Getting Her Goat
by David Crane


Chapter 1 

Molly Parker looked out of the door of the cabin to see if it was time to 
change the position of the goat that kept the lawn trimmed. Molly had rented 
the rustic cabin the day before, and the farmer who owned the place had lent 
her the goat in lieu of a lawnmower. It was a large animal, packed with 
solid muscle, with a long white beard and heavy, backswept horns. It was 
tethered to a movable peg, munching a wide circle around from that starting 
point. Molly saw that there was still plenty of grass left within the area 
of the goat's circle, and that it wouldn't be necessary to move the peg for 
awhile. 

Molly had heard that goats would eat anything. Being Molly, she wondered, 
smiling at the thought, if a goat would eat a girl's cunt. 

Molly also wondered if it was time to try out her brand-new rubber prick. 
She had bought the big dildo after she had decided to take a month-long 
vacation in the remote mountain cabin, knowing that she was liable to get 
very horny and frustrated with no men around. She wasn't at all sure that 
she would be able to last whole month without getting fucked, but she wanted 
to give it a try. She had become too promiscuous lately and felt a bit 
guilty about it. Molly was trying to punish herself with a month of celibacy 
and solitude, a self-imposed and forced chastity. But even after only the 
one night of sleeping alone, she was starting to feel horny. 

When there were men around, Molly never had to worry at all about getting 
fucked. She was a beautiful and sexy girl of twenty-four who had had many 
lovers and offers of marriage. Several times she had been tempted to marry a 
guy, especially if he had a big prick. But Molly knew that it wouldn't work 
out. She liked variety too much and she knew that she would not be able to 
remain faithful to a husband. Molly didn't think it would be fair to marry 
some poor guy, knowing she would soon be unfaithful to him. 

Molly was tall and trim. Her tits were not large but they were firm and 
thrusting and capped with big, stiff nipples, the kind that men love to 
suck. Her legs were long and shapely and seemed designed to be wrapped 
around a man's back as he stuffed his cock up her cunthole. Her ass was an 
inverted valentine sweeping down from her tiny waist and cutting sharply 
back to her thighs. She had long tawny hair, slightly tilted green eyes and 
her mouth was wide and sensual, with a full lower lip, the sort of mouth 
that invariably led men to thoughts of blowjobs--and often to the reality, 
as well. 

Molly dearly loved to suck on a big cock and milk it off in her mouth. She 
often climaxed without even touching her pussy while she was sucking a cock, 
as if her tongue had taken the place of her fuck button. 

The goat raised his head and stared at Molly with yellow eyes. His long 
black tongue lolled out. The beast was standing sideways to her and she 
could see his cock in profile. His cockshaft was long and thick, covered 
with silken grey hair and his big black balls were full. She could see the 
tip of his cockhead poking out from its hairy sheath, his naked black prick 
meat in stark contrast to the light-gray fuck rod. 

The goat's prick looked a lot more interesting than her dildo, thought 
naughty Molly. A rubber cock was better than nothing, but it was a pretty 
poor substitute for the real thing; The worst disadvantage of a dildo was 
that it wouldn't cum, and feeling a load of hot, thick jism squirt into her 
cunt or mouth was the best part of sex for Molly. 

She had never fucked around with an animal. She had never even thought about 
a before. But she was thinking about it at the moment. Bestiality was 
depraved, she knew, but there was a dark charm to depravity that served to 
make such thoughts very exciting. Her pussy began to simmer. 

Molly cupped her hand over her crotch and she felt her cunt ripple, Creamy 
juice trickled down her thighs. Her gaze flashed back and forth between the 
goat's cock and his tongue. She didn't think she was naughty enough to let 
an animal fuck her, but she wondered what it would feel like to have that 
long black tongue slapping away on her cunt. 

If the goat got too excited, she supposed that she could always give it a 
handjob, a reward for licking her off. Molly was surprised by her own 
fantasies. 

Then she was even more surprised to realize that she was thinking seriously 
about it. 

Holy shit! Do I dare? she asked herself. Well, what was the harm in it? 
Molly knew she'd enjoy it, and she was pretty sure that the goat would enjoy 
it, too. As long as no one ever found out about it, she saw no reason why 
she should not have some naughty fun. 

Grinning, Molly went down the steps and walked toward the goat. His nostrils 
twitched as he scented her hot pussy and his big cock rippled, a bit more of 
his black cock knob sliding out. It thrilled Molly to know that she was 
turning the dumb brute on. 

"You want to get your balls emptied, don't you, Billy?" she asked. The goat 
cocked his big horned head, questioningly. Molly was wearing a light cotton 
dress and hadn't put any panties on. She seldom wore panties, anyway, since 
they only got in the way. Molly liked to be ready to get a fast fuck at any 
time and place. 

She pulled her dress up and pushed her trim belly out, thighs slightly 
parted. The goat sniffed. Her naked cuntmound was a wide triangle of curly 
blonde hair and her open pussy-slit flowed through her crotch like a 
sluggish and swampy river through a sunlit forest. 

There was no way to tell if the goat appreciated the sight, but he was 
obviously intrigued by the delicious aroma. He thrust his head forward and 
his silken muzzle nudged her cunt. 

"Ooooh," she purred and any last-minute doubts she might have had faded away 
instantly at the touch. 

The animal nuzzled around in her wet cunt, nostrils flaring, his hot breath 
billowing up her throbbing fuckhole. Molly squirmed, her ass grinding as she 
worked her pussy against his snout. She shot her lush hips out from side to 
side and her belly pumped. The goat's tongue slurped up her cuntslit. 

Molly trembled all through her ripe body as she felt the goat's long wet 
cuntlapper run through her open pussy and over her clit. Waves of fiery 
sensation ran through her loins. 

Plenty of eager young men had sucked Molly's sweet pussy, but she had never 
felt a tongue as deft and thrilling as the goat's nimble slurper. She could 
have climaxed right there in the yard, but Molly figured that a cuntlapping 
this good deserved more comfort. Unfastening the rope, she led the goat by 
the collar back toward the cabin. The beast trotted along beside her, his 
tongue hanging out and dripping, obviously eager to get to work on her tasty 
cunt again. 

Molly halted at the steps of the low porch. When she released the goat, it 
stood right there, not about to wander off, gazing up at the woman with big 
amber eyes. His sturdy hooves were spread wide on the ground and his cock 
was fully erect by this time. His prick jutted out so far that the beast 
seemed to be straddling a single-barred fence. Its furry, horned head bobbed 
up and down, the gray beard flowing. 

Molly drew her dress off over her head, knowing that there was going to be a 
lot of thick cum flying around pretty soon and not wanting to get the dress 
all sticky. She folded it over the railing, then turned and sat on the top 
step. 

Her ass perched on the edge and her long, shapely legs were extended to the 
ground, thighs apart. The goat's golden orbs eyed her cunt. 

Molly smiled dreamily and reached down, spreading her cuntlips wide open 
with her fingertips. The darker inner folds that she revealed were streaked 
with creamy cuntjuice. Her open fuckhole was a swamp and her throbbing clit 
stood out like a little man in a boat. 

"Lick it up, Billy," she urged the goat. 

He stepped closer, thrusting his head forward. He began to tongue her 
cuntslit and clit with long, rippling strokes that caused the horny girl to 
moan and shudder. 

Molly arched her slender back, tilting her flooded crotch higher. The goat 
was lapping her with gusto, his flattened tongue starting in the crack of 
her ass and sweeping on up to her bushy pussymound. Cuntjuice ran onto his 
tastebuds, inspiring the beast to a frenzy. The creamy foam sprayed up onto 
her belly as his tongue flipped through her fuckhole. 

Molly reached down and she got a handhold on the goat's beard, using it to 
move his head around as she pleased. The goat willingly allowed her to shift 
his muzzle about as he tongued merrily away. Cuntjuice trickled down the 
insides of her firm thighs and poured from her fuckhole, seeping down into 
the taut crack of her ass. The hungry goat lapped the delicious juice out of 
her asscrack, then from her open fuckslot. His silken muzzle was matted with 
the frothy cunt nectar. Slobber, streaked with pussy cream, dripped from his 
Lashing tongue as he slapped it against her pussy time and again. The more 
Molly creamed, the more the animal drooled. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she gasped, trembling all over. She was trying to hold back 
her orgasm, loving this bestial cuntlapping so much that she wanted to make 
it last as long as possible. The goat seemed perfectly willing to tongue her 
pussy for hours. His massive prick was throbbing and his balls were swollen 
with urgency, but the animal was ignoring that end of his body as he 
satisfied his hot tongue. 

Molly jerked his head up by the beard, pulling his muzzle out of her crotch 
for a moment to give herself a chance to cool down. She drew him up to her 
tits, and the goat began to lick at her nipples and run his tongue up her 
deep cleavage. 

But she had put off her climax too long. Her cunt was beyond the point of no 
return and she was going to cum even without having the goat's tongue 
slurping at her cunthole. She pulled his head down again and the hairy beast 
resumed his eager cuntlapping. He was lapping her hairy pussy with abandon, 
feasting in that fertile glen. And if it was true that a goat will eat 
anything, it was also true that cunt was this goat's favorite snack. The 
beast was shoving his snout right up her cunthole now, in a licking frenzy, 
as if he was trying to fuck her with his muzzle. His nimble tongue was 
running up her cunt tunnel, lapping inside her hot fuck hole. 

Molly's skillful cuntmuscles sucked on the goat's tongue as it slithered up 
her fuckhole, and she worked her fiery fuckbud around against the animal's 
soaking muzzle, whimpering and panting like a steam engine as the crest of 
her orgasm approached. 

"I'm gonna fucking cream!" she gasped, not knowing if she was speaking to 
the dumb brute or to herself, or simply making a declaration to the universe 
in general. 

She clamped her thighs around the goat's iron-hard shoulders, hooking her 
heels over his spine. Her belly heaved up and down and her hips twisted from 
side to side. Her trim body corkscrewed against the animal's head, all her 
muscles tensed and every nerve was tingling. 

Her clit exploded like a detonator, setting off a second blast deep up her 
cunthole. Molly gasped at the wild thrill. Long horny waves of joy coursed 
across her belly and the spasms ran up her trembling thighs like an electric 
current. 

The goat snorted, the sound muffled in her cunt. As her cum juices flowed, 
the beast went wild, sensing the subtle difference in flavor and texture and 
heat as the girl's hot, creamy flow changed into the floodtide of her 
cumming. 

Molly was shaken and rattled by spasm after spasm, her cunt going off like a 
Gatling Gun in her multiple orgasm. The goat slapped his tongue into her 
creaming cuntslit, spraying her pussyjuice out and slurping it up with 
frenzied lust. His steady tonguing held the girl at the peak. The waves 
rushed through her faster and higher, until they were coming so rapidly that 
they had merged into one creamy crest. 

Molly cried out in ecstasy at the very height of sensation and her juices 
poured out in a deluge. She sank back onto the steps, releasing the goat's 
beard and bracing her shuddering body on her elbows. She gazed down along 
the arched plane of her body, seeing the goat's big, horned head pressed 
between her thighs. She sighed happily. The animal continued to lap hungrily 
away, his tongue slurping out the last precious drops of her cream and 
milling off the final spasms. 

Then he raised his head. His jaws were dripping with cuntjuice. His curved 
horns tossed up and down and he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof as his 
haunches rippled. He stared at Molly with his big amber eyes, and Molly 
smiled back at him. The goat had done her a favor. It was time to return it. 

 Chapter 2 

"Holy shit! What a huge prick!" Molly whispered as she gazed at the goat's 
cock and balls in awe. She had never touched an animal's cock before, never 
even thought about doing such a thing. But now she was wondering what it 
would feel like to have that massive fucktool slamming in and out of her 
cunt or her mouth. 

Oh, no! I'm not that depraved, she told herself. I can't let a damned goat 
fuck me! 

Molly had never had any inhibitions with men--she had been fucking with 
regularity since she was a teenager--but the idea of getting fucked by an 
animal was so wicked and degenerate that Molly was shocked by her dark 
desire. 

I'll jerk him off, she thought. I won't let myself get carried away, I'll 
just jack the fucker off. That will satisfy the dumb brute, and it ought to 
be fun, too. She could well imagine the thrill she would get when the goat's 
prick exploded in her stroking hand and his hot, thick fuckjuice came 
spurting from his glossy black cock knob! 

Molly slid down to the lower step, so that she was level with the goat's 
flank. His cock was vibrating like a tuning fork, his prickshaft so taut 
that she could almost have played a violin with it. His black prick knob 
flared out naked from his woolly cockshaft, his pisshole parted, and his 
balls were like over-inflated balloons at the end of his fuckrod. 

The goat humped, pushing his cockmeat out along his belly. His balls swung 
in and out. Molly squirmed closer, reaching out. She hesitated for a moment, 
then touched the head of his cock with her fingertips. She drew her hand 
back immediately, as if she'd touched a hot stove. The goat blew through his 
nostrils and twisted his head around to gaze at Molly. 

She reached down and cupped his balls. 

"Ooooh," she purred as she felt the animal's heavy cum load squish around 
inside his swollen ballsac. The animal desperately needed to get his big 
balls emptied and Molly's hand was itching to do the job, her green eyes 
glowing in anticipation of seeing his jism squirt out. 

She lifted his heavy ballsac, as if weighing the creamy contents. Then her 
hand slid up and folded around the hairy root of his cock. It jutted from 
her fist like a black-knobbed warclub. His pricksheath was silky and 
throbbing in her grip and she could feel the fat vein pulsing up the 
underside of his long cockshaft. 

Her hand pushed back, causing his cockhead to flare out. When she stroked 
back from his balls, his silken pricksheath folded up over the ledge behind 
his dark cockhead, and when she stroked back again, his swollen slab of 
cockmeat came sliding out, naked and swollen. 

She began to jack him steadily, her hand skimming lightly up and down his 
fuckrod. She fingered his cockhead with her other hand. 

II was so hot she thought her fingers might blister. Her fist slid up to his 
prick knob, then back to the root, his cock pounding in her grip. 

Molly was angled across the steps, her head and shoulders under the goat's 
belly, curled on one hip. The goat began to hump, driving his cock through 
her fist. His prick knob loomed out in front of her face and she could feel 
the heat of his cockmeat waft over her. She knew that when the goat shot his 
wad, if she stayed where she was, she was going to get a load of goat jism 
all over her tits and in her face, and the thought was exciting. She pumped 
him with long, steady strokes, loving the way his prick throbbed in her 
fist. Molly was looking forward to milking him off, but she was in no hurry 
for that creamy jizz blast, enjoying the job at a leisurely pace. As her 
right hand jacked his fuckrod, her left hand alternately fingered his 
bloated cockhead and cupped his swollen ballsac. 

The goat stepped up, planting his sturdy hooves on the second step and 
angling his hairy body upward. His haunches heaved as he humped, stabbing 
his cock through her skimming fist. His balls swung in and out like the 
clappers of a meaty bell. He was bellowing and snorting and stamping. Every 
inch of his powerful body was tense, his hard muscles rippling, and his big 
horns tossed about. 

His cock seemed to be as hard as it could get--but it was expanding with 
every stroke of her hand. The huge wedge of his cockhead was pumping in and 
out like an inhaling lung. 

A slimy drop of jizz oozed from his pisshole. 

Molly gave a little gasp when she saw that drop of frothy jism run 
sluggishly down his cockhead. The pre-cum was white and creamy, laying a 
glistening track over the slope of his dark cockmeat. Molly's mouth was 
watering. The goat's jism looked delicious and his naked black cockhead 
looked absolutely tantalizing to the horny cocksucker. 

She knew that if she didn't bring the goat off soon, she would be unable to 
resist taking his cock into her mouth. She began to pump her fist up and 
down his prickshaft faster, holding to the same rhythm, knowing that was the 
quickest way to empty his set of balls. 

"Cum, cum, cum," she panted, unwilling to suck his prick and yet drooling 
for his hot cockmeat, her conscience struggling against the smoldering 
demands of her lust. 

The goat humped faster as she increased the tempo. His stiff prick was 
hissing through her fist, the knob pushing out toward her face. Molly 
moaned, wild with desire, her face a mask of passion. Her eyes were narrowed 
and her hips were parted. Her tongue slid back and forth across her mouth 
and her tits heaved as she panted heavily. 

"Shoot, you horny fucker!" she gasped. "Cum for me! Squirt all that hot jizz 
onto my fucking tits!" 

His cockhead pulsed wildly. Molly's green eyes gleamed and her face was 
radiant with anticipation. Her hand jerked up and down, stroking him from 
cockhead to ballsac. She saw his pisshole open wide, and as her fist pushed 
back toward his balls, she felt his hard prickshaft lurch as he started to 
pump his jism out. 

She wailed with joyful expectation. 

The goat's big balls blew and his cum came rushing up his fuckrod and 
spurted in a creamy cloud from his black cockhead The first steaming dose 
skimmed over Molly's tits and shot on up into the hollow of her throat. 

Her fist slammed down again and his second squirt hosed her right in the 
face. The cum skidded over her cheek. She pumped another load out, her head 
ducking closer, and his hot jism splashed on her parted lips. Molly wailed 
with lust. Her tongue slid out and she pumped a jet of thick, foaming goat 
cum right into her mouth. 

The goat humped away, quivering all over, shooting spurt after spurt from 
his cockhead. Molly was slathered with jism. Her fat tits were coated with 
the slimy cum, her face was lathered: A creamy ribbon ran across her lower 
lip. 

"Oh, my God," she gurgled. 

Her tongue slid across her lip, gathering the jizz up. It tingled on her 
tastebuds, hot and thick and delicious. She let it trickle down her throat 
as her fist jacked another load out. The pressure was off now and the goat's 
last load didn't squirt out, but merely dripped from his pisshole and 
splashed on her belly. The thick stuff flowed down into her curly cunt bush. 
A drop pooled in her belly button, and her stiff nipples were supporting 
dangling streamers of cum. 

