pulling her off the 
couch, rolling her body over the cushions until Jean fell to the floor. 
Looking up, she saw her sister tugging her pinstriped blouse from her 
Levi's, shrugging it off her shoulders. Then Jan unzipped her jeans, and she 
tugged them over her plump, firm asscheeks. This was unreal, as unreal as 
when she approached Niagara and touched him. 

"Now, come here," Jan demanded, backing away a little and putting her hands 
on her hips. 

Jean still lay on the floor, propping her body up with one elbow. She shook 
the hair from her eyes and looked up at her angry sister. Jan was standing 
there, glaring like an Amazon ready to kill. Another woman! Sex with another 
woman. She had never thought of that, just as she had never thought of sex 
with a dog, or with a horse! 

"Please, Jan, you don't know what you're doing," she whispered. 

"Just like you didn't know what you were doing when Rick fucked you. Oh, he 
told me about that little-girl attitude of yours," Jan shot back, her 
nostrils flaring with anger and excitement. She curled her thin lips into a 
wicked smile, narrowing her eyes while her fingers worked slowly against her 
flesh. "He told me about how you kept pushing him away when, all the time, 
your greedy little cunt was milking his cock! Some virgin!" 

"Please, Jan--" 

"I said to come here, Jean!" she shouted. "When I tell somebody to do 
something, they'd better do it. The ranch hands know that, and you'd better 
learn it fast. Now come here." 

Hypnotized by Jan's anger and dominance, Jean picked herself up a little 
more, and she crawled toward Jan. Her eyes flashed from. Jan's eyes to the 
woman's black, hairy snatch. That dark fur seemed to curl out, almost asking 
her to come closer and closer. "Now, then, tell me all about it. Tell me 
about Rick fucking you, about how you tried to get away from him the first 
time at the dance. God!" Jan said, throwing back her head and laughing 
derisively. "To think I believed you when you came up with that lie about 
somebody nearly raping you. I was going to phone the sheriff. It's a good 
thing you talked me out of that one!" 

"Shut up and tell me how you got his prick up your cunt, you stupid bitch!" 

Jan had worked herself up into a frenzy. Never, never before in their adult 
relationship had Jean seen her sister in quite this state. 

"Tell me all about it while you eat my cunt. You're gonna suck my clit while 
you think about how his prick felt, you whore, you slut!" she screamed at 
Jean, reaching down and twisting her fingers around in her hair. 

Jean was terrified. For a moment, the blonde tried to get away. As she 
struggled, Jan yanked up on her hair, tugging it so hard she thought her 
sister was going to snatch her bald. 

"Try anything like that again, and I'll pull it out by the handful," Jan 
threatened. "No, no--" 

"And hold still, you cunt-teasing bitch or I'll shove a dildo so far up your 
pussy you'll never get it out!" Jan shouted. 

There was nothing she could do. Jan held her prisoner there, the brunette's 
fingers tearing at her hair, causing her so much pain that more tears rushed 
down her flushed cheeks. She was there, in front of her naked sister, there 
with her mouth only a few inches from Jan's dark, hairy pussy. She could 
smell that same musky cunt scent that she had smelled when Shep had licked 
her moments before. 

"Come on, suck my cunt, Jean, suck it the way you wanted to suck Rick's 
prick," Jan said in a mocking voice, tugging up at the blonde strands once 
again. 

Sobbing, Jean raised her head to the dark patch of curly hairs. Slowly, she 
bent forward, feeling her tits swing out from her chest. Her sister's 
black-haired pussy glistened invitingly. Jean opened her mouth, and she 
stuck out her tongue to lick her dry lips. Under the thick, tangled growth 
of wiry cunt hairs Jean could see her moist, red fuckslit. It was wet as the 
moisture oozed from her cunt and wet down the lower hairs. 

She stopped once more, unable to go any further. Then she felt her head 
being jerked forward, more strands being pulled from her scalp. In a second, 
Jean felt her face fitted between Jan's thighs. She froze, holding her 
breath, not daring to move as she felt the brunette's fleshy cuntmeat 
pressing against her face. 

"Come on, damn it, come on," Jan hissed. 

She had to breathe! Jan wasn't going to let her go until she started eating 
her cunt. Reluctantly, the blonde opened her mouth again, and she flicked 
out her tongue, licking up the slit between Jan's cuntlips. 

"Ummmmm... " Jan moaned. 

The oil bubbling out tasted so strange, so bleachy and yet terribly clean. 
She moved her tongue up and down, up and down, at first unsure what she 
should do. Soon she was moving her tongue up and down, in and out much in 
the same way Shep had licked her off earlier. Jan was cooing now, her anger 
having subsided, having turned into sexual excitement. 

"Oh yes, yes, Jean, take it... uhhhh, lick it, lick it clean." 

Jean began sliding her hands up Jan's thigh, moving them around until she 
was pressing her fingers around Jan's naked ass. With another groan, she 
pressed her mouth hard onto the brunette's hot cunt. Her tongue lashed 
inside, shoving up into the delicate, trembling crack. She nestled her cheek 
against Jan's soft pussylips and began licking in and out of her sister's 
cunt. "Ohhhhh... " That last moan marked the end of Jan's anger. 

