ANIMAL GIRL
By J. B. McNab


Foreword

Outwardly, rural America maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the
social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of
alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of
course, inevitably, there is the advent of mate-trading. All in the spirit of good, clean
fun... But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to
another – and another – to what?
This is the story of a married couple who run a ranch and riding school in a rural
community, Anywhere, USA. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed
doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them sexual activities outside of marriage
become the norm. And soon they are seeking even more bizarre thrills.
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious
thought.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

Ingrid Foster awoke to find the sun streaming in through the French windows. She
glanced at the clock in the little radio by the bed, and then threw back the single sheet
to reveal her shapely, naked body.
At thirty-five, Ingrid was in her prime and a far cry from the thin, almost scrawny
creature she had been until long after she had left college. She turned her head and
studied her husband Martin as he lay quietly sleeping, his graying dark hair all mussed
and tousled and making him look even older than his fifty-five years. Briefly, Ingrid
wondered if he had a hard-on. He did, sometimes, in the morning.
She kept on staring at him, her hands moving flatly over the valley of her soft round
belly, before moving upward to cup and squeeze at the swollen mounds of her fabulous
tits. For several minutes she continued to fondle and caress them, the nipples
responding eagerly as her thumbs teasingly stroked at them. A few moments later and
she was stretching, cat-like, the familiar dull ache settling in her pulsing cunt and then
sweeping crazily all through her loins.
It had been ten years since she and Martin had married. He had been forty-five and she
twenty-five. His first wife had died four years before, and Ingrid would never forget the
ardor of his fucking on their honeymoon. It was as if he just couldn't get enough of her
cunt, and she now yearned for cock as she never had before.
With a sigh, she stopped kneading her blazing tits, leaping out of bed instead and
walking quickly to the bathroom, the swollen, fully ripened tits jiggling bouncily and
independently to the rhythm of her walk. The chance of Martin wanting to fuck was
most remote. He had fucked her last Saturday or Sunday – she couldn't remember
which – and it would be at least another week before he had the urge again.
In the shower, she remembered it was Saturday. She had no riding classes today, but
the stables would be a hive of activity just the same. Members of the riding club could
groom and ride the horses on their own. She cupped and held her tits, allowing the
biting spray to cascade all over them, the tingling sensation reawakening the ache in
her cunt so that she finally moved back, the stabbing darts of warm water zeroing in
like needles pricking at her cunt.
When she had dried herself, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom,
vaguely aware that Martin was awake and studying her. She decided against dressing,
hoping her nakedness would give him a hard-on, and instead, she sat on the vanity
bench, combing her long, honey-blonde hair, the movement of her arms lifting and
dropping the fully aroused tits which Martin was inspecting in the mirror.
"Have a good sleep?" she asked pleasantly.
"Marvelous. Thank God it's Saturday."
"Didn't I hear you say you had a pinto to breed?" Martin ran the thoroughbred raising
at Oakville Acres, while she looked after the riding and pony clubs.
"Damn it, so I do." He flung back the sheets and climbed out of bed, stretching before
the French windows before starting for the bathroom.
"What time is the mare coming?" she asked.
"Ten o'clock, and it's half-past nine now."
She watched him walk past her in the mirror. There was no sign of a hard-on and she
sighed. "I'll make you some coffee," she said, disappointment in her voice. She could
have done with about eight inches of hard cock right then, but one couldn't have
everything. Martin had given her everything but regular fucking-money, a fabulous
standard of living and anything else she could ever want. Everything that is, except
enough cock.
She had coffee ready by the time he had showered and shaved. She had slipped into a
comfortable pair of short-shorts and a knitted top, both of which gave the impression
they had been sprayed on as a second skin. There was nothing like a horse-fucking to
make the men around the stables horny, and there was nothing Ingrid liked better than
to catch them furtively glancing at her legs and ass and tits.
"I see Fred has King out already," she said, sipping coffee as she stared out the window
to where Fred Dempster, one of the stable hands, was walking the magnificent pinto
stallion. Fred was twenty-six, married to a waitress in town, and had been at Oakville
Acres since dropping out of school at fifteen. She wondered how big his cock was.
Martin Foster gulped the last of his coffee and started for the door. "Shouldn't be more
than an hour if Cal Hawkins gets his mare here," he said grumpily. He never liked
doing anything before breakfast and he wished he had wakened early enough for a big
plate of ham and eggs.
"We'll eat when you're ready," she replied resignedly, still staring at Fred Dempster,
who was having difficulty keeping the frisky stallion in check.
She rinsed out the coffee cups and was drying them as a big Chrysler pulled in near the
corral. It was hauling a horse trailer and she could just make out the animal's rump
with its long, flicking tail.
A few minutes later and Ingrid had strolled outside and over to the corral rail, resting
her arms along the top one so her fully ripened tits were carefully thrust over her
wrists. She smiled to herself as Fred promptly led the pinto in a wide arc so that he
could pass near enough to bid her good morning, his eyes fleeting hungrily over her
boldly outlined tits and then wavering briefly over the tight vee of her crotch.
"Morning, ma'am," he said, a knowing little smile hovering momentarily on his face.
"Morning, Fred. You have a nervous horse there."
"Anxious, I guess, ma'am."
She glanced to where Martin was talking to Cal Hawkins, out of earshot. "Who
wouldn't be?" she said pointedly. Fred Dempster's jeans showed a massive bulge in the
front that sent shivers of lust coursing through her cunt.
"I suppose," Fred said. More and more frequently lately, the boss' wife had been acting
sexy. He wondered if she would fuck. But then he realized you didn't go around
fucking the boss' wife. Not if you expected to stay on working at the same place. Yet
she probably wasn't getting enough from Martin Foster and she sure was one piece of
beautiful ass. He smiled and moved on, the restless pinto tugging and twisting at the
end of the halter.
Ingrid watched the young man's thighs and firmly encased ass, the denim of the jeans
so tight that each cheek of his ass appeared to move independently. "I bet you give that
little wife of yours an awful going over," she muttered to herself, the ache in her cunt
now almost unbearable as her lust-filled eyes followed the movement of Fred's hips.
The mare was finally unloaded and was being led into the corral. The two horses would
be given time to get acquainted and then when the stallion was ready they would try to
mate them.
"Aren't you going riding this morning, Mrs. Foster?"
Ingrid turned to find herself staring up into Judy Connors' pretty face. Judy was
seventeen and an ardent member of Ingrid's pony club. She had wheat-colored hair
which was invariably in a ponytail and tightly drawn back from a pretty face with a pair
of enormous blue eyes giving the teenager an innocent look. This morning she was
riding a palomino which was snorting impatiently even as Ingrid started stroking the
animal's velvety soft nose. "No, not this morning, Judy. Mr. Foster and I haven't even
had breakfast yet."
"Is Bobby around?"
Ingrid shook her head and laughed. "Bobby's still in bed, the lucky so-and-so." Bobby
was her stepson who, at fifteen, was already an accomplished rider, having lived all his
life at Oakville Acres.
"What are they doing?" asked Judy, turning to watch the two pintos being edged nearer
to each other.
"They're going to mate them."
"They are?"
"Haven't you ever seen a mare being bred, Judy?" For some reason a funny little quiver
had raced through Ingrid's aching tits, and she found herself focusing her eyes on the
small, pear-shaped tits of the teenager as they impressed themselves against the thin
material of the sweater the girl was wearing.
"No, I haven't."
"You should stay and watch. It's quite educational."
"Would it be all right?"
Ingrid laughed and caught at the reins of the palomino. "Of course. If you're ever going
to be a good horsewoman, you should know how horses are bred." She watched as the
young girl dismounted, the miniature tits bobbing briefly until her feet were firmly on
the ground.
Fred Dempster had managed to get the horses beside each other, the stallion sniffing
and snorting at the mare's neck as it tried to bite it. Earl Esmond, the other ranch hand
controlling the mare, was trying to hold the animal in place and talk to it, his hand
stroking at the mare's neck to reassure it.
"Is King biting?" asked Judy Connors innocently.
Ingrid laughed. "Even men bite sometimes, when they're making love."
"But it must hurt."
"It does a little, but a little pain is quite exciting."
Judy thought about it as she watched Fred and Earl maneuver the restless animals into
a better position.
"King is getting excited." Ingrid watched, fascinated, as Fred Dempster started running
his hand under the pinto's flanks to stroke at the thick knob of pink cock which was
just appearing.
Judy sucked in her breath, a little embarrassed as she realized the horse's cock was
getting bigger by the minute. "Oh!" she gasped, now that five or six inches of trunk-like
prick had appeared.
Ingrid shivered with excitement. "That's a beautiful cock, isn't it?" she whispered, the
young girl's presence somehow making the scene all the more exciting. Fred had just
wrapped his big hand around the thick cock, grasping and squeezing it as the animal
neighed its appreciation.
"Golly!" Judy's blue eyes were glued to the massive prick which was now eight inches
long and still growing.
Earl Esmond, meanwhile, had slipped his hand under the mare's tail, his fingers
stroking and teasing at the huge, pulsing cunt. The mare, unable to decide whether it
should be scared or enjoy the sensation, was nervously pacing and shaking its head in a
series of snorts.
"Earl is making the mare ready," said Ingrid excitedly. She had a sudden desire to
explain everything to the young girl, and to make it as exciting as possible in order to
relieve her own frustration.
"He is?"
"Yes. Do you have a boy friend, Judy?" Judy gave a short laugh. "No, not really. I like
Bobby."
"Bobby's only fifteen. You're eighteen aren't you?"
"Seventeen."
"I see." Ingrid hesitated but decided to go on. The pinto's cock was at least ten inches
long now, pink and gleaming and spurting little streaks of hot cum as the animal got
more excited. "Well, a boy your age would probably want to get you excited, and he
would do what Earl is doing to the mare." She glanced at Judy, whose face was crimson.
"It's normal and natural and it feels wonderful. Has a boy ever tried to touch your
thighs or stroke at your little slit, Judy?"
Judy Connors shivered uncontrollably. "Well... yes... I mean, once at school, a boy did."
"Didn't you like it?"
The teenager shivered again. "Yes," she admitted, puzzled that an adult would even
discuss the subject, let alone approve of it. "I never told my mother or she would have
been furious, I know."
"Sometimes mothers are because they want to be protective. But it's perfectly normal
and every girl has experienced things like that. It's part of growing up."
Earl was holding the mare's tail out of the way as the stallion showed the first signs of
mounting.
"You just have to be careful where it happens," Ingrid went on, her role of teacher
adding to her excitement immensely as the stallion made the first attempt to mount the
mare and failed. "You and the boy should be somewhere where you'll be comfortable
and not disturbed." It had just occurred to her that she could have a little fun with the
innocent little teenager sometime, and now was as good a time as any to lay the
groundwork. "Did you play with the boy's cock when he was stroking your thighs and
cunt?"
Judy trembled once and moved closer to the fence, resting her arms along the rail so
that her small, pointed tits were even more pronounced in the front of her sweater.
"Yes," she admitted weakly, "but only for a minute because we had to stop."
"That's what I mean. It's better to wait until you're someplace alone and safe. Many
adults don't understand." The thought of stripping the Judy and running her hands
over the exquisite smoothness of the girl's body was almost unbearable. "The next time
you have a boy friend and you want to do something like that, you can always come to
me. I'll arrange something to help out."
"Would you really?" asked Judy incredulously. "Of course. Oh look!"
The stallion had finally mounted the excited mare, its forelegs grappling wildly on the
mare's back as it hunched itself nearer, Fred Dempster's hand rubbing at the massive
cock and guiding the helmet-like head to the throbbing hole which Earl's fingers were
straining to hold open.
"God, what a marvelous cock!" Ingrid's hand had gone to one of her own swollen tits
and she was unconsciously squeezing it as the twelve inches of pinkish, gleaming cock
slid effortlessly up into the mare's welcoming cunt.
Both stable hands were shouting and screaming with excitement, their hands rubbing at
the cheeks of the thrusting stallion's ass, Fred reaching under to warm and fondle the
massive clump of its powerful balls. A moment later and the stallion was thrusting in a
series of lunges, pumping into the mare which was arching itself and braying with
obvious delight.
"Marvelous!" cried Ingrid, clapping her hands and jumping up and down so that her
fully ripened tits moved joltingly inside her knit top. Briefly she wished she could have
held that big cock.
"Golly!" gasped Judy Connors, unable to believe the fantastic tingling in her young tits,
nor the aching hunger in her cunt. She watched, bug-eyed, as the powerful stallion
continued its excited fucking, finally jerking in the full length of shimmering cock and
holding still briefly before emptying its balls in quick determined thrusts. "Golly!" she
gasped again, suddenly feeling elated and weak at the same time.
"That was a marvelous screwing," said Ingrid, her own mounting orgasm now hanging
on the brink and leaving her on edge and frustrated. "What a fuck," she murmured,
forgetting momentarily that the young teenager was still there.
"I... I feel... well, I don't know..." Judy stammered.
Ingrid pulled herself together, and put her arm around the girl's shoulder, pulling her
against her own hip. "It was pretty exciting, wasn't it? Now you can always say you've
see a mare bred."
"Yes," agreed Judy weakly. "Now I think I'd better have that ride."
"It'll help you cool down," laughed Ingrid. "Be careful if you try any jumping," she
went on, turning toward the house. "I'd be happier if you went with someone else
along. Then if you take a fall, there's someone to help you."
"I'll be all right." Judy mounted the palomino expertly, and flashed Ingrid a wide smile.
She had to be alone and go over every detail of what she had just seen, and what Mrs.
Foster had told her about enjoying a boy friend. She dug her heels into the prancing
horse, forcing it into a fast gallop so that in a matter of seconds she was almost out of
sight.
Ingrid, meanwhile, was wandering over to where her husband and Cal Hawkins were
standing. "Morning, Mrs. Foster."
"Morning, Mr. Hawkins." She returned his smile and noted how his eyes had rested
briefly on her tits. She obligingly tucked the knitted top into her shorts more securely
so that the high, perfectly rounded domes were more pronounced than ever. "That
looked like a good take."
"Sure did." He allowed himself one more stare at the healthy tits before smiling and
shaking Martin Foster's hand. "Just send me the bill when you get around to it,
Martin," he said, moving out of the way as Earl Esmond brought the mare and started
coaxing the panting animal into the trailer.
After breakfast, when she had cleaned up the kitchen, Ingrid was still restlessly
frustrated from the horse-fucking. They had always affected her that way, ever since she
had first witnessed one as a little girl. Now she debated whether or not she changed
into jodhpurs and sweater and enjoy a fast ride in the woods, but then finally she
decided to enjoy a lazy afternoon, and she wandered over to the stables where some
riders were just leaving as others were arriving.
In the main stable, she stepped to one side as Earl Esmond staggered by carrying a
heavy bag of oats. He was a dark, good-looking young man of twenty or twenty-one,
and he was sweating profusely, giving him a virile, capable look that had Ingrid's tits all
tingling again.
"Ma'am," he managed to gasp as he past by. "I've just given Toby and Tanya fresh
bedding."
"Thanks, Earl," she said. Toby and Tanya were two Shetland ponies she had impulsively
bought at a horse show two months ago. For some reason Earl had taken an instant
liking to the small, placid little ponies, attending to their every need even though he
and Fred had more work now than they could handle.
Halfway along the huge stable, she stopped to watch Judy Connors, who was wiping
down the palomino. "Have a good ride, Judy?" she asked, unconsciously putting her
arm around the young girl.
"A great ride, thanks, Mrs. Foster." Ingrid squeezed the girl's waist. "That's a girl," she
said, smiling. "You got over your excitement, did you?"
Crimson crept into the teenager's face. "Of course," she said a little nervously. It had
been five minutes after starting her ride before she had realized how really wet her
crotch had been. Then the movement of the pommel of the saddle against her cunt had
gently but effectively aroused her clit. A few minutes later and she had been forced to
buck and thrust her young hips in a rhythm of fucking that had finally released her
bursting orgasm, soaking her panties and even the thick, heavy material of her riding
pants.
Ingrid squeezed the girl's waist again, and then almost without thinking, moved her
hand upward to cup and squeeze one excited little tit. "I didn't realize how fast you
were growing up, Judy," she said, smiling as the teenager gave a pronounced shiver.
"You're coming along nicely. Don't forget what I told you about seeing me, if you ever
want a friend and you to be alone."
Judy gave another shudder as Mrs. Foster's marvelous hand continued to squeeze gently
over her tit. "I... I... I won't," she managed to stammer, unable to believe the
excruciating excitement now racing through her cunt.
"That's a girl." Ingrid gave the tit one last affectionate little pull, her fingers briefly
finishing up on the startled little nipple which was forcing itself eagerly against the
material of the girl's sweater. "I'm just going to check on the two ponies."
Judy fought for breath as Mrs. Foster started away. Impulsively, she put the brush on
the shelf nearby, and started after the older woman. "Would you mind if I come too?"
she asked, an urge to stay with Mrs. Foster suddenly overtaking her.
Ingrid turned and smiled. "Of course, Judy." She held out her hand, pleased that the
young girl had apparently thought nothing of having her tits squeezed. In no time at
all, she was sure she could have Judy ready for a little more exciting sex.
At the pen at the far end of the barn where the Shetland ponies were housed, Ingrid
opened the little gate. Both animals were lying down after having been fed.
"Aren't they adorable?" cried Judy enthusiastically.
"They certainly are." Ingrid dropped to her knees in the fresh bed of new straw
alongside Toby, who had raised his head and brayed as the two women joined them. He
brayed again as Ingrid ran one hand along the pony's side and over its thigh. "Have
you seen his cock?"
Judy, who had just joined Mrs. Foster on her knees, almost choked, but cleared her
throat. "No," she managed to gasp, her eyes taking in the way Mrs. Foster's fingers
were groping between the pony's thighs.
"It's small and very nice." Ingrid focused her big eyes on the helmet-like head of the
animal's cock as it started to appear from the thick sheath of brown skin. "There it
comes," she said softly, her voice streaked with excitement. "Now it's coming
beautifully." She was gently rubbing at the pulsing cock, the pony lying back
contentedly as the soft fingers coaxed and pleased its itching cock. When it was five or
six inches long, Ingrid wrapped her fingers carefully around the warm, throbbing stem.
"So warm and soft, it's just like a boy's."
Judy was staring, unbelieving, at the powerful little cock and the way Mrs. Foster was
avidly fondling it. She sucked in her breath, the tingling in her tits starting once more.
"Yes, he's just like a boy," smiled Ingrid, her own tits and cunt now blazing out of
control. "He loves to have it rubbed, doesn't he?"
Judy said nothing although the pony was obviously enjoying it.
"Would you like to feel it?"
Judy swallowed hard and continued staring at the huge cock which was pulsing
hungrily from the top of Mrs. Foster's fist.
"Here, I'll help you." She took the young girl's hand, opened the fingers and then
clasped them over the rigid length of cock as she withdrew her own hand. "There!
Doesn't it feel marvelous?"
For one frightening moment, Judy thought she would faint. Never in her life had she
been so excited. It was just as if the column of warm, exquisitely smooth cock was alive.
She clasped it tightly and rubbed it erratically. Then, to her surprise and startled shock,
the end of the pulsing cock ejected a fine spray of hot jism, taking her by surprise as it
showered the front of her pants. "Golly!" she gasped, still holding the stiff cock as more
cum bubbled from the throbbing knob-like head.
"Lovely!" cried Ingrid, laughing at the teenager's bewildered expression. "That's what a
boy does if you excite him properly."
"He does?" asked Judy, now completely bewildered and staring at the droplets of jism
on her riding pants.
"Now rub him gently. That's it. Oh, he loves that, and doesn't it feel wonderful?"
"Yes." Judy had no idea why it should, but she had to admit it did. Her little tits were
on fire and the ache in her cunt was indescribable. She was tempted to move her free
hand to her tits or into her crotch to stroke at her cunt, but she was afraid of what Mrs.
Foster might think. While she was still deciding, Mrs. Foster solved the problem for
her.
To Ingrid, the young girl's enthusiasm was nothing short of fantastic, and an answer to
her prayers. She had discovered that the pony liked to have its cock rubbed quite by
accident. The cock was startlingly similar to Martin's. Consequently, she had relieved
her own sexual frustration on several occasions with a little friendly arousing of the
Shetland's handsome cock. Now, watching Judy and the young girl's busy hand, an
overwhelming urge to help the girl swept into her mind. A moment later and she had
furtively run her arms around the teenager's quivering young body, her hands going to
the thrusting little tits and squeezing them gently in time to the girl's hand.
"There," Ingrid whispered, beside herself with excitement, the crotch of her shorts
uncomfortably wet as her own cum oozed out of her yearning, aching cunt. "That feels
wonderful, doesn't it?"
"Ooooooh, God!"
"Yes, he loves that and he loves you for doing it."
"It's so hot and smooth and feels like it's alive."
The sweater was frustrating her, and Ingrid ran one hand down to the hem, reaching
up inside to cup and feel the perky little tit through the wispy little bra. Her thumb and
forefinger found the tiny nipple which blossomed to her touch.
"That feels really good, doesn't it?" she asked, noting how the young girl shook and
trembled each time she plucked at the startled little nipple.
"Y-y-yes," Judy stammered, the pony's stiff prick hardening suddenly in her hand.
"Oh... oh..."
Ingrid saw what was happening at the last moment. "Use your other hand too!" she
cried, not caring now what they did, or what Judy Connors thought. "That's it!" she
said excitedly, "you always use two hands when a boy gets excited."
Judy's eyes were hazy with lust. She worked both hands frantically on the throbbing
cock, not sure what to do but wanting, for some reason which baffled her, to give the
gasping animal as much pleasure as possible.
"Golly!" she gasped as every vein and every muscle on the pony's straining prick was
suddenly visible. "Oh golly!"
Then, almost without thinking, her dainty hands were clutching at the thrusting shaft,
holding it in place as the excited pony tried to jerk its powerful hips. A few seconds
more and the cock was a streaming geyser, the hot gushing cum bursting from the head
in a huge stream that almost took her breath away.
"Wow! Oh man, wow!" Judy exclaimed.
Only then did she realize Mrs. Foster had somehow lifted the little bra over her raging
tits, and now the older woman's fingers were massaging her tits like they'd never been
massaged before.
Ingrid watched the girl hold onto the massive cock until the outpourings had ceased.
Her hands worked diligently over the straining teenager's writhing body, concentrating
mainly on the hard little tits with their swollen little nipples, but occasionally moving
one hand downward into the elastic of the girl's bikini briefs. Then, with an enormous
spasm of her own which racked her entire body, she pulled the young girl back against
her, her hands kneading and milking at the fabulous young tits, Judy groaning with
relief as her orgasm shivered through the tunnel of her young, eager little cunt.