The goat snorted and stopped humping. Molly kept on jacking his cock to make 
sure she had pumped out every drop. The goat stepped back and his spent cock 
pulled from her hand. It bobbed up and down, his pricktip dripping. He 
sidestepped away and Molly saw his cock sway up and down, like a horizontal 
pendulum. 

His prick was no longer rock hard--but it hadn't gone soft, either. 

Molly was an expert on cocks, and as she gazed at the goat's prickmeat, she 
could tell that the horny animal had not been spent by that single cumming. 
He would be ready and able to come again in a very short time. 

Molly lay there, leaning up against the steps, her naked body slathered with 
cum from face to groin, and wondered where she should let that goat squirt 
his next load of jism. 

 Chapter 3 

The goat seemed stunned by the power of his cumming, wandering away with his 
horns bobbing up and down and his prick hanging under him in a semi-hard 
condition. He had moved out of reach of Molly, or else she might well have 
continued their session. She looked down at her cum-soaked body. Frothy jism 
ran down her cleavage and white necks of the stuff streaked her pubic hair. 
She slid her hand down through her bushy pussy tangle and into her crotch, 
rubbing the goat cum into her cunt. She purred as her fingers slid up her 
slippery fuckhole, working the jizz, into her hot flesh. She cupped her 
tits, scooping cum from the globes. She had swallowed only a drop of the 
animal's jism but it was enough to whet her appetite. Molly brought her 
slimy hands to her mouth and she began to lap the goat's cockjuice from her 
palms and fingers, licking with her tongue at first, then slipping her 
fingers into her mouth and sucking on them as if they were a cock. 

The animal's cockjuice was richer and thicker than a man's, she thought. And 
it was fucking delicious! If the goat's cum was so delicious second hand, 
just think what it would taste like if she were to suck it, Molly thought, 
all hot and foamy, right out of his big black cockhead. She drooled at the 
thought. 

Molly rubbed more of the congealing, quicksilvery jism into her belly and 
tits, then lapped some more from her hands. Her hips shifted in a little 
fucking motion as her cunt heated up more and more. Molly was wondering if 
she should blow the goat. 

Her mind was in turmoil and divided. She yearned for a mouthful of his hot 
animal cock and a bellyful of his jism, and yet she knew it was a wicked and 
sordid thing to do, and having come to the isolated cabin in order to get 
away from a life of promiscuity and lust, the idea of sucking off an animal 
seemed to completely and honestly defeat her purpose. She'd sucked and 
fucked with countless men, but the idea of blowing an animal caused her to 
blush with embarrassment and shame. 

I've already swallowed his jism, she reasoned, with the taste lingering on 
her tongue, and her lips still sticky from the stuff. Would it be any more 
wicked to suck on his cock than it was to lap the fucking cum up from her 
tits and hands? Well, maybe not. But still, one thing leads to another and 
if she sucked the fucker off, she might wind up fucking him next. She might 
end this holiday more degenerate than she started it. 

Despite her hunger for his cock, Molly summoned up all of her willpower and 
decided to forego the tantalizing mouthful. If the goat had been in reach, 
she probably could not have resisted the urge, she knew. But the animal had 
wandered back to the yard and was munching at the long grass again, his 
beard flowing as his head turned. 

Molly finger fucked her mouth with one hand and began to play with her 
creamy pussy with the other. She had to get her rocks off again. Her cunt 
was burning hot and her clit felt like a stick of dynamite. She switched 
hands, sucking her own cuntjuice from one and lathering her pussy with 
saliva with the other. 

Then she remembered the dildo. 

If she gave her cunt a good long fucking with the big rubber prick, she 
figured she would be satisfied and that she would no longer find her mouth 
watering for the animal's prick. She could save herself from the naughty 
desire by the substitution. She gave her cunt a last loving rub, then got up 
and went up the steps. The goat raised his head and watched her heart-shaped 
ass swing, and who knows what goatish thoughts and expectations passed 
through the creature's mind? 

Molly went into the cabin, her pussy squishing with every stride, burning 
like a hot ember between her legs. She bent over her suitcase and brought 
the dildo out. She grinned, remembering how the clerk in the sex shop had 
looked at her when she brought it up to the counter to pay for it. She knew 
he'd been wondering why a woman as beautiful as she would need a rubber 
cock, and maybe speculating on whether she was a lesbian. If the shop had 
been empty, Molly would have sucked the clerk off behind the counter, just 
to show him her sexual preferences. 

The dildo was long and thick and realistically formed, with a huge 
mushroom-shaped knob and thick veins seaming the underside of the hard 
rubber shaft. From the base of the tubular rod, a leather harness dangled 
down. Molly, cock lover that she was, had never made it with a woman, but 
she knew what the harness was for, of course. It was so that a woman could 
strap it on her loins and fuck another woman with the rubber cock. It was 
not one of the vibrators that many modern girls used on themselves, in 
solitude, but an old-fashioned and proper lesbian's dildo. 

But Molly had not chosen it because of the harness, nor with any intention 
of fucking a woman or letting a woman fuck her with it. She had selected it 
for a simple reason and one that was in accord with ha nature--it was the 
biggest rubber prick in the shop. 

The clerk had probably jacked off a few times, imagining Molly pumping that 
rubber Prick into some other sexy girl, but that was the furthest thought 
from Molly's mind. At the moment, at least. But Molly had never met a 
lesbian, at least not that she knew of, and Molly was the sort of girl who 
could be easily persuaded to try a new thing, just as she had with the goat. 
Her imaginative mind was as horny as her hot cunt, and what chance did her 
inhibitions have against that combination? 

Standing beside the bed, she stroked the rubber cock with her hand, holding 
it up to her tits with the leather harness dangling down and slapping 
against her belly. Pussyjuice streamed down the smooth flesh of her inner 
thighs. She dipped the head of the dildo into her cunt for a moment, 
stirring it around. Then she brought it up to her mouth and began to lick 
her own cuntjuice from the firm rubbery knob. 

Cuntjuice was awfully tasty, she thought. Molly guessed that she could 
understand why some girls preferred sucking pussy to prick and the soft body 
of a girl to the hard form of a man. 

She stepped in front of the full-length mirror. Watching her reflection, she 
pushed the big wedge of the cock knob into her mouth and sucked on it with 
moist slurping sounds. The sounds and the sight turned her on. Molly always 
liked to see what she was doing. And as her hot mouth heated the rubber 
prick, she found that it was just like having a real cock in her mouth, if 
only the fuckstick could cum. 

If only it could pump out a mouthful of hot, thick jism, the way a man 
did--or a goat, come to think of it! 

Her lips turned outward around the shaft as she nursed on the fat prickhead. 
Her nimble tongue slid around on the big cock. When she drew the dildo from 
her mouth, it was slathered with her saliva. She lowered it and dipped at 
the knees, slowly feeding it up her fuckhole. She tilted her belly up so her 
stuffed cunt was reflected in the mirror and watched as she pushed the big 
rubber cock in and out. Her pussy cream poured down the hard shaft and her 
cuntlips sucked on it as her lips had. Her ass and hips squirmed in a 
fucking motion as she pumped the cock in and out. Then she pulled it from 
her cunt, slipping it into her mouth again, sucking upon the soaking 
fuckstick, her tongue sparkling with the tantalizing flavor of her own hot 
pussyjuice. 

Molly had always liked to suck on a man's prick right after he had fucked 
her cunt, when his cockmeat was dripping with her cuntjuice. She wondered 
how it would feel to suck a prick that had just come out of some other 
girl's soaking cunt. 

Standing with her legs widespread before the mirror, she alternately fucked 
up her cunthole and into her mouth. The rubber cock slipped up her pussy, 
wet with her spit, then into her mouth, soaking with the juices of her cunt. 

Molly didn't know which was hotter at that moment, her cunt or her mouth. 
Her clit was throbbing, but so was her tongue. 

"Ummm," she purred as her lips pulled on the dripping dildo, slurping her 
cuntjuice from the hard knob. 

"Ahhhh," she sighed as she fed it up her cunthole. 

Her fuckhole squished juicily as she stuffed it full of prick and her 
cuntmuscles clamped around the sliding rubber cock in a series of throbbing 
rings running up the shaft. The dildo was huge and she shoved all of it up 
her fuckhole, feeling the fat cockhead push deep into her pussy. With all of 
it buried, she switched her hips, rolling her well-packed cunthole around on 
the thick rubber cuntstuffer. 

The leather straps of the harness flicked around her legs and frothy 
cuntjuice poured out from around the buried fuckrod. 

Molly wondered what it would look like if she strapped the dildo on. 
Grinning saucily, she pulled it slowly out of her fuckhole and reversed it, 
strapping the harness around her hips. The big rubber cock loomed up so high 
that the knob was almost level with her tits. She made a fucking movement, 
watching the fat cock thrust up. The tip pushed into the lower curve of her 
cleavage. It was quite a sight, she thought, her soft body, with its big 
tits, equipped with a cock, the sexy harness framing a woman's loins yet 
supporting a man's fucktool. Just think how a lesbian would pant at such a 
vision. Hell, Molly was panting, herself. Maybe dykes didn't have such a bad 
idea, at that. 

By ducking her head down, she was able to lap at the knob of the rubber cock 
just as if she were a man giving himself a blowjob. It made her wish that 
she were nimble enough to go down on herself, to suck her own cunt. That way 
she could pleasure her cunt and her mouth at the same time, without 
involving lesbianism, she figured. But she couldn't manage it. She knew, 
because she had tried, and her questing tongue had not reached any farther 
than her curly blonde cuntmound, falling a couple of frustrating inches 
short of her burning fuck button. 

No, if she was ever going to find out what it was like to suck a cunt, it 
would have to be some other girl's cunt. And it didn't seem such a bad idea. 

But there was no other girl there at the moment, and Molly still had to get 
her rocks off. She made a few more simulated fucking thrusts, then 
unstrapped the dildo and moved to the bed. She lay on her back with her 
knees lifted and her legs apart and slowly fed the rubber cock all the way 
up her cunthole. 

Heaving, her ass hiked up, she fucked in and out of her steaming pussy with 
slow, steady strokes, angling the fuckstick so that every inch ran across 
her clit. She could have easily climaxed at any moment, almost at any given 
stroke, but Molly loved variety in all respects and enjoyed changing 
positions in the middle of a fuck. 

She pulled the dildo out of her fuckhole, then turned over onto her hands 
and knees. Reaching behind her ass, she shoved the fat prick up her cunt 
from the back and fucked herself doggystyle, or, she supposed, goat style, 
as well. 

Her ass heaved back as she shoveled the cock in. Her fat tits jiggled under 
her kneeling, humping body. She slid the dildo out and nudged the tip into 
her asshole. Panting with passion, she began to inch the fat fuckrod up her 
shit chute. She fed about a third of it into her bowels and fucked her ass 
with gentle strokes. Then totally abandoned to lust, Molly drew it out and 
she sucked on the soiled fuck rod again, tasting the tangy flavor of her 
asshole along with the rich sauce of her cunthole. 

Molly couldn't wait any longer. Her cunt was ready to climax whether she 
neglected it or not, and she always liked a full cunt when she came. She 
rose up and fed the dildo into her pussy from the front, as if she were 
kneeling face to face with a man. The long rubber fuck rod slipped into her 
pussy and she began to cream on the first stroke. The thrill rushed across 
her belly and crashed into the depths of her fuckhole. She shuddered and 
moaned softly. The first wave passed and the second came crashing into her 
cunt an instant later. Wave followed wave, each one higher than the one 
before. Her pussy was melting around the stiff joystick like a wax candle 
around a flaming wick. 

Molly threw her head back, her tawny hair cascading as she switched her 
frenzied face from side to side. Her tits heaved up as she panted. A low 
gurgle of bliss escaped her lips. 

She slammed the fuckstick in, running it over her fuck bud and her whole 
lush body vibrated as her cunt went off again. The juice was flooding from 
her, soaking her thighs and splashing onto the bed. She cried out in a 
torment of ecstasy as the highest wave rushed through her. Then she sank 
down, gasping and trembling, with the rubber cock still stuck up her cunt. 

Yeah, a girl could get a real good fucking from a dildo, Molly was thinking. 
Yet something was lacking. After a moment, she realized what it was. Her 
cunt was not full of jism. She had creamed as nicely as she would have on a 
real prick, but she missed the thrill of feeling hot cum squirt up her 
fuckhole. 

Naturally, Molly remembered how much thick fuckjuice had spurted out of the 
goat's big cock when she jacked it off. 

Her good intentions had gone for naught. The dildo had not been a 
satisfactory substitute. Molly smiled hornily at herself. 

She just had to suck that fucking goat's cock. 

 Chapter 4 

Molly plucked the fat fuckstick out of her pussy. Cuntjuice poured from her 
vacated fuckhole. She slipped the dildo into her mouth and sucked it clean, 
polishing the knob to a luster and making her tongue tingle. Her pussy had 
been taken care of, for the moment, but her mouth was as hot as ever. 

And she knew just where to get the mouthful that she needed. The fact that 
it was So depraved, so perverted, only added to the thrill of her 
anticipation. She tossed the saliva soaked rubber cock onto the bed and 
moved over to the door. 

Molly had not tethered the goat again, but the animal had not wandered off. 
It was munching away in the front yard, and its huge prick was hanging down 
under it, impressive even though it was only semi-hard. Its balls had 
collapsed when she had emptied them by hand, but they were already starting 
to fill up with a new load. 

Molly felt dizzy with the dark desire to swallow that load! Her legs 
trembled under her as she stood in the doorway and the hot aroma of her 
creamy cunt drifted across the yard. 

The goat raised his horned head and his nostrils flared, and his prick began 
to rise in a series of jerks. The dark meat of his naked cockhead came 
pushing out from its hairy pricksheath and his fuckrod rose up, extending 
almost beyond the goat's chest. He turned toward the cabin and his yellow 
eyes glowed when he saw the naked woman standing in the doorway. He was only 
a dumb animal, but he wasn't that dumb. He knew how delicious her cunt 
tasted and how wonderful it felt when her human hand stroked his prick and 
emptied his jism. He didn't, of course, know that there were other, and even 
more exciting ways that human women could empty cocks and balls. But the 
goat was sure going to find out. 

How should she call the goat? Molly wondered. Should she whistle, like with 
a dog, or sooo-ee, like with a pig? But it was a moot point because the goat 
started to walk toward her. His sturdy legs were bowed out around his 
throbbing cock, sharp hooves digging at the ground. Molly waited in the 
doorway and the goat came right up the steps. He pushed his muzzle into her 
juicy cunt, obviously thinking that it was going to be another session of 
cuntlapping, followed by a handjob. 

Molly let the beast tongue her pussy for a few minutes. As her pussyjuice 
flowed and her fuck button sparked, her mouth began to salivate and her 
tongue to tingle, as if there was some secret connection between her mouth 
and her fuckhole. 

She felt an actual, physical hunger for the animal's prick and cum, a deep 
yearning for a mouthful of his delicious-looking cockmeat followed by a 
bellyful of his succulent jism. 

She grasped him by the horns and pulled his bearded muzzle out of her 
dripping cunt. 

"I'll bet you've never had a blowjob," she said, getting a kick out of 
saying the words to the animal. She had used those same words recently, on a 
teenaged boy she had seduced, causing the kid to gulp and moan, before 
taking his virginity in her mouth, then fucking him. But to speak that way 
to a dumb animal filled her with lust. 

"Shall I suck you off, Billy?" she purred. 

The goat obviously didn't understand her words, but something in the tone of 
her voice caused the beast to tremble in the loins and his cock jolted out, 
the knob flaring. 

"Hummm? Shall I milk your prick in my mouth and drink all of your thick 
fuckjuice?" she whimpered, driving herself wild by her own erotic words. 

The goat was struggling to get his muzzle back into her crotch, probably 
thinking that he had to lap her off before she returned the favor of a 
cumming. His head bobbed up and down. Molly knelt down beside him, placing 
an open hand on his hairy flank. She could feel the powerful muscles ripple 
in his haunches, and his whole shaggy body was vibrant. 

Her hand slid under him and cupped his balls . 

The goat stiffened, sensing that the routine was going to be different this 
time. She fondled his ballsac, feeling his hard balls jiggle inside the 
hairy sac. She stroked up and down his fuckrod and fingered the sensitive 
underside of his cockhead, where the throbbing vein spread out into a delta 
under his black quivering prick knob. 

I hope that fucking cock tastes as good as it feels, she thought, gazing at 
his prick. Molly was truly amazed by her own desire. Holy shit! I'm really 
gonna do it! she thought. I'm going to suck off a fucking goat! I'm gonna 
drink his fuckjuice! Jesus, I must be the most depraved girl in the whole 
fucking world! And I'm too fucking hungry to give a damn! I'm starving for 
his cockmeat! 

Molly took his cock in both hands and she jacked his cockshaft up and down, 
making his prickmeat as hot and as hard as possible. The goat humped, 
fucking through her hands, thinking that he was going to get jacked off 
again. But then her hands pushed back to the root of his cock. She held his 
bloated balls in one hand and folded the other around his prickshaft, 
drawing his cocksheath back away from his flaring black prickhead. His cock 
knob swelled up like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike and his 
pisshole gaped open, giving promise of the sweet load that would soon be 
spurting from it. 

Molly pushed her face up close to the brute's cockhead. Her eyes crossed as 
she stared at the bulging slab of prickmeat and her pink tongue slid across 
her lips. 

She paused, not with any last moment hesitation or doubt, but so that she 
could savor the anticipation, like a gourmet gazing at a succulent banquet, 
salivating with expectation. 

Her tongue pushed out and licked at the tip of the goat's prick. The beast 
lurched and trembled at the unfamiliar sensation, then humped, pushing his 
cockhead against her tongue. 

I'm licking his cock, Molly thought, and it's fucking terrific. Her hot 
tongue swelled up, inspired by the musky flavor of goat meat. She laved all 
over his swollen cock knob, her slobber glistening in milky tracks on the 
dark, throbbing prickmeat. She lapped at the underside of his great meaty 
cockhead, then pushed the tip of her tongue right up inside his pisshole, as 
if she was trying to lap up his jism from the inside. 