"Yes, do it. Oh God, God, I'm sorry I hurt you before. I was just so angry, 
confused... uhhhh. Oh God, that's so good, soooooo very, very gooooood!" the 
woman moaned. 

Jan sank to her knees, wrapping her arms gently around her sister. Soon they 
were lying side by side on the carpet, their naked bodies turned on end 
against each other. Jean didn't want to think about this as she didn't want 
to think about what she'd done with the horse. It was just happening, and 
she was going to flow along with the feeling. She felt her cunt being 
stroked by those careful fingers. Looking, up, she saw Jan's dark cunt 
poised over her face, her swollen cuntlips partly opened, revealing the dark 
pink folds and hollows of her inner pussy. She swallowed hard once more, 
watching her sister's fur-fringed cunt coming down slowly, slowly, now 
almost within licking distance. 

"Take it, Jean, darling, take it... take it in your mouth." 

It was horrible, unnatural perhaps, in the scheme of things. But, then 
again, everything that had happened to her was that way. Gulping a third 
time, Jean prepared herself for this cunt licking. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Ohhhh, your mouth... ohhhh, come on, Jean, put your mouth on my cunt." 

Just as Jan's red fuckslit parted, Jean felt a tongue being pushed gently 
into her own cunt. It shoved carefully in, easing past her tense, eager 
pussylips. Jan was blowing her breath through her cunthairs at the same 
time, increasing the sensation of excitement. It was almost too much for the 
blonde to stand! And then Jean felt her sister fitting her mouth onto her 
cunt. Jan was sucking, moving her lips sexily over Jean's cuntlips while 
moving her tongue back and forth over her clit. 

"Uhhhhhh... " Jean sighed. 

"Ohhhh, nice cunt... you've got such a nice pussy," Jan said, pulling out 
for a second and wiggling her tongue over the curls bending under her 
breath. 

"I'm sorry about Rick. I Just couldn't help myself," Jean confessed in a 
little voice. "He was just there, touching me all over and... and I couldn't 
stop the feelings. I tried, I really tried that night at the dance. But 
something came over me. It was like I wasn't myself." 

"Ohhhh, don't think about it." 

Jan reached over and, using her fingertips, she pulled her friend's cuntlips 
apart. Inside her sister's red-hot fuckslit, Jan ran her tongue, flicking it 
fast, in and out, as she teased the delicate flesh. At the same time she was 
tonguing Jean's cunt, she lowered her body so her cunt was directly over 
Jean's mouth. 

"Oh, I feel you, honey... ohhhh, Jean, I can feel you breathing into my 
cunt," she panted. 

Jean was staring up at the brunette's big fuckslit, watching her moist, dark 
clit at the 'top of her sister's cunt mound bloom out throbbing and hard. 
She wanted to touch it. Yes, she wanted to lick it. Her hands tightened 
around Jan's thighs, pulling down, pulling that hairy, hot pussy onto her 
mouth! 

Jean trembled in anticipation and excitement as she watched Jan's pussy 
lowering slowly, gradually to her waiting mouth. She felt Jan's thighs 
tremble under her touch, heard her sister groan low and loud. Jean squeezed 
Jan's full asscheeks above her, rubbing them gently, slipping her fingers 
into the hot crack between them. Lifting her head from the carpeted floor, 
she flicked out her tongue, licking the hot surface of Jan's delicate clit. 
Instantly, the woman above her shivered, her juicy cunt trembling, then 
pushing down. In a moment, her pussy was pressing firmly against Jean's 
mouth. 

"Mmmmmm, oh, God!" Jan cried. 

Jean went mad. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it between Jan's plump cunt 
lips as hard as she could. When she had it well inside, she started licking 
the brunette's pussymeat around and around, touching all the slick bumps and 
hollows. The touch, the movement of her lips and tongue were driving the 
woman above her wild. Jan pushed her hips down onto Jean's face, hunching up 
and down, making short, sharp fucking movements against her sister's mouth 
as she tried to get more tongue up her cunt. 

"Uhhhhh!" Jan groaned. 

And then Jean felt her sister's face nuzzling in her pussy. She felt Jan's 
lips pressing in a long, wet kiss against her puckered cuntlips. They 
pressed into her clit while her tongue lashed away at the inside of her 
cunthole. 

"Uhhhh, fuck it... fuck it out... oh, yes, yes Jean, fuck me with your 
tongue," Jan moaned, moving her ass from side to side. 

Jean was spinning out of control. While the blonde was getting her pussy 
sucked and tongued, she kept working her fingers deep into the crack between 
Jan's full asscheeks. As her finger found the brunette's small, puckered 
little asshole, she worked her fingertip around in circles, teasing the 
flesh. Gradually, she made the circles smaller and smaller until she was 
rubbing around the edge of Jan's asshole. Pressing down, she started pushing 
her finger inside. 

"Uhhh!" the brunette gasped. 

Jan shoved down with her hips at this point, grinding her pussy hard into 
Jean's face. At the same time, she spread her legs, stretching her ass 
cheeks apart so Jean could get her finger deeper inside. The blonde woman 
knew her friend was loving it, loving the sensation of that fingertip 
pushing into the tight, gripping asshole muscle. 