Chapter 2

Ingrid reined the palomino stallion to a halt and waited for Linda Stevens to join her. It
was Sunday afternoon, and Martin had gone to Bridgetown to see a new shipment of
horses a friend of his had imported from Ireland.
Ingrid would have liked to have gone, but the two senior stable hands had Sundays off
and that would have left no one to keep an eye on the younger riders who enjoyed
taking the various ponies and horses for an afternoon ride.
"I'm going to take a shower, Linda. Would you like to join me?" Ingrid's eyes just
naturally went to the voluptuous beauty of Linda Stevens' tits, which were rising and
falling inside the almost sheer white blouse the young woman was wearing.
Linda gave a weak, halfhearted smile, but nodded her head enthusiastically. At twentyone, 
she boasted a stunning figure which curdled the balls of every healthy male in the
county, the full ripe tits hanging from high on her rib cage with practially no sag, to
thrust arrogantly outward against the thin nylon of her blouse. Somewhat retarded at
an earlier age, Linda had shown signs of improvement over the years. Then, by some
stroke of good fortune, her mother had thought of the riding school, and to everyone's
delight, Linda had taken to horses with such enthusiasm that she now spent every
single day at Oakville Acres.
To Ingrid, Linda's arrival at the club had been nothing short of an answer to a prayer.
The girl's natural shapeliness and subdued sexuality had easily aroused Ingrid,
reminding her of her own lesbian love affairs at the private schools she had attended.
That and the way the raven-haired beauty was so naturally silent, had allowed Ingrid to
throw caution to the wind, so that now she had no difficulty or any qualms, for that
matter, of relieving her own sexual frustrations with the help of the attractive girl.
At the stables, Ingrid was pleased to see her stepson Bobby and another boy preparing
to saddle two ponies. "Be a darling and look after our horses," she said, dismounting
from the palomino.
"Sure." Bobby's eyes had moved quickly to take in the twin mounds of Linda Stevens'
beautiful tits as the girl swung her leg out of the saddle. Most of the young boys
attending the riding school had found it easy and quite exciting to run a hand over
Linda's firm, round ass without fear of a reprimand. Some had even touched her
magnificent tits, and she had only smiled in return.
Bobby had never quite gotten up enough courage to touch her tits, but they fascinated
him immensely. So much so that at night, in the security of his own bed, it would be
Linda's tits he would be playing with as his fingers coaxed and rubbed at his stiff little
prick.
"You go ahead, Mom. Jamie and I will take care of them now."
In the house, Major, the Foster's three-year-old German shepherd, joined them
enthusiastically from his sleeping place beneath the kitchen table.
"Major's pleased to see you." Ingrid watched the other girl grapple with the frisky dog,
finally managing to wrap her arms around the dog's neck and hold it tightly against her
face. "Don't strangle him, darling," laughed Ingrid, the position of the girl having
parted the lapels of her white blouse so that Ingrid could see the melon-like tits hanging
in all their glory. "Come along, Linda, and we'll have our shower."
In the bedroom, Ingrid slowly removed her clothes as she watched Linda and the dog
wrestle and play on the thick fuck carpeting of the bedroom. Linda was giving little
cries of delight as she tried to catch the animal's swishing tail.
"Okay," said Ingrid a little impatiently, prying her skimpy, bikini-style panties over her
hips and down her thighs and legs, before holding out her hand, "let's get our shower
over with, and then you can play with Major."
The girl obediently struggled to her feet and came to stand in front of Ingrid, her eyes
only briefly taking in the pointed, swollen tits of the older woman. Then she stood
silently still as Ingrid's hands deftly disrobed her so that a moment later she stood
perfectly nude and unconcerned as Ingrid studied the magnificent body of the twenty
one-year-old woman.
Ingrid's hands came out and molded themselves over the beautiful tits, her fingers
pressing into the base of each huge globe.
"Those are beautiful, Linda," she murmured, unable to believe the sensational streaks of
ecstasy now raging around her own loins. "Just beautiful," she went on, drawing her
fingers upward over the silky flesh until her fingertips were tugging on the stiffening
nipples.
Linda shivered then. She had been staring down to where Major had been lying
waiting, his tail moving languidly from side to side. Now she turned her face toward
Ingrid, a beseeching, hungry look in her eyes.
"Yes, you like me doing that, don't you, Linda?" The feel of the warm, succulent flesh
of the girl's tits was indescribable. Again her fingers moved upward, grappling at the
fully swollen nipples and pulling on them in a series of twisting little jerks that had the
excited tits quivering and straining in anticipation.
For the first time Linda's face creased into a wide grin and her hands flew out to
Ingrid's hips, pulling them against hers until their pubic mounds were crushed
together.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Linda?" She kneaded and squeezed at the fantastic tits, but
always her fingers finished up on the fully blossomed nipples.
Then, as the excited girl shuddered once more, Ingrid slowly slipped one hand behind
the trembling young body, running her fingertips down the jerking, straining spine to
finally encase and squeeze the firm, round ass.
"Very nice," she whispered, the burning heat of the girl's flaming cunt hair sending
waves of yearning all through Ingrid's groin.
Linda gave a broken little sob and threw her arms around the older woman's neck,
sinking her face into the warm, soft crease of her neck. The hand on her tit and the
other on her ass were having their usual magical effect, arousing her to the heights of
bliss from which she never wanted to return. She clung to the smooth, satiny body of
her riding teacher, as if by doing so, she could somehow stay forever in its warmth.
Ingrid kissed the girl's hair. "Yes," she murmured soothingly, "you're an affectionate
little thing, aren't you?" She gently moved her hips in a slow, circular motion, her own
cunt hair matting against the thick muff of the younger girl.
Linda lifted her face from the softness of Ingrid's neck. She was breathing more quickly
and her eyes were filled with a haze of lust. She held her face to one side, her mouth
partially open. Then, with a sigh of relief she accepted the full sensuous lips of Ingrid
Foster.
They held the kiss, Ingrid's busy hands continuing the affectionate squeezing and
kneading of the fully ripened tit and the gently squirming ass. For almost five minutes,
both women were content to savor the sweetness of the other's mouth. Then Ingrid
pierced the girl's lips with her tongue, a darting ache of excitement sweeping through
her own tits as Linda moaned gratefully and began sucking, like a child on a mother's
nipple, at the hot, sticky column of her tongue.
Neither woman was aware how long they stood there soaking up each other's affection.
Ingrid suffered the first of a series of mini-orgasms, the thick cum bubbling out of her
twitching cunt and dribbling teasingly down one thigh. She still fanned one hand over
the curved beauty of the fabulous ass, but then she allowed her fingers to trail
downward to the velvety smooth column of a thigh.
For several minutes she stroked and touched the quivering flesh, smiling to herself as
Linda suddenly gave a broken sob and folded one knee, bringing the thigh upward on
the outside of Ingrid's. A split second later and Ingrid's fingers were moving again, this
time touching here and there along the outside of the gorgeous thigh as the girl
mumbled excitedly. Then, almost indifferently, Ingrid moved her hand over the girl's
rounded ass, her middle finger sinking unerringly into the wet gash of Linda's oily cunt.
"Aaaagh..." Linda's mouth burst from Ingrid's hot, wet lips. She clung desperately to
her teacher as the inch of hard, teasing finger began a to-and-fro motion that was
sending thrilling streaks of ecstasy all through her cunt. "Aaaagh!" she wailed, unable to
believe the bewildering little shocks which were mounting in her cunt. She raised her
folded knee some more, grateful when it hung precariously on Ingrid's hip so that
Ingrid's teasing finger could now insert itself more boldly in the boiling swamp of her
cunt.
"Yes, yes, darling," murmured Ingrid, almost beside herself with growing excitement.
"You're ready for a good thick piece of cock, aren't you, darling?" She squeezed the very
end of the enormous tit in time to the rhythm of her finger in the clutching little cunt.
"I wish I knew where to get some," she said dreamily, "I could do with about eight or
nine inches myself."
Ingrid kept her finger working in and out of the clutching little cuntlips, occasionally
surprising the girl by deftly touching the little clit which would spring back eagerly for
more attention. Each time she did so, Linda would thrust her young, warm hips jerkily
in a spasm of joy.
"Yes, my darling," Ingrid whispered, as the excited girl thrust again, "you're awfully
excited today, aren't you? And so affectionate."
The girl's hands were erratically roaming all over Ingrid's back and sending wild,
uncontrolled shivers all through her veins. She moved her hand from the magnificent
tit to Linda's shoulder. Then, she exerted enough pressure to reassure the girl who, with
a broken sigh, slowly fell to her knees, shivering and trembling with unmitigated lust.
"Ah, I see what you want," Ingrid murmured dreamily, the sight of the beautiful young
woman naked on her hands and knees sending another wave of lust through her cunt.
She straightened up, squaring her shoulders without thinking, and put one hand on the
girl's head.
"You want to make love to Ingrid, don't you, darling?" She spread her feet some more,
to give the girl room. Then, as if she were guiding a young horse to water, she gently
moved the girl's head toward her trembling thighs, the first touch of the eager mouth
on her cuntlips almost driving her insane.
For several minutes Linda was content to nuzzle her mouth against the pouting cuntlips
of her teacher. Occasionally, she inserted her tongue between the bloated folds,
delighted at the shuddering response her tongue could bring. She did it more often,
Ingrid's urgent cries making Linda more determined and consequently more efficient at
arousing the excited woman. She wedged her nose against the hard pubic bone, the thin
strands of blonde cunt hair tickling her nose. Then she industriously licked through the
swampy gash of the pulsing cunt.
Ingrid, meanwhile, was in a daze of hungry lust. Never had Linda performed so
thoroughly, and the yearning for a fucking almost made her faint. She stared down at
the gently swaying body of the girl for a moment, moving her hand from the girl's head
and onto the soft, ivory-smooth shoulders. Then with a startled cry as Linda adjusted
her head so that she could face upward and delicately lick at the bubbling cunt, Ingrid
ran her hands downward over the shimmering beauty of the girl's back, crouching over
in order to reach the softly rounded ass. A moment later and she had inserted her
finger into Linda's gulping hole, the cuntlips appearing to suck at the finger and try to
suck it in.
For several minutes Ingrid worked her finger in time to the darting, teasing tongue. An
orgasm burst with unexpected fury in Ingrid's cunt, almost drowning Linda, who
hadn't been expecting it. Then, as if to get even, Linda's hips worked furiously, a deluge
of cunt juice covering Ingrid's finger and dripping to the floor.
Almost immediately Major, who had been watching the proceedings with more than a
passing interest, slowly struggled to his feet. His head was stretched out and his nose
twitching from side to side. It was several minutes before Ingrid noticed. When she did,
she withdrew her dripping finger and held out her hand, a slow, excited smile creasing
her beautiful face as the big dog eagerly and hungrily licked at her fingers.
"Mnnn... that's good, fella, isn't it?" Ingrid's hips were now moving in a gentle
thrusting motion against the younger woman's urgent mouth. "Wonderful, darling!"
she gasped, now beside herself with excitement and drawing her fingers back from the
excited dog as it eagerly followed. She sank her finger once more into the pulsing cunt,
Linda arching herself gratefully as the finger slid effortlessly up into the swampy heat. A
moment later she had extracted it again, holding it for Major who licked at it hungrily.
"Beautiful, darling, and so nourishing!"
The German shepherd's nose was now only an inch from the curved beauty of Linda
Stevens' ass. It didn't notice the beauty, but the scent of fresh cunt juice and the
plentiful supply was quite obvious. It abandoned the fingers which had taken but a
moment to dry, then with a whinnying cry, it moved to the source of the delicious
juice. A split second later and the dog's long pink tongue had made its first sweep over
the bubbling cunt, gathering in the fresh, creamy liquid and filling the tormented
animal with an urgent desire for more.
To Linda, the brush of the tongue was no different from the previous stroking of
Ingrid's finger. But then the second, more deliberate sweep of Major's tongue including
a deep penetration of her aching, yearning cunt, and she gave a frail, pleading groan. A
moment later and the excited animal had learned the most successful way to retrieve a
sufficient supply of the delectable liquid. Only then did Linda fully appreciate the deep,
penetrating insertion of a long, unbelievably spongy tongue in her cunt.
She held her tongue between Ingrid's swollen cuntlips as a wave of excruciating ecstasy
swept upward to her tits. The dog's tongue was ravishing her thoroughly, and she
couldn't be sure she could endure the mounting excitement. Faster and faster the sliver
of hot, meaty tongue swept up and down her quivering cunt, reaching and reaching
ever farther and higher in an effort to lick and suck at the flow of fresh cream.
"Aaagh..." Linda groaned, almost passing out and arching her back even more in order
to give the dog's flicking, darting tongue more room.
Ingrid was so excited her orgasms were bursting in wild abandon. Linda had done an
excellent job of lapping up the flow of cum, but now Linda was merely kneeling there,
her mouth at the swollen, quivering cuntlips, but simply holding her mouth rigid as
wave after wave of pleasure burst in her own cunt.
Ingrid promptly reached to either side of the girl, her hands going under to where the
magnificent tits were hanging, their big nipples like huge nuggets, waiting to be
chewed. With a cry, Ingrid caught at the nipples, unmercifully twisting and pulling on
them, the girl beneath her going into a series of shudders as the dog, sensing the
urgency now mounting, began a rapid, darting flurry of penetrations with its tongue.
For some reason which baffled her, Ingrid left one swinging tit and reached for the dog,
her fingers closing on the collar to pull and yank at the startled animal which was
unwilling to leave the bountiful supply of cunt juice. A few seconds later and the dog
was staggering, tripping and falling between the legs and feet of the kneeling girl, the
hot cunt juice dripping from its jowls and its forefeet slipping crazily from the sides of
the trembling girl's back.
Ingrid had but a brief glimpse of the four inches of shimmering cock before the
animal's haunches were nuzzling the rounded ass of the tearful Linda. It appeared to
thrust itself avidly against the soft roundness of the beautiful ass in a series of wild
lunges as it tried to steady its paws on the trembling shoulders of the girl. Then, with
startling suddenness, the cock found the hole, and as Linda cried out ecstatically, the
long slender cock of the excited animal sank to the hilt in the hot, oily tunnel of the
girl's clutching cunt.
"Marvelous!" Ingrid couldn't believe that what was happening was really true. She had
read somewhere that women and dogs could make fantastic sex partners with a little
practice. Now she was sure she had been right in at least trying to make the animal
fuck Linda. She shrieked delightedly as she watched, spellbound, as the scene unfolded,
the dog whining and panting at the same time, its feet frantically trying to exert as
much lift to its hindquarters as possible as it hungrily sought to sink its excited cock as
far as possible into the welcoming cunt.
To Linda, the excruciating build-up to her orgasm was overwhelming. She began a
steady thrusting with her hips against the penetrating cock, an unbelievable feeling of
mounting excitement raging through her entire body. Ingrid had lovingly gone back to
milking and squeezing her fabulous tits, the dog's breath in her face as she leaned over
the excited Linda adding to her own excitement.
A few more moments of urgent fucking and the animal readied itself for the first
searing spurt of hot jism. It hung there precariously while it enjoyed the tingling, rising
sensation. Then, with a renewed effort, it spread its furry legs over the girl's shoulders
and gave one tremendous thrust after another. A moment later Linda groaned as first
one and then another and another hot gob of boiling cum spurted from the dog's cock
and hurtled up her clasping cunt. Later, when they lay exhausted and Major was
moving from one pair of outspread legs to the other, licking and lapping at the pulsing
cunts, Ingrid turned and gently played with the nearest of Linda's tits.
"You did beautifully, darling," Ingrid murmured, watching the big brown nipple stiffen.
It had always amazed her how easily Linda's tits could be aroused. "Did you like your
first piece of real cock?"
Linda could only nod her head. She was still panting from the exertion, and the
continued licking by the dog was failing to bring the relief her body desired. "It was
nice," she admitted at last, her hand going out to cover Ingrid's in a gesture of affection.
"Would you like to do it again sometime?"
Linda nodded her head and at the same time shivered as Major returned to licking her
cunt. This time she bent her knees, drawing them up and then flinging them to each
side, exposing the lush mat of hair and her oozing cunt for the dog's benefit.
"Well," grinned Ingrid, her own excitement mounting as she raised herself on one
elbow in order to view the scene more thoroughly, "I think you and Major are going to
be good friends from now on, if this little exhibition is anything to go by."
She leaned over and squeezed the girl's fabulous tit, then began sucking her excited
nipples as the big dog licked her wantonly displayed and pulsating cunt through
another shattering climax.