Then she kissed the tip of his prick knob and let her lips part slowly, 
feeding his burning-hot cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she 
sucked on the throbbing mouthful and her green eyes opened wide, as if in 
surprise. The goat's cock was delicious, muskier and richer than a man's. 
The texture was rubbery, but firm. His cockhead ballooned, pressing into her 
cheeks. Her tongue bathed the underside as her lips pulled hungrily on the 
savory wedge of naked cockmeat. 

The goat humped, shoving his prick deeper into her mouth. His cockhead 
jammed at the entrance to her throat and his hairy cockshaft was collared by 
her compressed lips. 

He's fucking me in the mouth! the frenzied cocksucker thought, loving the 
idea as much as the act. 

The goat drove his prick in, tilting her head back as the tip hit the back 
of her mouth. He pulled out, then fucked his cock into her again, and Molly 
sucked every inch of his naked cockhead and hairy prickshaft. 

"Unghhh," she gagged as his cock knob clogged her throat and tipped her head 
back on his thrust. 

"Ummm," she purred as he drew back and his naked cockhead skimmed over her 
tongue and slid between her sucking lips. 

The goat was fucking balls-deep into her mouth. His balls brushed against 
her chin as he buried his cock. Molly had shifted her hands away from his 
cock and balls so that all of his prickshaft was free to feed her mouth. She 
had intended only to suck on his naked cockhead while she jacked him off 
with her fist, but now she saw that that was not necessary, that she could 
do the job with only her mouth, needing no manual assistance. Her lips 
sucked and her cheeks pulled and her tongue flashed. The goat's long prick 
slid over her arched tongue and nudged into her throat, filling her mouth to 
the brim with his throbbing prickmeat. 

The animal's head tossed up and down, his big horns sweeping in an arc. A 
look of confusion had come into his golden eyes. The goat didn't know what 
on earth was happening to him. He had fucked plenty of nanny goats in his 
day and he knew damned well what it felt like to have his prickmeat stuck up 
a cunt, but the woman's mouth felt exactly the same way. it was puzzling to 
the dumb brute, but he wasn't about to stop. 

His sharp hooves scrambled on the wooden porch floor as his hindquarters 
drove his prick into her mouth relentlessly. His hot cockmeat hissed as it 
ran through her lips and over her tongue. His hairy fuckrod pulled out, 
matted with her slobber, so taut that it was pulsating. 

A dribble of creamy pre-cum oozed from his pisshole and trickled onto her 
tongue. 

"Ooooh," she sighed when she felt that hot glob of delicious jism run over 
her tastebuds. Molly had thought that she was as hungry as it was possible 
to be, but that tasty nugget of goat cum made her even more ravenous for his 
heavy climax. 

Molly began to suck harder, bobbing her head up and down in counterpoint to 
the goat's thrusts. As he fed his prick into her, she pushed her mouth down 
to meet him, and as he withdrew, she twisted her lips around, winding them 
over his cockshaft and then sucking on his naked prickhead for an instant, 
before he fucked it in again. 

More jizz oozed out as his climax approached. Her mouth was full of the 
sweet stuff, and he hadn't even cum yet. Slime ran through her teeth and 
pooled in her cheeks. Her tongue was floating in it, like a soft log in a 
swamp. She let his cockhead slide right down into her throat, gagging and 
gasping. She grasped his balls again, squeezing, as if she wanted to pump 
his jism out by the pressure. His balls blew in her hand. 

Molly whimpered when she felt his prick explode and felt the thick jizz come 
rushing up his cockshaft. Then his hot jism was hosing her throat with a 
creamy jet. A spurt hit the root of her tongue and skimmed down her throat. 
A hot jet slid onto her cheek and another sprayed the roof of her mouth. 
Wild with cum hunger, Molly sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. She 
was drinking his cum as fast as she could, her throat pulsing as she gulped 
it down, but his load was so huge that she couldn't swallow it all. Ribbons 
of steaming goat jism poured from her compressed lips and dribbled down her 
trembling chin. 

She purred like a cat at a cream bowl. His cum had been yummy when she drank 
it from her hands, but gulping it right out of his throbbing cockhead was 
even more succulent. Thick and hot and frothy, the jism poured from his knob 
in a slimy rope. His balls seemed bottomless. No sooner had she thought that 
she had drained him than he plunged in and shot yet another steaming dose 
into her mouth. 

Her head bobbed furiously up and down as she slammed her lips far down his 
prickshaft, milking him greedily. The beast humped with savage intent, 
plunging into her mouth and squirting more fuckjuice out. His swinging balls 
slapped against her chin as she mouthed him to the hilt. 

At last he was drained. 

The final flow of his fuckjuice came out in a mere trickle, dribbling onto 
her arched tongue. The animal stopped humping, standing stiff legged, his 
head lowered. 

Molly continued to suck for a few moments, to make sure that she had milked 
out every last drop of his cockjuice. Then she drew her lips away. His 
cockhead popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle. Holding him by his 
prickshaft, she used her tongue to lap up the stray nuggets of jism that had 
escaped her lips and run down his fuckrod. She licked it up from her frothy 
lips. Then she threw her head back and let the last delicious drops slowly 
slide down her throat. 

The goat sidestepped away. His balls had shrunk and his big prick was 
starting to droop. He shook his head as if he'd been trapped, beard swinging 
and horns tossing. 

Molly lay on her back, a happy smile turning up the corners of her 
cum-drenched lips. She had thought that maybe she would feel some regrets, 
after it was over, but she didn't. She had enjoyed sucking the goat off far 
too much to feel any remorse over the depravity of it. 

Molly knew damned well she would be sucking him off again. 

Her cocksucker's mouth was satiated for the moment, however. She didn't 
think she could drink another drop. 

But now naughty Molly's cunt was hot again. 

 Chapter 5 

Molly just had to have a cuntful of cock and no doubt about it. Now that her 
mouth had been so well fucked, she was more aware than ever of the void in 
her fuckhole. The goat had lost his erection but she felt quite sure that 
she would be able to suck his cock back up again, with a little 
concentration. However, she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to get fucked 
by an animal. Sucking him off had been wicked enough, and she was hesitant 
about letting him fuck her. If the goat had still had a hardon, Molly might 
have thought differently about it, but as it was, her mind turned to 
thoughts of men. 

When she had driven through the small village on the way to the cabin, Molly 
had noticed a couple bars. At the time she hadn't planned on visiting them 
because she had really been serious about spending a celibate month with no 
lover except her rubber prick. Now the situation had changed. She felt as if 
her cunt was going to suddenly ignite, bursting into flames, if she didn't 
get it well fucked soon. 

Molly smiled hornily. It couldn't be helped--and some local guy was going to 
soon be thanking his lucky stars. Molly wasn't in any doubt as to her 
ability to pick up a man--or men. 

She went into the cabin and showered in the tiny stall to remove the scent 
of the goat from her body, although she didn't brush her teeth, loving the 
way the taste of the creature's cockmeat and fuckjuice lingered on her 
tongue. She dressed to effect, wearing a tight fitting green dress the same 
color as her eyes, with a black garterbelt and dark silk stockings, 
high-heeled shoes, and nothing else. 

Inspecting herself in the full-length mirror, she was satisfied. Her stiff 
nipples poked out against the material visibly and the dress was molded to 
the shape of her sexy ass. She shifted about, experimenting, checking out 
the easiest way to let the hem of her dress ride up and display a section of 
sleek thigh--to begin with. 

She brushed her hair and put on light makeup--she didn't need much--and went 
out to her car. The goat watched her go, and she winked at the dumb brute. 
She wondered if he would be jealous if he knew where she was going, and what 
she was looking for. But she guessed that animals didn't feel jealousy, and 
saw that was one of the big advantages of fucking and sucking with the dumb 
beasts. That and the fact that, being unable to talk, they couldn't ruin a 
girl's reputation by blabbing. If she fucked the goat, only the fucking goat 
would know about it. 

Her cunt steamed and squished on the car seat as she drove over the narrow 
country roads toward the village. Molly wished that she had brought the 
dildo along. She could have stuffed it up her pussy and enjoyed the bumpy 
roads bouncing her about. The next time she came into town she would have to 
remember that, she promised herself. She was feeling so fucking horny that 
she was almost tempted to pull over to the side of the road and give her 
cunt a fingerfucking. But she hoped that very soon she would have something 
a lot better than her own fingers stuck up her fuckhole, and so she resisted 
the urge and drove on, hotter by the minute. 

The village was small, consisting mainly of one main street, through which 
the road passed. There were two bars there, both on the same side of the 
street, with a general store and a feed store between them. Molly parked the 
car and got out by the first bar, which was called the Old Oak. She looked 
in through the plate-glass window and frowned, disappointed. The bar was 
devoid of customers and the bartender was a woman. That was no good to 
Molly. She hoped that the town wasn't dead during the afternoon, that she 
wouldn't have to hang around for hours before she got a proposition. Shit! 
What if the fucking hick town was dead at night, too? What an awful thought. 
Having gotten herself all worked up for prick, Molly couldn't bear the 
thought of not finding some soon. She walked on past the Old Oak and the two 
stores, then came to the second of the local bars. 

The Log Inn was obviously no more than a lower-class beer joint, she could 
tell, but she could hear jukebox music coming out. The front window was 
small and so grimy that she couldn't see through it. She figured that she 
was going to be disappointed again. But since she was there, she thought 
that she might as well stop for a drink. Molly went into the Log Inn. 

And just inside the doorway she paused, with a radiant smile lighting her 
lovely face. Molly had struck pay dirt. 

Six men were standing at the bar. They were all big and brawny types, 
wearing flannel shirts and denim pants, with a scattering of tattoos and a 
couple beards included. They all turned to look at who had come in, blinked, 
and gaped. 

Molly was pleased by the impression that she had made. She lingered there 
for a moment, basking in their admiring stares. She knew what they were 
thinking--was she coming in or not? Had she wandered in by mistake, and 
realizing the place was a dump, would walk out again, or would she stay? She 
teased them by lingering just inside the door. They all held mugs of beer in 
their big hands but not a single one of the half dozen raised his glass to 
drink. They seemed stunned by this unexpected newcomer. 

Molly walked up to the bar, swinging her heart-shaped ass provocatively, her 
hips swishing like a pendulum. The bartender, a tall guy with a hook nose, 
hastened down to serve her. His eyes were bulging out like two hard-boiled 
eggs as he peered at her cleavage. 

Molly started to order a cocktail. Then she changed her mind. When in Rome, 
she thought, and she asked for a beer. The interested customers all nodded 
approvingly. Molly seldom drank beer and didn't much care for it, but it 
wasn't a drink in which she was interested at the moment, at least not a 
drink from a glass. 

She was always interested in a drink from a stick. Molly settled onto a bar 
stool and crossed her legs, making sure that her dress rode up nearly to her 
crotch. The bartender slid a foaming mug across the counter. "On the house," 
he rasped. "Why, thank you," she said. 

"Shit! Ain't often we get a gal like you in this joint, lady," he said. "In 
fact, I can't say as we ever had one like you. You just drink all you want 
and let us look at you." 

This was going to be even easier than Molly had hoped. She said, "I mustn't 
drink too much, though." She smiled sweetly. "If I drink more than one beer, 
I get horny." 

Seven men groaned. Molly looked around and was delighted to see that the 
fronts of six denim pants had already started to bulge promisingly. She 
couldn't see the bartender's groin, but from the way he was panting, she 
guessed that he was getting a hard-on, too. 

The bartender hurriedly slid another beer across to Molly, and as an 
afterthought, poured her a slug of whiskey. 

"Oh, dear, if I drink two beers and a whiskey, I'll lose all my 
inhibitions," Molly protested, smiling and giving the barman a wink. "I'm 
afraid I'd just have to get laid." 

"Holy fucking shit!" he gasped. 

The six beer drinkers had gathered in a semi circle around Molly, as if 
drawn into orbit around a heavenly body. 

Molly toyed with the shot of whiskey, turning the glass on the counter as if 
she couldn't decide whether or not to risk her chastity by drinking it. The 
men waited with bated breath. 

Molly raised the glass and she gulped it down. 

"Oh, my! I think I'm a little drunk already," she said. 

"You really serious, lady?" the bartender asked. "I mean, you ain't some 
kind of cockteaser, are you?" 

Molly didn't reply. Instead, she recrossed her legs, and this time she let 
her dress ride high enough so that they could see that she wore no panties 
and that her cunt was creamy. She could hear the stretch of tortured denim 
as seven cocks tried to bust free. 

"Yes, I'm definitely drunk--and horny," she said with a sigh. She looked 
from man to man. Her gaze slid down to their swollen groins, giving each an 
appraising look in turn. 

A broad-shouldered guy with a red face and a black beard cleared his throat, 
his Adam's apple pumping up and down, and said, "If you want one of us to 
fuck you, ma'am, just say the word." 

"Ummmm, but how could I choose between all you handsome guys?" 

They all tried to look more handsome than the rest, glancing at one another, 
checking for handsomeness that they had never noticed before. Each figured 
the others were sort of ugly. 

"I guess it depends on who has the biggest prick," Molly said, giving them a 
bewitching look. 

"How you gonna tell?" the bearded guy asked. They were squirming. But they 
all had more confidence in their cocks than in their handsomeness, and every 
cock was pounding away like a jackhammer, every set of bails swollen like a 
balloon. 

"Why don't you take 'em out and show me?" Molly suggested. 

They gaped at her, wondering if she was serious, suffering a mortal fear of 
cockteasers. Molly squirmed on the seat and they could hear her hot pussy 
squish juicily. The bearded guy made the first move, whipping his zipper 
down and hauling his cock and balls out. He had a whopper, big and fat and 
hard as a crowbar. 

"Ummm, nice," Molly purred. 

Then they were all producing their pricks, and every one of them had a big 
prickshaft. They stood in a circle around her, their hips thrust forward, 
their cocks jutting out. Molly felt faint; surrounded by so much sweet 
prickmeat. It was sort of like being the target of a firing squad, she 
thought, every weapon aimed at her cunt. 

"Don't forget me, lady," the bartender cried. 

Molly turned and saw that his cock was the longest of all and that, freed 
from his pants, his swollen red prick knob was sticking up above the level 
of the counter. She sighed and shook her head. "I can't decide," she said. 
They groaned. 

Then her face brightened. "I know!" she said, with enthusiasm. "Why don't 
you all fuck me!" 

And that was a suggestion that satisfied the men, and caused Molly to tingle 
with joyful expectations. 

The bartender came around from behind the counter, his cock jutting out 
before him like the prow of a ship. He took Molly by the hand. Molly grinned 
and took him by the prick. She felt his massive fuck rod throb. "C'mon in 
the back room," he croaked. 

"How come you go first?" someone demanded. 

"Cause it's my fucking back room, is why," he snarled. That made sense and 
they nodded. He dragged Molly off the stool and hauled her toward the back 
of the room. She was still holding him by the cock and her ass swung 
tantalizingly as the others stared after her, unable to believe that this 
was really happening. None of the group had ever fucked a woman nearly as 
lovely as Molly. And they didn't even know her name. It just had to be a 
fucking dream, they were thinking. But it was gonna be a wet fucking dream! 

The back room was small and fairly dark, and the only thing on which to get 
laid was a stack of beer crates. That suited Molly, who loved variety and 
had never been fucked on a beer crate before. She had been gangbanged 
before, to tell the truth, but never by seven guys. She pulled her green 
dress off immediately and stood, posing, one hip shot out, so that the 
bartender could get a good look at what she had to offer. 

He dropped his pants and kicked them off. He was in too much of a hurry to 
take his shirt off, but Molly didn't mind. She liked the eager enthusiasm he 
was showing. She ran her hand up and down his formidable cock, massaging the 
hard prick meat and groping his bloated balls. He pushed his belly out, 
sticking his prick toward her. Molly wanted to get fucked, not give head, 
but she leaned down and gave the swollen crown of his cock a suck, just for 
the hell of it, wanting him to know that she was a talented girl. Her lips 
pulled lovingly on his cockhead and he groaned. He had a tasty prick and she 
figured she would have to come back and blow him sometime. But now it was 
time for a cuntful. 

Giving his knob a last slurp, she drew away and sat back on the beer crates, 
her ass perched on the edge of the stack and her long, shapely legs extended 
to the floor, thighs apart. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck my cunt." 

He sank down onto his knees, between her legs. Molly arched her back, 
tilting her cunt up. The bartender folded his fist around the root of his 
cock and guided his angry red prick knob into her creamy cuntslit. He moved 
it up and down, using it like a spoon to stir her frothy bowl. Her cuntlips 
sucked on his swollen prickmeat, dragging his cock knob deeper. His 
prickhead slipped in. He grasped her by the hips with both hands and braced 
his knees. Molly arched to meet him, and the lusty local shoved every inch 
of his big prick up her fuckhole with the first long, underslung stroke. 

"Ahhhh," she sighed, her eyelashes fluttering. 

She placed her hands on his shoulders, her belly squirming. The bartender 
held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the sensation of having 
every single inch of his hot, hard cock buried in her wet pussy and letting 
her enjoy the thrill of having her smoldering cunthole stuffed to the brim 
with throbbing cockmeat. 

Molly shot her hips out from side to side, grinding her cunt around on his 
buried cock. Then he began to fuck her with long, slow, rippling strokes, 
drawing out until only the head of his prick was in her pussy, then sliding 
it in balls-deep again. 

"Ohhh, that feels so good," she purred. 

Her face switched from side to side, tawny hair flowing, long eyelashes 
fluttering sensually. She moaned softly each time he punched his prick into 
her fuckhole. His cock came out dripping with cuntjuice, then slid back in. 
He hiked up to a higher angle so that every inch of his fuckrod was running 
over her fuck button as it went in and out. 