"Ohhh, do it, do it, shove it in!" Jan panted. 

Jean obliged, wiggling it around, teasing her friend. Jan let out another 
sharp cry, twisting her hips up and down, telling Jean how she loved getting 
finger-fucked in the ass. 

"Ohhhh, yes, yes, shove it in me... shove it in hard!" 

Jean kept fingering, feeling her pussy exploding again and again with more 
sensations of arousal. Her pink cuntlips spread, exposing the darker hollows 
of her pussy. The blonde curls waved as Jan's breath blew over them. How 
Jean wanted that tongue now, wanted to feel it sliding up and down her 
fuckslit, touching her clit, touching all of her body. This was wonderful! 

Jean arched her back, rubbing her tits and nipples against the soft curve of 
Jan's belly. As she wiggled her finger in her sister's tight asshole, she 
felt her own cuntlips being kissed. Jan's hot, slippery mouth opened wide, 
its lips pressing down into her outer pussymeat. She felt the brunette's 
head bearing down, shoving tighter and tighter against her pussy. Jean felt 
her sister's sucking lips working on her pussy, pulling the flesh up in 
gentle tugs. 

"Jan, Jan... ohhhhh, it's good, soooo very good. Do it! Do it! Suck my cunt 
'til I cum!" 

She felt Jan's mouth go wild on her pussy, Rushing into her tight fuckhole, 
sucking on her clit. As Jan sucked hard at her sister's cunt, Jean pushed 
her finger deeper into the brunette's tight ass. Oh, yes, her sister wanted 
it, wanted to have that finger pushed in all the way! She groaned, rolling 
her ass around and around in circular hunches. Jean pulled her finger back, 
then stiffened it once more and shoved it down up to the second joint. Jan 
moaned loudly, her body trembling as if someone had slapped her hard. She 
moaned, the sound throbbing against the vibrating walls of Jean's cunt. 

"Ohhhhh!" Jean was moaning back, her tongue and finger working together, 
tickling, teasing, stroking the sensitive flesh. Oh, how good Jan's cunt 
felt as it hunched down again and again against her face. Jean felt her 
sister's soft, white thighs close around her head. Jan's cuntlips were 
spread wide now, exposing the hot tunnel. She groaned as Jean fit her mouth 
to her cunt once more, then shoved her tongue down as far as she could. 

"Ummmmm," she groaned into the frantic blonde's pussy. 

Once more, the vibrations quivering through Jean's cunt, shaking her clit to 
the limit. Jean thought she was going to pop off right then and there. She 
spread her legs even wider and tensed her thigh muscles, shoving her ass up. 
She gave her cunt to Jan in a frenzy of fucking. With each hunch of Jean's 
ass, she felt Jan's wide tongue lash over her clit. 

Jan kept her finger up Jan's ass. She pushed her now to one side, rolling 
over completely. In a moment, she found herself on top. It was a strange, 
exciting position! Shaking the blonde hairs from her face, she started 
hunching down, shoving her tight cunt into Jan's mouth. She could feel her 
sister's tongue push up, stiff and rigid. Straddling Jan's head, she worked 
her ass around in a series of short, fast hunches. She learned in a moment 
just how far she could pull up without letting the brunette's tongue slip 
out of her cunt. As she concentrated on fucking herself with Jan's tongue, 
Jean glued her mouth once again onto the hot pussy beneath her. Her lips 
fitted tightly over Jan's soft, fat, hairy pussy. Breathing hard, Jean shot 
her tongue inside. 

"Uuuuhhhhhh!" her sister moaned in response. 

Jan was going wild. Jean felt her friend writhing and twisting under her. 
But she was determined to remain on top. She tightened her grip, continually 
pushing her cunt down on her sister's face in hard, short strokes. She felt 
as if she were doing the fucking, fucking herself and Jan at the same time. 
She wanted to make her sister eat it, suck it, to make her cum! With another 
groan, Jean shoved her mouth down hard between Jan's legs. Her hips worked 
up and down now in strong fucking strokes. At the same time, she shoved her 
finger in as far as it would go, twisting it around from side to side. 

"Oooohhh!" Jan cried. 

The brunette was shaking under her. Jean knew her sister was going to cum, 
going to explode as she was about to. Yes, she was about to climax in her 
sister's mouth! Throwing her head back, Jean let out a loud moan, then 
shoved her tongue deep into Jan's hot pussy. She felt it starting to spasm, 
felt the brunette's cunt starting to throb and pulse in the beginnings of 
orgasm. It was a wild feeling, one that was starting to drive her over the 
edge. 

Jean wiggled her finger deep inside Jan's tight ass while keeping her tongue 
sliding down into her throbbing cunt. She knew Jan loved it. She could feel 
the wild spasms shaking her sister all over. The brunette was going mad, 
sucking hard, her tongue wiggling frantically in Jean's pussy. 

"Ooooouuuuuuffff!" Jan growled. 