Chapter 3

Martin Foster stopped long enough on the verandah steps to light his first cigar of the
day. Then he skipped lightly down the few steps to the pathway leading to the stables
on the other side of the wide expanse of the front yard. As he did so a big powder-blue
Caddy swept into the compound to slide to a halt beside him.
"Hi, Martin, how are you this morning?"
It was Linda Stevens' mother dropping Linda off for the day, and a quiver of excitement
rippled unexpectedly through Martin's balls.
"Hi, Maureen! How's the world treating you?" Maureen Stevens had been the first girl
Martin had ever fucked, and even after thirty-five years she could still manage to send
that thrill through his balls whenever they met.
"You're looking very good." She didn't see Martin Foster very often, but what had
happened thirty-five years ago still gave her that subdued, titillating feeling in her tits
whenever she talked to him. She had read somewhere that the first fuck was the one a
girl remembers best, and although they had fucked only that once, and with all the wild
enthusiasm of two teenagers trying to learn everything in a frantic few minutes, every
little detail was etched vividly in her memory. She kept her hands on the steering wheel
of the Caddy as he came and stood beside the door looking down at her.
"I'm fit as a fiddle. You're looking pretty good yourself." The halter top she was wearing
was sagging loosely, giving him a magnificent view of her splendid tits. Briefly he
wondered if she was doing it on purpose.
"Just living the good life." She hadn't fucked again after that night with Martin, until
she had met Cam Stevens and decided she would marry him. Even then, she had
successfully resisted any attempts by Cam to get his big cock into her until a week
before the wedding. "I'm like Ingrid," she went on, smiling, "enough money, lots of
help around the house and a devoted husband."
Her tits were like big globes, waiting to be sucked and fondled, and he was glad he was
wearing the heavy jodhpurs and not slacks. His cock was stirring ominously, fighting
for room in the confinement of his undershorts. He watched Linda as she edged her
long legs out of the door on the other side.
When the girl was out and had started walking toward the stables, Maureen Stevens
looked up, a serious expression on her face. She removed one hand from the steering
wheel and put it over Martin's hand which was resting on the door. "I don't know what
we would have done without Ingrid's riding school. You've no idea what a Godsend it
is to Cam and I being able to bring her here every morning for the day."
The new position of Maureen's hand gave him an even clearer view of the nearest tit.
He could even see the broad circle above the luscious nipple, the outline of which was
clearly visible through the thin material of the halter top. "I think it's done her a lot of
good. She's becoming quite an accomplished rider, you know."
"It's great, and we were right in deciding to try her here. All those schools in New York
were doing nothing for her, and she was miserable being away from home."
"I agree, and everyone around here loves her. It's just as if they didn't notice there was
anything wrong with her. In fact, frankly, Maureen, I'm not so sure there is that much
wrong with her. She understands everything you say to her, and she learns as fast if not
faster than other girls her own age."
They both watched the voluptuous girl as she disappeared through the big doors of the
main stable. The jodhpurs she was wearing accentuated her nicely rounded hips, the
tailored fabric fitting her beautifully curved ass perfectly so that every male from 
fifteenyear-old Bobby Foster to Martin himself never failed to take in the sexy sight 
whenever the opportunity presented itself.
"She's developing into a beautiful young woman," Martin said.
Maureen nodded her head thoughtfully. "And that has us worried too. She has the
natural urges and doesn't know how to handle them. Society rules mean nothing to her
so you can never be sure what she might do when she gets the urge. We took her to
Dr. Mowbray last month and she's on the Pill, just in case."
"Really?" The idea of the luscious creature being on the Pill had brought an intensified
ache to his balls.
"Well, naturally, we don't advertise the fact. Some men would get the wrong impression
and think we were wanting to get her laid."
"I suppose they would." He managed to keep his eyes from those gorgeous tits cradled
so seductively in the front of the halter. "Although I think things work themselves out.
I mean, maybe not for Linda, but for ordinary boys and girls when it comes to sex." He
had to make some remark like that on the few occasions they met and talked, just to
remind her they had fucked over thirty years ago.
"I suppose they do," she admitted, annoyed at herself when she could feel herself
blushing. She'd never been unfaithful since she and Cam had married, but
subconsciously over the years she had nursed the feeling that a fucking by Martin
Foster could hardly be considered an act of infidelity. After all he had fucked her before.
She looked up in time to catch him staring longingly at her tits, and she promptly
returned her hand to the wheel. The talk about Linda being on the Pill had somehow
fostered a feeling between herself and Martin again. She found it a little startling and at
the same time a little frightening. "Well, I guess I'd better get back," she said. "The four
of us should get together sometime. No one would ever suspect we live only two miles
apart."
"We should." He said it with conviction, knowing that an evening together could prove
pretty erotic if nothing else. "I'll talk to Ingrid and perhaps we can make it soon."
She turned on the ignition, the big Caddy engine throbbing to life instantly and
frightening two horses which had just left the stable, the young riders having difficulty
controlling them. "And thanks again for everything you're doing for Linda."
He stepped back from the door of the Caddy. "That's Ingrid's department," he said,
"but I do think Linda enjoys it here."
"I know she does." She allowed the car to roll away. "Thanks again, Martin."
In the main stable, Linda had sauntered down the full length of the main aisle, glancing
from side to side at each stall, looking for Fred Dempster or Earl Esmond. Other riders
were saddling horses and ponies, most riders having been assigned an animal of their
own. Ingrid, however, had never chosen a specific horse for Linda, preferring to let the
girl choose one on her own. After all, Ingrid had reasoned when talking it over with
Martin, it was most un-likely that Linda could ever qualify for an appearance in a horse
show.
At the last stall, Linda looked longingly at the two Shetland ponies, which were busy
munching oats in the corner of the stall. She reached over and rubbed Tanya's ear, the
silky softness delighting the young woman and making her smile affectionately. Then
she abruptly left them, wandering back through the long stable, the faint smile
widening as various riders spoke to her in greeting.
Halfway back, she stopped and entered a double stall housing two appaloosa ponies
which were being readied by Bobby Foster and his friend Jamie Hellerman. "Hi!" she
said brightly. "Hi, Bobby!"
Both boys had turned as she had entered the stall, their eyes immediately filling with
raw lust as they focused them avidly on the beautiful thrusting tits.
"Hi, Linda!" they chorused enthusiastically. At fifteen, both boys had grown to be close
friends, masturbating together while taking a rest in the woods while out riding, and
trying to solve the mysteries of sex which they found overpowering.
Linda smiled at each boy affectionately as she moved between them to the head of the
stall before turning and placing a hand on the nose of each pony and then stroking it
with loving attention. The movement of her hands and arms made her magnificent tits
rise and fall behind the crisp white blouse she was wearing, bringing searing darts of
ecstasy to the loins of each boy.
"Jeez," groaned Jamie, who was a little more outgoing than his friend Bobby. "What a
pair of tits!" Unable to contain himself any longer, he moved cautiously nearer to his
pony's head, his eyes glued to the gently swaying domes of Linda's tits. "Going for a
ride, Linda?" he asked, his voice soft and yet husky with growing lust.
She nodded her head, but otherwise ignored him, a little smile curving the corners of
her full, sensuous lips. Even when his hand had furtively moved around her to feel her
ass, she appeared to not notice even though his fingers immediately closed over the
fantastically curved ass-cheek.
The boys had yet to find an outlet for their growing sexuality. Linda had proved to be a
possible outlet, but as yet, they had no idea what direction to take, with the result that
over the past three months they had concentrated their efforts on feeling her ass. Then
two or three weeks ago, Jamie had taken the unprecedented step of touching one tit, the
shock ripping through his genitals and making his young cock jerk uncontrollably, so
that he had immediately pulled his hand away.
Later, he had proudly shown Bobby his cum-covered prick, unable himself to believe
the exquisite torture he had withstood during that first feel of Linda's gorgeous tit.
Bobby had tried it only last week and he could still remember the trembling in his legs
as he had floated one hand under and then over the girl's outthrust tit. Never had he
imagined anything could feel so wonderful, and the fact that Linda had completely
ignored his advances had, if anything, made it more exciting.
He promptly moved closer to his friend and Linda, his eyes glazed over as the urgent
blaze of lust was settling in his balls. His cock was already stirring in anticipation and
he pulled at the crotch of his riding pants, trying to give his prick more room. A
moment later and he was bravely moving one hand to join Jamie's, the two touching
momentarily until they finally took possession of one curved ass-cheek each.
Linda continued her stroking of the long narrow nose of each pony, completely
ignoring the horny young boys whose little pricks were each up-thrust and pulsing.
The boys had to withdraw their hands when a rider went by the end of the stall, but
then they promptly turned their attention back to the girl's ass, darting thrills of bliss
coursing through their young, taut balls as their hands avidly clutched and squeezed the
firm cheeks of Linda's beautiful ass.
"Golly!" stammered Bobby, beside himself with a growing urge he couldn't even
understand. He watched fascinated as Jamie's other hand came up cautiously, hesitated,
and then cupped the nearest tit. "Golly!" he whispered again, trying to figure out why
he was getting so excited when it was his friend's hand now holding the fabulous tit.
Jamie made a choking sound and moved his hand daringly over the entire tit. "I
wonder... I wonder... if she'd let us see it? Do you... do you think she'd really let 
us... I mean..." His voice trailed off as the jerking of his young prick increased.
Bobby, who had been about to have his second feel of the beautiful tit, changed his
mind at the last moment. Jamie's suggestion had made his own cock finally stretch
completely upright inside his pants to throb and jerk almost painfully. "Gee!" he
mumbled, unable to believe the excruciating agony now raging in his balls. "We'd
better not try anything like that."
"She doesn't seem to notice," Jamie said.
"No, but she might tell."
Jamie thought about it, reluctant to stop the fantastic sensation just feeling the girl's tit
was giving him. Finally, with a shudder, and as he heard the approach of another rider
down the aisle of the stable, he moved his hand away.
Both boys had barely moved more than a foot away from the girl, who continued to
stroke the soft noses of the ponies, then Earl Esmond appeared at the entrance to the
stall.
"There you are, Linda darling," he said brightly. "Want me to get you a horse?" He
suspected the two young boys had been feeling Linda's ass. He had caught them before,
reprimanding them and at the same time feeling jealous at their success.
Linda placed a kiss on each of the ponies' noses and sighed. "Yes," she said simply,
moving between the two trembling boys to join Earl, who had started down the stable.
"How about a pinto today? Think you could handle Dawson?"
She flashed Earl a wide smile and nodded her head enthusiastically.
"You'll have to be careful with him." The pinto stallion was three years old and inclined
to be frisky.
At the pinto's stall she clapped her hands, making her tits move independently behind
the thin nylon of the blouse as she watched Earl saddle and ready the animal. For some
reason she didn't understand, her eyes were forever roaming over the quivering muscles
of Earl's chest and shoulders. A funny little tingling feeling had settled in her cunt and
she shivered momentarily. Then, without thinking, as he straightened up from buckling
the cinch belt, her hand went out and touched his back.
Her fingers startled him, and when he turned his arm brushed the end of one outthrust
tit. "Jesus! Don't do that, darling," he said, purposely keeping his voice low and soft.
It had been over a month since he had sunk his big healthy cock into a warm,
welcoming cunt, and this fantastic piece of ass had always given him a hard-on from
the first day she had appeared at the stables.
"Dawson is all ready," he went on, clearing his throat and holding the stirrup. "I'll give
you a lift."
When his foot was in the stirrup and her hands on the pommel of the saddle, he
brought one hand under her beautiful ass, pushing her up until she flung one long leg
over and into place.
"Now you be careful, darling," he said, fighting the wave of sheer lust which was racing
through his groin. He patted her thigh as the horse backed out of the stall. "Better stick
to the regular trails. That way the other riders will always be near."
He watched the horse saunter through the stable, the girl's perfect body thrusting to
and fro with the movement of the horse.
"Jesus," he whispered, "what a piece of ass."
He scratched his balls thoughtfully, until Mrs. Foster walked through a door at the side
of the stable. When he had hastily moved his hand from his crotch, he almost groaned
in despair. Ingrid Foster was wearing a yellow sweater and jodhpurs, her sensational tits
hanging suspended and perfectly outlined.
"Jesus!" he groaned to himself. "What a fucking day!"
"Was that Linda on Dawson?" she asked, her eyes trying to take in the powerful
shoulders of the young man, without making it too obvious.
"Yes it was, ma'am." Linda Stevens could make his cock stir restlessly, but Mn. Foster
could make it ramrod hard in seconds. He tried to move constantly so that she
wouldn't see the bulge in his jeans. "She can handle him, don't you think?"
"I suppose she'll be all right, but I think you should check with me in the future. I
mean, where Linda is concerned. We wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would
we, Esmond?" She studied him through big blue eyes, the fingers of her free hand
purposely going to the waistband of her jodhpurs and pushing at her sweater.
"I try to look after her."
"I know you do, Esmond. Everyone is very good to her and Mr. Foster and I appreciate
it. It's a real responsibility because she's not exactly what you would call unattractive."
"You can say that again."
She was determined to tease him unmercifully. "I mean, she must appeal to a good
healthy male with that fabulous body of hers."
"She certainly does."
"I just wouldn't want any of the men around here getting into her."
Earl Esmond fought a shiver which was coursing down his spine. The expression Ingrid
had used had for some reason intensified the growing ache in his balls.
"No... eh... no, we wouldn't," he said, failing to hide a weak smile.
"Does she appeal to you, Esmond? I mean, am I right in thinking she would appeal to
any healthy male?"
"God, yes. I mean, she is attractive."
"There isn't anything going on I should know about, is there, Esmond? You sound
doubtful about something."
He had been tempted to mention one or two of the younger boys who had started the
habit of touching the beautiful girl, but the opportunity had never presented itself. For
some reason, he felt a duty to mention it. Yet there was no mistaking the fact that he
was envious of them. On the other hand, if anything did break, he too may become
involved and the last thing he wanted was anything that would cause him to lose the
job.
"Well is there?" asked Ingrid impatiently.
"I was going to mention that I did catch a couple of the young boys touching her here
and there."
"Good grief! Is that right?" Streaks of tingling pleasure had settled in her tits and then
moved dartingly down to her pulsing cunt. "You mean her..." She hesitated long
enough for him to raise his eyes so that he could see her touch her tit. "... her breasts?"
Earl made a choking sound and shuffled his feet. "Yes," he admitted, shifting one leg so
that the bulge of his cock would be less pronounced.
"Good grief! I'm glad you told me."
"I thought I should." Though he tried, he couldn't pull his eyes away from her hand
which was now cupped beneath her thrusting tit.
"Who were the boys?"
He gave her a wan smile. "I wouldn't want to say. I mean, I'm no tattle-tale."
She dropped her hand as there was no logical reason to cup her own tit. "I know you're
not, Esmond. It's just that – well – we just don't know how she would react if things
got out of hand. Better for me to quietly speak to the boys before anything happens. I
mean, most women – well – they sort of like having their... their breasts fondled... but,
well, we just don't know how Linda would take it."
Her words had the desired effect, she noted, as Earl went back to shuffling his feet
nervously. She squared her shoulders, allowing her tits to thrust even more against her
sweater.
"Well, I hate to do it, but I guess you're right," he said softly. "It was your own stepson,
Mrs. Foster, and his friend Jamie, but I wouldn't want them to know I told you. There
may be others but them I caught red-handed."
"You reprimanded them, I hope."
"Of course."
"Linda wasn't upset by it at all, was she."
"She didn't seem to notice."
"It was her... I mean, her..."
"Tits." He coughed nervously. "I mean, her breasts."
She flashed him a wide grin. "I know what you mean," she said, reaching out
unconsciously and putting her hand on his arm, surprised to find he was actually
trembling. "I won't say who told me, Esmond. You can be sure of that, and I'll have a
word with them."

* * *

That night, as Ingrid was brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror and waiting for
Martin to finish his shower, she still felt the effects of her conversation with Earl
Esmond. Her tits, she noticed, were fully ripened and the nipples beautifully exposed
and thrusting arrogantly against the flimsy nylon of her nightie.
She gave an exasperated sigh as she heard Martin turn off the shower, and fought an
impulse to walk into the bathroom without warning, take his cock in her hands and try
to make it hard for the fucking she was yearning for.
Instead, she continued brushing her honey-blonde hair, turning her head to one side
and then the other, the movement of her arms making her excited tits jiggle and
bounce.
When Martin finally came out of the bathroom, he was wearing only a towel around
his waist, which surprised her.
"Forgot my pajamas," he said.
Ingrid gave a short laugh, and watched him in the mirror. At fifty-five he was still trim
and athletic-looking, and the sight of his muscular body caused a new ache to quiver in
her cunt.
She waited until he had found clean pajamas in his dresser. Then she said, "Did I see
Maureen Stevens talking to you today after she let Unda out?"
He came and stood behind her, his eyes wavering momentarily before settling on the
reflection of her beautifully outlined tits. "Yes. I haven't seen Maureen in ages."
"She's usually here every day."
"I know, but I'm just not around, I guess."
"How does she feel Linda is getting along?"
"Great."
"That's good. She seemed to be doing well and she gets along with everyone."
Martin gave a funny little laugh. "She's been a little worried about Linda's growing up."
Ingrid stopped brushing and looked at him in the mirror.
"I guess she isn't too backward when it comes to sex and it has Maureen and Cam
worried," Martin said.
It was Ingrid's turn to laugh. "I don't blame them. The girl's a sexpot and doesn't know
it."
"Anyway, they've got her on the Pill, just in case." Ever since Maureen had told him, he
had been aware of a growing arousal in his balls every time he thought about the girl.
"Really? I hope Fred and Earl never hear about it, or they'll be fucking her before she
knows what's happening."
She watched the look in Martin's eyes, aware of the streaks of excitement which flitted
momentarily across them.
"Even Bobby and Jamie can't resist giving her a feel," she said.
He was standing with one hand on his hip, the other holding the pajamas. With a jolt
of lust, she thought she saw a growing bulge in the front of the towel.
She promptly turned on the vanity stool to face him. "We shouldn't mention this to
anyone, should we, Martin?" she asked, a serious expression on her face.
"No. Maureen doesn't want us to, naturally."
"I mean, when men know a woman is on the Pill, it makes them horny, doesn't it?"
"I... I... suppose it does, yes."
Ingrid decided it was time to throw caution to the wind. She continued combing with
one hand as she lifted the other, moving it slowly toward the towel and spreading her
fingers wide, placing her flat hand over the up-thrust column of his cock behind the
towel.
"It makes a girl inviting and vulnerable," she said softly, smiling up at him.
Her fingers closed in and he shivered uncontrollably, a hungry look appearing suddenly
in his eyes as Ingrid purposely squared her shoulders, making the big boobs more
impressive than ever.
"And it makes a man primed and ready just knowing a woman is vulnerable, doesn't it,
darling?"
She squeezed the up-thrust cock, delighted at the way things were going. She had never
tried talking sexy to Martin before, and she wondered why.
Martin moved his eyes back and forth between the jutting mounds of his wife's tits and
her gentle, caressing hand on the towel covering his cock. He gave an involuntary
shiver and then watched, fascinated, as her hand gave his raging cock another squeeze
before moving slowly and teasingly up to the edge of the towel. A moment later and the
towel had fallen at his feet, Ingrid's eyes wide and excited as she stared at the up-thrust
cock and the massive clump of heavy balls suspended underneath.
"Wow!" she cried, beside herself with growing lust. "What a cock, darling! I don't know
whether to be flattered or jealous."
Martin made a choking noise. He couldn't remember when he had been so horny
before. "What?" he asked, failing to understand the significance of her remark.
"Darling, I don't know whether your cock's gotten big for me or Linda Stevens."
She moved one hand under the massive clump of hairy, cum-filled balls, clutching them
lightly and tugging on them gently. At the same time, she dropped the comb from the
other hand, slowly clasping his straining cock and rubbing it gently up and down.
"But Linda isn't here and I am," she said gloatingly, her eyes focused on the flaring,
helmet-like head of the pulsing cock, and aware that Martin was trembling in
anticipation.
He dropped the pajamas and moved his hands toward her tits. "I... I... felt horny from
the moment I saw those," he mumbled, his hands finally cradling the magnificent tits,
the nylon of the flimsy nightie catching at his nails as he lifted the swollen globes.
But Ingrid didn't want to forget the fantasy she had just enjoyed. Just the thought of
watching Linda Stevens struggling and straining beneath the wildly thrusting body of
Martin as he fucked her was too exciting to put out of one's mind.
"Yes, but Linda would be a wonderful fuck, wouldn't she, Martin?" she asked softly, her
hands fondling the pulsing cock and swollen balls. "I mean, no one would ever know
about it, except us, and it's really what the girl needs. She loves sex and there's so little
else she enjoys, when it comes right down to it."
"She does?"
"Good heavens yes. She loves it when the boys touch and feel her."
"We should stop them." The thought of two young boys enjoying Linda's body was
more than he could stand.
"I'll speak to them," smiled Ingrid, the way his hands were working over her tits
bringing the first surging relief she had enjoyed in weeks. "Right now, you have to let
me take some of the excitement out of this fantastic cock of yours."
She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger, starting at the top of his cock and
taking all the surplus skin down to the thicker base. "Wow!" she whispered. "I've never
seen your cock so hard before!"
"You've never... never played..."
"You've never let me, darling!" she gasped.
Usually, she fondled his cock for a brief few moments, under the covers and often
through the fly of his pajamas. Just as she would get interested, he'd want to fuck her.
She pressed the circle of her fingers harder against his pelvic bone, his cock stretching
and straining as she forced it down into a horizontal position.
"That's enough cock for both Linda and me, darling."
She was determined to keep the image of the voluptuous Linda before his eyes, and she
smiled to herself as he gave an erotic shiver. Then he moved one foot away from the
other, giving her more room to work on his cock.
"That's better, darling," she murmured, clutching his swollen sac and pulling on it
firmly. "You're a real stallion tonight – so strong and capable-looking."
Martin emitted a soft groan. His hands kneaded and squeezed at the lusciously firm tits,
his thumbs teasingly darting over the bulging nipples as they pushed against the fabric
of her nightie. A moment later, a choking sound bursting in his throat, his hands
grappled wildly with the shoulder straps, finally prying them over her softly rounded
shoulders until he could press the elastic of the neckline down over her fabulous tits.
"God! What a pair of tits!" he gasped, his hands moving over them and milking them
furiously.
Ingrid laughed at his enthusiasm. His hips were giving little, involuntary jerks against
the pressure of her hand, his bloated, fully extended cock straining and throbbing.
"Why, darling, I've never seen you so excited before." She would have to remember that
he had to be talked to. "It's just as well Linda isn't here. You'd split the girl apart with
that monstrous cock."
She continued to make the huge prick stretch and strain as she fondled the heavy balls.
He had given the familiar little jerk at the mention of the girl's name.
"Of course, you could always fuck her afterwards, couldn't you, darling? When some of
the excitement was out of you." Again the startled little jerk. "I'll have to arrange it one
night, when the three of us are alone."
"No."
The silky soft tits were bringing him close to an orgasm. Never before had he noticed
the full glory of the exquisite softness and ripeness of her tits. Yet on more than one
occasion, he had watched the stable hands, particularly Earl and Fred, ogle the beautiful
body of his wife as she had walked by or ridden past on one of the horses.
"No. No, we mustn't," he croaked, trying to dispel the thought of him fucking the
beautiful young girl who up to now he had only felt sympathy for.
Ingrid had just concentrated on gathering the surplus skin from around the huge shaft,
finally moving her hand down the length of thick cock until her fingers were scratching
in the heavy forest of bristly hair.
"Of course you will," she murmured, watching the cock give a fantastic jerk this time,
the head flaring as a glob of fresh fuck juice oozed slowly through the eye. "I'll have to
see that you're very gentle the first time. None of this stallion excitement like you have
tonight."
She was staring at the glob of cum as it glistened invitingly on the end of his cock. She
had never sucked a cock, but had read about it. She'd even been revolted by it, up to
now. She stared some more and then moved her face toward the pulsing, throbbing
knob of his cock, debating whether or not to kiss the pulpy meat.
Martin realized what she was about to do and he stared at her beautiful face, horrified.
"No, please, Ingrid, no. That's too... too..."
The first feel of her soft, warm lips on the end of his cock paralyzed him. Never had he
experienced such pleasure as it coursed all through his loins.
Ingrid was surprised at first by the musky odor, which was a mixture of human smell
and the soap he had used in the shower. But then the unbelievable feel of the meaty,
pulpy softness of his cock filled her with mounting lust. A moment later and she was
avidly nibbling and chewing on his big cockhead, her tongue flicking and prodding as it
washed the torpedo-like glans.
"Oh... God!" It was all he could do not to thrust his raging cock to the back of her
throat. Briefly he wondered if she had sucked cock before they were married.
But then her hands were fondling his balls, one hand eventually creeping around his
quivering body to spread over his trembling ass. Then, as he shook and shuddered, at
least two inches of his boiling cock entered her soft mouth. Only then did he grab at
her hair, knowing that he wanted to pull her face away and yet wanting her mouth to
stay on his cock forever. His legs were trembling and his hips had begun a gentle
undulating motion.
Then she gave her first suck and he thought his balls had burst. He dropped to his
haunches, delighted as she slid effortlessly from the vanity bench.
"Aaaagh..." he groaned, unable to believe the sheer ecstasy in his loins.
His heels dug into his ass and he fell backward on the carpet. Then, as he cried out
ecstatically, he watched, fascinated, as his wife's beautiful face began the up-and-down
motion he had been waiting for, her warm, welcoming lips moving up and down the
stem of his boiling cock, finally sucking up the rich, hot jism from his balls, emptying
them in a series of steady sucks that had him crying like a baby and pleading for her to
stop.