His cum-filled balls slapped against her thrusting ass as he fed her his 
meat and her cuntmuscles were rippling on his prick, tightening and running 
up his cockshaft as if she were jerking him off inside her cunthole. The wet 
walls of her pliable pussy molded themselves around the contours of his 
massive cock, clinging to every inch. 

Molly threw her legs up and clamped her sleek thighs around his heaving 
haunches. Her heels drummed on his churning ass. Then she threw her legs 
wide apart again, pumping against him, slamming her cunt down to meet his 
plunging prick and twisting her hips around as he withdrew. Her fuckhole was 
winding around on his retreating cockmeat like a juicy nut on a steel bolt. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpered, urging him on. 

Normally, Molly liked a long, slow fucking, but with six other cocks waiting 
for her pussy, she saw no reason to linger over the first one. She began to 
pump her loins faster and the lust-maddened man matched her tempo, starting 
to fuck into her violently. The beer crates rattled under her ass and his 
powerful strokes were shaking her bones. 

He grunted and groaned as he fucked his horny cock to her white-hot pussy. 
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his eyes were glazed with pure 
passion. His cock fucked up her fuckhole, driving to the depths. His swollen 
cock knob drove into the neck of her womb. It felt like a lump of molten 
iron buried in her cunt and his thick cockshaft was like a lever, prying and 
wedging into her smoldering fuckhole. 

Her thighs closed and opened. Her feet scissored, bicycling in the air 
behind his ass. She bowed, then arched again. His big fucker was pumping the 
cuntjuice out of her. The thick, frothy cream trickled down into the crack 
of her ass and dripped onto the beer crates. Her cunt was soaking wet, and 
yet her cuntmuscles were so pliable that she was gripping his prick as if in 
a velvet vise. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh, ummm," she whimpered. "Oh! I love it!" 

She jabbed her belly down, taking his prick in to the hilt and squirming on 
that lovely cuntful. He was fucking into her so fast now that his ass was a 
blur. He dipped down and slammed in from below, then hiked up and slid his 
cock in across her fiery clit. 

"Cum," Molly moaned. "Shoot in my cunt, squirt it up my fuckhole! Oh, shit! 
Pour your fuckjuice into me. I wanna feel your hot, thick jism flood my 
cunt!" 

He groaned and slammed in with wild abandon as the thrill began to swirl in 
his loins. Molly had started to climax, the waves of bliss rushing through 
her pussy. She tried to hold back, to time her cumming with his, wanting to 
feel his steaming cum spurt up her cunt as she creamed. 

"Shoot, give it to me!" she cried, crazed with desire for his cum as her own 
hot juices flowed . 

"Yeah, yeah!" he gasped. "Here it fucking comes! Take it, you whore!" 

Molly wailed with joy. She felt his prick explode, and a split second later, 
his jism was rushing into her fuckhole in a slimy torrent. Molly jerked and 
moaned and her own climax peaked, the creamy crest melting her cunt around 
his rampant fuckstick. 

Her pussy gushed with cumjuice, the cunt cream seeping out and merging with 
the bartender's jism, filling her fuckhole and overflowing down her thighs 
and onto his balls. 

He turned her pelvis by the handles of her hipbones as he fucked in again 
and again, squirting another steaming wad of cum up her cunthole with every 
plunging thrust. 

"Pour it up me!" she cried. "Fill my fucking cunt with your fuckjuice, flood 
me with your jizz!" 

Gasping, he fed her the last load. Then he slowed, his rhythm faltering and 
his ballsac drained. Molly continued to pump her pussy up and down on his 
cock as she worked off the last spasms of her orgasm and milked out the last 
drops of her juice on his spent prick. 

Then she, too, slowed down, a contented smile on her face and a glowing look 
of ecstasy in her green eyes. The bartender held his prickmeat jammed up her 
for a few moments as it began to diminish. Then with a sigh, he pulled his 
fucker out. His cock popped free and their juices gushed out, lathering her 
crotch with a milky flood. 

Molly was a neat girl. She leaned down, sucked his cock into her mouth and 
slurped all the cum and cuntjuice from it as his big hunk of cockmeat jerked 
and softened in her lips. Then she leaned back again, ready for the next 
guy. The bartender stood up, his legs shaky. 

"I'm sorry I called you a whore, there," he apologized. "I guess I got 
carried away, lady." 

"That's okay. I am a whore," she said, smiling. "I just did it for two beers 
and a whiskey." He looked at her with awe. 

"You really gonna fuck all the rest of 'em?" he asked. 

"Sure," she said. 

The bartender felt a twinge of jealousy. But he shrugged in resignation, 
pleased that he had been the first. 

"Which one shall I send in next?" he asked. 

Molly considered for a moment, then grinned impishly. 

"Send 'em all in at once," said insatiable Molly Parker. 

 Chapter 6 

In the bar, the six horny customers had helped themselves to free beer, 
figuring that the bartender owed them a round, at least, since he- had 
gotten first crack at the horny bitch, and they were standing around 
secretly eyeing each other's prick. But no one had to feel ashamed of his 
own contribution to the collection because every one of those six cocks was 
big and stiff and potent. From the back room, they could hear the sounds of 
fucking in progress. 

Molly's moans and panting broadcast her energetic enthusiasm and punctuated 
the softer, slippery sounds of sucking, followed by the squish of a cock 
slipping in and out of a soaking fuckhole. 

They gulped beer and shifted around impatiently. One fellow gave his prick a 
few strokes by hand, but stopped long before he had reached a climax, saving 
his juice for Molly. 

The bartender staggered out of the back room, his legs wobbly and his eyes 
glazed. He didn't even notice that they had all refilled their beer mugs. 
They waited expectantly, each man hoping that he would be the next one 
summoned to the woman's service. 

The bartender grinned and nodded toward the back room. "She said to send you 
all in," he said. 

The prospect of a clusterfuck set off a stampede, all six frenzied fellows 
dashing toward the back room. 

Molly was eagerly awaiting them. She had turned around now and was bending 
over the beer crates with her ass toward the door. She looked back over her 
shoulder and gave the men a welcoming smile. Her feet were on the floor and 
her legs were widespread so that they could see her cunt below her 
out-thrust ass. Her whole crotch was lathered with cum and cuntjuice, and 
the stuff was pouring down the insides of her legs. 

The broad-shouldered guy with the bushy black beard got to her first. He 
stood behind her ass and dropped his pants. Taking his thick cock in hand, 
he guided the swollen triangle of his cockhead into Molly's cunt, moved it 
about a bit, then fed his whole prick up her cunthole. Molly grunted as his 
cockmeat stuffed her. He didn't fool around with any preliminaries, but 
began to fuck his cock into her vigorously. 

The others clustered about, their pricks like howitzers, aimed at the sexy 
blonde woman and armed with plenty of fluid shot. They were pleased and 
surprised to see that Molly had a tight cunt. Although she had just been 
well fucked and was obviously a girl who took plenty of prick, her 
cuntmuscles remained pliable and her cunthole was sucking and pulling and 
dragging on the bearded guy's plunging prick. He was holding her by the hips 
and twisting her pelvis around as he fucked his cock into her fuckhole. 
Molly jerked and pumped, matching his pace. He fucked in to the root and his 
bloated balls jammed into her crotch. 

"Yeah! Fuck the bitch good," someone said, encouragingly. 

"Fuck the slut's ass off!" cried another enthusiastic fellow. 

"Pump the pig up!" yelped a third. 

It was obvious to Molly, from these statements, that the men had lost all 
respect for her. But that was only to be expected, under the circumstances, 
and Molly didn't give a shit. In fact, she rather liked to be thought of in 
those coarse terms. Molly wanted cock, not respect. 

He fucked in hard, hiking her ass up, and she slammed her hips back and 
stuffed her cunt full of cockmeat. Her thighs tensed, dipping and lifting as 
she churned her ass about, working her cunt onto his cock and loving every 
inch of it. Cuntjuice sprayed from her fuckhole, soaking the bearded man's 
belly and balls. 

He began to whimper, fucking his cock into her furiously. 

"Shoot it up my cunt!" wailed Molly as she felt his fat prick fuck in and 
expand with his approaching coming. "Pour your fuckjuice into my fucking 
cunthole!" 

He howled like a frenzied beast and Molly gasped as she felt his hot jizz 
shoot into her cunt. Her clit exploded. He fucked away furiously, draining 
his ballsac in a series of jolting spurts. Then without hesitating, he 
stepped back, drawing his prick out of her cunthole. Molly was right in the 
middle of an orgasm and she wailed when she felt the bearded man's prickmeat 
slip out of her. But then the next man stepped in and shoved his cock up her 
fuckhole and began to fuck her fast and hard. Molly gurgled with joy and the 
orgasm that she had started on one man's cock, she finished on another. And 
no sooner had that double-cocked climax ended than Molly began to work 
herself up toward yet another cumming. 

None of the men took very long. They had all become so excited while they 
waited their turn that they blew their wads quickly. But no sooner had one 
man cum than another replaced him. Molly had lost track of how many times 
she had climaxed and had no idea which of her six admirers happened to be 
fucking her at any given stroke. She wasn't even sure when they switched 
places behind her; not knowing if a man had paused to catch his breath 
before fucking in again, or had pulled out and been replaced by another. But 
it didn't matter because all of them had big pricks and loaded balls and, 
one after another, they filled her fuckhole with sweet cum. 

After awhile, it dawned on Molly that they were coming back for seconds, or 
was it thirds? She knew that more than six loads of jism had been squirted 
into her and that the fucking was still going on. She wriggled and squirmed 
and her cunt sucked voraciously and milked yet another cum load out of a 
plunging prick. And instantly new cockmeat was fed up her fuckhole. She 
began to wonder if there were more than six men behind her, if maybe they 
had called a town meeting, if there might not be a line of horny men 
numbering in the hundreds, lined up all the way to the door and probably 
halfway down the street, like a line at the movies. 

She turned to look over her shoulder--and a stiff prick was slipped into her 
mouth. Since another prick was fucking away up her cunt, Molly willingly 
sucked on that delicious mouthful. 

"Jeez-she blows, too," someone mumbled. 

Her lips pulled lovingly on a cockhead as another cock stuffed her cunt. Her 
holes were interchangeable. Her cunt was sucking like a mouth, and her mouth 
was getting fucked like a cunt. 

Suddenly her mouth was full of jism. 

She swallowed it down hungrily and sucked for more. 

"The whore swallows--the fucking stuff!" a man yelled. 

The cock pulled from her lips. Molly had been enjoying that mouthful and her 
head ducked after it, but he stepped aside and another man took his place, 
feeding his cock into Molly's mouth. She knew that cock had been up her cunt 
because she could taste her cuntjuice on it. She bobbed down, taking his 
cockhead right back into her throat. He fucked into her face with short, 
sharp jabs and his jism sprayed out. Molly drank it down, and when he drew 
away, she waited with her mouth open for the next cock that sought to empty 
itself between her lips. 

Now Molly didn't know which was hornier, her cunt or her mouth, but it was 
an unimportant point, since there was plenty of prick for both. Cum poured 
down her gullet and squirted up her cunt. A cock slammed deep into her 
fuckhole and another cock fucked down her throat. They were both so long 
that she wondered if the heads might not be bumping together, somewhere in 
the middle of her cumfilled body. Molly had always been promiscuous, but she 
had never had this much cock before. She thought that her heart and lungs 
must be floating in the stuff. And at the same time her own body was 
dehydrating as she salivated and her cunt flowed. 

The bartender had gulped down a large glass of brandy and now came wobbling 
back to the scene. Two of the gangbangers were already down, stretched out 
on the floor and gasping like fish out of water, their cocks soft and their 
balls collapsed like punctured balloons. 

The bearded man was still at it, fucking up her cunt for the third time. A 
guy with a tattoo of a black panther on his biceps was fucking her slowly in 
the mouth and the other two were waiting for thirds or fourths, but with 
diminished weapons. 

The bartender had a hard-on again. 

The bearded man groaned and his jism squirted out. He stepped back, his legs 
trembling. The bartender moved in. He braced his feet, standing behind her 
rounded ass. He was about to fuck his cockmeat up her cunt again but then he 
paused, staring down at her sweet ass. He placed his hands on her asscheeks 
and spread them apart, exposing the tight brown bud of her asshole. 

He wondered if her shitter was cherry, He had never fucked a girl up the ass 
and the idea had always intrigued him. When he'd suggested it to his wife, 
she'd hit him with a frying pan. But he doubted that Molly was the sort of 
girl to protest. 

He fitted his cockhead into her asshole. Her taut shitter mouth fluttered. 
He pushed tentatively. 

"You take it up the shit chute, lady?" he rasped. 

"Umphhh," replied Molly, unable to speak because her mouth was stuffed full 
of cock. The sound seemed like a yes answer to the bartender, and he began 
to wedge his prick up her asshole. For a moment he didn't think it was going 
to fit. Then her ass muscles relaxed and her shitter hole opened and he was 
inching his prick up that fuck canal. 

His long cock slipped in to the root. Her tight shitter tunnel rippled on 
his fuckrod as his cockhead nudged deep into her bowels and his balls were 
jammed against her crotch. 

He held the full penetration, moaning with the joy of it as he felt her 
tight asshole pull and suck on his buried prick. 

Molly smiled around a mouthful of cockmeat. 

Her cunt had had plenty by this time and having it up the shit chute made a 
welcome change. She shifted, pushing her ass back, encouraging him to fuck 
her asshole. He began to slide his cock in and out, moving slowly. This was 
probably the only chance he was ever going to get to ass-fuck a girl, and he 
wanted to make it last. 

Holding her by the hips, he pulled back until only his purple cock knob was 
embedded in her brown shitte. He paused, then slithered back in inch by 
inch, his long, fat fuckrod vanishing up her tight hot fuck tunnel. She 
reached back to massage his balls. 

The cock in her mouth erupted, and Molly gurgled and gulped as she drank 
still another load. It was delicious, but she noticed that the cocks were 
not coming so abundantly now that they were on the third or fourth time 
around. The guy she had just sucked off collapsed on the floor. The other 
two, who were still standing, moved up side by side. They stuck their cocks 
into her face at the same time. Molly licked at one, then the other. She 
slurped one into her mouth, nursed on the prick knob, then replaced it with 
the other cock. Then the greedy cocksucker opened her mouth as wide as she 
could and let both men feed their pricks to her at the same time. She sucked 
on the double mouthful with pleasure. They began to fuck into her face, 
working in unison to begin with, then feeding her alternating strokes, one 
cock fucking into her throat as the other pulled back to her lips. Like 
trains in a tunnel, the two pricks passed in her mouth. 

As Molly mouthed the double load, the bartender continued to fuck her 
asshole with long, steady strokes. Each time he felt about to blow his wad, 
he paused for a moment to let the thrill subside. Then he began to fuck into 
her again. He ducked down and fed her an underslung stroke, then rose onto 
his toes and stuffed her from above. As his fat fuckrod pulled out, her 
asshole almost turned inside out, and as he plunged back in, he stuffed her 
brown assmouth right up inside her shit chute. 

The cocks in her mouth went off in a double-barreled shot, one shooting a 
moment after the other. Their jism whitewashed her tonsils and hosed her 
throat. She drank it down in a slimy rope, milking both of them bone dry. 
They moved away, cocks flopping. They were finished now, too, and only the 
assfucking bartender remained. 

Molly swallowed the last drops and began to concentrate totally on the 
action of her ass. She churned and ground against him as he fucked his prick 
into her steadily. Her ass muscles rippled, as if she was trying to digest 
his cock in reverse. She could feel his fat cockhead smoldering deep up her 
bowels. She had drunk a bucketful of cum by this time and she wondered if 
the jizz had gone through her system yet and if the bartender's prick might 
not be fucking through a sea of cum. 

And then, unable to hold back any longer, the bartender was adding his own 
jism to that molten sea. 

Gasping and groaning, he spurted jet after jet of jism up Molly's asshole, 
and when she felt that new load hose her shit chute, she cried out and 
melted in yet another creamy cumming. 

Exhausted, Molly remained sprawled over the crates for awhile, waiting to 
see if there was a prick that needed to be emptied again, but no one took 
her up on the offer. She turned and found that all seven of her lovers were 
stretched out on the floor, semi-conscious and limp, their cocks hanging 
down along their thighs or flipped up on their bellies, their ballsacs 
shriveled, all of their vitality spilled into her body. 

When Molly stood up, she thought she could hear the cum squish in her cunt, 
and when she took a step, the stuff sloshed around in her belly. If cum were 
lighter than air, she would have floated right up to the ceiling. Seven men 
had creamed in her repeatedly. She calculated that at least twenty-five 
loads of cockjuice had been pumped into her various fuckholes in the course 
of the last hour or so--not to mention the huge load that she had swallowed 
out of the goat's cock earlier. 

Molly smiled sadly as she stood there over the vanquished bodies of her 
drained lovers. She had come to the country precisely to get away from 
scenes like this, and circumstances had promptly led her into the wildest 
scene she had ever had. Molly had been the centerpiece of gangbangs and 
clusterfucks before, but never with so many men at once and never with so 
much fuckjuice shot into her. Cum was running down her legs and her tongue 
was sliding on a film of the stuff. It had been fun and she didn't regret 
it, but it was ironic. 

It's all that damned goat's fault, she thought. 

If she had stuck to her rubber prick and not started fooling around with 
that sonovabitch, she wouldn't have had to come to town. But she couldn't 
really blame the dumb brute. After all, she had led him on and seduced him, 
and his cockmeat and cum, she had to admit, had been a joy. Sucking the goat 
off had been better than sucking all these guys off. She wanted to blow the 
animal again, too. But it was going to be a vicious circle. Sucking the goat 
off would make her cunt hot, and she'd have to get fucked. And so she'd come 
to town again and all her good intentions would go for naught. 

Unless she fucked the goat. 

Molly's cunt and mouth and asshole were satiated, but her imagination was 
fired by the thought. She just had to wonder what it would be like to get 
her cunt fucked by the horny, horned beast. 