Jean felt the spasms hit her sister's cunt like a bomb. That triggered her 
own explosion. Twisting her tongue around and around in Jan's squeezing 
pussy, she felt the spasms tear through her own pussy. Her clit popped into 
Jan's sucking mouth and vibrated crazily. Her entire body seemed to spasm. 
Her toes curled, her belly knotted as her cunt, clit and asshole exploded! 
She grasped tightly onto Jan, feeling she would crash into the ceiling if 
she let go. 

"God!" she cried. 

Jean came and came and came, the spasms seeming to increase in intensity as 
the seconds ticked by. Four days without having sex had taken their toll. 
Hunching down onto her sister's face, moving her tongue wildly around in 
Jan's pussy, Jean hunched her dripping cunt hard and fast onto the 
brunette's stiff, lapping tongue. 

Finally it was over. They both collapsed and lay together, cradled in each 
other's arms. For a long while, neither of the women said anything. Then it 
was Jan who spoke up in a sleepy, satisfied voice. 

"That was wonderful, Jean. I know it was your first time at this kind of 
thing," she said, propping herself up on her elbows and wiping her lips with 
the backs of her fingers. "I wouldn't mind doing it again someday, if you 
like." 

Jean put her fingers to her forehead. It was so confusing. Things were 
happening to her so quickly, things that often didn't happen to women in 
twenty years! 

"I... I don't know. Have you done this... often?" Jean ventured, feeling a 
little out of focus. 

"Oh, once or twice," Jan admitted, getting up from the floor and examining 
Jean's blouse. "I'm afraid I've torn it. I'll buy you another, of course." 

"Jan." 

Jean was going to tell her everything about the dog and horse. Why shouldn't 
her sister know? And yet something held her back. 

"Yes?" 

"Nothing, nothing at all. I just thought about dinner and--" 

"We'll go out, my treat. After that performance, you deserve a little 
attention," Jan said, patting her sister on the cheek. Jean smiled. Perhaps 
it was best that Jan not know what was going on under her roof. If she had 
become angry over Rick, lord only knew what would happen if she were to find 
out about Shep and Niagara. Besides, that was over, wasn't it? 

The following day, she and her sister went into town, shopping the stores 
bare. For a while at least, Jean forgot about Shep and the horse, about the 
dark thoughts still present in her mind when she was alone. It was only 
after Jan had dropped her off and left her to herself that Jean began 
thinking of those animals, about her strange, attraction to them. 

She stood there in the living room, listening to Jan's pick-up trundle down 
the road toward Rick's ranch. Although nothing was said, Jean knew her 
sister was going over for a fuck. Standing there staring at the packages on 
the couch, the blonde felt left out, hanging free while her friend was 
satisfying herself with that handsome stud. 

"Damn!" 

Was she turning into a slut? Well, that was a question that seemed to answer 
itself. She couldn't seem to handle her sexual drive. It had taken her over 
completely. She had enticed a dog to lick her off. She had touched a horse, 
fingering his cock and balls while rubbing her naked cunt against his 
thighs. She had fucked away her cherry with a stranger, then topped it all 
off with a cunt-sucking spree with her sister! This had all happened within 
one week! Years of modesty had been thrown into the rubbish! "God!" 

And now what was she to do? Did Jan really expect her to sit there at home, 
with her hands crossed, waiting for her to come home from her mind-blowing 
fuck? Nothing had been said, but Jean was certain of her sister's 
intentions. 

Jean wiped her hands on her dress and walked into the kitchen. Stopping by 
the sink, she turned on the water. Shep was outside, jumping around, his 
tail high in the air as he chased teasing, low-flying birds that wheeled 
over the yard. Every now and then, he barked, leaping high into the air, his 
graceful body curving, sailing through space. 

"Oh!" Jean gasped. 

She'd dropped the glass in the sink, watching it shatter into thousands of 
pieces. No, she was too worked up, too put out to sit there and wait for Jan 
to come home with tales of Rick's prowess. She knew how good he was. She 
wanted him, wanted something to ease the pressure, the heat building in her 
cunt. 

She thought of the dog. Then another idea struck her. It was more daring, 
more enticing than anything she'd done with the dog. That dream-like 
incident with Niagara, the time she'd tiptoed into the barn, and touched 
Niagara. Why not repeat it? Glancing at the wall clock, she saw it was 
nearly five. The ranch hands were gone, most of them never coming up to the 
house past three-thirty anyway. Out back, she heard the dog barking. 
Smiling, Jean crossed her hands over her tits, pressing her fingers into her 
upper arms. Yes, yes, she would do it. It would be the final trip into the 
unknown. 

She pushed out any thought of morality, any thought of her sister, of Rick. 
That dark force had taken her over once more. Jean pushed open the front 
screen door, and she looked from left to right. No one was there. A strange 
silence pressed down on the ranch. Still smiling, Jean moved quickly from 
the house, walking over the graveled courtyard to the barn. Once more, she 
hesitated, one hand on the opened barn door. She could smell the pungent 
aroma of stale piss and hay. In the darkness, she heard movement. Niagara! 
She shuddered, her fingers curling, the nails digging into the soft wood. 