Chapter 4

"They're cute, aren't they?" Earl Esmond finished grooming the second of the Shetland
ponies and straightened up to stretch.
Judy Connors nodded her head as she sat on the top rail of the gate leading into the
ponies' stall. She was wearing white shorts and a thin white blouse which her small tits
poked teasingly through like pointed pears. She had finished a jumping class Ingrid had
held for the better part of the morning, and then ambled down to where the ponies
were, hoping she could be alone.
That first experience with Toby, when Mrs. Foster had played with the pony's big cock,
had left her a little frightened and breathless, for some reason. Now, three weeks later,
she had found herself drawn to the pony once more as if by some magnetic force. And
now, a little disappointed, she watched Earl pat the animal affectionately, and prepare to
take both ponies on their daily walk.
"Want to walk Toby?" asked Earl, his eyes moving fleetingly over the outlines of her tits
and then settling on the girl's crotch. She was jailbait yet, but in another couple of
years, he reasoned, she would be a real beauty and ready for fucking. He sighed as he
tightened the halter on the pony. Not that her growing up would do him much good. It
was just too dangerous to fool around with any of the girls at the riding club no matter
how sexy or appealing they might be.
"If you want me to," Judy answered.
He could tell she wasn't interested. "You don't have to, Judy. I just thought you might
like to."
She wished she could have played with the animal's cock. She'd never had a chance to
do it by herself, and the idea appealed to her. In fact, the past few days, she had
endured a growing urge to have the pony alone and really tease it. She climbed down
from the rail and opened the gate.
"Well, I'd just as soon not," she admitted. "I'm hungry and want to eat my sandwich."
"That's okay." He smiled as he took in the firm little ass of the girl as she started
toward a lunchroom which was just off the main stable, and where members of the club
could have their lunch in comfort. "Yes," he murmured to himself, aware of the
gnawing in his groin, "that is going to be one hell of a nice piece of ass in a year or
two." He finished tightening the halter on Tanya, taking both leads and walking the
two ponies in the direction of the door.
Outside, he noticed Mrs. Foster dismounting from a palomino. Fred Dempster
appeared from nowhere to take the horse and cool it by walking it around the corral.
Earl halted the ponies and pretended to fix his boot, his eyes taking in the perfect body
of his boss' wife as she strode toward the stable. She had, he decided, the most perfect
body for fucking he had ever laid his eyes on.
A quiver ran through his balls and he stifled a groan. If he didn't get a piece of ass in
town before long, he wasn't sure what he would do. He studied the firm, round ass of
Mrs. Foster, wiggling from side to side in the tight seat of her jodhpurs, until she had
disappeared through the wide doors of the stable. Then with a sigh, he started for the
corral, the two ponies friskily trotting behind him at the end of the halter leads.
Ingrid wandered idly inside the stable lunchroom and over to the pop machine. She
noticed Judy Connors from the corner of her eye as the young girl took a sandwich
from a paper bag.
"Ah, there you are, Judy," she said, "I was just going to get a can of Coke for my own
lunch. Would you like one?"
Judy looked up and smiled. "I'd love one," she said, always pleased when Mrs. Foster
made a fuss over her.
"I'm having lunch at home. Would you care to join me?" She glanced around the
lunchroom, most of the other girls having eaten and started on a cross-country ride. "I
see you're alone."
"Okay."
In the house, they both sat at the kitchen table, Judy munching on her sandwich and
sipping Coke. Ingrid was nibbling at a salad.
"I think you did well this morning, Judy. It's only three weeks away until the Brenton
Fair and I want you and Bobby to be ready for the junior class for jumping."
"Really?"
"You'll like being in competition, and even if you don't do that well, it's good
experience for the years ahead."
"Golly, I'd love to be in the horse show at Brenton. My dad will be happy." She had no
mother, which was one reason she adored Mrs. Foster.
"He'll be very proud of you, I know." She had met Grant Connors once or twice when
he had come to pick up Judy after riding. "Well be there overnight, but if he wants to
see you jump and ride, he could come on Saturday."
"I'll remember to tell him."
"What are you going to do this afternoon?" asked Ingrid, gathering up the salad bowl
and empty glass and walking over to the sink.
"Nothing," replied Judy a little dejectedly. "I suppose I could go for a ride again, but
with the others all way, I don't really feel like doing that, either."
"It's too bad you didn't go with them, but I felt that extra jumping this morning was
more important."
"Oh, it was," agreed Judy. "I have to practice for Brenton, don't I?"
"Of course," said Ingrid, smiling. "I was going to do a little sunbathing seeing as how
Bobby is away with the others and Mr. Foster has gone to town for a meeting and
dinner with some association."
Judy gave the last piece of her sandwich to Major, who had never left her side once he
knew she was about to eat something. She couldn't see the connection between
sunbathing and Bobby and Mr. Foster being away, and she looked up, puzzled, into
Ingrid's smiling face.
"I like my tan all over," said Ingrid matter-of-factly, "and you can't really sunbathe with
all the men around." She gave a little laugh as Judy's face suddenly showed that the
young girl understood. "We have a sunroom where you can't be seen, except by the
sun, of course."
Judy looked thoughtful, but said nothing. The funny little excitement which had been
coursing through her cunt at the thought of playing with the pony's cock intensified.
"Would you like to join me?" Ingrid asked softly.
"Well... yes, I mean, okay," said Judy brightly.
Ingrid held out her hand until the young girl had taken it. "Just wait a minute," she
said, stopping at the refrigerator and taking something out before they continued on
their way, Major trotting along behind them.
In the sunroom, Ingrid closed the door and pointed to a chair. "You can put your
clothes on a chair, Judy. I'll get the mattresses and be back in a jiffy."
Judy stared at the dog, uncertain what to do. She finally unbuttoned her blouse,
loosening the last button as Ingrid returned to lay two air mattresses side by side in the
sun.
"There," she said, smiling. "We can relax and soak up the sun for an hour. It'll do us
both good."
She turned and slipped the girl's blouse from her thin shoulders, her eyes going to the
twin pointed tits encased in the netty bra.
"Now get rid of this, dear," she said softly, reaching behind the young girl and releasing
the clasp of the bra. "There you go," she went on as the small, pear-shaped tits bounced
free. "You are white in places, aren't you?" she grinned, running her fingers under the
pouting little tits. A moment later she had pried the young girl's tight little shorts and
panties over the softly rounded hips.
The dog had been content to lay lazily beneath the long windows until Judy was naked.
He watched, indifferently, until the shorts and panties had fallen at her feet and she had
stepped out of them. Then, very slowly, he got to his feet, his nose outstretched as he
tried to gather in the new smell of her nakedness.
"Oh dear," said Judy, cringing, and for some reason crossing her hands over her
beautiful little cunt. The pubic hair had a reddish tinge to it, the thin muff barely
covering her cunt.
"He-likes to lick at girls," laughed Ingrid, trying to sound casual and indifferent. The
look on the girl's face was apprehensive. "He won't hurt you."
Ingrid had already removed her sweater and was pushing at her pants. A few moments
of feverish undressing and she was standing nude, her big tits outthrust as she stood,
her hands on her hips, an amused expression on her beautiful face. Major was still
attempting to get his wet, cold nose behind Judy's tightly clutched hands.
"Darling, he won't hurt you. In fact, you may just like it when you get used to it." She
moved closer and gently caught at the girl's hands, pulling them away from the
beautiful mound of her cunt.
The dog's nose and then his tongue made Judy shudder with excited fear. She had
succeeded in backing into a corner, only to find herself completely vulnerable to the
dog's eager licking.
"Aaagh!" she gasped, unable to believe the new and fantastically bewildering effect of a
wet tongue lapping at her cunt.
"Aaagh!" she cried. "Aaaagh... golly!"
Ingrid was beside herself with laughing, now that it was obvious that the girl was
enjoying herself. "Darling, Major is just trying to love you up a little. Just like a boy
would, if you'd let him. Remember what we said about that before?"
Judy still looked unconvinced and stared at the dog with apprehension. Mrs. Foster was
still holding her hands away and giving the dog ample opportunity to lick at her cunt
hair, but then he became more enthusiastic, his tongue stabbing at the soft flesh of her
thighs just below her cunt. A moment later and she experienced the unbelievable
feeling of his hot, wet tongue actually parting her cuntlips.
She let out a long drawn-out moan as the full excitement of the experience swept
through her. Then she tried to bend her knees in an attempt to drop below the animal's
darting tongue, only to find in doing so that her knees went out and her thighs parted.
Her movement caused at least an inch of the dog's tongue to slither into the moist
damp heat of her little cunt.
"Sit! Sit!" The plan had already gone far better than Ingrid had dared hope. She
commanded the dog although she was beside herself with laughter. Fortunately, she had
withheld the command to Major long enough for the lusty German shepherd to have
one good lick at the girl's tight little slit, and now Ingrid knew that Judy, no matter how
frightened she appeared to be, was enjoying the whole thing immensely. "There. Now
that didn't hurt did it?" she asked, smiling and keeping her voice soft and intimate.
"N-no," admitted Judy, shivering slightly.
"He was only trying to be friendly."
Judy looked at the dog, doubt in her deep-brown eyes. Mrs. Foster released her hands
and she started to put them over her crotch. Then she thought better of it and ran her
hands flatly over her hips while still staring at the dog.
"Let's get started with our sunbathing," suggested Ingrid brightly, taking the girl's hand
so that they both stretched out together side by side on the mattresses. "I'm sure if
Major wants to love us a little, we won't mind a bit. After all, big girls have to get used
to being loved, you know."
Judy gave a deep sigh. "I liked it," she said suddenly, aware that she may have given the
wrong impression. "It was just I didn't expect it, that's all. He took me by surprise."
Ingrid patted the girl's thigh and left her hand there, digging her fingers into the soft
insides of the firm young thigh in a series of regular squeezes.
"I know," Ingrid said soothingly, her eyes taking in the little up-thrust cones of the
young girl's tits. "He startled me the first time he did it."
Judy shivered. "He does that to you?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course. That's his way of showing he-likes us."
Judy eyed the dog, fascinated, as it lay obediently to one side, its head on its paws as it
studied the two naked women. "Will he... will he... will he do it again?" she asked
tremulously, but with a touch of excitement in her voice.
"Of course. Any time we want him to." Ingrid waited for the young girl to suggest it.
When she didn't, Ingrid said, "I sometimes tease him by giving him something he-likes
to lick, first."
"What?" asked Judy, mystified, and aware of her own growing horniness once more.
The dull ache in her cunt after the first lick by the eager dog had left her hanging and
impatient for something more.
"He's just like a boy, really," Ingrid went on, her hand moving teasingly all over the
girl's velvety-smooth thigh. "You have to guide him to doing what you want, rather
than have him go crazy in all the wrong ways."
"What do you mean?"
Ingrid tried to appear composed and almost indifferent. "Have you ever had your titties
licked, Judy?"
"Golly, no!" Girls at school had insisted that a boy sucking on your tits could send you
out of your mind. She gave a shiver and was aware for the first time that Mrs. Foster's
fingertips were almost at her cunt. She held herself rigid, hoping that Mrs. Foster would
continue.
"Well, Major can really lick your tits, Judy. It's the most marvelous sensation, you
wouldn't believe it."
Judy thought about that as Mrs. Foster's fingers started gliding over her pouting
cuntlips. "Brrrr... golly!"
"Yes, it's really lovely." The girl's slit was unbelievably tight, and she wondered if she
had been imagining things in thinking Major's tongue had actually separated the folds
of the silky little cunt. "Would you like to let him try?"
Judy shivered once again. "All right." The growing excitement was making her tremble
and shake in a strange, bewildering way.
Ingrid reached for the little plastic container she had removed from the refrigerator
downstairs, prying off the lid and sinking her fingers into the thick, cold gravy inside. A
moment later she was sitting up, propped on one elbow, her gravy-smeared fingers
moving daintily and teasingly over the twin peaks of the girl's little tits.
"Oooooh, that's cold!" murmured Judy, the gently moving fingers making her tits burst
into flame. She stared, fascinated, as her little nipples blossomed, bursting into view like
little pink nuggets. "Aaaaah..." she moaned, unable to believe the exquisite agony
coursing through her tits.
"That's it! Just close your eyes and imagine it's Bobby, or one of your boy friends."
Ingrid snapped her fingers and pointed to a place alongside the outstretched girl, the
dog responding slinkily, not sure what was expected of it. "Sit, Major. Sit!"
For several minutes, Ingrid was content to feast her eyes on the beautiful body of the
young girl. Then she ran her hands down over the girl's soft belly, circling the tiny
navel before running one hand over her cunt mound.
When Judy gave a soft groan and trembled violently, Ingrid moved one finger into the
gravy covering the far tit, raising her finger and holding it before the dog's nose until it
had licked it.
"There you go, Major," she whispered. "Love Judy up a little and let her know you love
her."
The first lick was in the form of the pointed tongue stabbing at the nipple. It was as if
the animal were purposely withholding a ravenous attack on the girl's tit. Instead, it
licked tentatively and thoughtfully, savoring the tasty smell and salty flavor of the gravy.
But then, unable to control its basic desires, it began a long swirling motion with its
tongue, licking the entire tit, which was swelling and ripening under the determined
assault of the rough, hot tongue.
For one startling moment, Judy thought she would pass out. Her first inclination was to
grab at the animal's head and force the tongue away from her boiling tit. Never had she
experienced such sensations of delight. But then, at the last moment, the mounting
wave of lust ebbed to a delicious feeling of ecstasy and she cried out with sheer joy as
her tits quivered and strained under the constant lashing of the dog's darting tongue.
"Beautiful!" whispered Ingrid, the outcome of her experiment proving more successful
than even she had imagined it would be. Even Linda Stevens getting fucked by the dog
had been only a little more exciting.
Just then, Major, having licked the swollen little tit clean, was moving his nose
unerringly in the direction of the other up-thrust mound. A moment later and Judy was
crying out once more, the tongue raking over her aching young tit, licking and lashing
it unmercifully as the full taste of the gravy brought saliva flowing from Major's jaws.
"Doesn't that feel wonderful?" Ingrid asked.
"Yeah!" groaned Judy ecstatically.
Judy's first fears that the dog may bite had disappeared, and now she was comfortably
settled, content to lie back and enjoy the experience. Even when Major, in his eagerness
to lick at the firm little tit, placed one paw on the girl's twitching stomach, Judy could
only gasp and shake at the pressure of the padded paw. A few minutes more and she
opened her eyes to look gratefully into the smiling face of Mrs. Foster, her eyes almost
immediately dropping to where the older woman's magnificent tits were hanging
suspended and fully aroused a few inches from the dog's face.
"Good grief," whispered Judy, noting the bulging nipples for the first time. Then,
almost unconsciously, she moved one hand toward the nearest tit, grasping it, and
noting with relief how Mrs. Foster continued to smile down at her affectionately.
"That's okay, Judy," grinned Ingrid, the girl's nervously twitching fingers bringing a
new and fascinating feeling to her fully ripened tit. "Just do whatever brings you the
most pleasure."
She ran her hand flatly over the girl's thighs and then upward into the hot little crotch,
sinking her middle finger into the narrow slit. She smiled as Judy's thighs parted, and
she was able to stroke at the pouting little cuntlips, moving the fingertip deeper until
suddenly it slid into the hot, moist heat of the girl's welcoming cunt.
"Beautiful," Ingrid whispered, fascinated with the way Major was still licking at Judy's
tit. "Major really loves you, doesn't he?"
Ingrid dropped her eyes and saw the dog's pink cock for the first time. It was slowly
unsheathing itself, the head straining and stretching. She immediately removed her
hand from Judy's cunt and placed it on the thin column of the dog's cock. When her
fingers had closed around it, she rubbed it gently, watching for the dog's reaction.
Except for a tentative humping of the hind legs and haunches, Major continued to be
fascinated with the tit. Ingrid still went on rubbing the thin prick as she sat up, forcing
Judy to release her hold on her huge tit. Then, very slowly, Ingrid took the cock in her
other hand, replacing her first hand over Judy's waiting cunt and sinking her middle
finger once more into the clutching, gulping little slit.
Almost immediately Judy gave a little cry, spreading her legs wider and giving Ingrid
more room. An excruciating burst of joy exploded in her cunt as Mrs. Foster continued
the avid stroking in her cunt. Then Mrs. Foster's finger began a series of electrifying
motions which had Judy humping like crazy, jolting streaks of ecstasy coursing through
the young girl's loins as the mounting desire to fuck overwhelmed her.
"Aaaagh..." groaned Judy, unable to believe the wonderful sensations overtaking her.
She flung her hands to either side of the mattress, trying to give herself leverage to lift
and flip her eager hips upward. As she did so, the teasing little finger left her cunt and
she was aware of Mrs. Foster holding it up and smiling at it. Then she noticed the
finger wet and shimmering. A moment later, Mrs. Foster was holding her finger near
Major's nose, the dog's nostrils flaring wildly as it caught the first wave of fresh cunt
juice.
"Yes, you love that, don't you, Major?" Ingrid watched excitedly as the dog attempted to
lick at her fingers. "Lots more where that came from," she grinned as the dog's nose
followed her hand to the well of the girl's bubbling cunt. "Yes, a plentiful supply, and
all for you," she whispered, the sight of the dog stumbling and falling in its haste to get
at Judy's cunt filling Ingrid with anticipation. "Nice and wide, Judy," she went on, "and
Major will make love to you."
Then she sat up straight, content to watch the hungry lapping of the dog around Judy's
beautiful girlish cunt, the pubic hair glistening from the saliva which was falling from
the dog's mouth. "Here, I'll help you get excited." She caught at the dog's swollen balls,
crushing them gently and making the long pink cock fully extend itself as if stretching
out to fuck. "Isn't it a lovely cock, Judy?" she croaked, unable to stand the excruciating
streaks of bliss which were coursing through her own loins. "Just feel it, Judy! Feel the
way it throbs and strains. Just like a boy's cock, darling. Just like a big, anxious little
boy."
Judy couldn't reach the dog's cock even though she tried to sit up. She had a strange,
almost frightened look on her face as she stared at the thrusting bright-pink cock.
"I can't... I can't..." she managed to blurt out, her hand reaching but never quite
connecting.
She was about to shuffle down over the mattress but realized at the last moment that by
doing so she would have to give up the sensational licking at her cunt. With a sigh she
lay back, tried to widen her legs even more, and then lay contentedly panting as Major
settled down to lick and lash at the abundant supply of fresh pussy juice which was
oozing from the quivering lips of the girl's gorgeous cunt.
"My God! I've never seen anything so beautiful!" cried Ingrid. She rubbed the dog's wet
cock, gasping delightedly as the head of the shimmering prick jerked once and ejected a
fine spray of thin cum onto the girl's thigh.
"Gorgeous!" she cried as the dog recoiled the hose-like cock and then proceeded to
stretch it hungrily to the rhythm of her fingers. "Yes, he's coming again!" shrieked
Ingrid, her eyes expectantly watching the end of the flaring cock as the dog readied
itself once more.
Frantically, Ingrid tried to think how she could get the sliver of hot prick into the
twisting girl's cunt. Then with a cry, she reached over to a wicker armchair which was
in the corner of the sunroom. A few seconds more and she was frantically stuffing the
heavy seat of the chair under the squirming, excited Judy, raising the girl's pelvis by
almost a foot. Then she caught at the dog's paws and bodily lifted it onto the thrashing
girl, its paws falling on either side of the girl's up-thrust tits. A splash of gravy on both
straining tits and Major was momentarily content to lick once more at the tasty liquid,
allowing Ingrid to concentrate on the dog's jerking cock.
Judy almost passed out as she found herself staring at the darting tongue of Major a few
inches below her face. Its tongue was bringing new fire to her raging tits, but it was the
feel of the animal's hairy legs against the insides of her thighs which really brought on
the overwhelming feeling of lust which now filled her loins.
She gave a beseeching little cry as Mrs. Foster's teasing fingers ran all around her cunt.
And then suddenly she had the unbelievable sensation of being entered and she knew it
wasn't the dog's tongue which was hungrily lashing at one tit. A few seconds more and
the dog was making a determined motion between her outstretched thighs. Only then
could she appreciate the fantastic feeling of cock edging hesitantly up her grasping,
eager little cunt.
She wrapped her arms around the dog's neck, hugging it close to her tits as her hips
began a steady, lifting, jerking movement. Then she moaned as the slim column of wet,
stiff cock moved in and out of her gulping, sucking cunt.
Ingrid choked with excitement as she watched the pink cock enter the beautiful cunt of
the straining girl. For one fantastic moment, she thought Judy was going to throw the
dog off, but then she realized the young girl was merely wrapping her arms
affectionately around the animal's neck. Then, to Ingrid's shocked delight, Judy began
the familiar humping and lurching, as if she wanted far more cock than the animal was
willing to give.
Ingrid slid her hand under the girl's wildly squirming ass, parting the cheeks with her
fingers and wiggling one finger into the brown puckered mouth of her ass-hole. Her
other hand kept clutching and squeezing the dog's balls, encouraging it as it strained to
sink its cock farther into the young girl's avid cunt. Almost indifferently, as if it were all
a dream, she waited for the explosion, her eyes glued to the four or five inches of pink,
meaty cock as it churned in and out of the pulsing little cunt.
Quite suddenly, Major's methodical fucking increased in speed. It spread its hind legs
against the smooth thighs of the struggling girl. Then it began a series of fully
penetrating lunges which had the young girl gasping and crying out with joy.
Judy's cry echoed through the sunroom. One minute she had flipped her hips high,
accepting the throbbing, pulsing length of cock as far as it would reach up her cunt.
Then she was hanging on, the dog panting in her arms as it shot the load of hot cum
into the far reaches of the twisting girl's eager cunt. A quick jerky series of spurts
followed, then, with one last thrust, the dog emptied its balls at last, scrambling away
from the exhausted girl to lick itself dry in the corner of the sunroom.