 Chapter 7 

Molly awoke the next morning feeling horny. 

It was always that way with Molly. If she had had a lot of fucking the day 
before, she always felt very hot the next day, hotter than if she had gone 
without for a few days--which she seldom had. Fucking had become a habit 
with the girl. She lay in bed, idly fingering her cunt and remembering the 
orgy in the Log Inn. She grinned, knowing that all seven of those guys would 
also be remembering, and hoping that she would return for another session. 

What a tramp they must think I am, she thought. And I am, too. Maybe next 
time I'll take them on three at a time. I could sit on one guy's prick while 
another guy fucks his cock up my ass and the third stands in front of me and 
fucks me in the mouth. What a fucking thrill it will be if they all cum at 
once! 

She was making herself hotter by the moment by such speculation. She slid 
three fingers up her cunthole and pumped in and out while her thumb swept 
back and forth across her clit. But then she stopped. Fingerfucking herself 
was pleasant, but it was a poor substitute for the real thing, a waste of an 
orgasm. 

Should she go back to town? Or should she fuck with the goat? 

That idea had been flitting around in the back of her mind all the while she 
was remembering the orgy in the Log Inn and now it came springing to the 
surface. She remembered how the goat's quivering cock had swelled up in her 
mouth and how his jism has hosed her throat and she knew it would be a joy 
to have the hairy brute plowing up her fuckhole. What the hell, she 
reasoned. I already sucked the fucker off. Letting him fuck my pussy can't 
be much worse, can it? 

Molly smiled. She had made up her mind. 

The goat trotted up to meet her when Molly came across the yard, barefoot 
and naked in the morning mist. She stroked him between the horns and he 
stood stiff and taut and expectant. Goatish memories stirred in his mind and 
his cock began to quiver. Molly untied the beast and she walked back toward 
the cabin, swinging her ass. The animal jogged along behind her, thrusting 
his bearded muzzle into her asscrack. 

Molly went in and held the door open. The goat had never been inside a house 
before and he hesitated. Then he scrambled up the steps, cloven hooves 
rattling on the boards, and went in the door. He looked around the alien 
surroundings. But all these new experiences were foreign to the goat. What 
goat would ever imagine shooting his cum into a woman's mouth, for instance? 
What beast with cloven hooves could even dream of such a thing as a handjob? 

Molly sat down on the side of the bed, her legs spread. 

The goat pushed his snout into her crotch and began to lap merrily away at 
her pussy. His animal instincts told him that her cunt tasted different this 
morning, although he didn't realize that was because she had been fucked 
full of seven men's jism the night before. 

His tongue slapped up her fuckhole. Molly grasped him by the horns, swaying 
about as she ground her groin against his long, slurping tongue. She hiked 
up. He tongued the crack of her ass, then glided it on up through her open 
pussylips. Molly's cunt was unfolded, the pink outer lips peeled back and 
the darker inner pussymouth rippling and flowing. She was sorely tempted to 
let the animal keep on lapping until she climaxed. But Molly had made up her 
mind to get fucked and she wasn't about to go back on that exciting decision 
now. She yanked his head out of her cunt. 

Should she fuck him animal fashion or human style? she wondered. Then she 
grinned, remembering that the horny beast was capable of more than one 
orgasm, as she had proved in her hand and her mouth the day before, and so 
she could get fucked both ways. 

Figuring that the goat would be more comfortable doing it animal style, at 
least the first time, Molly turned over. She was kneeling on the floor, her 
body sprawled across the bed and her ass hiked up. The goat began to lap at 
her cunt again, not realizing what her position signified but remembering 
how nicely she had been rewarded for cuntlapping yesterday. Molly reached 
behind her and grasped the goat by his long, flowing beard, pulling him up. 
He tensed, then sprang onto the bed, one cloven hoof on either side of her 
twitching ass. 

Molly reached down and took his cock by the root. His prick was already hot 
and hard. She stroked his cockshaft a few times, then pulled the dark wedge 
of his naked cockhead into her frothy cuntslit. 

She moved his prick up and down between her spread pussylips and rubbed the 
tip against her tingling clit. Slowly, comprehension dawned on the dumb 
brute. The woman could be fucked just like a nanny goat. His hairy haunches 
began to bunch up with muscle. His stubby tail twitched. He tossed his 
backswept horns up and down, beard brushing her shoulders. Molly inched the 
brute's fat cockhead into her fuckhole, then released his prick and waited. 
The goat gave a tentative hump, sliding a couple inches: of hairy cockshaft 
up her wet fuckhole. Then realizing that it was possible, he braced his 
hindlegs and fucked into her hard, shoving every inch of his long hard prick 
up into Molly's steaming cunthole. 

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oooooh!" 

The goat held the full penetration, his whole powerful body vibrating as he 
thrilled to the pleasure of having his cockmeat buried ballsdeep up the 
woman's fuckhole. Molly's cuntmuscles began to ripple, fluttering up his 
cockshaft from root to knob. The goat snorted. No nanny goat's cunt had ever 
caressed his prick that way! 

Then he began to fuck her with savage, bestial energy. 

Molly gasped as the animal's massive prick fucked in and out of her 
smoldering pussy. 

Holy shit! I'm getting fucked by a fucking animal she thought. The dark 
thrill of her depravity excited the horny woman as much as the actual 
friction of their coupling. Lust ran like malaria in her bloodstream and 
danced like sugar-plum fairies in her mind. 

Molly hiked her ass up higher, so that his prick would run across her clit 
as it fucked into her. The goat heaved his prickmeat into her, wild and 
frantic and frenzied. His front hooves wrapped around her hips as he mounted 
her, dragging her ass back to meet his thrusts. His bloated ballsac slapped 
against her crotch like the clappers of a bell. He snorted and bellowed as 
he fucked his prick into her. His spine twisted into an S shape as he 
humped, slamming his fucker into her furiously. 

Molly moaned and whimpered, dazed by lust. Her cunt molded itself to the 
contours of his hairy fuckrod, sucking and pulling on it. She could feel the 
bestial power of the brute, the might of his passion. No man had even fucked 
her with such wild abandon, such pure animal energy. Fucking with a man, 
there was always emotion involved, but getting fucked by a dumb animal was 
an act of pure lust and it was driving Molly wild. 

She slammed her ass back, feeding his cock up her fuckhole. As he drew out, 
she twisted her hips, grinding her hot, slippery cunthole around on his 
retreating cockmeat. 

"Unghhh," she grunted, as the goat's prick filled her to the brim, his 
throbbing cockhead plunging far up her fuckhole, as hard and as hot as a 
branding iron. His haunches flew in and out. The beast was panting as he 
clung to her ass and hips and stuffed his cockmeat in faster and faster. Her 
creamy juices poured out as his fat fucker filled her cunthole, pumping 
pussyjuice out in frothy waves that steamed in the air. His hairy cock 
pulled out, matted with cuntjuice and his balls were dripping. 

His cock hissed up her cunthole. Her cunt squished as it sucked greedily on 
the goat's prickmeat. Molly's ass was flying about wildly, jerking up and 
down and flashing from side to side in her ecstasy. Her cunt was burning 
hot. She felt as if she was going to ignite, to burst into flames, flames 
that could only be quenched by the foaming cream from his big meaty 
fuck-hose. She wailed and panted and moaned with joy. 

She felt his cock lurch and expand. 

"Yeah! Yeah! Cum, you big fucker!" Molly cried, yearning to feel the goat's 
jism hose her cunthole. 

Her own orgasm gripped her, igniting itself inside her cunthole. Her 
cumjuices started to flow. The goat's prick fucked in through the slippery 
lubrication of her pussyjuice. And then he was shooting his steaming cock 
cream into her fuckhole in a tremendous spurts. 

Molly creamed again and again as she felt the goat's thick jism pour up her 
cunt tunnel. His balls kept pumping the stuff out. The goat was shooting as 
much prickjuice into her cunt as all seven of last night's human lovers had 
spilled into her together. She could feel each boiling spurt hit her 
fuckhole, each hot drop splash inside her. He snorted and heaved in, and a 
slimy rope of cum laced into Molly. 

The last squirt shot from his pisshole, and he slowed down, cum trickling 
out. Molly jerked away under the animal, working her own climax off to the 
sweet and juicy dregs. 

The goat drew back and his cock slipped from her soaking cuntslit, dripping 
with cuntjuice. 

Rivers of jism poured from her abandoned cunthole. 

Molly twisted around and dipped her head under the goat. He was still 
standing with his front hooves on the bed. Molly slipped his wet prick into 
her mouth and sucked on it, coaxing his cock back to a new erection even 
before it had started to subside. She could taste her own cuntjuice along 
with goat jism on his hot cockmeat. 

"Ummmm," she purred, her cheeks hollowing in as she nursed hungrily on the 
head of his prick. She slid her lips down, feeding all of his long, hairy 
fuckrod into her mouth, then pulled back up to the knob, sucking across 
every inch. 

The goat's cock was quivering like a tuning fork and his big cum globes were 
already filling up with another load. 

Tempted to suck him off, Molly mouthed his cockmeat hungrily. But she knew 
that her cunt would need another fucking after she sucked him dry, and she 
wasn't sure if the goat could come three times. She gave his delicious cock 
a last flittering slurp, then pulled away. His big fucktool loomed out over 
her, the knob burning like a hot obsidian. 

The goat had fucked her goat style. Now it was time to teach him how humans 
fucked. 

Molly slid her ass down to the edge of the bed, her legs trailing to the 
floor. She folded her fist around the goat's cockshaft and dragged his 
cockhead down into her crotch. The animal looked puzzled, cocking his horned 
head, confused at finding his cock in a cunt when he was face to face with 
the female who possessed that cunt. 

But then Molly pulled the head of his prick into her fuckhole, and the goat 
realized that, strange as it might be, it was possible to fuck a woman in 
such a bizarre position. 

He plowed his cock into her fuckhole with a long, rippling thrust. His balls 
whacked against her up thrust ass. Molly grasped him by the beard with one 
hand and heaved under him. Her thighs clamped around his hardy, hairy 
flanks, tensing, clinging as she rode under him. The goat fucked his prick 
into her vigorously, tilting her belly, half expecting to see the outline of 
the beast's long, fat prick raised up in a furrow from within her fuckhole. 
His cock felt even bigger and longer now than it had when he was fucking 
into her from the back. It felt so long that she wouldn't have been 
surprised if his cockhead had come sliding into her mouth from out of her 
throat, if when he came, his jism spurted from her lips. 

Molly shot her hips out and pumped her belly up and down. Her ass heaved and 
churned, lifting up from the bed. She locked her ankles behind the humping 
goat and ground her cunt into his fucking prick. The goat was fucking her 
hard and fast, his haunches blurring as they humped. He was driving her 
across the bed. She drove her loins back down, meeting his fucking prick, 
stuffing himself on his sweet goat meat. Her pussy started to spasm again. 

His cock went into her so fast that she didn't know if he was coming or 
going. Then the brute gave out a great bellow. His ass flashed in, burying 
his cock, and Molly wailed with bliss as she felt another steaming load of 
goat jism to rush up her fuckhole. 

Pumping wildly together, in perfect harmony, the girl and the goat drained 
themselves into her cunt. 

He stood stiffly, his prick still buried in her fuckhole but beginning to 
diminish and soften. Her cuntmuscles sucked on it as she tried to coax him 
to remain hard so that they could have a third fuck, but the animal was 
finished for the moment. Reluctantly, Molly let him pull his shrinking cock 
out of her fuckhole. His prick dropped, as if bowing its head in shame. The 
animal stepped down from the bed, shaking his bearded, horned head, 
bewildered by all these new and wonderful tricks that this strange woman was 
teaching him. Hands with opposing thumbs, mouths like cunts, and cunts 
fucked from the front, all these mysteries amazed the brute. 

Molly gave his prick a lick and a suck, knowing she could not make it stiff 
again at the moment, but enjoying slurping cuntjuice and cum off his 
softening cockmeat. Then she scooped a handful of goat jism out of her 
soaking pussy and lapped it up with her tongue. 

But she knew she was being greedy. 

She would simply have to wait until animal's balls recharged themselves, 
Molly told herself. She'd had two great fuckings and she knew that she 
should be satisfied--for a little while, anyhow. And when the goat was ready 
again, she could have some more. Molly wondered if she should fuck him again 
or suck him off? She even toyed with the idea of letting the goat fuck her 
up the ass, remembering how wonderful the bartender's prick had felt as it 
buggered her shit chute and knowing that the goat's mighty cock would 
plunder her dark ass canal even more satisfactorily. 

She led the goat out the door, tied him to the peg, then went back into the 
cabin. She had been so eager to get fucked that she hadn't even made a pot 
of coffee yet. 

She opened the cupboard and frowned. Shit! She had forgotten to buy coffee! 

Oh, well, Molly thought, shrugging. She would have to run into town and get 
some. But she wouldn't stop at the Log Inn. She was determined not to repeat 
last night' s orgy again today. She still wanted to spend a celibate 
month--except for the goat. 

She knew she was being greedy. But how could she know that t she was going 
to encounter a shepherd and his flock on the way the town? 

 Chapter 8 

Molly took the rubber prick out to the car with her. Sitting behind the 
steering wheel, she slowly worked the dildo up her cunthole, squirming about 
as she made the fit comfortable. The movements of her legs as she used the 
brake and the gas pedal, combined with the action of the suspension on the 
bumpy country road, should make it an interesting trip, she figured. But she 
had no idea how truly interesting it was going to be, and that the dildo was 
totally unnecessary. 

She had driven for half a mile, smiling at the pleasant way that the big 
rubber cock was slipping around in her wet cuntslit, when she noticed the 
flock of sheep that dotted the green hillside. It was a pretty and pastoral 
sight, at first glance. 

Then she saw the ram. 

The mighty beast was standing in profile, not far from the fenced-off road, 
and Molly gulped when she got a look at his cock. The ram was bigger than 
the goat--and so was his cockmeat. Molly braked without even thinking about 
it, the rubber cock sliding deeper as the car slowed to a halt. She was 
fascinated by the sight of the powerful ram. 

He was pure white, fluffy as a cloud, with a lot of hard muscle rippling 
under his innocent looking pelt. His huge head was raised as he surveyed his 
domain, his harem, all those ewes softly munching grass on the hillside. His 
rack of horn was impressive, with a big, solid boss and sweeping wings. But 
his cock was even more impressive. Molly sat behind the wheel, gazing at the 
noble creature. Her pussy was spasming around the dildo. There was something 
so masculine about the huge white brute, so compelling. He seemed like some 
sexual animal god out of mythology. 

Molly wanted to get fucked by the ram. 

Holy shit, she thought. I really am turning into a fucking animal lover. 
Still, fucking with a ram could not be any more naughty than making it with 
the goat, she reasoned. Just because his prick was bigger didn't make the 
act of bestiality any more wicked, and it might make it a lot more 
thrilling, too. She debated with herself for a few moments. Then she 
grinned, turned off the ignition and got out of the car. She walked up to 
the fence. The ram ignored her. His cock was semi-hard and growing and she 
guessed that he was trying to decide which of his ewes to mount. 

Molly climbed over the fence and walked toward the ram. As she did so, she 
drew the rubber prick out of her fuckhole. Cuntjuice poured into her vacated 
fuckhole and her hot aroma drifted from between her legs. The ram sniffed 
and turned his black face toward her. He stamped and snorted. His woolly 
white body began to twitch and his prick shot out farther. His balls looked 
as big as melons and Molly whimpered softly as she thought of how much 
fuckjuice those massive cum-globes must hold. 

Concentrating on the animal, she failed to see the shepherd. 

Wally McGee was a young country lad, still in his teens, working as a 
shepherd during the summer vacation. He was a tall, ungainly fellow with 
straw-colored hair and pale eyes in his sunburned face. Wally had a very 
large prick. But that prick had never been dipped in pussy. Wally was a 
virgin. And he was a very horny and frustrated virgin, too. He had even 
found himself, to his shame, eyeing the sheep. Now he was eyeing the woman, 
amazed. 

The reason that Molly had not seen the lad was that he was lying in the long 
grass, his shepherd's crook beside him, his fly open and his big cock 
jutting out. He had been about to jack himself off, as he did three or four 
times a day. His hand froze on his prick as he watched the beautiful woman 
clamber lithely over the fence, and when he saw her pull the rubber cock out 
of her cunthole, he almost fainted. What the fuck was she doing? he 
wondered. His blood was pounding and so much of it had rushed into the 
formation of his hard-on that he felt light headed. He looked up at the sky, 
as if seeking some answer in the heavens. Fluffy clouds drifted across the 
blue sky, like echoes of the sheep on the hillside. When he looked back at 
the woman, she had almost reached the ram. The ram was staring at her, his 
muzzle shifting from side to side. Wally saw that the ram had a huge 
hard-on. He knew that the woman, too, must have noticed this. She was 
smiling. 

Fucking hell! thought young Wally. 

Then he smiled, too. Were his dreams about to be answered? 

Molly raised her skirt and let the ram get a good close up whiff of her 
smoldering cunt. The brute shook his head and twitched nervously. She 
considered coaxing the woolly creature to give her a tonguing but decided 
against it. She didn't want to stay too long, right there in the open field 
and she figured it would be best to get herself fucked straight away. She 
knelt down beside the ram and stroked his flank, feeling his iron-hard 
sinews and muscles ripple. Then she slid her hand under him to cup the huge 
sac of his balls, caressing him tenderly. The ram pawed at the earth, 
twisting his horned head around to stare at her. 

Molly tossed the dildo onto the ground so that both hands were free. She 
held his cum bloated ballsac in one and began to rub the underside of his 
fuckrod up -and down with the other. His prick throbbed mightily. She folded 
her fist around his cockshaft but her fingers could not quite span the 
tremendous girth of his giant prick. But that suited Molly to a tee. Molly's 
cunt could hold more than her fist, the more the merrier. 