Jean glanced behind her. No, no one saw her. Everything was quiet. With a 
sigh, the attractive blonde stepped into the barn, closing the door behind 
her. The same yellow bulb burned in the center of the building, barely 
lighting the nearby stalls. Those three horses up front were gone, having 
been sold earlier. Two others were there, staring at her with their 
handsome, dark eyes. Shivers of delight rushed up and down her arms. No, she 
wouldn't think about what she was doing, about the forbidden border she was 
about to cross. 

"Ohhh, Niagara," she sighed. 

Jean moved as if in a dream, her feet shuffling quietly over the stubble on 
the floor. The other horses watched her quietly, their tails swishing 
against their firm, muscular haunches. Jean glanced at them, then continued 
down the narrow aisle toward the last stall. There in the dim light, she saw 
Niagara's shape--big, muscular, overpowering, beautiful! She stopped and let 
out a shuddering breath. How wonderful, how absolutely wonderful her friend 
should possess such a creature. 

"Niagara," she called softly. 

The big animal turned his head around, his pointy ears bending forward while 
his black, rubbery lips pulled tight against his teeth. No, there was no 
going back. Jean had made her commitment, and she was going to carry it 
through! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Ohhh, Niagara." 

It was happening all over again! Jean stood in the small stall, her bare 
feet sinking in the soft stubble covering the floor. She had taken off her 
clothing, draping it over several nails in the nearby rear barn wall. The 
big, black stallion was staring at her, his neck curving as she stood back 
against the low stall wall. Jean swallowed hard, her heart pounding a mile a 
minute while her pulse raced through her body. The tips of her tits itched, 
burned as badly as the lump of pink, wet cunt flesh throbbing between her 
legs. Jean let out another moan, and her knees knocked against one another! 
Passing her hand over her belly, Jean felt the warm glow of arousal, of 
excitement rush through her. Her pussy was quivering as if it were a small, 
frightened animal. Her full, elastic cuntlips curled and trembled while her 
clit popped to the surface. Jean's flesh crawled as she watched the big 
beast staring at her, moving his tail from side to side, his muscular chest 
heaving with each breath he took. 

"Niagara," she repeated, her voice was only a tight whisper now. Gathering 
what courage she had, Jean pushed away from the wall, feeling the itchy 
tingle of the straw between her toes. Niagara backed from her a little, his 
nostrils flaring, a low, smothered snort in his throat. He looked surprised, 
a little frightened. Jean paused, her tits rolling together with her heavy 
swings. 

"Don't be nervous, boy. I'm not going to sell you, like Jean did to the 
others," she said in a quavering voice, her hand circling down toward her 
aching, throbbing cunt. "I'm only here to... to be friends with you." 

The horse calmed, pawing the loose ground in front of him and swaying from 
side to side. Jean closed her eyes and sucked in another sharp breath, her 
brain reeling with unbelievable excitement. "God!" 

She took one step forward, then another, then another until she was right up 
against the animal. She could feel his hot breath against her tits, against 
her cheeks, against her chest. Trembling, the young blonde raised both 
hands. She soon found herself caressing Niagara's head, her fingers 
smoothing up and down the long sides of his head. 

"Oh yes, Niagara, you're a beautiful animal, a beautiful beast." 

He was breathing harder. And then he was licking her, drawing his tongue 
over her arms, the base of her neck. Jean threw back her head and laughed, 
pressing her hands against the big stallion's neck. The move, the sudden cry 
startled the beast. 

"Easy, easy, boy, easy," she said, hugging his head between her arms. 

Oh, how good it was to press her head against his, to rub her hands over his 
body while he breathed heavily against her! Jean closed her eyes and 
groaned. She could have stayed like this forever, braced against this 
powerful animal who would protect her IT "Good, good, Niagara." 

But she wanted more. There was going to be something more than just standing 
there, caressing the big animal. Jean shivered, pressing Niagara's head 
against her tits, feeling the soft rub of his hairs against her hard 
nipples. Sighing, she released her hold, stepped back, then moved around to 
his right side, keeping one hand on his body, talking softly all the time. 
The barn seemed alive with their sounds, the sounds of arousal, of heaving, 
labored panting. 

"Easy, Niagara, it's going to be okay. It's going to be fine," she 
whispered, her body growing more and more alive to the stallion's touch with 
each passing second. 

Her heart was beating wildly now. She loved the touch of the horse's body 
against her fingers. That sensation made her pulse race faster, her flesh 
crawl with pleasure. That tingling sensation between her legs was becoming 
more and more urgent. Jean moaned, falling against the animal. Her arms 
spread out to either side of her body while she turned her head and pressed 
one cheek against his sides. She was embracing him, holding onto him as if 
he were her lover! 

"Niagara!" 

The plump lips of her tight cunt were aching to be touched, to be fucked by 
the beast! Oh yes, fucked by the horse, her lover. If only she could figure 
out some way to do it! 

One hand stretched out from the left, crawling along the horse's flesh until 
it reached the rounded haunch. Jean wanted to touch the animal, to move her 
hands over his balls, his prick. She sucked in a deep breath, holding it 
until her eyes swam. All the sensitive spots on her body ached and tingled 
as she stood there, pressing her body against the stallion. 

"Yes, Niagara, yes." 