Chapter 5

Ingrid Finished swimming the length of the swimming pool, cautiously dropping her
feet until they were touching the tiles at the shallow end. She wiped her face with both
hands and then brushed at her long honey-blonde hair, freeing it from her shoulders.
As she did so, Martin came alongside her, stumbling momentarily until he had
struggled to his feet.
"That feels good," said Ingrid, stifling a giggle as Martin almost lost his balance.
It had been a month since Martin had brought up the subject of Linda Stevens being on
the Pill, and Ingrid still found it difficult to realize how such a simple thing could have
changed their sex lives. Since then, she and Martin had fucked deliriously at every
opportunity, and although they had never gone ahead and arranged a session between
Martin and Linda, Ingrid knew enough to constantly mention the girl's name whenever
she wanted her husband's cock to get hard.
Now, as Martin flicked his head to remove the drops of water from his face, Ingrid
purposely avoided adjusting her skimpy little bikini top. Instead, she allowed the wispy
little triangles which barely covered her tits to sag almost free, allowing Martin a good
view of the bulging ripeness of her fabulous tits.
When he did focus his eyes on them, he gave a muffled groan. "Jesus, what a pair!" he
laughed. "You sure have everything in the right place."
Ingrid laughed good naturedly. "That's because you keep them well exercised, dear,"
she grinned.
She'd never felt fitter now that she was getting cock regularly. Yet for some reason, the
more she got, the more she wanted. She moved closer to him and furtively moved her
hand over his cock and balls, which were bulging in the front of a new pair of knitted
swimming trunks she had insisted on buying him.
"Mnnnnn..." she murmured. "You're so powerful, darling. No wonder I'm so well
satisfied."
She clutched and fondled his balls, his cock immediately firming as she lifted her face
and he kissed her, his hands moving under her enormous tits and lifting them
teasingly. When they broke apart, Ingrid smiled.
"Phew!" she exclaimed. "Keep that up and we'll have to go inside for a fuck!"
Martin pushed his wife away. "You had it last night. Too much isn't good for you."
Their increased sex activity bothered him for some reason. He had never considered
himself particularly sexy, but this past month he had found himself as anxious as Ingrid
when it came to wanting sex. To make matters worse, he found himself ogling all the
young female members of the riding club, as well as good-looking and well-built
women in town. He put it down to his second childhood.
"How about a drink?" he asked, heading for the steps which led out of the pool and
onto the patio behind the house.
"I'd love one. A gin and tonic for me."
She watched him start toward the house before swimming slowly and lazily across the
pool. Sundays were always spent lazing and sunning themselves around the pool.
Usually Bobby joined them, but today he had gone with three or four other riders for a
ride along the trails which ran through the property.
When Martin returned with the drinks, Ingrid sat down on a lounge chair, the thin
bikini bottoms failing to fully cover her thick crop of cunt hair, and the little triangles
of the top barely covering the nipples of her up-thrust tits.
Martin handed her the drink, thought better of it, and placed it on a little table
alongside the lounge. He sat down in a deck chair and sipped thoughtfully at a Scotch
and water, his eyes taking in the view of his young wife. He could just make out the
pouting cuntlips which were bulging against the thin strip of bikini covering her cunt, a
twinge darting restlessly through his balls as his eyes moved up over the flat belly and
then to the up-thrust tits.
Ingrid was aware of the examination she was getting. She let him have his fill and then
propped herself up on her elbows, managing to reach for the drink without losing one
tit from inside the wispy bikini top. While she was sipping on the gin and tonic, it
suddenly dawned on her that she had bridled the two Shetland ponies and had
promptly forgotten about them.
"You know what?" she said suddenly. "I bridled Toby and Tanya and forgot about
them."
"They'll be all right."
"The poor dears. Probably wondering what's going on."
"Where's Bobby? He could unbridle them."
"He's out with a bunch of others on the trails."
"Linda isn't with them?" asked Martin, grinning. "Have you spoken to him yet about
feeling her up?"
"I haven't had a chance. I must remember to do that tonight or tomorrow."
"I could do it," Martin said.
"I don't think you should. He's a little scared of you, like most boys are with their
father. You could turn him off sex by speaking harshly to him."
Martin laughed. "I wouldn't speak harshly to him. Not when I envy him."
A little dull ache settled in Ingrid's huge tits. "There's no need for you to envy him,
darling. You could feel Linda up any time you wanted. We just don't want Bobby and
Jamie doing it in public, that's all. As a matter-of-fact, if I put a stop to them doing it,
Linda will probably miss it, and that would be a marvelous chance for you to take over.
Except, of course," she went on, grinning, "she'd expect much more from you than a
little fondling of her tits, don't you think?"
Martin squirmed in the chair and finally pulled at his crotch. "I thought wives were
jealous about things like that."
"Well, you're not thinking of running away with her, are you? I mean, giving her a little
fucking would do you both good, darling. Besides, I want to be there when you do. I
may learn something from her technique."
He made no attempt to hide the fact he was getting a hard-on, and pulled at the tight
crotch of his trunks to give his cock more room. "She would be a great fuck," he
admitted.
"Probably no inhibitions at all, if I'm any judge of women," Ingrid said.
After two more drinks, Ingrid began worrying about the ponies again. "I'd better go
unbridle them," she groaned. "It doesn't look as if Bobby and the others are ever
coming back."
"Want me to go with you?"
"No. I'll only be a minute." She found her slippers and slid her feet into them to cross
the front of the house to the main stables.
It was still hot and the drinks had made her pleasantly relaxed. Her tits jiggled teasingly
in the little wisps of cloth. She walked silently down the main aisle of the long barn to
where the ponies were housed in their own stall. It was cool and dim in the huge
building, with some of the stalls occupied, and others empty. The cement floor, she
noticed, had been swept clean, which surprised her, because on Sundays when there
were no stable hands around, straw and feed usually littered the place.
When she was two-thirds of the way down the length of the building, she became aware
of a murmuring hum which was completely unfamiliar. She stopped and listened,
unable to decide what the noise was, but deciding it came from the stall containing the
two ponies. Alarmed, she started quickly in that direction, fearing the bridles on the
ponies had somehow become tangled with the boards surrounding the stall.
Ingrid was almost there when she caught sight of a man's bare shoulders over the top
of the highest board. The man was crouched slightly and the firm, muscular shoulders
were twisting and turning in a gentle, rhythmic movement. Just then the man
straightened up and threw his head back to stare at the rafters, his body still moving
steadily.
Ingrid stopped for a second and then tiptoed silently closer. The man, she realized, was
Earl Esmond, and although it was Sunday and he didn't usually work, there was
nothing particularly peculiar about him being there.
She moved cautiously closer, even though Esmond was far too busy to notice her
presence. A moment later and she was as close as she dared get to him without being
seen. With only a moment's hesitation she dropped to her knees below the rails
surrounding the stall. Then she edged forward, finally peering through between the two
lowest rails, her hand flying to her mouth and her eyes widening with shock at the
scene unfolding before her.
Earl Esmond was standing with his back to the rail and his feet wide apart. His hands
were grasping the straps of a bridle and his hips were undulating rhythmically. His face
was a mask of anticipation, his mouth and jaws working frantically as his excitement
mounted. Then Ingrid was able to bring her eyes down over the frantically churning
body to the man's hips, a startling streak of ecstasy careening through her tits as she
realized he had nothing on and his blue jeans and undershorts were dangling near his
feet. Only then did she allow herself to take in the magnificent, fully extended cock
which was being expertly fucked into the pony Tanya.
Ingrid Foster choked back a cry, her hand moving from her mouth to her tits, finally
fondling one tit in time to the thrusting hips of Earl Esmond. It was some time before
she realized she had already eased her yearning tits out of the flimsy little triangles of
cloth. Now her hands were expertly massaging and kneading her tormented tits.
Desperately, she tried to decide whether to wait for the stable hand to come, or leave
now and beg Martin to fuck her as he never had before.
"Aaaagh... that feels great!" groaned Esmond, loud enough for Ingrid to hear and to
bring a dull ache to her cunt.
A thin dribble of juice was escaping from one side of the thin triangle of cloth covering
her cunt, and was now streaming down one thigh. She milked at her tits, pulling and
twisting on them unmercifully as wave after wave of ecstasy swept crazily through her
loins. She kept her eyes focused on the huge cock as it fucked into the little pony, and
she wasn't sure how much more she could stand to watch.
Before she realized what she was doing, Ingrid had struggled to her feet. She had a
choking sensation in her throat and it was difficult to breathe. She hesitated for only a
moment. Then she slowly opened the gate to the stall, a smile breaking on her beautiful
face as Esmond turned and saw her for the first time, horror registering in his eyes as
he realized he had been caught red-handed.
"It's all right, Esmond," she said softly, holding up her hand. "It's all right."
She walked slowly over to his side, her hand going to his shoulder to reassure him, a
big wide smile spreading over her beautiful face as his eyes continued to stare,
unbelievingly, at her swollen tits.
"It's all right," she whispered. "I understand, Esmond. I understand."
Earl was shivering ecstatically, the pony's hot cunt on his steaming cock and the sight
of the magnificent tits he had admired for so long, all combining to bring the surging
ache in his balls to the bursting point.
She took his hand. "Don't you want to touch them, Esmond?" she asked. "I always
thought you liked them."
She forced his hand to the nearest tit, giving a little laugh as he quickly spread his hand
wide to encase and squeeze frantically at the globe of warm flesh.
"That's better isn't it, Esmond?" she murmured, smiling. "That's much better than just
looking, isn't it?"
She let go of his hand now that he was kneading and fondling and lifting the huge tit.
Then she dropped her hand to his balls, squeezing them gently as a surging wave of
lust burst suddenly in her cunt.
"Aaaagh... Mrs... .Mrs... Foster," Earl groaned, unable to believe the predicament he was
in. It was like a wet dream, and he couldn't believe it was all true. Here he was fucking
Tanya, as he had a dozen times before, and the boss' wife, bare-titted and urging him
on, was clutching madly at his balls and making his boiling cock reach and strain even
more than before.
"It's all right, Esmond," she said reassuringly. "I understand how you feel, but you
should have told me."
"You?" he gasped incredulously.
"Of course, I'd understand. I know what a man goes through when he doesn't get any
cunt."
He shivered again, unable to control his own muscles.
"There, there," she whispered, clutching his hairy balls in a tighter grip. "Just relax and
fuck Tanya."
She smiled as he quivered jerkily at what she had just said.
"Just fuck her, Esmond, and get rid of all that cum."
It was even more fun talking dirty talk to Esmond than it was to her husband.
"That's it, Esmond," she encouraged him, his hips now lurching back and forth. She
moved her other hand to his balls and then placed a hand over his hard, firm ass.
Esmond cried out as the jism hurtled up his cock and into the pony's cunt. When he
opened his eyes, Earl was sitting in the straw. He found himself staring at Mrs. Foster
as she sat on her haunches smiling at him, the globes of her fabulous tits hanging
before his eyes. Her elbows were resting on her knees which were widespread, giving
him a total view of her crotch. He concentrated long enough to make out the bulge of
her cunt behind the thin little strip of cloth. Then he groaned pathetically, knowing
now for sure that his days at Oakville Acres were numbered. "Feel better?" she asked.
He opened his eyes once more and stared at her, unable to believe his ears. "Wh-what?"
he asked, still breathing heavily from his powerful climax.
"Feel better after fucking Tanya?"
"God!" He shook his head, unable to appreciate the situation, which he found
completely bewildering. He stared at her, red-faced, trying to keep his eyes off her
fabulous tits. "I'm sorry," he said, not knowing what else to say.
She gave a little laugh and pushed the pony away before dropping to her knees
alongside him, her hand going to his cock, which was partially shrunked and looped
over his massive balls.
"Don't look so worried," she said consolingly, her fingers clasping the soft cock and
squeezing it gently. "All this will be our secret."
He couldn't believe his ears as he stared into the beautiful face, a puzzled expression in
his eyes. "You mean... you mean...?"
She nodded her head. "No one will ever know this happened," she said softly.
"You won't tell Mr. Foster?" He had to get it all straight, and his hopes were rising
slowly.
"Of course not. I understand how you felt today." She curled her fingers under his balls
and squeezed them lovingly. "I'd rather you let Tanya look after you, than have you
poking that big cock into one of the girls around the riding club. That could be
dangerous, you know."
"I know. I wouldn't do that, Mrs. Foster."
A little streak of lust had coursed along his cock, making it jerk just as Mrs. Foster's
fingers closed around the stem for the second time. He glanced at her face in time to
see her smile. His cock jerked again, and he gasped as she started rubbing it soothingly.
"I'm sorry!" he gasped, wishing his cock would behave itself.
"You shouldn't be sorry all the time," she grinned. "You have a healthy body, Esmond.
It's only natural you want to fuck."
Again the language, coming from her, was making the ache in his balls unbearable.
"Don't you have a girl in town you can fuck sometimes?" She rubbed the stiffening
prick, delighting in the way it gave determined little jerks whenever she used dirty
words. She stopped long enough to remove her bikini bottoms.
"No," Esmond said.
"That's too bad. You have a good, healthy cock and it should be exercised." His cock
was almost fully hard, she noted, and she sank her fist to the base and watched it reach
and strain. "And not wasted all the time on Tanya," she pointed out, watching his
expression from lowered eyelids. "Sometimes you need a girl to fuck, not just a pony."
He sank back into the straw and stretched out, unable to believe what was going on
around him. As he tried to clear his mind, Mrs. Foster climbed onto him, her knees at
his waist and her hand guiding his newly revived cock upward to nestle between the
glorious cheeks of her beautiful ass. Then his hands went to her majestic tits, his hands
losing all control as his fingers dug into the succulent flesh.
"Holy Jesus!" he whispered. "Holy Jesus!"
She let him feel the exquisite smoothness of her body where it touched his, her
mounting lust spreading into him as her soft thighs squeezed his hips and waist. His
cock was rearing between her thighs and over the soft curve of her cunt, the flaring,
mushroom-like head pulsing hungrily as it reached between the cheeks of her
magnificent ass.
"Do you feel like a real fuck now?" she asked softly, staring down at him. His hands on
her tits were driving her crazy, and she was afraid the riders would be back before she
had a feel of that fantastic cock inside her cunt.
He simply lay there staring up at her, still unable to believe this was Mrs. Foster, nude
and astride him, ready to fuck. She flipped her hips and his cock sank to the hilt before
he realized what was happening.
"Marvelous!" she groaned. The full strength of the young man's cock was unbelievable
as it reached hungrily up to the very top of her itching cunt. "Just marvelous!"
She began a steady series of little fucking motions, wanting now to get it over with
before they got caught, and knowing now that she could have him any time she
wanted. She lifted higher and worked her hips, her cunt muscles grappling with the stiff
prick in a sucking motion that had him moaning with excitement.
"Beautiful!" she gasped. "God, we're going to have a ball from now on, Esmond!" she
cried, moving into a steady, deliberate rhythm as he moaned even louder and started
lifting his hips.
His hand kept slipping from her tits as she became more and more enthusiastic. Her
hand went back and her fingers closed around his balls, which were already refilling
with boiling-hot cum. His hands slipped away from her tits once more, just as Ingrid
began a wilder, more erratic lunging on his cock. He held his hands away this time, his
eyes taking in the erotic way the huge globes swung and swayed. Then, as his hips
automatically began a lifting, flipping motion in order to sink his raging cock deeper
into her clasping cunt, his hands came back to grapple and squeeze at her swinging tits.
She started to bend forward, her tits completely filling his hands.
"You always loved those, didn't you, Esmond?" she teased.
She moved her knees out from his waist to get more leverage, her cunt now fully
impaled on the reaching, straining cock of the young man. She braced her hands on his
shoulders and smiled down at him, watching his mouth work nervously as he stared at
his own hands working on the huge tits.
"You wanted to reach up inside my sweater and sink those big, powerful hands over my
tits, didn't you, Esmond?" she grinned.
She had the perfect rhythm now. Not too fast and not too slow. Lifting about six inches
up the steaming, pulsing cock and then driving downward to the thicker, throbbing
base.
"Didn't you, Esmond?"
"Y-y-yes," he croaked, unable to believe the exquisite way her cunt was drawing the last
ounce of strength out of his balls.
"Then why didn't you, Esmond?" she asked, shuddering slightly as the big cock touched
the end of her cunt with the last downward thrust of her hips. "They were waiting,
Esmond. Waiting for those marvelous hands of yours. Wanting to be squeezed and
milked, Esmond," she went on, her hips increasing the downward motion and making
his thick column of hot cock reach and strain even more. "And of course to be sucked,
Esmond!" she cried, her face lighting into a smile as he shuddered violently beneath her
and then used both hands to cup and hold one tit, raising his face while his mouth
worked frantically toward the golden globe. "Oh God, yes!" she murmured, managing
to arch her back and still keep up the driving thrust of her loins against his as his hot,
wet mouth gulped in three or four inches of succulently firm tit. "Marvelous!" she
gasped as his tongue lashed the nipple which he had trapped in his teeth momentarily,
before returning to take in as much tit as he could manage.
But his cock was sinking deep enough to be fully satisfied. He gave pathetic little moans
as he sucked on the enormous tit, his hips flipping wildly in order to penetrate her
fully. A moment later, he threw her over into the straw, the two ponies stepping out of
the way quickly.
She moaned gratefully, spread her legs wide and bunched the mounds of her excited
tits. Then he was fucking her, his mouth going to one tit as his hips lunged between
her thighs. She spread her legs more, her hips jerking erratically in an effort to get more
cock. Then, as they both cried, Earl began the steady, methodical fucking she had been
waiting for.
Her legs and arms flailed wildly, wisps of hay and dust floating like a sandstorm around
the little stall. Never had she enjoyed such a violent fucking and she hung on, panting
and gasping under the young man's attack. And then, suddenly, and as they both cried
out in anticipation, their lust mounting to new and greater heights, he thrust in, waited
momentarily and then recoiled. A few seconds more and he was shooting his hot cum,
recoiling once more and thrusting again, the spurting geyser of jism slamming against
the door to her womb.
Then, as she lay back contentedly, he emptied his powerful balls in her cunt, still
unable to believe he had actually fucked the boss' wife.