She jerked back, skinning his fluffy cock sheath away from his prick knob 
and leaving that slab of naked fuckmeat flaring out. Leaning under him, she 
kissed his hot prick knob. Her tongue slid over his rubbery hard cockflesh. 
His prickmeat was musky and rich. Her tongue flashed against the underside, 
then probed up into his parted pisshole. Opening her lips wide, she took his 
cockhead into her mouth and sucked moistly on it. That mouthful was so 
delicious that Molly was tempted again to suck him off. But the same 
consideration stopped her. Even if the ram could cum twice, blowing him and 
fucking him both would prolong the time spent in the open field. Molly 
wanted to get the fucking over with before someone came along and 
interrupted them. She would have been mortified if anyone had seen her 
fucking a ram. 

Molly didn't know that the shepherd was already a keen observer, crawling 
closer through the long grass. 

Molly sucked on the ram's fat cockhead while she jacked his prickshaft up 
and down with both cupped hands. As she stroked back toward his balls, his 
cock head swelled so much that both of her cheeks were stuffed full of hot 
cockmeat at the same time. She tongued and sucked hungrily. Then with a 
sigh, she drew her mouth reluctantly from him. His red hot cockhead was 
slathered with her frothy saliva. 

Molly turned, presenting her ass to him as she knelt on all fours, her dress 
drawn up above her hips. She wriggled her ass. The ram stared at her, 
uncertain and confused. His jaw worked methodically. He lowered his head as 
if he was going to butt her with his horns, then raised it again. This was a 
new experience for the brute and he was puzzled, but the throbbing in his 
cock and balls left the horny creature in no doubt about what he needed to 
do with his pounding fuckmeat. 

Molly looked back over her shoulder, smiling invitingly. She shook her ass 
again and moved her knees farther apart on the ground. Her fuckhole was 
running like a river. 

The ram grunted and sprang up, mounting her ass. Molly was pushed down under 
the dumb brute's weight, feeling his potent power as he clung to her ass 
like a child to his favorite toy. 

His cock slammed out, rebounding from her ass. He humped again, missing the 
target. Molly's cunt was angled differently than an ewe's. His front legs 
gripped her tightly around the hips as he stabbed out again and again. His 
burning cockhead was brushing her ass and the backs of her thighs. She 
waited for a moment, to see if the beast could get his cock into her on his 
own, then reached back between her legs and took his woolly prick into her 
hand. She fitted his hard cock knob into her fuckhole. 

His prickhead flared in her clinging cuntlips and the brute bellowed. He 
braced his fleecy haunches. His front legs dragged her ass back as his loins 
heaved in and he buried his throbbing prick to the root up her pussy. 
Molly's ass was tipped up and her head and shoulders pushed down. She 
gurgled with joy. The ram's mighty cock had stuffed her cunthole to the very 
brim, spreading her pliable pussy walls around his thick cockshaft and 
fucking his prickhead as far up her cunt tunnel as it could possibly go. His 
prick bottomed out in the very depths of her steaming, smoldering fuckhole. 

Her cuntmuscles slackened, adjusting to accommodate that massive load of 
cockmeat. 

Then they rippled closed again, sucking and massaging up his cock from root 
to buried prick knob. 

The ram wheezed as he felt her pussy caress his prickmeat. Then he began to 
buck and plunge, fucking her furiously. His fleecy haunches sped in and out 
like a solid cloud in a thunderstorm and his prick went into her like a 
flashing thunderbolt. It was a violent storm of a fuck, and Molly was 
wailing with the pure joy of it. 

With her head down on the ground, the horny animal lover drove her ass back, 
meeting the animal's lunges, her own passion every bit as savage as his wild 
assault. 

When his huge cock drew out, he almost dragged her cunthole inside out as 
she clung to him. His fleecy cockshaft was matted with creamy cuntjuice, 
like a sodden cotton swab. His big balls slapped against her, swung in and 
out like the throat flesh of a rutting moose. Molly's ass went up and down, 
buffeted on his mighty fucker, and she switched her hips from side to side, 
working her hot cunthole around on his cockmeat. The ram fucked her in a 
frenzy, blowing and panting wildly, shoving her head and shoulders right 
down into the grassy earth as he tilted her ass up. 

Her cunt had never been stuffed so full, so wondrously. Molly began to cum, 
spasms sweeping through her belly. She looked over her shoulder. The ram's 
big head was jabbing up and down, bellowing, his massive horns tossing. It 
was like getting fucked by some pagan fertility symbol, some great sex god, 
some cumulus cloud of a lover. His eyes glowed savagely. He fucked into her 
as if bounding up a mountain. 

Another spasm shook the girl and she cried out in ecstasy. The ram' s cock 
fucked in savagely. He plowed up her cunthole relentlessly, wildly, all his 
bestial energy directed into her loins. 

He bellowed--and shot his wad. 

Molly squealed when she felt that hot jism pour into her in jet after creamy 
jet. It seemed as if gallons of hot fuckjuice were being pumped into her 
fuckhole. His balls pumped in and out, sending the prickjuice rushing up his 
cockshaft and hosing from his pisshole. Molly climaxed on his spurting 
prick, then climaxed again. 

Keep fucking! she willed the creature. Keep cumming! 

Her parched loins were soaking up his fuckjuice as fast as he shot it up her 
pussy and her own juices were flowing almost as abundantly, when her fuck 
button exploded and her cunthole melted. 

With a great snort, he shot the last bolt up her cunt. He slowed. Molly 
ground her cunt around on his prick, working off her own orgasm to the 
creamy conclusions, the final spasms ripping through her pussy and rushing 
up her trembling thighs in waves of bliss. 

Molly sighed and closed her eyes, her whole lush body shuddering. The ram 
had stopped fucking but he was still mounted on her trembling ass and his 
cock was still buried balls-deep up her cunthole. 

Molly was sorry that it was over. 

Even with the ram's prick still embedded in her cunt, she was wondering when 
and if she would get another chance to get fucked by the noble creature's 
gigantic cock. 

But she had not reckoned with his potency. The ram was capable of servicing 
dozens of ewes, one right after the other, and a single cumming did little 
to diminish his hard-on. He still gripped her by the hips, holding her 
tight. She felt his cock ripple inside her fuckhole and thought that it was 
starting to soften and diminish. 

Then she realized that it was not softening at all! It had sagged just a bit 
when he emptied his balls, and that rippling now only meant that he was 
getting rock hard again. 

Molly wailed with joy, realizing that the ram was going to give her another 
fucking without even taking his prick out of her. She began to move her ass 
a little, sliding her soaking fuckhole a few inches up and down on his 
iron-hard cock in a sensuous motion that heralded the long thrusts that 
would soon follow. The animal held himself rigid, letting her plunge her 
cunthole on his cock as he prepared himself for a new assault. Molly was 
smiling happily, her eyes closed. 

Then she opened her eyes--and saw a pair of heavy boots planted on the 
ground just in front of her face. 

 Chapter 9 

Molly gasped in shock and looked up, blushing in mortification. She had been 
caught in the act of fucking a ram! How could a girl ever explain such a 
situation? 

A tall, lean young man was standing over her, holding a shepherd's crook in 
one hand. He was grinning. And his cock was sticking out of his open fly, 
angled upward, rock hard and almost as big as the ram's prick! 

Molly gazed up at his grinning face, then averted her gaze and stared 
straight at his cock and balls. His cockhead was as purple and as a ripe 
plum, and the thick, dark vein that ran up the underside of his long 
cockshaft was pounding and throbbing. His balls were swollen. It dawned on 
the embarrassed woman that she didn't have to be so embarrassed, after all. 

"Lady, that there ram has been fucking you," he drawled. 

"I--I suppose So," she murmured, lowering her eyes demurely and fluttering 
her long lashes. 

"That's real nasty, Lady," he said. 

"I hope you won't tell anyone?" 

He shrugged. "Might not," he said. 

"You can fuck me, too--if you don't tell," she offered. 

"NO way!" he snorted. 

Molly was amazed that he had turned her down. 

But then he said, "That ram is stuck up your cunt, lady, and there ain't no 
way he's gonna let me take over. Shit. If I tried to take his place, he'd 
butt my ass to hell and gone!" Molly smiled at the idea of having a jealous 
ram as a lover. And when she smiled, her lips parted. 

"You could fuck me in the mouth," she whispered. 

Wally McGee began to tremble all through his lanky frame. He had often 
longed for a blowjob. It was the stuff of dreams. He sank down onto his 
knees in front of her radiant face. Molly could feel the heat of his cock 
and balls waft over her and she licked her sensual lips. The ram's cock was 
flaring in her fuckhole. Wally looked at the brute, over her shoulder, to 
see if the powerful beast had any objections to sharing the woman between 
them. He wasn't going to risk those horns, even for a suck. But the ram 
showed no animosity whatsoever. He was a cuntfucker and didn't even know 
that such things as blowjobs existed. 

Wally took his shepherd's staff and hooked the crook gently behind the 
woman's neck. He drew her face toward his loins and pushed his prick out 
towards her. 

It thrilled some dark part of Molly's being to have the shepherd treat her 
that way, as if she were no more than a sheep. She leaned out and began to 
lick him, starting at the balls. Wally moaned and his cock slid around as 
his hand trembled on the staff. She tongued all over his cum-laden balls and 
lifted the heavy sac in her hand so that she could lick underneath. His cock 
towered up like a lighthouse, the knob seeming like the beacon that warned 
of the rocky shoals below, the rocks in the ballsac that Molly was so 
happily tonguing. 

She began to run her tongue up his long, fat cockshaft, flattening it and 
lapping him from balls to crown with fluid slurps. Then she crisscrossed her 
tongue as she glided up the underside of his fuckrod, tracing along the 
pulsing vein and fluttered against the sensitive spot where that vein spread 
out into his wedge shaped prick knob. 

Fitting her pursed lips to his cockshaft, she tilted her head and slid her 
mouth up and down, playing his prick as if it were a flute. His massive 
fuckrod jerked and throbbed in her lips. 

The ram was still holding steady, his cock rippling but not fucking. Molly 
slid up and kissed the tip of the shepherd's cock, then slowly took it into 
her mouth. His prick flared and pounded as she sucked moistly on his meaty 
cock. The country lad's cockmeat had a primitive flavor, almost like the one 
of the beast of the field that she had recently been sucking. Her lips 
pulled on his huge prick and her tongue slid around under his cockhead. Her 
cheeks drew in as she sucked hard, as if she were trying to inhale his cock 
right down into her lungs. 

"Ummmm," she purred. 

"Suck it, Lady!" Wally gasped, hardly able to believe that he was at long 
last getting his cock sucked--and by such a gorgeous woman. The fact that 
she fucked animals didn't bother Wally in the slightest. Country born and 
bred, he understood such things. 

He began to fuck into her mouth, and Molly bobbed her head up and down, 
taking his cockhead far back into her throat. Her blonde hair swept over his 
balls and thighs. Her head went up and down as if she were bobbing for 
apples in a barrel. 

Then the ram began to fuck her again. 

His mighty cock drew out until only his swollen prickhead was lodged in her 
soaking cuntslit, then plunged in to the hilt again. Molly gasped at the 
first stroke. She ground her ass and pumped her belly. With pricks in both 
ends, Molly was in seventh heaven. 

Her mouth made soft, moist sounds and so did her cunthole, as the ram's big 
cock fucked into her. Her cunt sucked on the ram's cockmeat as her mouth 
nursed on the shepherd's sweet young fucker. 

The ram began plunging and bucking faster. 

His thrusts tilted her ass up and drove her head far down on Wally's cock. 
She was taking the shepherd boy's prick all the way into her mouth now, her 
chin jamming against his balls and her nose nestling in his straw-colored 
pubic hair. His fat cockhead wedged down her throat. Then her compressed 
lips pulled back up and his cockshaft came out, running with saliva, 
steaming as her slobber evaporated from his red-hot, steaming prickmeat. 

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, sucking on his bloated cockhead. Then she plunged down 
and fed it all in again. As the ram speeded up behind her, fucking her cunt 
with wild abandon, her head flew up and down faster and faster on the 
whimpering teenager' s tasty cock. 

Molly felt as if she were transfixed by those two long cocks, roasting like 
a pig on a spit, and adoring every moment and every inch. Her mouth was 
drooling and her cunt was flooding. Wally still had the crook of his staff 
behind her neck, guiding the plunging motion of her head with it. His back 
arched. His head and shoulders were going back as he heaved his loins out 
and up, burying his cock in her mouth. 

Ram-meat pounded into the depths of her fuckhole, spreading her soaking cunt 
tunnel, filling her totally and achingly full of hot, hard cock. She held 
Wally's ballsac in one hand and reached back for a handful of the animal's 
balls with the other. Both sets of balls throbbed in her grip, promising the 
cum-loving girl a double load of sweet prickjuice. 

As the ram's naked cock knob fucked in, his fleecy prickshaft ran over 
Molly's trembling clit. She folded her tongue under Wally's mouth-fucking 
prick, so that his prickmeat rode over it as his cock plunged in and out, a 
soft, slippery carpet on which she bid a welcome. 

Drawing her lips up to the tip of Wally's cockhead, she whimpered, "Cum, cum 
in my mouth, you sweet boy. Let me drink all of your hot, thick fuckjuice. 
Empty your balls into me." She spoke onto his cockhead as if it were a meaty 
microphone. Then her head bobbed down again and she took every inch of his 
prick into her mouth, making wordless, gurgling sounds. 

Her words inspired Wally almost as much as her sucking mouth. It thrilled 
him to know that this sexy woman was longing for his jism, that she wanted 
to swallow his cherry cum. His hips heaved as he fucked into her mouth 
faster and her pretty blonde head dipped down to swallow his prickmeat. 

The mighty ram was approaching another peak. His powerful body shook 
violently. His woolly flanks heaving in and out. His front legs dragged 
Molly back as he pulled her pussy onto his prick, fucking it up her cunthole 
to the root. His eyes glazed. His head bobbed forward as his weight pushed 
her ass down. Molly was going up and down like a see-saw, her head slamming 
down on the shepherd's cock, then drawing up as her haunches were forced 
down by the ram's thrust. 

Wally wailed, "It's coming, lady! I'm gonna fucking shoot!" 

"Ummmmm," she sighed, her tastebuds tingling and her greedy mouth hungering 
for his jism. 

His first spurt jetted straight down her throat and he shot the second 
creamy wad on the recoil, so that the jism skimmed over her tongue as it 
poured back into her throat. Molly gulped the precious cock cream down 
greedily and she sucked for more, and Wally hosed her with another dose, 
then yet another, his cherry balls spinning the succulent jism out in long 
quicksilvery coils. His cock rammed in and he shot a load down her throat, 
then drew out and spurted with only the tip between her lips, so that the 
jism poured onto her tastebuds. Molly's mouth was slobbering as if she were 
having an oral orgasm and her delicate throat pulsed as she swallowed. 

The ram gave a mighty snort and his massive prick shoveled into her. His cum 
shot out and his woolly haunches slammed back like a recoiling cannon, then 
fucked in to spurt another steaming load of ram cum up the frenzied girl's 
melting fuckhole. 

Molly wailed with pure ecstasy as she felt hot cum rush into her from both 
ends. Her cunt was sucking like a mouth, and her mouth was getting fucked 
like a cunt and the fuckjuice kept pouring into her in an endless stream 
that mingled with her saliva at one end and her cuntjuice at the other. 
Molly was being pumped so full that she felt like a bag of jism. Steaming 
cum overflowed her pursed lips and ran down her chin. Ram jizz, blended with 
pussy nectar, poured down her kneeling thighs. 

The shepherd and the ram kept on cumming, and horny Molly's body soaked up 
their prick juices thirstily. 

Then Wally groaned and the last load slid into her mouth. Molly kept on 
sucking, coaxing a few last drops from his pisshole even as his cock began 
to diminish in her lips. 

The ram slammed in and shot the dregs of his balls, up her cunthole, in a 
last titanic burst. Then he collapsed over her ass, pushing her down as her 
pussy worked like a wringer to pull out the thick globs of cum that still 
lingered in his cockhead. 

Molly smiled radiantly as she drew her lips off the shepherd's spent cock 
and used her tongue to lap up a few stray drops that had run down onto his 
drained balls. Wally sat back on his ass, stunned. The ram slowly pulled his 
prick out of her cunt. It came out with a sucking sound as her fuck tunnel 
dragged on his cockmeat. 

Molly turned around, on her hands and knees, and sucked the ram's cock into 
her mouth so that she could slurp the cum and cuntjuice from his tasty 
prick, not wanting to waste a drop. 

And on the hillside, the ewes looked on, vacant eyed and placid with bovine 
indifference, not realizing that their lord and master, the ram, had just 
enjoyed a far better fuck than any of them had ever given to the horny 
brute. 

Wally walked as far as the fence with Molly, staggering on unsteady legs and 
supporting himself with his shepherd's crook, using it as if it was a 
walking stick or a cane. Molly had retrieved her rubber prick from the 
grass, and she was swinging it jauntily, like a baton. The boy had never 
heard of a dildo and he was more amazed by it than he had been by the fact 
that the woman fucked with animals. 

Molly halted at the fence. She had noticed the way the shepherd had been 
eyeing her rubber prick. More for his benefit than her own, since her pussy 
was well satisfied, she lifted her skirt and slowly worked the fuckstick up 
into her cunt. The leather harness trailed down her thighs. His eyes bulged 
out as he stared at her crotch. 

"I feel so hollow with an empty cunt," she said. 

Wally helped her over the fence, his hands bracing her under her firm, 
heart-shaped, well packed ass. She dropped to the ground and turned to look 
at him over the fence. 

"Shall I see you tomorrow?" Molly asked. She had given up all hope of 
avoiding men for the month. And besides, she was eager to enjoy some more of 
that huge ram prick. "Oh, yeah!" he enthused. 

"I'll let you fuck my cunt tomorrow," she promised . 

He looked uncertain and began to fidget. 