She moved a little farther down, still keeping her arms stretched widely 
apart, still pressing one cheek against the big horse and feeling his warm 
side against her flesh. In a moment, she was by one hindquarter. Her cunt 
went into spasms as her quivering pussymeat brushed over his leg! 

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned. 

Jean felt weak, her knees buckling once more, her head slipping back while 
her fingers grabbed desperately against the stallion's sides. Managing to 
regain control, she leaned heavily against the beast, her breathing rioting 
out in gasps for several more minutes. She began moving her body from side 
to side, rubbing her tits, her pussy against the animal's short hair. Her 
pussylips folded one over the other, peeling back, letting her feel the 
stallion's warm flesh brushing over the inner pink folds and hollows of her 
cunt. 

Jean clenched her teeth, gasping and moaning as the sensations between her 
legs was about to erupt. She could feel that, sense that as she leaned 
against the animal. No, she couldn't cum right now, not just doing this, 
rubbing against the placid stallion. She stopped for a moment, resting her 
burning forehead against Niagara's side, feeling only his breathing now, 
just the movement of his ribs as he sucked in deeper and deeper breaths. Her 
hand was moving again, moving backward as if it had a mind of its own! Yes, 
she was going to touch him, touch him as she'd touched him before! 

"Niagara... " Her fingers trembled, then stretched back, back until they 
were tracing the full, round lines of the horse's ass. Again, Jean felt the 
gentle swish of his tail against her arms. She curled her fingers, digging 
her nails into the animal's sides. Immediately, Niagara whinnied, starting 
to paw the ground and move against the side of his stall. But Jean knew how 
to calm him down. Stroking him, crooning to the nervous animal, she brought 
him around with her gentle talk and caresses. Soon he was snorting with 
excitement, his head straight forward, draped over the low front of his 
stall. She knew he wanted her. 

"Ahhhhh!" Jean sighed. 

She was touching his prick, touching his balls! Jean trembled again, feeling 
the hot, leathery flesh against her fingertips. Niagara stiffened, his body 
rippling at her touch! The woman let out a shuddering breath and rubbed her 
cunt harder against the animal's sides. How good her clit felt, how it 
exploded and trembled as the wiry horse hairs brushed over her small clit! 
She stopped for a moment, breathing heavily while a shower of sparks flew 
into her cunt. She could feel her pussy walls clenching, almost hear them 
slapping together as the muscles at her cuntal throat went into spasms. 

There. It was over for the moment. Opening her eyes, Jean moved her fingers 
again, rubbing against his large, black, ball-sac. Niagara liked that. She 
heard him snorting again, felt his sleek body trembling against hers as he 
pawed the ground. At times, she looked around and found herself staring 
right back at the big beast, his eyes wide, his nostrils quivering as he 
sucked air in with loud, wheezing sounds. 

"Good, good... uhhhhhhh... " she moaned. 

The room was growing mistier as her hand moved up and down, gathering the 
balls in her fingers. They felt so warm, so very hot. She thought of the cum 
packed in those balls and let out a grunt. How she wanted to do more with 
the big animal. She found herself backing down, turning halfway around and 
moving her other hand up. In a moment, she was standing there by Niagara's 
powerful buttocks, both hands smoothing over the rounded curves. She didn't 
mind the tail swishing against her body. At times, the long, rough tail 
hairs brushed over her nipples, her cunt. That light, feathery touch brought 
out moans of pleasure. She knew she was smiling at the big beast's touch! 

"Good... good," Jean cooed. 

She played with his balls, weighing them, curling her fingers and gathering 
them up in both hands! Niagara was whinnying now, his hindquarters 
stiffening, spreading apart. Swallowing hard, Jean moved the balls up, 
feeling them pillow out against her hand, moving them up until she had them 
almost flat against his stomach. Then she let them drop, and she watched 
them swing back and forth. Niagara moved around in his stall again, 
snorting, whinnying, shaking his head impatiently from side to side. 

"All right, boy, all right." 

She seemed to know what he wanted. Sucking in another deep breath, Jean drew 
her hands back together. Tracing the split between his balls, she rubbed 
downward until her fingertips found the base of his long cock! 

"God!" she gasped. 

Niagara froze again, his head leaning farther out from the stall while his 
hindquarters spread a little more for her. Jean stumbled forward, caught 
herself, then began closing her fingers around the big shaft. Oh, she 
couldn't even get her hand around it! His cock was so thick. And how that 
hot hunk of meat throbbed against her fingers when she touched it! 

"What should I do?" Jean asked herself out loud. 

Bending forward slightly, her tits swinging out from her chest, Jean began 
moving her fingers up and down, up and down. She felt the loose flesh 
surrounding the horse's cock sliding sexily over the steely inner core. Her 
eyes were widening, her nostrils flaring as she stroked the big beast. His 
balls were swinging forward, at times brushing against her wrists as Jean 
brought her hands farther and farther down. Oh, that cock! It seemed to go 
on forever! 

"Yes, you beautiful, beautiful animal, yessss." 