* * *

Later that afternoon, Ingrid showered and was sitting brushing her hair. She was
wearing only a bra and a pair of thin, bikini-styled briefs, trying to decide what she
should wear for dinner. She was vaguely aware that Bobby had been swimming in the
pool with Judy Connors when she had last peered out the window. She was about to
check again, when there was a knock at the bedroom door and Bobby walked in,
toweling himself and suddenly coming to an abrupt halt as his eyes raked over his
stepmother's almost naked body.
"I'm s-sorry," he managed to stammer.
She flashed him a smile. "That's all right. Is Judy with you?"
"Er... no. She's getting dressed and is going home. Her father is waiting for her." His
eyes had settled on the beautiful bulges of her tits, a funny little twinge sweeping
suddenly through his balls. "I... I wonder if you'd help me unfasten these darned swim
trunks."
"Of course." She waited until he had moved closer, her fingers going to the wet
waistband of the trunks. "It's just because they're new. It'll get loose after a while."
Her fingers edged inside the elastic, touching his warm, moist skin and making him
shiver. A moment later and she had managed to loosen the button. He started to move
back but found she still held the lapels of the fly, her face turned up to stare into his, a
funny little smile curling the corners of her mouth.
"I wanted to talk to you anyway, Bobby," she said softly, in order to give the boy
confidence, "but I haven't had a chance before." She used one hand to grasp the top
corners of the partially open fly while her other hand found the zipper, moving it down
almost imperceptibly. "It's about Linda Stevens."
The intimate way she was talking to him fascinated him. The funny feeling which swept
through him when she had finally said she wanted to talk to him had frightened him
momentarily. Now his curiosity was aroused and he rested on one foot, failing to notice
she had furtively opened his fly.
"Linda Stevens?" he asked, puzzled.
"Yes. I heard by the grapevine that you and Jamie sometimes have a little fun with
Linda, if you know what I mean? And I think you do."
She waited for his reply but he merely blushed furiously, turning his face to stare at the
far wall.
"Come on now! I know all about it, Bobby. After all, you're growing quickly into a man
and every boy tries to – well – feel up a girl now and again. It's all part of growing up."
"It is?" he asked, surprised that his stepmother appeared to find the whole thing rather
amusing.
"Of course it is."
"You won't tell Dad?"
"Of course not. Not if you don't want me to, although he was a boy once too and
probably did the same thing."
"He did?" This was even more astounding than her attitude toward the whole thing.
"I would imagine he did." She had released the top of his trunks and glanced down
once as her free hand moved to the opening. The stiff little column of prick was
standing straight up and she curved her fingers as she prepared to clasp it. A moment
later and her fingers were clutched around the warm, pulsing cock.
"Aaaagh..." The feel of her hand had taken his breath away. He tried to back away but
found her hand had snaked around his hips and was spread like a fan over his ass and
holding him firmly in place. A split second later and her hand was rubbing his cock
gently, and a searing burst of lust was coursing through his loins.
"There, there," his stepmother said soothingly. "That feels better, doesn't it?"
She didn't attempt to sink her fingers to the base of his cock, being content to rub the
surplus folds of skin easily over the length of the little shaft.
"No, what I was going to say was that I don't want you to feel up Linda in public.
People would talk about you, if they caught you. I know Linda has beautiful soft tits
and it's only natural for boys like you and Jamie to want to feel them. I'd be much
happier if you forgot Jamie, and if you want to play with Linda, let me arrange it here
in private."
The hard little cock was actually throbbing now, as she held it tightly and let it stretch
itself with a jerk.
"That's marvelous," she whispered. "I bet Linda would love to rub it for you, if you
asked her."
"She would?"
He was aghast with the excitement of it all. First that his own stepmother would
tenderly and lovingly rub his cock, and secondly at the thought that she would
encourage Linda, of all people, to do the same.
"G-g-golly!" he stammered, his young hips jerking fitfully against the pressure of her
warm, soft hand.
For the first time, she caught the silky soft flesh of his foreskin and slowly and teasingly
gathered it downward, the bright-pink head of the startled cock presenting itself. Then
the boy's hips gave a wild lurch as her fingers moved to the pulsing base, holding it
there as his hips jerked in a series of thrusts.
"That feel better?" she asked, her voice husky with passion, unable to take her eyes
away from the stiff, young prick. "I'm sure Linda would welcome the chance to see and
play with it, Bobby. Would you like me to arrange it sometime?"
"I couldn't... couldn't stand it."
"Of course you could. Just think of those big beautiful tits and what you could do to
them."
She stopped pressing the excited cock and rubbed it instead, using a teasingly gentle
and tender stroke that had the boy gasping.
"Move to the bed and I'll make it feel good," she said softly, getting to her feet and
following the trembling boy to the bed. "That's it," she whispered as he nervously lay
down. Then she caught at the swim trunks, pulling them over his still-moist thighs and
legs, and finally wrestling them over his bare feet. "What a darling little cock," she said,
smiling, as her hands moved to the up-thrust prick and the little cluster of balls
suspended underneath. "There," she whispered as a shudder racked the boy's thin
frame. "How does that feel now?" she asked, her fingers closing in around the egg-like
nuts and pulling on them gently. She smiled as he quickly spread his legs. "Yes, you
want to give Mommy all the room she needs, don't you?"
Then her fingers clasped the steaming stem of his cock, rubbing it rhythmically and
steadily as the boy twisted and turned in sheer delight.
For several minutes Ingrid was content to amuse herself with the boyish length of stiff
cock. Never had she felt anything so soft and warm. Her affair with Esmond had been
exciting, but this was even better, her ability to bring such a powerful excitement to a
mere boy filling her with desire. She watched, fascinated, as his boyish hips jerked and
thrust.
"Beautiful," she murmured, and then almost by accident, she looked up into the young,
excited face. It was filled with growing anticipation, a look of impending glory filling
the wide, wildly darting eyes. Only then did she realize the boy was hungrily staring at
her tits, which were hanging suspended in the flimsy cups of her bra as she bent over
him.
"Mmmmm..." she murmured, laughing at him as he watched, his eyes even wider as
she reached behind to unclasp the bra hook. "You do like those, don't you? And all the
time I wondered if you really were looking at Mommy's tits."
The bra cups fell away to reveal her magnificent tits as her hand returned to his cock.
When the bra fell down her arms and reached her hands, she stopped long enough to
fling it to one side. Then she reached for a pillow and edged it under the boy's jerking
hips.
"That's better, isn't it?" she whispered, the young cock raised in the air and waiting for
her attention. "Oh yes," she went on as the boy humped his hips to the rhythm of her
fingers. "That really feels good, doesn't it, Bobby?"
To Bobby Foster, nothing in his short life had felt anything like it. He shuddered
violently as his balls filled rapidly with fresh, hot cum. Then he started a series of soft
groans which burst uncontrollably from deep in his throat. A split-second later and he
was staring, unbelievingly at the beautiful face of his stepmother as it moved slowly and
definitely down toward his straining, reaching prick.
"It's very dry," she whispered.
"Uh!" He was beside himself with excitement as he watched her purse her full sensuous
lips. "Aaagh..." The warm, wet feeling of her lips was unbelievable. "Aaagh... no...
aaaagh..." His arms were flailing madly, his Fists thumping on the mattress at the
indescribable feeling now sweeping through his loins. Never had he enjoyed such utter
bliss, and he was sure his balls would burst if she continued tugging on them.
To Ingrid, the taste and smell of the boy were devastatingly sweet. It was hard to believe
that two or three weeks ago she would have considered even kissing a cock revolting.
Now, even her stepson's little prick had proved irresistible. She ignored the boys
frightened cries, moving her hands to his hips and firmly holding him in place. A few
hungry lashes with her tongue over the straining head of the youthful cock and then
three or four equally determined sucks, and the boy was crying out ecstatically.
Only then was she aware that the tight little balls were readying themselves to empty
the hot flow of cum. A moment later and the boy's pelvis was slamming against her
hips, the cascading jism taking her by surprise as it hurtled to the back of her throat.
Her tongue lashed at the plunging column of cock as it hurtled in and out of her warm,
wet mouth, emptying itself in mounting spasms of unbelievable joy.


Chapter 6

Fred Dempster ran his hand through his reddish hair as he stared at the two Shetland
ponies munching happily on fresh oats. He debated whether or not to go outside the
stables and have a cigarette. It was a rigid rule that no one smoke in the stables, a rule
Fred, as a lover of animals in general and horses in particular, appreciated.
He scratched at his crotch, pulling at the taut denim of his jeans as his thoughts turned
to Linda Stevens. The shapely young woman had just ridden out of the stables on the
way to the trails, and he could still see her in his mind, the gentle swaying motion of
her fully ripened body bringing an urgent wave of lust to his aching balls.
Later the same day, Ingrid Foster put her arm around Linda Stevens as she led the girl
into the kitchen. Linda immediately started wrestling with Major, the German
shepherd. The dog tried to lick at the crotch of her shorts but she managed to fend the
pointed snout away, finally wrestling the big animal onto its back, her hand going to its
balls and squeezing them too tightly.
"Oh watch it, darling," laughed Ingrid, the sight of the young woman so casually
feeling the dog's balls bringing a funny little ache to her tits. "Not too tightly or he may
bite."
Up to now, Major had shown no inclination to fight back against Linda's attacks, but
one could never be sure, particularly with a German shepherd.
"I have a muzzle for him if you want to play," Ingrid went on, opening the refrigerator
and taking out two bottles of pop. "I'd feel happier if you used it."
Linda smiled up at Ingrid, but made no effort to release the dog, which she was holding
with one hand on its collar while her other hand still clutched its balls. She looked
down once just as the slim prick of the dog began protruding from the furry sheath, her
eyes widening brightly as she sucked in her breath.
"Yes, you always make him excited, don't you, Linda?" smiled Ingrid, snapping off the
bottle cap as she watched the dog's cock begin to grow. "Do you want a drink and then
we'll go to the sunroom?"
Linda moved her hand slowly and clasped the sticky pink column of the dog's cock, the
animal snorting and yelping at the feel of the soft, tender fingers on its cock. Then,
almost indifferently, the beautiful girl freed the dog, spanking it affectionately on the
rump as it gained its feet, only to nuzzle its nose between her thighs, the wet nose
moving upward into her crotch as the girl giggled convulsively.
"That's what you get for teasing him," admonished Ingrid, laughing as the girl backed
against the kitchen counter. "Here's your Coke." Then to the dog, Ingrid said, "Down,
Major! Down!"
The dog hesitated but then complied, studying Linda longingly and then following the
two women as they started upstairs. At the sunroom door, however, Ingrid hesitated,
then went to her bedroom and returned with a custom-made muzzle, putting the bottle
of Coke to one side until she had caught the dog and slipped the muzzle over the long
snout and then its ears. The leather muzzle securely held the jaws almost closed, leaving
enough space for Major to thrust his tongue through the opening of the mask.
"Now he can't bite you, Linda," said Ingrid, straightening up and laughing as the dog
tried desperately to remove the muzzle by running its head along the floor and stabbing
at it with its paw. "He'll get used to it."
When they had finished their drinks Ingrid asked Linda if she'd like Major to fuck her.
The girl gave a placid smile and nodded her head excitedly.
"Take your clothes off," suggested Ingrid, "and let him get the smell of you."
The quivering girl complied, her big bouncy tits bursting from the cups of her bra as
she shook her shoulders to free it. Her panties caught briefly at her ankles, but then she
kicked them free. As she did so, Major lost interest in the confining muzzle, prancing
over to the girl, who experienced the usual initial fright at seeing the dog race toward
her. Then, with a shiver, she stood there, the dog's tongue feasting at her cunt hair,
wetting it in moments as it tried to plunge its tongue into the moistness of her cunt.
Ingrid came and stood beside the shaking girl, her hand going to Linda's shoulders and
then moving downward over the straining girl's back to the beautifully rounded ass.
"You are an affectionate little thing, aren't you, darling?" she whispered. "Open those
gorgeous thighs just a little and let him get a taste of you."
She watched as Linda mustered enough courage to follow the instruction. Then, as
Major settled in to lashing his long tongue in the tight little slit, Ingrid shivered herself,
the sight of the dog's darting tongue in Linda's cunt bringing a wave of lust to her own
pulsing pussy. She squeezed her fingers into the fantastic softness of the girl's
squirming ass.
"Lovely!" she murmured, moving her hand to one of Linda's magnificent tits. "Now
doesn't that feel better? I mean knowing he can't bite you?"
Linda let out a pitiful moan. She never could understand the sensational feelings which
coursed through her body whenever anything or anyone touched her tits and,
especially, her cunt. She closed her eyes, enjoying the exquisite torture which was
making every nerve ending in her body like a steel spring. She sagged at the knees,
widening the opening of her cunt. Then she whimpered plaintively as the dog licked
and lashed at her swollen cuntlips, occasionally penetrating deep enough to brush
sweepingly over her clit.
"Aggghhh!" she gasped, trembling uncontrollably and yet wanting the wicked
sensations to last forever.
Then she had her first mini-orgasm, the cum bubbling out of her pouting, pulsing little
cunt and sending the dog insane at the first taste of hot cunt juice.
He's really loving you up today, isn't he, Linda?"
The feel of the big pointed tit nestling in her open palm brought a surging wave of heat
to Ingrid's quivering cunt. She squeezed the big tit in time to the dog's licking, feeling
the girl tremble with shock as the dog industriously reamed out the oozing tunnel.
"Would you like him to fuck you today?"
Ingrid glanced under the dog, noting how the pink cock was but an inch or two
extended. Then, leaving Linda's gorgeous tit, she reached under and grasped the sticky
dog prick.
"I'll make him hard for you," she said, and rubbed the slender cock until it began
lengthening.
Linda shook with anticipation. Her beautiful eyes were even wider than before and she
was rolling them in circles as she stared through the window and into the distance. She
nodded her head, finally, her hands reaching for the dog's face and prying it away from
her cunt. Then, as Mrs. Foster wrenched the dog even farther away, she smiled at the
excited girl as Linda dropped to her knees, her hand going to take over from Ingrid's,
her fingers clasping at the five-inch prong of cock just as it gave a little spray of boiling
cum.
"He loves your hand, Linda," whispered Ingrid. "See how he spurts his juice the
moment you touch him?"
The girl nodded her head delightedly, her fingers rubbing at the slimy cock as the dog
humped eagerly with its haunches.
"It's a lovely cock, isn't it? So glittering and gleaming," Ingrid went on, her hand back
at Linda's tit and milking it furiously. "Shall we roll him onto his back so you can really
please him?" For the first time she had an unbearable yearning to see the excited girl
suck the dog's cock. "He really needs a loving, don't you think?" She stopped milking
the fully aroused tit long enough to take the dog and force it onto its back. "There," she
went on, talking softly in order to encourage the excited girl. "Now you can really see
Major's darling little cock and do anything you feel like doing."
She watched as Linda hungrily moved her hands to the exposed cock of the dog, her
fingers going around it before moving one hand to the balls and crushing them gently.
The dog, meanwhile, was attempting to free itself from the awkward position on its
back. Its long tongue licked ravenously through the leather strips of the muzzle, but the
determined hands of its mistress securely held it in place while the fingers playing with
its cock were driving it insane. Then, quite suddenly, its cock was encased in warm,
soothing heat and it yelped excitedly.
To Ingrid, Linda's natural affection for the big dog was culminated so naturally it
almost took her breath away. One minute the girl's hands were adoring the hot cock of
the animal, her eyes wide and obviously adoring the pulsing column of slender cock.
The next moment she had moved her face down closer, .holding the stiff, shining prick
against her cheek. And then a few seconds later, as if it were the most natural thing on
earth to do, she moved her full sensuous lips to the cone-like head of the jerking cock,
pressing the tip through her welcoming lips and taking in at least two inches of pulpy,
meaty prick.
"Oh my God! How marvelous!" Ingrid clapped her hands with glee, momentarily
releasing the dog's hind legs and allowing them kick on either side of the girl's head
and finally her shoulders.
Ingrid recovered a hold of the flailing legs in one hand, her fingers moving down to the
animal's balls and stretching the tight eggs together before pulling on them. Then she
watched, fascinated, as Linda's cheeks worked furiously, sucking on the dog's cock until
it began the desperate lunging to empty its searing balls.
The first streaking gush of cum startled Linda. She did not understand her own natural
compulsion to suck on the cock in the first place. It was something she had done
naturally and innocently. She stopped sucking, the hot jism, backing up in her throat
and making her choke. A vacant look came into the beautiful eyes as her tongue
washed the sliver of pink cock and she tried holding it against the roof of her mouth.
"Did he give you his cum?" asked Ingrid softly, although her own excitement was
unbearable.
She milked at the startled girl's tit, moving to the other and squeezing it gently, her
fingers trapping the fully blossomed nipple and twisting it unmercifully.
"You can swallow it, and see if he gives you any more."
She moved her face down and kissed Linda on the shoulder, on the side of her arm and
then, by moving her own knees, she moved her face under the girl's armpit and kissed
the soft side of Linda's tit. Her hand moved under it, lifting it into position. Then, as
Linda finally complied and swallowed the warm, milky cum from the dog, Ingrid pulled
the bulging nipple through her teeth, feeling the girl shiver ecstatically as she held the
chubby nipple in her teeth, her tongue lashing and washing the excited nub as it tried
to grow even more.
The taste of the dog's cum, which had put Linda off at first, now filled her with frenzied
delight. And Mrs. Foster's mouth on her tit seemed to fill her with a determination to
do more, much more, for the beautiful dog. She worked her mouth deliberately around
the shuddering head of the cock, and then almost without thinking, she held her lips
tightly around the throbbing shaft, moving them down to the hairy base, the furry
sheath of the animal sending teasing little prickles coursing around her mouth.
The cone-like head caught at the back of her throat and she stopped, puzzled. But then
Mrs. Foster began a steady sucking on her tit, filling her chest and then her entire body
with a beautiful feeling of love. And all at once she had to suck the throbbing cock.
Suck it with all the loving affection she had always felt for Major. It was something she
knew he wanted her to do and she went about it with all the determination of youth.
Ingrid raked her tongue around the base of the girl's nipple, her hand milking at the
beautifully shaped tit which was hanging suspended in all its glory. She wished Martin
could walk in right now and see the curved beauty of the girl's ass as she knelt over to
suck at Major's cock.
She could just imagine him dropping to his knees and then thrusting his big, thick cock
into the girl from behind. It never occurred to her that Martin would be turned off by
what she and Linda were doing with a dog. She would have had reservations a month
ago, but lately, Martin had been far too interested in sinking his cock into her cunt for
anything to turn him off.
She chewed on the nipple, listening to the dog's whimpering cries, and then suddenly
the animal shuddered and Ingrid found herself clutching the humping animal's balls
more tightly. As she did so, she felt Linda's wet lips brush at her fingers and she knew
the girl had at last taken the entire length of the dog's cock into her beautiful mouth.
Just the thought of it gave her an orgasm of her own and she wished she had taken her
clothes off too. She pushed the nipple out of her mouth and sat up in order to watch
the excited girl perform.
"Mnnnn..." Linda's eyes were wild and rolling, her cheeks drawn in as she sucked
avidly at the warm, silky smooth cock. The head of the prick was pulsing like
something alive, buried in the soft membranes of her throat. She worked her lips,
tongue and even her teeth on the succulent shaft. And then suddenly the deluge came
again, taking her by surprise and frightening her briefly.
"That's beautiful!" cried Ingrid, finding the scene a little shocking but terribly exciting.
"Now you're loving him, darling! Now you're really loving him!" She was pulling on
the fully ripened tit of the girl as if she were milking a cow.
Hungrily, Linda sucked on the cock as it emptied itself in a series of gushing explosions
of warm jism. Unconsciously she had learned to accept the spurting jets of cum,
swallowing instantly and then deftly continuing the sucking of the cock, extracting the
last droplets and finding herself disappointed and a little dejected when no more could
be withdrawn.
"Ooooooh..." she groaned, releasing the pulsing cock and staring at it, disappointment
in her huge, saucer-like eyes.
Ingrid laughed and ran her hand flatly up and down the girl's back. "It's all gone,
darling," she whispered. "You took all his cum and he loves you for it." She continued
to smile at the look of dejection on Linda's pretty face. "You just didn't get off yourself,
dear," she went on soothingly. "Why don't you lay back and let me love you up a
little?"
But Linda was upset and she didn't know why. She sat on her heels, staring down at
the pink shaft of cock which was already retreating into the brown folds of fur for a
rest. Then, as if she had just lost an important game, she struggled to her feet and
started reaching for her clothes.
Ingrid shrugged her shoulders and then joined the despondent girl. "I'm sorry," she
said, her arm around the slim waist. "You gave him all your loving and you got nothing
in return, did you?"
Linda turned around to face her, enabling Ingrid to raise her hands and cover the fully
outthrust tits, her fingers moving to the nipples as Linda shivered.
"We have to find someone to satisfy you, don't we?" she said. "I think I know someone
who can help you, darling," she whispered, drawing the girl to her until she had kissed
her on the mouth. "Someone who will let you feel the first full length of good big cock
inside you. That's what you need, darling," she went on, her voice little more than a
whisper, "that's what you need and I know just where to get it."