"I'd sure admire to do that, Ma'am," he said. "But I don't want that fucking 
ram after my ass! If that big bastard wants to fuck you, I'll be happy to 
settle for another blowjob." Molly smiled bewitchingly. "Oh, I'll take care 
of the ram," she said. "We can switch tomorrow. You can fuck me up the cunt 
and the ram can fuck me in the mouth." Wally stood there, shaking his head 
in awe, as she walked off with the rubber cock squishing in her juicy cunt. 
She got in the car, and he could see her adjusting the dildo. Then she 
smiled and waved and drove off, heading toward town. 

Molly was feeling completely satisfied and was hardly aware of the rubber 
prick stuck up her satisfied fuckhole. But it was there, it was shifting 
around, it was doing its job without her realizing it. By the time Molly got 
to town, she was feeling horny again. 

And a new adventure awaited her. 

 Chapter 10 

Molly stopped at the store and bought coffee. The clerk gaped at her and she 
was tempted to offer him a blowjob, but he had a giant Adam's apple and his 
ears stuck out. She left him to jerk off over a vision of her swinging ass. 

She thought about going back to the Log Inn, but decided against it. She was 
mildly horny, but not in the mood for another frantic clusterfuck. And she 
knew that the customers in the bar would, with a certain justification, 
expect her to perform if she arrived. Anyhow, she figured that by the time 
she got home the goat would be ready for another fuck. But she was feeling a 
bit thirsty. The ram's cockhead had left her mouth dry and the shepherd's 
jism had been salty. Molly decided to stop in the other bar, the Old Oak 
Inn, for a quiet drink. 

The woman behind the bar gave Molly an appraising look. She was a tall woman 
with close-cut dark hair and big brown eyes, and she showed plenty of 
cleavage as she slid Molly's gin and tonic across the counter. "Just passing 
through?" she asked. 

"No, I've rented a cabin nearby for the month," Molly explained. "I wanted 
to get away from the rat race for awhile." 

"Your husband with you?" 

"I'm not married." 

The barmaid's eyes sparked as she looked speculatively at Molly. Molly 
glanced around the room. This was not a rough beer joint, like the other 
local bar. There was a big stone fireplace. A large black Great Dane was 
curled up on a rug before the hearth. "I'm Helen," the barmaid said. 

Molly introduced herself. "Your dog?" she asked. 

"Yeah. I run this place on my own, and sometimes the locals get out of hand, 
but Thor keeps them in their place." 

"He looks very--capable," Molly remarked, and she smiled at her own secret 
thoughts. 

"Won't you be lonely, all alone for a month?" asked Helen. "I mean, without 
a man around?" 

"Oh, I came here to get away from men," Molly told her. 

"I don't like men, myself," Helen said, significantly. "Big, hairy, ugly, 
foulmouthed creatures." 

"Maybe so--still, a girl need cock, right?" Molly said, beginning to wonder 
about Helen's sexual preferences. 

"Oh, there are--other ways," Helen said, softly. "A woman can have fun 
without a man, you know?" 

Molly gave Helen a look that was both interested and amused. She sipped at 
her drink, her white teeth clicking on the rim of the glass and the pink tip 
of her tongue showing. 

"How?" Molly asked, bluntly. 

Helen blushed, obviously uncertain. Molly felt pretty sure that she had the 
right idea about the woman, and Molly was not nearly as subtle as Helen was 
trying to be. 

"Like this, you mean?" Molly asked, smiling sweetly, and she drew her skirt 
up and let Helen see the rubber prick that was sticking up her cunt. Helen 
gasped. She stared at the dildo, then at Molly's smiling face. She started 
to speak, but only croaked. Molly lowered her dress. Helen had to try three 
times before she could manage to get the words out. 

"You know what that harness is for?" she asked. 

"Sure. So two girls can fuck each other." 

"Have you--do you--" stammered Helen. 

"I've never made it with a girl. But ..." Molly paused for effect. "But I 
wouldn't mind giving it a try." 

"I--I'd fuck you," whispered Helen. 

"Would you suck my cunt, too?" 

"Oh, yes!" Helen moaned, dazed by desire for this beautiful, bold blonde 
woman. 

"I think I'd like that," Molly said. "I'd like to strap this rubber prick on 
and fuck you and then lay back and let you suck me off." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Helen panted, her mouth watering. 

"And then--" Molly glanced toward the big dog. "And then I'll show you 
another way to get along without a man," she said. 

Helen didn't know what Molly meant, and she didn't care. The immediate 
prospects were too delightful for Helen to think about anything else. She 
came around the bar and locked the front door, pulling the shade down. When 
she turned around, she saw that Molly was already pulling her dress off. 
Helen had never seen such a gorgeous creature, and she was panting with 
passion. She hadn't been to bed with a woman for some time, since lesbians 
and bisexuals were not very common place in the small town and she had been 
planning to shut the bar and travel to the city to find a lover. But now the 
stuff of dreams had been delivered to her. Her legs felt weak. She stared at 
Molly, admiring her big, firm tits and her stiff, swollen nipples and the 
curly jungle of her golden triangle. 

Molly pulled the rubber prick out of her pussy, reversed it and strapped it 
around her haunches. 

Helen removed her blouse and dropped her shirt. She stepped out of her 
soaking bikini panties. As Helen raised her knee to do so, Molly saw that 
the woman's bush was open and wet. Molly had been thinking about trying it 
with a woman and the sight of Helen's juicy cunt excited her. She knew that 
nothing would ever take the place of cocks in her love life, but just 
because the girl liked fucksteak didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a little 
pussycream. 

Naked, Helen approached her, and Molly thrust her hips out, making little 
jabbing motions with the strapped-on cock. Helen could see that the rubber 
fucktool was slathered with cuntjuice. She stood in front of Molly, then 
slowly sank to her knees. Her face was radiant with lust. Molly pushed the 
dildo out toward her face, and Helen licked at the shaft, then sucked the 
knob into her mouth and nursed on it, slurping Molly's hot cunt cream off 
the hard rubber prick. Helen would never have dreamed of sucking a real 
cock, but this was a different matter. 

"Yummy," she purred, as her lips pulled on the fat cock knob. Molly fucked 
into her mouth a little, watching the lesbian's lips unfurl. Then she drew 
the dildo away and motioned toward the low, upholstered window seat. 

Helen reached out to cup Molly's dripping cunt, but Molly stepped back. 
"No--let me fuck you, first," she said. "Then my pussy will be really hot 
and creamy when you go down on me." 

Helen was more than willing to comply with whatever this lovely blonde 
desired. She crawled over to the window seat, then perched on it, her firm 
ass on the very edge and her feet on the floor, thighs parted. Her pink 
cuntslit streamed like a river through her dark jungle. 

Molly stood over her. She touched the tip of the fuckstick against the 
barmaid's stiff tit tips, then pushed it into her mouth again. Helen 
slathered it with saliva. Then Molly knelt down between Helen's widespread 
legs. She folded her fist around the hilt of the fuckstick and guided the 
tip into Helen's pussy. She moved the dildo up and down in Helen's open, 
flooded cuntslit and rubbed it against the woman's fuck button. Helen was 
gasping and moaning, twitching and jerking, half crazed by desire. 

Molly slowly inched the dildo up Helen's fuckhole. Helen's cunt sucked on 
the big rubber fucktool. Molly wished that she really did have a prick of 
her own. She would have loved to know what it felt like to have Helen's hot 
cunt pulling on her own flesh. She began to stroke in and out, her lovely 
ass switching from side to side as she fucked the rubber cock in and out of 
Helen's bushy cunt. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" sobbed the lesbian, quivering and panting, transported to 
ecstasy. 

Molly began to play with Helen's tits as she fucked her lover's cunt with 
the stiff rubber cock. Helen reached up to gently massage Molly's tits, 
pulling at her stiff nipples. Then Molly reached down to cup the woman under 
the ass, lifting her crotch higher as she fucked the cock in. Cuntjuice 
poured down Helen's crotch and seeped into the crack of her ass. Her hips 
jolted as she fucked away on the edge of the seat. Molly was pushing the 
dildo all the way up Helen's fuckhole now. Their pubic hair, golden and 
dark, rustled together as she fucked in to the hilt. 

"Cum," Molly whispered. "Cum for me, Helen." 

"Yes, yes!" Helen wailed. 

Molly's sweet ass jolted forward and back and her hips cocked out from side 
to side as she worked the prick in at different angles. Then she hiked up 
and began to fuck it in from above, so that every inch of the stiff rubber 
cock was running over Helen's clit. Helen cried out as the peak hit her. 

"I'm fucking creaming!" she wailed. Her pussy melted around the fat 
fuckstick and cuntjuice seeped out, frothy and steaming. Molly whimpered 
with satisfaction, thrilled at making another woman cum. This was a new 
treat for Molly and she loved it. She fucked on, bringing Helen to peak 
after peak. Helen moaned and slumped back on the seat, drained. Molly fed 
her a few more strokes. Then she slowly pulled the dildo out. The fat prick 
knob slipped free with a juicy, slurping sound. Helen's cunthole was gaping 
wide open, her pussylips spread wide, streaked and lathered with her cum 
juice. 

Molly gazed down at Helen's creamy crotch, looking over the head of the 
dildo as if it were a sight on a rifle. Helen's cunt looked delicious. Molly 
had never sucked a cunt but the idea was intriguing. She hesitated for a 
moment, not with any indecision, but simply to savor the anticipation of a 
new pleasure. 

Then her blonde head dipped down and she took her first lick of pussy, 
running her tongue up the woman's open cuntslit and flipping it across 
Helen's stiff and burning clit. 

Helen gasped, staring down the plane of her body, seeing Molly's golden head 
bob between her thighs. 

Molly murmured with delight as she discovered that cuntlapping was a true 
joy. She used just her tongue to begin with, licking at Helen's wet cuntslit 
and tracing up the woman's unfurled cuntlips and slurping on her clit. She 
tongue-fucked up her hot fuckhole. Then she tilted her head, fitting her 
lips to Helen's cuntlips, and began to suck with abandon. Helen's cunt 
rippled on her lips and on her tongue. 

"Ummmmm, ummm, ummmm," Molly purred as she feasted on Helen's delicious 
creamy cunt. Her lips were clamped to Helen's pussy like a suction cup to a 
clogged drain. Her mouth was filling up with succulent cuntjuice. Her tongue 
was floating in the tasty stuff. Pussy nectar bubbled from her lips and her 
whole face was glistened with that hot cream. 

Helen stared down, hardly able to believe her luck. She saw Molly's long 
blonde hair sweep over her dark, bushy groin as Molly wallowed in her cunt 
like a porpoise in a pool. 

Molly's tongue lapped in and her lips sucked softly on Helen's cunt and 
clit. As her head bobbed down, her ass jolted up. Her own cunt was 
streaming. She took a long slurp, then straightened up and slipped the dildo 
into Helen again, fucking up into her cunthole a few times. Then she pulled 
it out and went down on the woman again, sucking on her savory pussy with 
hungry gusto. 

"Cream," she whimpered, the words muffled on Helen's cuntmeat. "Cream for 
me, darling. Cum in my mouth. Oh, fuck! I want to milk you off! Feed me your 
hot cuntjuice!" Helen's ass heaved up as she ground her cunt around on 
Molly's eager lips. Molly's tongue flashed up her fuckhole. Helen let out a 
sob, then a wild cry of bliss. "I'm cumming!" she gasped. 

"Ahhhhh," Molly sighed, sucking happily away as her hot mouth filled up- 
with the woman's cuntjuice. She swallowed it down greedily. Cuntjuice was 
almost as delicious as jism, she realized, knowing even before she had 
finished sucking her first cunt off that she would be doing a whole lot of 
cuntlapping, now that she had discovered the pleasure of it. 

Helen was shaken by spasm after spasm as her pussy melted in Molly's mouth 
and waves of joy rushed through her loins. 

She sank down, panting. Molly continued to lap away hungrily, milking out 
the last succulent drops. Then she raised her head, her jaws dripping, her 
face lathered with cuntjuice. 

"I never did that before," she said, knowing that the information would 
please Helen. 

"You sure as shit did it good!" Helen gasped. 

"I guess a girl doesn't need much practice or experience. It just seemed 
sort of natural," Molly said. "And fucking delicious, too!" They smiled at 
each other. Helen raised her eyebrows and her tongue slipped across her 
lips. 

"Shall I do you, now?" she asked. 

"You sure as hell better--before I fucking explode." 

Helen slid down from the seat and Molly moved onto it, long legs trailing 
wide apart. The rubber cock was still strapped to her loins and it jutted 
up. Helen sucked on the knob, then licked her way down the fat shaft, and 
reaching the bottom, she continued on into Molly's cunt. Her skillful lips 
clamped upon Molly's flooded fuckhole, and she began to suck and tongue with 
enthusiasm, gurgling and whimpering with voracious joy. Helen loved to be 
sucked by a woman, especially a woman like Molly, who was new to the game, 
but she loved to do the sucking even more. A confirmed lesbian, Helen's 
greatest joy was making a girl climax in her mouth. 

Soft, moist slurpings came from Molly's groin. The rubber prick bobbed 
about, bumping against Helen's forehead as the woman mouthed away below. She 
used her fingertips to spread Molly's soaking cuntlips wide open and jammed 
her nimble tongue deep up her fuckhole, while her lips pulled hungrily at 
the blonde's creamy cuntslit. She was purring and panting and moaning, her 
dark, curly head bobbing about. 

Molly closed her thighs around the lesbian's head in a soft vise, then 
opened them wide again. Her hips jerked and her ass churned as she pumped 
her pussy against Helen's face. She reached down to stroke Helen's head, 
then arched her back deeply. Helen held her under the ass, tilting her 
crotch higher, as if it was a hairy cup she was draining to the creamy 
dregs. Foaming cuntjuice bubbled past her lips and filled her mouth, and she 
gulped it down with joy. 

Helen moaned as the waves began to race through her. No man had ever given 
her head as well as this woman was giving it to her although maybe the 
goat's long tongue had been as good. 

"Suck it out of me, darling," she whimpered. "Drink my cuntjuice, Helen, 
milk me off with your sweet fucking mouth!" 

"Yeah, yeah, feed me, Molly," Helen gurgled, crazed by a cuntlapper's 
desire. 

Cuntjuice began to pour out in slippery ribbons and foaming streams, and 
Helen sucked it up ravenously, growing more and more excited as Molly neared 
the peak. 

And the dog, too, was getting excited. 

 Chapter 11 

Curled up by the fireplace, Thor had been enjoying a dream about chasing 
juicy bunny rabbits through the hills. His black flanks heaved in and out 
and his long red tongue lolled from his powerful jaws, dripping, lusting to 
sink his gleaming white fangs into soft flesh. 

But gradually, the nature of his dream changed. 

His nostrils twitched as the fragrance of two hot cunts filled the room. His 
long back cock began to stiff restlessly. He was still dreaming but the 
quest of his pursuit was changing. Dreams of bitches in heat replaced those 
of rabbits and the urge to bury his tongue in hot flesh was greater than 
that of sinking his fangs in. Pussy was juicier than bunny. Still 
slumbering, the dog was aware of the sucking sounds as Molly pushed the fat 
rubber cock in and out of Helen's cunthole. 

Then came the soft, moist sounds of cuntsucking. 

His prick was stiff as a board by this time. The lengthened slab of his 
naked red cock knob had come squeezing out from his hairy prick sheath, 
pumping in and out like a lung, his pisshole parted. His fuckrod was long 
and throbbing and his balls were full of jism. 

He opened one eye and peered across the room. Molly had just finished 
mopping up Helen's creamy cunt, and the girl's were about to switch places. 
The doggy, being only a dumb animal, had no idea what they were doing or why 
they were doing it, since they were both females, but he knew damned well 
what that delicious aroma was. It was steaming-hot cunt. 

And the big dog knew what hot cunts were for. 

He got to his feet and stood stiff-legged around his jutting cock, his hind 
legs bowed around his bloated ballsac. His black nostrils twitched and 
flared. He began to pad across the room, lowering his haunches as if he were 
stalking a rabbit. 

Molly, looking over Helen's buried head, saw the big doggy approaching. She 
saw his stiff prick and swollen balls and she smiled. Helen, with her head 
buried like an ostrich in the sand--although there was nothing sandy about 
Molly's juicy cunt--didn't realize that her dog had taken an interest in the 
scene and was eager to take a part in it, as well. 

She was fingerfucking up Molly's cunthole with three stiff fingers, while 
her tongue and lips worked enthusiastically on the girl's fuck button, 
concentrating on all the juicy details and techniques that made cuntsucking 
such a treat for both sucker and suckee. 

Molly jolted and bucked as Helen's talented and well-trained tongue and lips 
brought her to the crest. 

She cried out, then sighed as her orgasm rippled through her. Helen 
whimpered with pleasure as she drained Molly off. But when the brunette 
started to raise her head, Molly pushed it back into her groin. 

"Don't stop," she whispered. 

Helen was perfectly willing to keep on sucking for as long as this gorgeous 
blonde wanted, but she was surprised. 

"I thought you came," she said. 

"I did, but I wanna cum again," Molly said. 

Helen beamed with delight when she heard that. Loving to suck cunt, she was 
overjoyed at having a cunt that needed repeated sucking. Her head bobbed 
back down and she started to slurp merrily away again. And with her head 
buried, she was still unaware of the Great Dane's stealthy approach. She was 
kneeling, head down and ass hiked up, and unknowingly Helen had assumed the 
doggy fucking position. 

Thor stood behind Helen's churning ass, his big head tilted to one side, one 
ear cocked. Molly gave him an encouraging smile. The doggy was a bit 
nervous, confronted by a new situation, but the rich scent of pussy was 
driving him mad. 

His long tongue slurped at Helen's ass, lapping her asscheeks and then 
running up her asscrack and into her shitter. Helen was concentrating on 
sucking Molly's tasty pussy so much that, at first, she didn't realize that 
a tongue was slapping at her ass. Her own cunt was seething and her tongue 
was frenzied and the rest of the woman was numb. 