Faster and faster, her fingers worked. How hot he was getting! Jean stopped 
for a moment, and she felt his prick throbbing and jerking against her 
fingers. At that point the woman realized she was close to cumming herself! 
She and a horse! Yes, they were both going to make it, and at the same time! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Again, Jean stopped, her fingers gripping the hard hunk of stud meat 
throbbing between her hands. She was an animal, a rutting animal needing 
this stallion to put out the fire between her legs! Slowly, she stroked down 
to the bulbous, black cockhead at the end of that stalk. Her knees bent, 
quavered, threatened to give way as she slipped her fingers down. 

"Easy, Niagara, easy boy." 

Jean thought she would faint when she heard the horse begin to make a 
strangled sound in his throat. Soon. Soon, he'd be spraying out his cum! And 
then? "Very nice, Jean!" 

The blonde froze on the spot, her hands pulling away from the horse's prick. 
She stumbled backward, wiping her palms guiltily on her naked thighs while 
her cheeks flushed beet-red. Who was it? She shook her head violently, 
trying to clear her mind while her heart kept beating wildly. 

"Oh my God!" 

It was Jan, her sister, standing there frowning at her. Behind her was Rick, 
a slight grin on his face. 

"Looks like your little sister has grown up since I fucked her," he said, 
his eyes narrowing as he looked at the horse, then at her. 

"You don't have to explain, Jean. I can't believe this," Jan said, her eyes 
wide. "You're nothing better than... than some slut off the streets." 

Jean felt her voice freeze. The worst, the very worst thing had happened. 
She had been caught in this foul act! She wanted to run, to hide, but there 
was no way out. 

"Well, if you want the horse so badly, then we'll give him to you," Jan 
said, turning to Rick and whispering something. 

"What... what are you going to do?" Jean stammered, seeing the two coming 
toward her. Behind her, Niagara was snorting once more, made nervous by the 
approaching humans. 

"Since you enjoy horses so much, dear, we're going to give you your fill," 
Jan said, a wicked look in her eye. It was that same look she'd seen when 
her sister attacked her the day before! 

"Oh no!" Jean cried. 

But there was no time to run. Rick grabbed one hand, Jan the other. Jean 
struggled, her knees bending, her head lolling from side to side while she 
dug her heels into the soft dirt. But there was nothing she could do. 

"She's hot enough, Jan. Christ! She's got juice runnin' outta her like some 
volcano," Rick commented. 

"You want a fuck so bad, Jean. You're going to get it," Jan hissed. 

"Wh... what?" 

Someone had kicked her behind the knees, knocking her to the ground. Jean 
let out a grunt, her ass hitting the hay-covered floor hard. Shaking the 
hair from her eyes, the terrified blonde had just enough time to see the two 
grab her once more, then slide her up to the horse. Niagara was staring down 
at her, rearing back, his black nostrils quivering. 

"You can do it?" Rick asked Jan as he squinted his eyes up while they rested 
for a second. 

"I'm strong enough. It'll be a trip to watch my good little sister fucked 
onto this thing." 

Jean tilted back her head, her eyes staring at that long, black cock 
sticking straight out from Niagara's hindquarters. Riding at the top were 
those two soft, firm balls, pressed now against his prickroot. They were 
going to fuck her onto that thing, screw her onto his cock! Jean screamed, 
trying to jerk her arms away. But both Rick and Jan were strong and 
determined. She bent her knees, kicking out wildly with both legs, her feet 
hitting the whinnying horse at times. 

"Christ! She's gonna get us killed if she keeps up like this," Jan panted. 

"Lemme take care of this." 

Rick let go and swung around, jerking one hand high in the air over his 
head. Jean rolled her eyes up just in time to see his hand coming down at 
her. There was the sound of a dry smack, then her head rattled and stars 
popped in front of her eyes. Tears rolled down from the stinging pain while 
her tits jiggled and slapped against one another. 

"Now," Rick said simply, moving up to her legs and motioning with his head 
for Jan to do the same. 

Jean moaned, knowing she was being dragged forward. Her arms trailed up 
behind her head while the loose stubble worked into her ears, scratched her 
back. They were moving on either side of the stallion now, talking to him, 
touching him gently while tugging her legs back and up. Rick was giving Jan 
some directions. Then Jean felt something very hot, very slick and firm 
pressing against her bloated cuntlips. Niagara's cock. Yes, they were 
screwing that prick into her. She was being fucked by a horse! 

"Nooooo!" 

Shock and terror knifed through the young woman, but there was nothing she 
could do. Her cuntlips flattened back, peeled apart. Jean arched her back, 
her legs quivering, the tendons and muscles stretching against her white 
flesh. 

"No, no, no!" she cried as she felt his cockhead working into her cunt. A 
horse's cock! Her belly muscles contracted while a feeling of nausea swept 
over her. Jean curled her fingers into fists, beating them against the 
ground while she tried jerking her legs, kicking them at the animal over 
her. But both Rick and Jan were ready now, holding her firmly, laughing at 
her as they worked her up onto that fat, long, hard cock. "Uhhhhh... God!" 

Then the cockhead was worked completely inside! Jean gasped, her mouth 
opening, spittle frothing around the corners of her lips. Jan and Rick 
tugged up a little farther after a while, straightening her legs, pulling 
her a few more inches onto Niagara's cock. Back and forth, up and down, they 
moved her body, stretching her legs apart as if they were the pieces of a 
wishbone. 