Chapter 7

Ingrid threw herself down into the armchair in the motel room. It was a large room
with two double beds and she and Bobby and Judy had checked in earlier in the day
and then taken the horses down to the barns at the Brenton Fair.
"Can we get some pop, Mom?" asked Bobby, searching in his pockets for some change.
"Of course. You and Judy run along. I think there's a pop machine near the front desk
in the office. You might bring me back some ginger ale. I could do with a drink
myself."
It was already dark, and the next day Judy and Bobby would be entering the horsejumping 
competition. She didn't expect either of the children to win or even place in
the first three, but the experience would be good for them and should be helpful for
future shows.
She peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower, purposely leaving the door open
and hoping no one other than the children would come bouncing into the motel room.
In the shower, she lathered her shoulders and tits. For some reason her tits were very
sensitive today and she soaped them lovingly with her back to the spray. She had
noticed the sensitivity when she awoke at home that morning and she put it down to
Martin having been away so much lately, and missing his powerful fucking. She turned
to face the spray, allowing the darting spurts of water to pound against her tits, the
nipples sprouting hopefully as she cupped her breasts and shuddered.
She heard the children return and the snapping of the cans as they poured their drinks.
She waited until they were settled and then stepped out of the tub, making no attempt
to close the door. Instead, she caught at a bath towel and started drying herself as she
walked out of the bathroom and into the other room.
"I got your ginger ale," said Bobby.
He was sucking on a straw and his eyes were moving restlessly over his stepmother as
she dried herself. The movement of the towel revealed brief glimpses of a tit, or a thigh,
or her flat belly and then, unbelievably, the blonde hair around her cunt.
"Thank you, darling. Would you mix me a drink? The bottle is in my suitcase." She
glanced in the mirror, delighted to find Judy Connors was eyeing her just as excitedly
as Bobby had been.
Bobby found the bottle but couldn't open it. He handed it to Ingrid who had to clutch
the towel against her and twist the bottle cap at the same time. Then she went on
toweling herself as she watched him pour.
"Enough?" he asked, turning in time to see one beautiful tit protruding from the side of
the towel.
"Fine. Now add some ginger ale and pop in a couple of ice cubes."
Ingrid was standing sideways to Judy who was sitting on the edge of the bed. In the
mirror she watched Judy's eyes taking in the bare waist and long leg which Ingrid had
made sure would be exposed. The soft, smoldering look in the young girl's eyes was
fascinating.
Bobby handed her the drink and she sat down in the armchair facing the two children,
taking a long sip at the ice-cold drink. She crossed her legs, not certain whether Bobby
had managed to catch a glimpse of her cunt or not. He was already red-faced and she
wondered if he had seen far more than she had intended at this early stage.
"Are you going to have your showers now, or wait for a while?"
"I'm having mine right away. I want to watch television," said Judy.
"And I'll have mine." Bobby was licking at the straw, a reflective look in his eyes. He
was suddenly wishing he and his stepmother were alone so she could play with his cock
again. She hadn't even tried to touch him since that first time in her bedroom.
Ingrid gave a funny little laugh. "You could have a shower together," she suggested,
hoping she wasn't being too eager to have fun with the youngsters.
Judy blushed furiously and went on sucking at the can of pop.
Bobby pulled at his crotch without thinking, but said nothing.
Ingrid decided to press on. Both Bobby and Judy had shown some reaction to the
thought of showering together, and she wanted to get something started if only to
relieve her own sexual frustration. She focused her eyes on the little tits which were
exerting themselves against Judy's sweater. "Has Bobby seen your tits, Judy?" she asked,
taking another sip at the bourbon and ginger ale.
Judy's face reddened even more and she stared at the can of pop she was holding. She
shook her head and sucked in her breath.
"I bet he's touched them, though."
It was Bobby's turn to suck in his breath. He looked over at Judy, concern on his
boyish face.
Judy nodded her head, glancing nervously at Bobby in order to see his reaction.
Ingrid laughed delightedly. "Good for him. He's going to be a real man. Did he show
you his cock, Judy?"
Judy shuddered visibly. "No," she said, a touch of disgust in her voice which Ingrid
took to be disappointment.
Ingrid clucked her tongue. "That was mean of him, wasn't it? When did he feel your
little titties, Judy?"
"At the jump site the other afternoon."
"I bet it felt good, didn't it?" The young girl nodded her head. "Would you like to see
his cock?" Judy gave Bobby a frightened look. "I'm sure he'd like to show you, wouldn't
you, Bobby?"
Bobby gave a big sigh. His cock had gradually erected itself in the tight jodhpurs and
was painfully stretching in the confines of his shorts. He made a choking noise as his
stepmother came over and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. A moment later,
when she had taken his drink and put it on a bureau, her hand went to the front of his
jodhpurs, her fingers closing in around the up-thrust shaft of his young cock, causing a
dizzying shiver to course down his spine.
"Good heavens, you've made it hard for him already, Judy!" she laughed. "Just come
over here and see what you've done."
Judy didn't have to be asked twice but almost dropped her drink on the carpet as she
tried to get rid of the can on a nearby table. Then she came over to stand before Bobby
as Mrs. Foster took her hand and placed it on the trembling boy's pronounced bulge.
"Aaaagh..." croaked Bobby as Judy's little fingers pressed into the heavy material of the
jodhpurs, bringing a dull, throbbing ache to his balls.
"Here, I'll help you." Ingrid still clutched the towel to her throat so that she was
covered at least down the front. Now she used her free hand, finding the zipper of his
fly and pushing it down as far as she could. "Now you can find it," she said, smiling as
Judy eagerly edged her fingers into the open fly and began searching for the up-thrust
cock.
Bobby braced himself with his arms behind him, his fingers digging into the bedclothes
as he nervously waited for her fingers to close around his steaming prick. When they
did, he gave a desperate shudder, allowing himself to fall backward on the bed as his
stepmother and Judy gloated delightedly over his quivering cock.
"Isn't it beautiful?" whispered Judy, beside herself with excitement now that she could
actually see and feel a real live cock.
Ever since that day she had played with the pony's cock, she had been filled with a
burning desire to do it again. But this was even more fantastic, even more exciting than
the day Mrs. Foster and she had played with the pony. She wrapped her fingers around
the column of warm cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand as wild, darting streaks
of ecstasy swept crazily through her tits.
"Golly, it's beautiful!" Judy exclaimed.
Ingrid decided nothing could have worked out better. She watched the young girl rub
and stroke at the straining little cock, helping and guiding her so that Bobby could gain
the most pleasure. Then, having thoroughly aroused both children, she abruptly
suggested they have their shower, knowing the sight of each other's nakedness would
do little to dampen their enthusiasm. A moment later and she was watching them
undress, each nervously stealing glances at the other until both were completely naked.
"You should look at each other," suggested Ingrid, her own eyes raking over both
bodies. "You're both very beautiful and this will do you good. Now, run along and have
your shower. Then, if you want me to help you have a little fun, I'll be only too happy
to do so."
When they had disappeared through the door, Ingrid allowed the towel to fall to her
lap, her hands moving to cup and lift her aching tits. What she wouldn't give for Earl
Esmond right now, she thought to herself, the thought of his huge cock causing a
surging wave of lust to course through her veins. Then she sat back in an armchair,
sipping on the bourbon as she listened to the little squeals of excitement emanating
from the bathroom as the two children showered.
An hour later Judy was lying outstretched on one of the big beds. Mrs. Foster and
Bobby were on either side of the girl, who was whimpering and shivering and
completely out of control. Mrs. Foster's hand was moving teasingly over first one and
then other little tit, both of which were like firm pyramids, reaching for the ceiling.
Ingrid lowered her face, kissing the soft underside of the nearest young tit, moving her
wet mouth upward until her lips could move over the startled little nipple. As she did
so, she ran her hand down over the squirming girl's belly into the thin crop of wispy
pussy hair, scratching in it tentatively before her fingers touched her stepson's as his
hand rubbed at the fully exposed cunt of the excited girl.
To Bobby, the experience was one he would never forget. It was something he would
yearn to tell his friend Jamie about. Yet he knew deep down this was something which
must always remain a secret. He closed his fingers on the lovely slit, pulling on the little
swollen lips of Judy's cunt, the way she jerked and flipped her hips in response bringing
a mounting lust to his balls.
He looked down at his cock, which was oozing bubbling droplets of hot jism. A
moment later he was shuddering with excitement as his stepmother's hand appeared at
the base of his straining prick, her fingers gathering his swollen nuts and pulling on
them gently.
"That feel good?" asked Ingrid, smiling down at the ecstatic Judy.
"Oh yes!"
Judy's body was on fire. She folded her knees quickly and pulled them back along the
cool sheet as fingers plucked delicately at her raging cunt. Then she gave a broken little
cry as Mrs. Foster took hold of Bobby's hand, found his middle finger, and started to
stroke it in her slit, bringing a jolting new excitement to her hungry, yearning cunt.
For over an hour, Ingrid allowed the youngsters to arouse themselves thoroughly. Then,
already having difficulty containing her own enthusiasm, she motioned Bobby to come
alongside her.
"I think Judy is ready to be a young lady," she said, smiling at the boy as he never
missed an opportunity to study her tits. "Very carefully, I want you to sit astride Judy,"
she suggested. "That's it, nice and high and be sure not to let all your weight rest on
her. We don't want her to be hurt, do we?" The boy was actually gasping for air, his
excitement unbelievably high even though he had no idea what was in store for him.
When he was astride the quivering young girl, Ingrid placed a hand behind him,
moving him up over the girl's chest until his knees were on Judy's shoulders, his up
thrust prick but a few inches from her face.
"Does that look big and beautiful, Judy?" Ingrid laughed at the expression on the girl's
face as her eyes focused on the pulsing cock, rearing itself hopefully, creamy-white cum
oozing from the head.
Judy's hands went quickly to the prong of warm cock, her fingers clasping it tightly and
eagerly.
Bobby, who was balanced precariously on the girl's chest, could only stare down at
Judy's pretty face. Her eyes were wide as they studied his cock, her small hands pushing
all the skin to the base and touching his balls, the head of his cock rearing and spurting
another little streak of jism which landed near the girl's mouth.
The next moment, his stepmother was reaching for a pillow and wedging it under
Judy's head, lifting it so that her face was now even nearer his quivering cock. Then,
before his terror-filled eyes, his stepmother's hand was guiding Judy's hands, pulling
down his cock so that the tip touched her nose, briefly.
A few seconds more, and Judy was opening her mouth, her quivering lips moving over
the dome-like head of his cock and causing darting new waves of pleasure to sweep
along his shaft. He fought an urge to pass out and then he groaned pathetically as the
full dimension of feeling swept through him, the exquisite feeling of her warm mouth
on his cock overwhelming him as he shivered and shuddered and went out of his mind.
The first pungent odor of the cock startled Judy. It was a mixture of cum and the soap
they had used in the shower. But then the rubbery moistness of the cock filled her with
desire, and she worked her mouth lovingly around the pulpy, meaty head, her hands
moving behind him and pulling him closer to give her more cock to chew on.
"That's lovely, isn't it?" murmured Ingrid, unable to believe it was actually happening
even though she had dreamed of the possibilities this stay at the motel might offer.
"Very gentle, darling, and no biting. Just suck on Bobby's cock as if it was an ice-cream
cone."
Ingrid smiled delightedly as little Judy Connors started sucking more deliberately, the
girl's mouth lavishing the straining prick with tongue and lips so that Bobby was
jerking and swaying with uncontrolled lust.
Bobby raised himself to free his balls which had been jammed in the valley between
Judy's tits. As he freed them, he was aware of the tits wedged up against his thighs and
he moved his hands down, his fingers catching at the ends of the tits and pulling on
them gently. This new dimension obviously pleased the girl because she whimpered
occasionally as she sucked and chewed on the reaching little cock.
Ingrid was almost too excited to watch. She ran one hand down over Bobby's straining
young back, while her other roamed idly over the girl's flat stomach and into her
crotch. The pulsing little cunt was bubbling with juice which was flowing freely and
soaking into the bedsheet. Ingrid ran her fingers gently around the rim of the hole,
delighting in the way she could make the girl quiver and jerk her hips each time Ingrid
allowed her fingertip to penetrate the greasy, slippery little cunt. Then she curled her
forefinger, teasingly entered through the grasping little lips of the cunt, and then
carefully stroked the little clit which sprang up to the touch of Ingrid's fingertip.
It was some time before Judy learned the secrets of the beautiful cock, and when she
clasped her lips down very tightly on the cock, she felt it start the inevitable straining.
She did it again, each time finding the response the same. The constant tickling of her
cunt was driving her insane, and making her want to do more with Bobby's cock.
Finally she clamped her lips around the ridge below the head of the cock, waited for the
familiar thrust, and somehow managed to keep her lips tightly closed. As she suspected,
the cock strained and stretched more than ever, moving her lips down until the cone of
the head was nuzzling at the back of her throat and making her gag.
While she fought that feeling, a squirt of cum hurtled down her twitching throat. A few
seconds later, as she tried to control the first one, the second and third gobs of jism
spurted like lightning into her mouth.
Then, automatically, she started sucking on the full length of the rubbery column of hot
cock, the spurting little bursts of cum filling her with desire as her hips flipped
frantically against the finger in her cunt.
Their orgasms burst as one and Judy and Bobby were hurtled into space. Neither knew
that was happening until Mrs. Foster was pulling at Bobby's hips and drawing him
downward over the squirming girl. The next thing Bobby felt were his stepmother's
gentle fingers priming his cock for that last shuddering release.
A moment later he was thrusting avidly between Judy's outstretched thighs, the softness
of the girl as he lay stretched out over her filling him with a desperate need. Then his
blazing cock sank in the welcoming heat of her luscious cunt and both he and she were
crying out with joy, his hips humping energetically, sinking his aching prick into the far
depths of her hot, clutching cunt.
And then, suddenly, Bobby lurched into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing against the
walls of her cunt. And all at once his cock was spouting into her as her hungry, girlish
cunt swallowed and sucked on his shaft, draining him as they both cried out deliriously,
the power of their orgasms sweeping them away into oblivion.