Her tongue zipped and corkscrewed and buzzed up Molly's cuntslit and the 
juicy sounds her mouth made were echoed by the slapping tongue of the doggy. 
Molly tightened her legs around Helen's head, blocking off her ears. Then 
the dog dipped down and pushed his snout into Helen's crotch. She gave a 
little start as his cold black nose tapped against her hot throbbing clit. 
The dog began to lap his tongue up her cunthole eagerly. Molly's thighs held 
her trapped. Helen stopped sucking cunt and struggled free. When she raised 
her face, she was blushing with embarrassment, "Go away, you naughty dog!" 
she commanded. 

Thor cocked an ear and kept on lapping. Helen reached behind her ass to push 
the brute's head away. 

"Oh, why don't you let him?" Molly suggested. 

Helen looked shocked. 

"Let a dog lick my pussy? That's disgusting!" 

"Not to me, it isn't," said Molly. "If you don't want him lapping your cunt, 
then he can lap mine. But then," Molly's look was meaningful. "Then you 
won't be able to, Helen." 

Helen considered for a moment. It was evident that Molly was serious. Helen, 
despite her own perversions, was shocked by Molly's depravity. But she 
didn't want to stop snacking on the blonde's tasty pussy, and she had to 
admit, it felt damned good to have the Great Dane's long wet tongue lapping 
at her cunt. 

"That's what I meant before, about how a girl can have fun--and 
cock--without needing a man," Molly added. 

"Cock? Holy shit! I can maybe see letting the dog lap my cunt, but you can't 
be serious about cock! You wouldn't fuck with a dog?" 

"I never have," Molly said. It was true, too, as far as it went, not making 
mention of goats and rams. 

"But, hell yes. I'd let the doggy fuck me--and I'd suck his prick, too." 

"My God!" Helen whispered. But the dog was still slapping his tongue into 
her cunt, and the lesbian began to get the idea that, whether a girl liked 
men or not, there was nothing at all wrong with male doggies. Besides, she 
was eager to resume her delicious feast. She gave a little uncertain sort of 
shrug, as if denying the blame. Then she dipped her face into Molly's pussy 
and began to eat her out again, while the horny dog tongued away on Helen's 
creamy cunt with enthusiasm. 

Pussyjuice sprayed out as his big lapper slapped up, drops of it splashing 
on Helen's ass. The dog was using long, rippling strokes that started in her 
bushy pussy hair, ran up through her open cuntslit and across her clit and 
wound up in the taut crack of her grinding ass. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Molly purred. 

Helen couldn't bring herself to admit it and only murmured up Molly's 
soaking fuckhole. But it was a murmur of assent. The double-ended 
cuntlapping went on for a few moments. Then Molly stirred restlessly. 

"Let the fucker tongue me for a while," she whispered. 

Helen felt a twinge of jealousy. But that was silly. She couldn't expect 
more from Molly that she was getting and knew the blonde loved her tongue, 
not herself. Obediently she moved aside. Taking Thor by the collar, she 
dragged his head up into Molly's crotch. The dog yelped, finding himself 
deprived of pussy, then gave a happy bark as a new cunt was presented to 
him. Helen watched her dog's tongue lap up Molly's flooded cunt. 

Slap, slap, slap went the brute's hot tongue. 

Cuntjuice ran onto it, creamy ribbons foaming on the red meat. 

Helen, despite herself, was already thinking how handy it would be to have 
her doggy trained to lap pussy. 

Helen leaned down and placed her head beside the dog's head. Molly spread 
her thighs far apart. Woman and dog, they began to lick her at the same 
time, each tracing up a cuntlip, their tongues slurping side by side and 
then meeting on Molly's tingling clit. They lapped cuntjuice from her slot 
with absolutely equal desire, animal and woman sharing the feast. Molly 
touched Helen's cheek. 

"Come up here, honey," she urged. "Sit on the dildo, fuck yourself on my lap 
and let me suck your tits." 

Helen moved up. She threw a knee across and straddled Molly's 
dildo-harnessed haunches. Molly began to massage her tits, and Helen raised 
up and slipped the head of the rubber prick into her wet fuckhole. She 
slowly slid down, burying the fuckrod up her cunthole until it had vanished. 
Molly's blonde pubic triangle surged against the dark, curly mane of Helen's 
cuntbush. Leaning forward, Molly sucked a stiff nipple into her mouth, 
nursing softly. 

Helen's cuntjuice poured down her crotch and trickled on down into Molly's 
soaking cunt,, mixing with Molly's juices. The dog lapped away frantically. 
His tongue started at Molly's asshole, ran up through her crotch, then 
continued on up through Helen's crotch, lapping around the buried rubber 
prick, and slid into the lesbian's ass, in turn. 

Helen twisted from side to side, grinding her stuffed cunt around. Then she 
spun all the way around, never taking her cunt off the fuckstick, so that 
she was sitting on Molly's lap, the dildo buried, and facing the same way as 
the blonde now. 

The dog stepped back, studying this new situation with interest, his tongue 
hanging out. It seemed to him that the two women had somehow become one 
strange animal, a female animal, possessing two hot cunts, one on top of the 
other. Helen squirmed in Molly's lap. The rubber prick joined them together, 
rising from the harness and thrusting up from Molly's golden pussy hair and 
vanishing into Helen's cunt fur. Their tasty cunts formed a sort of layer 
cake with a rubber spike in the center. To a human tongue, one cunt can 
taste much like another, but to the dog's more sensitive palate, both of 
those pussies had a distinctive flavor, but equally mouthwatering. He was 
salivating as if tasting a juicy steak. 

Molly reached around she cupped Helen's thrusting tits in her hands. Helen 
rested her head on Molly's shoulder, pushing her belly out. Both girls had 
their legs wide open as they rocked gently together. Helen's frothy 
cuntjuice poured down into Molly's blonde pussy hair, then slid into her 
crotch, mingling with the flow from Molly's own cunt. 

Thor moved in again, neck extended as he thrust his snout out. He began to 
snuffle at Molly's pussy, then at Helen's. His black button of a nose slid 
around in their creamy cuntslits. Then his long, red tongue went to work 
again. He lapped up Molly's throbbing pussy, through her curly triangle, 
around the base of the rubber cock and then on up into Helen's cunt. The 
brute yelped and whined and whimpered, driven wild by the taste and the 
aroma of those two soaking fuckholes. 

His whole black muzzle was coated with cuntjuice and rivers of the stuff ran 
over his tastebuds. His white fangs gleamed and his eyes glowed and his big 
prick, neglected, was throbbing away under his belly with frantic 
pulsations, jerking and jolting and hammering. His red cockhead loomed in a 
great naked slab from his hairy black prickshaft, and at the other end of 
his iron-hard fuckrod, the dog's balls ballooned with need. 

Helen stared down, hardly able to believe that she was letting her dog lick 
her cunt. But she was helpless to resist, abandoned to her passion. Even if 
the thought of having sex with an animal had repulsed her, Helen could not 
have refused anything that this glorious blonde girl wanted her to do, but 
she was not repulsed, anyhow. The dog's slurping tongue felt wonderful. She 
watched it slide up through Molly's creamy cunt, envying the dog's delicious 
snack, and then slip into her own dildo-filled pussy. Her clit sparked and 
throbbed as the dog tongued it. He jammed his long tongue right up into her 
cunthole, alongside the rubber fuckrod. 

Helen tossed her head and turned her lust contorted face from side to side, 
leaning back against Molly. Molly was licking her ear and tonguing her neck. 
Helen's big nipples exploded in the blonde's palms. Her hips jolted as she 
fucked herself on the rubber cock. Thor's tongue slurped up again, spraying 
Molly's cuntjuice up into Helen's dripping cunt. The stuff ran back down 
into Molly's pussy and the dog lapped it up again. Their cuntjuice was 
flowing between them like a tide, ebbing and waxing. Helen felt so hot she 
thought she might melt, her ass and loins sinking slowly down onto and into 
Molly's smoldering pelvis like plastic. 

Quite calmly, Helen announced, "I'm going to cum." 

Then she shuddered all over and her calm left her, and she was wailing as 
her pussy creamed. 

"Cum, baby," urged Molly. "Cum for me! Cum for the fucking dog! Oh, fuck! 
I'm cumming, too!" 

The flow from their cunts increased as the waves of orgasm swept through 
their dildo coupled loins. Linked together, one cunt atop the other, it 
seemed as if it was the same thrill that raced through their bodies, darting 
in an electric current between them, stepped up in the transformers of their 
quivering clits into higher and higher voltage. It seemed as if they shared 
the same cuntjuice, as well, as Helen's cum cream poured down into Molly's 
open pussyhole, and the doggie's tongue lashed it back up, lathering both 
crotches and gulping it down with bestial greed. 

Rocking and moaning, they climaxed to the core. 

Helen sighed happily. 

"That was the naughtiest thing I've ever done," she said. 

"Was it?" Molly whispered, in her ear. Maybe so thought Molly, but not for 
long. 

 Chapter 12 

Thor lapped the double dose up joyfully and stepped back, squirming and 
jittery. The head of his cock was burning hot and the weight of his loaded 
balls dragged his hindquarters down. 

Molly reached around Helen's hip and dipped her hand into the lesbian's 
crotch, fingering her fuck button. Although she had just creamed, Helen 
began to pant again almost at once at Molly's skillful touch. With her 
fuckhole full of rubber prick and Molly's fingers working steadily away on 
her clit, Helen jiggled around in the blonde's lap, her ass rubbing on 
Molly's belly over a slippery film of sweat. 

Then Molly, figuring the other woman was excited enough, took her by the 
hips and gently lifted her. Helen's fuckhole slid up the rubber prick. Her 
cream ran down it. It popped from her cuntslit, swaying. Molly slid out from 
under Helen and she stood up, unstrapping the dildo. She brought it up to 
her lips and licked Helen's pussyjuice from it. She smiled, remembering when 
and why she had purchased the rubber cock. She had intended to use it on 
herself, in private, little realizing how things were going to turn out. 
Helen sat back on the seat, her eyes glowing as she watched her blonde 
lover's tongue and lips gather up her cuntjuice. 

Molly tossed the rubber cock aside. It had served her well, but it was no 
longer needed. 

She knelt down on the floor, smiled wickedly at Helen, and turned toward the 
frenzied Great Dane. 

The dog stepped up, haunches trembling. Molly took his prick in her hand, 
pumped it a couple times, then leaned in and slurped his naked cockhead into 
her mouth. She heard Helen gasp. 

"Ummmm," Molly purred, finding dog meat as delicious as goat or ram. She 
blew down his cockshaft and felt it vibrate, then sucked again, her cheeks 
drawing in and her lips peeling out on his prick. The dog was so horny, so 
frantic with need, that it thrilled Molly. It would be a treat to suck the 
dog off, and to let him fuck her, and she looked forward to that in the near 
future, knowing that she would be seeing a lot more of hot Helen and her 
big, black Great Dane. But she had other plans for his big hairy cock, at 
the moment. Helen didn't like men. She thought they were big and ugly and 
hairy and foulmouthed. Well, the dog was big and hairy, but he was handsome 
and it was impossible for a dumb animal to be foulmouthed, and two out of 
four weren't bad. Molly, both out of kindness and because she knew it would 
be exciting, wanted Helen to find out what a real cock felt like when it 
fucked in and out of her steaming fuckhole. 

The dog was fucking into Molly's mouth. She let him feed her a couple 
inches, her tongue flashing against the underside. Then she drew her lips 
away and turned her head. Thor humped wildly, stabbing his dripping cock 
head into her cheek, trying to get back into her hot, sucking mouth. 
Preliminary fuckjuice was dripping from his pisshole, laying a slimy track 
along Molly's cheek. "Want a taste?" she asked Helen. 

"Oh, no! I couldn't!" the lesbian whimpered. But she was fascinated by what 
Molly was doing. Helen had always loved cunts and despised cocks, but she 
realized that was only because cocks were attached to men, and thus had no 
appeal to her. But she had to admit that the dog's cock looked delicious, 
and Molly certainly seemed to enjoy sucking on that big, dripping slab of 
red prickmeat. If she had been alone with the dog, Helen might well have 
sucked his prick, maybe even let him shoot in her mouth, just to see what it 
was like. But the woman was-too embarrassed to do it in front of Molly, even 
though Molly had shown the way. 

Molly turned back to the dog's prick and lapped the thick jism from his knob 
and pisshole, making little slurping sounds. When she moved away again his 
cockhead was polished to a luster. 

"Sit on my face, Helen," she whispered. 

"Oh, yes!" Helen cried, happy that Molly was leaving the doggy out of it--or 
so she thought. 

Molly stretched out on the carpeted floor, on her back. Helen moved down and 
straddled her upturned face. She paused, then slowly lowered her soaking 
cunt onto Molly's mouth. Molly's tongue flashed out to meet the juicy 
lovebox pussy as it came. Cuntjuice dripped onto her lips, then Helen's 
pussy was plastered to her mouth. 

Molly sucked for a moment, feeling Helen shudder. 

Then she said, "Turn around, darling, let's sixty-nine!" 

That was a lovely idea, thought Helen, who loved sucking cunts even more 
than she loved being sucked, and saw that in the position of inverted pussy 
lapping she could enjoy both at once. She quickly turned around, not moving 
her pussy from Molly's face but simply throwing one knee across and twisting 
so that her cunt reversed itself without ever losing contact with Molly's 
tongue and lips. 

Bending down, she buried her own face between Molly's widespread thighs and 
began to suck with lust. 

The Great Dane was yelping and bounding around, springing and bouncing, as 
if he were a pole vaulter with a fleshy pole. Molly waited until the 
frenzied brute was near, then reached out and grasped his prick by the hilt, 
dragging him toward her face--and Helen's ass. The dog didn't know what to 
do but he sidestepped in, guided by her hand. Molly dragged his cockhead 
down and she began to lick it. She pushed his naked red prick meat into 
Helen's cunt, tonguing them both at the same time. 

"W-what are you doing?" Helen panted, as she felt the hot meat of the dog's 
cockhead swell between her pussylips. She wanted to look back over her 
shoulder to see what was happening, but she couldn't seem to bring her lips 
away from the blonde's succulent cunt. Her mouth seemed to be glued on 
Molly's pussy by a paste of saliva and cuntjuice, clasped there by the 
suction of Molly's rippling fuckhole. 

Molly closed her thighs around Helen' s head, trapping her securely into the 
velvet cage of her cunt. She locked her ankles, holding Helen's head in a 
scissor grip and tilting the cup of her groin up as Helen thirstily drank 
from her hairy creamy pussy. 

Then she began to inch the dog's prick up Helen's cunt. 

Helen gave a muffled cry of dismay. But she was helpless to resist, held 
both physically and also by her own cuntlapping frenzy. And, too, it felt 
wonderful to have that huge dog cock slowly sliding up into the depths of 
her cunt. 

The dog, finding his cock halfway up a cunt, got the idea. He sprang up, 
wrapping his forelegs around Helen's up thrust ass and clinging tightly to 
her haunches. Helen felt his weight on her ass, pushing her down. She gave a 
soft moan, a moan that came out with a bubbling sound, in Molly's cunt. 
Molly took her hand away, seeing that the dog was now in charge. Thor braced 
himself, his hindquarters quivering, and then he drove every inch of his 
hairy black prick into Helen's fuckhole. 

"Oh!" she cried, the sound muffled on Molly's cunt. 

Then, as she realized how great it felt, she wailed, "Ooooooh!" 

The dog's cock was buried all the way up Helen's cunthole and his balls were 
jammed onto her crotch and against Molly's lips. He began to hump with 
furious need, his spine winding and twisting as he fed his prickmeat in and 
out of Helen's fuckhole. 

Molly gazed up, watching the animal's fat cock vanish up Helen's dripping 
cunthole, then pull back out, soaking with the lesbian's juices. Molly 
licked at the dog's balls and ran her tongue along Helen's cuntlips. As the 
dog pulled out, Helen's cunt dragged open and Molly's tongue slipped up 
inside her, alongside the dog's cock. 

Helen wailed with the double thrill of cock and tongue, both working on her 
throbbing cunt, and combined with the joy of having a juicy pussy in her own 
mouth. The three-way thrill was driving her wild. Molly was enjoying a 
triple delight, herself, being sucked while she sucked both a cunt and a dog 
cock all at once, and the dog was howling as he fucked his prick into a hot, 
clinging cunt and felt a nimble tongue slurp away on his throbbing cockmeat 
at the same time. 

Fitting her lips to the dog's prickshaft, Molly sucked, letting him fuck 
through her mouth en route to Helen's cunthole. She sucked on Helen's fuck 
button at the same time. Helen's ass heaved under the dog and her crotch 
ground on Molly's eager face. She began to cream. Her cuntjuice poured down 
the dog's stiff prick, and Molly hungrily sucked it from his hairy cockshaft 
and angry red prick knob. 

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Molly wailed, not sure if she was addressing Helen or the 
dog, and then she was cumming, herself. Her pussy exploded and her cunt 
cream flooded past Helen's lips and over her tongue. The sixty-nining girls 
climaxed together, shuddering and gasping. 

Then the dog shot his load. 

Molly felt his prick expand in her lips and she opened her mouth wide as the 
big brute began to hose Helen's fuckhole with his hot, thick jism. He pumped 
it into the lesbian's fuckhole and it came pouring back out, mixed with 
cuntjuice, into Molly's greedy mouth. 

Together, two girls and a faithful doggy, they drained their passion to the 
dregs. Then, with Molly on top, they did it again. 

Helen was stretched out on the floor, spread-eagled and panting. The dog was 
in a state of collapse. Molly, waiting for either or both of them to 
recover, smiled with a sudden thought. 

Her month in the country was going to work out just as she had intended it, 
after all. When she got back to the city, she was no longer going to be such 
an easy lay. She would still fuck around plenty, sure, but she wasn't going 
to fuck every man in sight. 

Her good intentions had been rewarded. 

But a whole lot of women and animals were going to be delighted now that 
Molly was not limited to men. 


End