"Uh... uhhhhh," she moaned. 

Jean closed her eyes, fighting the swirl of thoughts attacking her. A 
horse's cock. Yes, she was starting to feel that tension again, that itchy 
sensation she had felt when rubbing her cunt against Niagara's thigh. 
Glancing up again, she saw that long, black prickshaft outside, bending at 
the center under the animal's powerful underbelly. With a perverse stream of 
thought, the woman wanted it inside of her pussy, all of it. She kicked 
again, once more feeling Rick's and Jan's fingers holding her. 

"Fucking, baby, fucking a Goddamned horse! That's what you're doing, baby," 
Rick said. 

They twisted her around so she could feel the animal's cock working inside 
of her cunt. 

She was resting almost completely on her shoulder blades now. They were 
still fucking her on the thing, hauling her up as if she were a bale of hay, 
working yet another inch or two of the big horse's cock into her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh!" Jean was sobbing as she felt her cunt being stretched wide open to 
take on the massive cock. The smell of the barn, the smell of the animal all 
made her feel so hot, so wild. Once more, they turned her around and around, 
rotating her along the fat hunk of prickmeat. 

And above her, Niagara was going wild. His powerful legs were shaking, 
moving from side to side while he tossed his head. Jean heard him whinnying 
crazily. She flexed her thighs when she felt his cock jerking around inside 
her cunt. Yes, he was going to cum! She could feel the hot hunk of studmeat 
inside her rubbing against the slick folds and hollows of her pussy, 
stretching her cuntlips, stimulating her clit. 

Jan and Rick were laughing even louder now as they pulled her up yet another 
inch. Her legs were pressed hard against the sides of the beast, and her 
hair fanned out on the floor. She was covered with filth and straw stubble. 
And still she wanted more, more of the horse's dick inside her, stretching 
her, defiling and yet exciting her! 

"Ohhhhh!" Jean wailed. 

"She's gonna pop!" Rick exclaimed. 

"Oh God, God!" her sister panted. 

Niagara suddenly stopped his wild moves. Jean saw his tail rise, his 
hindquarters quivering. And then there was the sensation of something 
spattering against her cuntwalls. He was firehosing her down with his jizz, 
dumping his load of animal cum into her pussy. Jean pulled to one side, 
gnawing her whitened knuckles while trying to kick out her legs once more. 
She was on the edge too, on the edge of orgasm with the big black stallion. 

"Ohhh... yagggghhhhhhh!" 

The blonde snapped her head back as brilliant flashes of light matched the 
thunder roaring in her head. Cumming, cumming with the big beast spraying 
his load of jizz into her pussy. Jean twisted her body from side to side, 
ignoring the straw and filth clinging to her flesh, concentrating only on 
the stuffed feeling that made her belly swell. And over all was the sense of 
cum spattering against her spasming pussy walls! Big Niagara was cumming, 
unloading his jizz in her cunt. And it was wonderful, wonderful! 

"Cummmmmmm!" She screamed. 

The word seemed to release more explosions between her shivering legs. It 
felt as if the whole world around her were exploding, blowing to pieces and 
crashing down into her cunt. Her pussywalls spasmed again as her cunt 
clutched around that hunk of greasy studmeat, holding the squirting, 
shooting cock deep inside. 

"Cummmmmminnnngggg!" Jean cried again, faintly hearing her own voice just 
before she passed out under the pawing, panting animal. 

Jean had no idea how long she'd been out. When she came to, she was back in 
her bedroom upstairs, apparently having been washed and tucked in. She 
blinked open her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment. Had it all been 
some vicious dream? Had she imagined the whole thing--Shep, Niagara, Jan, 
Rick? One sexual event had tumbled atop another, each one more frenzied, 
more perverse than the last! 

No, it was all true. She closed her eyes and fought back the feeling of 
sickness rising in her throat. She had indeed made it with the dog, then 
turned around and made it with her sister, Rick, and finally... and finally 
with the stallion, Niagara! She remembered the hot feeling she'd had 
standing next to the beast, pressing up against him, rubbing her body 
against his. And then Jean and Rick had come in and interrupted, had changed 
the scene. They had done what she didn't dare do. They made her fuck the 
horse. 

"Oh God!" she sobbed. 

Jean turned her head on the crushed pillow, and she bit on her fingers. How 
could she live with that? How could she live with any of it? Would it drive 
her mad? 

Jean groaned once more, pushing that thought from her. She would deal with 
it later. She would deal with that lovely memory of having Niagara's cock in 
her, stretching her cunt, stretching it while it slipped and slurped back 
and forth in her seeping fuckhole! They had laughed at her. But, oh, what a 
feeling she remembered having when the beast came in her pussy! 

Who knew? Perhaps Jan had done the same thing. She had only begun to realize 
that her sister was a lot more wild than she thought. Jean smiled. She'd 
have to have a long, long talk with her sister when the blonde felt a little 
better. Right now, yawning, Jean felt she had to get some rest, to recover 
from the fuck of her life! A horse. Yes, well, why not? 


THE END