* * *

It was late when Ingrid went to bed. The children were fast asleep, exhausted from their
first fuck, one in each bed. Ingrid had purposely watched the late show on television,
giving Bobby the sleep his tired body required. Then she silently switched off the lights
and television, climbing into bed beside the boy, her arm going around him and her
fingers searching in the front of his pajamas until they found the soft little cock.
In half an hour and she had succeeded in arousing the tired little prick until it was stiff
and erect and nestled in her hand. Bobby murmured sleepily but pleasantly as her
fingers, played with his foreskin, stretching and releasing it one minute, and then
sliding under the little balls and tugging on them playfully.
He murmured again as she turned him over to face her, her hands holding the swollen
little nuts and prying the cock down into a horizontal position. Then, very slowly and
gently, she guided the little knob into the top of her cunt, whimpering delightedly as
the head caressed her clit. Then, with an uncontrolled spasm of joy, she began a steady
thrusting against the aroused cock, her excitement mounting like lightning until Bobby
had awakened, wrapped his arms affectionately around his stepmother and began
kissing her. A moment later she rolled onto her back, taking him with her. Then she
lay back as his mouth went to her tit, sucking on it avidly as his young body jerked
itself to a climax.
Her hands flew to his ass, holding him in place as she flipped her hips hungrily up to
meet his. The little cock spurted again, the head slashing at her clit until her orgasm
burst. Then she hung on, the final spasms of joy filtering through her loins as the
young cock emptied itself in a series of startled flickers.

* * *

The next day, Ingrid was overjoyed as she watched Judy place fourth in her class, to be
followed by Bobby gaining a fifth. She wrapped her arms around the two youngsters,
still unable to believe they would do so well in the face of the competition.
Later, when the horses were in the trailer and they had checked out of the motel, they
began the long drive back to Oakville Acres.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Ingrid asked Judy, who was sitting on the far side of the front
seat with Bobby between them.
"I had a great time."
"I think you enjoyed Bobby last night too, didn't you?" Ingrid glanced from the road
long enough to see the young girl blush.
"Yes, very much," admitted Judy.
"Now you and he can enjoy yourselves any time," went on Ingrid, "but always inside,
remember. You can use the house any time." She patted Bobby's thigh. "And you're
getting to be quite a little man," she said, grinning as Bobby seemed to edge closer to
her, finally dropping his head against her shoulder.
Later, when it was dark, and the big Chrysler and the horse trailer behind were hurtling
along the freeway, Ingrid couldn't resist it. Her hand dropped into the chasm between
the boy's thighs. A moment later his zipper was open, his fingers tumbling in his
undershorts before pulling out the little up-thrust cock. Then Judy gave a little excited
giggle, her small hand moving to take over for Mrs. Foster.
In a few minutes, Bobby's shoulders were sliding down the back of the seat, his hips
jerking spasmodically as his little friend's mouth sucked eagerly at his spurting cock.


Chapter 8

It was a month later that Ingrid realized what an exciting place Oakville Acres had
become. A matter of a few weeks before, she had been sexually starved and her life had
bordered on boredom. Now, as she lay stretched out by the swimming pool, thinking of
the changes which had taken place, she realized she had never been healthier or happier
in her life. She adjusted the little halter of her bikini, nudging her tits at the same time
so that a moment later, her luscious nipples blossomed through the thin fabric.
The biggest change of all, she realized, was the change in Martin. He was fucking her
regularly for the first time in their marriage. Usually, it meant a fuck every other night.
She put it down to that first time when they had talked about Linda Stevens and how
excited he had become while she talked about Linda Stevens and how excited he had
become while she talked about the girl.
So far, she hadn't done anything to arrange a session between the two of them. It
hadn't been necessary with Martin performing so well. However, she hadn't forgotten
about the idea and at the first signs of Martin cooling, she fully intended using the girl.
After all, a change was as good as a rest, everyone said, and a strange piece of ass could
do wonders for a weary lover.
As for her relationship with Earl Esmond, she had not allowed herself to enjoy the
horny stable hand a second time. She had been tempted to but, again, with Martin
performing his husbandly duties so well, she hadn't had need of Earl's help.
She smiled to herself as she recalled how horny the poor young man could get just
staring at her, his eyes smoldering with lust whenever she decided to tease him. She had
purposely gone far more often without a bra, just to keep him horny, delighting in the
way he would sweat and stammer, the bulge at the front of his jeans swelling noticeably
when she would insist on talking to him.
But quite apart from her very satisfactory sex life with Martin, she had enjoyed as much
as anything the exciting relationships with the girls and the ponies. She had been a
horse lover ever since her parents had first allowed her to join a riding club. Until
recently, however, she had never appreciated how much her love for horses had been a
sexua! thing as well. Now, she found herself looking at a horse and thinking of it as a
sex symbol. Somehow, she could never get too interested in the dog, Major, but it
obviously was just as capable of pleasing a girl as a pony. Judy and Linda both loved to
be fucked by Major, and although she hadn't tried it herself, she had managed to coax
Toby, the Shetland pony, into giving her a good, thrilling fucking one afternoon.
She came out of her reverie as Martin arrived by her side, two tinkling glasses in his
hands and wearing the tight swim trunks, she had bought for him on the last visit to
town almost two weeks ago. She glanced at the outline of his big cock and hefty balls
before reaching for the glass.
"Thank you, darling," she grinned. "I was hoping you would bring me a drink."
Martin sat on the edge of another lounge nearby. "I thought I'd better spend an hour
with you today. Tomorrow I go to Virginia to see those new horses they have for sale."
She wrinkled her nose, aware that he had been studying her up-thrust tits. "You're a
darling. How long will you be away."
"A week."
"I'm going to miss you. I've gotten used to that beautiful cock of yours."
"You've been having too much of it."
She gave a little laugh. "I could never get too much of it."
"I'll have to find you a stand-in."
"Who?" she asked, teasing him as she sipped at the drink and stared at him over the
rim of the glass. "Who could you get as good as yourself?"
It was his turn to laugh. "It would have to be a young stud."
"Oh, I don't know," she countered thoughtfully. "I'm kinda used to an experienced
stud."
He leaned forward and kissed her, moving his free hand to cup one fully swollen tit.
"Mnnnn..." he murmured, "what a pair of tits!"
"And they're all yours," she grinned, pursing her mouth as he kissed her again.
When their mouths parted, Ingrid squinted her eyes and stared beyond the corral.
"There's Linda now," she said softly. "I should have asked her if she wanted to swim."
She looked at her watch. "It'll be two hours before anyone comes for her."
Martin shaded his eyes and studied the girl who had just walked out of the barn and
was strolling aimlessly toward a wooden seat alongside the rail surrounding the corral.
"Surely she's not going to sit and wait for two hours in the sun," he said, concern in his
voice, even though the way the young voluptuous girl was tucking in her blouse and
making her fully developed tits more prominent, was bringing a familiar ache to his
swollen balls.
"She's quite-likely to. She has no idea of time."
Martin watched the girl sit down resignedly. "At least she could come over here and
talk to us."
Ingrid watched her husband's eyes. She had suddenly experienced the first streaks of
growing lust settling in her groin. "She has a beautiful pair of tits, hasn't she?" she said
almost indifferently, holding the dark glasses on the tip of her nose. "She loves to have
them fondled too." She glanced at Martin, who had just sucked in his breath. "Maybe
we should invite her over. I know she wouldn't mind showing them to you, at least."
"Ingrid!" He looked at his wife, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his eyes.
"One false move and we could ruin everything we've built up here."
"Don't be silly. The girl loves to be fucked. It's just that every man is scared to try. I
know. I feel her up all the time."
He stared at his wife incredulously. "You do?" he asked, clearing his throat.
"Of course. The girl is sex-starved, that's all. Most girls are at that age when they
haven't enjoyed a good piece of cock." She waited for his reaction, but he was obviously
too wrapped up in imagining himself fucking the girl, so Ingrid went on, "The young
boys are always making her hot and ready. What she really needs is an experienced
fucker. Someone like yourself, darling."
Martin made a choking sound. Before he could say anything, Ingrid had struggled to
her feet and called to Linda, waving her arm in invitation until the shapely young
woman had flashed the familiar smile and started in the direction of the pool.
"Are you all through riding for the day?" asked Martin, patting the side of the lounge
until Linda sat down.
She nodded her head and smiled almost vacantly up into his handsome face.
"It'll be quite a while before your mother or father comes," said Ingrid, finishing off her
drink, "why don't you have a little swim. It'll cool you down after that fast ride on the
pinto."
The girl said nothing but stared at her feet.
"Come along! Let's see if we can find you something to wear," said Ingrid, getting to
her feet and holding out her hand until Linda had taken it. "Why don't you make us
fresh drinks?" she suggested to Martin, whose eyes were hungrily taking in the gently
swaying ass of the girl as she started for the door. "Perhaps you can even help us
choose a bikini for Linda to wear," she went on, turning to wink at her husband who,
she noted, was already breathing heavily.
In the bedroom, Ingrid lost no time in rifling through the drawers of her bureau,
eventually selecting a yellow bikini which consisted of little more than three miniature
triangles of thin nylon. Ingrid threw the flimsy pieces of cloth at Martin.
"I'm sure Linda would love you to help her," she grinned. "Meanwhile I'll get the
drinks and not be in the way."
In a matter of moments, Martin was helping the smiling girl remove her blouse. His
fingers had fumbled like a schoolboy's about to feel their first pair of fully matured tits,
but then he opened up the blouse to reveal the skimpy little bra in which the twin
globes were nestling. A moment later he reached around the young girl, unhooking her
bra and baring the magnificent tits.
If exposing her tits bothered Linda, she failed to show it. She turned sideways as he
helped her unfasten the button at the side of her jodhpurs. Then she stood patiently as
he pushed the jodhpurs down over her shapely young hips, taking the brief panties with
them until they fell to her feet and she stepped out of them.
"God, but you are a beauty!" gasped Martin, fighting to catch his breath. He had placed
his hands on the shapely hips, his fingers digging into the firm, unyielding flesh and
bringing wave after wave of lust to his loins. The thick mat of hair over the girl's cunt
was enough to make him come, and he stared at it, fascinated, his hands moving
upward to hold and cup the girl's beautiful tits.
Automatically, Linda moved toward him, holding up her face until he realized what she
was waiting for. Then he crushed his mouth against hers, his tongue sliding in through
her full, sensuous lips as she pulled herself eagerly against him. While they were still
kissing deeply, Ingrid returned to the bedroom with the drinks.
"Well!" she cried, grinning. "It didn't take long for you two to get to know each other."
She placed the tray of drinks on the bureau and closed the bedroom door. Then, as she
walked over to stand beside them, she said, "That's not very fair, Martin, darling. Linda
will think you're being a chauvinist pig." Her hands went to his swim trunks and in a
matter of moments she had them pried over his narrow hips and dropping at his feet.
"There," she cried delightedly, "now you can get the feel of her!" She placed her hands
over both their asses, forcing the excited couple to press against each other and shiver
in unison.
Ingrid continued holding the two trembling lovers together. Then she moved her hands
flatly upward over their quivering spines, the way Linda was twisting and turning her
hungry mouth assuring Ingrid that the girl was more than anxious to feel the full
strength of Martin's cock. She snaked her hand slowly between the gently gyrating
bodies, her fingers closing in around the up-thrust shaft of Martin's cock.
"It's hard already," she whispered, kissing her husband's shoulder as her hand tightly
clasped the throbbing shaft and pulled the surplus skin toward the base. A moment
later she was gently kissing Linda's tit as Martin forced it out from between their
writhing bodies, Ingrid drawing the nipple teasingly through her teeth.
"Aaaagh..." Linda croaked, a shuddering vibration racking her shapely young body.
"Yes, she really wants cock today!" squealed Ingrid, beside herself with excitement at
the prospect of seeing her husband at last fuck the girl. "And you'll love every minute
of it, darling." She sucked on the tit again, Martin obligingly squeezing and holding it
in place. "Don't keep her waiting, darling. Let her feel that big cock of yours!"
Martin picked the shapely girl up in his arms. She clung to him and made guttural
sounds, her eyes wide and full of lust. When he placed her on the edge of the mattress,
she grunted with relief. Then, without thinking, she folded her knees and braced her
heels on the side of the bed, widening her knees and giving him his first full view of her
lusciously swollen cuntlips..
Ingrid held his cock, rubbing it, then holding it to Linda's cuntlips before moving it up
and down over the pouting slit.
Linda laughed, and then gasped as he thrust in with all his might, the huge cock lifting
the excited girl from the mattress. Then, as his hands moved under the wildly
squirming ass, lifting the girl into position, Ingrid stood back and clapped her hands
delightedly, her husband's cock like a gleaming dagger as it recoiled and moved in
again, his thighs slamming against the golden-tanned thighs of the trembling girl.
Never had Martin's cock been so thoroughly encased in a cunt before, the cuntlips
expertly sucking on his throbbing shaft.
"She just loves it!" cried Ingrid ecstatically.
Her hands had gone to Linda's tits, squeezing and massaging them as her husband, his
feet braced securely on the floor, fucked the writhing girl furiously. His arms were
supporting him, his hands on the girl's shoulders so that all he could do was look
down, his eyes taking in the tits which his wife's hands were molding as if offering
them for his mouth.
Suddenly he could stand it no longer. He stretched out along the velvety soft body the
young woman, her lust and warmth seeping into him. Then he began a determined,
thrusting motion of his hips which had Linda crying out with sheer joy, her hips
flipping in time to his, her cunt actually sucking on his cock and forcing it to spurt.
Just when she was sure she couldn't stand it another moment, the huge cock expelled
its load of hot cum. For one frightening moment, she was sure she would pass out, but
then the overwhelming need for more cock swept over her. She flung her legs straight
and then wrapped them desperately over his back.
His fingers were squeezing her ass-cheeks apart, tearing her in two, but she didn't care.
Instead, she ran her arms around his neck, giving her more leverage. Then she slammed
her hips against his, the huge cock spouting and exploding at the top of her boiling
cunt.
Then she was biting at his neck and clawing at his back, her nails sinking into the
sweating, heaving flesh of his shoulders as his cock stretched for the last time,
cushioning itself against the end of her cunt to shiver and strain with unbelievable
pleasure.

* * *

It was the next day that Ingrid and Fred Dempster had their first erotic meeting. Martin
had gone to Virginia, his experience with Linda having left him satisfied and spent. So
satisfied and spent, in fact, that Ingrid had found him unwilling to fuck her that same
night and again this morning.
She had tried to coax him into fucking her, but he had failed to respond, blaming her
for having encouraged him to exhaust himself on Linda. Ingrid had laughed at the
excuse, but the thought of him fucking Linda as she recalled the events of the previous
afternoon had made Ingrid forgive him.
Now it was Sunday, and another hot day. She had been swimming earlier and was still
wearing her bikini. She hadn't seen Earl Esmond around, but she sauntered over to the
stables, hoping against hope that he may have shown up today even if he wasn't
supposed to.
She recalled how she had caught him the first time, standing there with his back against
the boards of the stall, fucking a willing Tanya. The memory gave her a tingling feeling
in her cunt, and she walked through the long stable cautiously, her bare feet making
almost no noise, in the hopes of catching the handsome young stable hand again.
But there was no sign of Esmond, and the two Shetland ponies were lazily dosing in the
far corner of their stall. She started back, but then decided to walk back through the
adjoining stable, which was connected by a door halfway along the far wall of the main
building. As she did so, she came to a startled halt, her hand flying to her mouth in
shocked amazement, for there, in the nearest stall, stood Fred Dempster, his body
moving in a methodical to-and-fro motion.
Ingrid stood still for several minutes. The stable hand had his back to her and she
realized that Dempster was fucking the pinto.
Holding her breath, Ingrid moved silently forward to stand by the boards and peer over
at Dempster. Then she failed to stifle a gasp as her eyes focused in on the thick column
of gleaming cock which was methodically churning in and out of the slobbering wet
hole of the pony's slippery cunt.
Dempster was attracted by the gasping noise beside him. "Jesus!" he cried, unable to
believe his eyes as he stared, horror-stricken at the sight of the boss' wife behind the
boards. "Jesus!" he groaned, withdrawing his wet, shimmering prick so that it
immediately sprang upward and arched, the white cum dribbling down the shaft as the
foreskin moved back to cover the dome-like head.
Ingrid could only stare at the scene and take in every detail. Dempster had arranged a
box to stand on, she noted. The new height had given him perfect alignment with the
pony's cunt, from which even now a steady flow of juice was escaping in a stream.
Dempster realized the predicament he was in. There was no excuse he could make
under the circumstances. He swore again, deciding he had just lost the best job he
would ever have, and then he was reaching for his jeans which were down around his
ankles with his undershorts
But Ingrid had anticipated the move. She moved through the little gate on the other
side of Dempster before he could manipulate his clothing up his trembling legs.
"It's all right," she assured him, trying to keep her voice low and confidential. "No one
will ever know, if you don't tell them."
She moved both hands to clasp his steaming cock, smiling as he sagged against the
boards in disbelief. Her soft, smooth fingers were gliding everywhere over his up-thrust
cock. It was like having his prick in a can of worms, her fingers expertly manipulating
the skin along the full length, baring the flaring head and squeezing it delicately.
"You mean... you mean you won't tell...?"
She closed one hand under his balls, the sac filling her hand completely as she squeezed
and pulled on it.
"Of course not. You weren't doing the horse any harm. You were only loving it up a
little."
She clutched his balls firmly, rubbing the rigid shaft of hot cock slowly with her other
hand. She waited while he gave a long, plaintive groan, the tenderness of her hands
filling him with mounting lust as he focused his eyes on the flimsy little triangles of her
bikini halter. They barely contained the fully blossomed nipples and the surrounding
areolas, the remainder of the huge, fully matured tits being fully exposed and but a few
inches from his face.
"But tell me," Ingrid went on as if nothing important was happening, "I thought you
were happily married and all that sort of thing. Wifie didn't cut you off, did she?"
His huge cock was starting to reach and strain and she stopped rubbing the thick
column, clasping it instead and feeling it pulse and throb in her hand.
"You're very well hung," she went on, feeling him sag even more until he had flung his
arms along the top of the boards for support. "Maybe you were too much for her,
although she always gave me the impression she had hot pants."
Fred Dempster let out a pitiful groan. "That's the trouble," he gasped, "she does have
hot pants."
Ingrid gave a short laugh and started rubbing the meaty coil of thick cock again. "Oh, I
see. She's getting some strange cock on the side, is she? Just like you, Dempster. Just
like you, except you preferred a little horse cunt."
"I didn't... I didn't know anyone..."
Ingrid pretended to look surprised. She purposely leaned forward more than necessary,
her huge tits hanging more prominently before his eyes, and now almost completely
free of the twin triangles of nylon.
"Didn't it occur to you that I might enjoy a piece of that big cock of yours?" she asked,
a hurt tone in her voice. "I could have knelt on all fours and you could have serviced
me, Dempster." She was holding his cock stiffly and letting it reach and strain. "Let me
see you fuck the pinto again," she said, grinning at the look on the man's face. "A real
good fucking just to finish her off."
"No, please, Mrs. Foster. No."
She was pulling on his cock and had the flaring head moving into the pulsing hole of
the pony's quivering cunt.
She had a good hold of the heavy balls and was forcing him forward, her eyes glued to
the shimmering length of red, blood-bloated cock as it slid effortlessly into the pinto's
waiting cunt.
"Beautiful!" she gasped. "Now really fuck it until I see how good you are."
She watched the bewildered man thrust at the gulping wet hole, his hips slamming
against the hard rump of the pony, which was shuffling its feet, but otherwise appeared
to be unconcerned.
"Yes, you have a lot of power, don't you, Dempster?" she grinned, her hand still pulling
on his balls from behind. "I can hardly wait for a fucking myself!"
Her suggestion made him lose all control He gave a lunging thrust and then a series of
jerks, his balls emptying themselves into the pinto's squirming cunt. Then his head fell
forward onto the animal's back and he was gasping and fighting for air. Every muscle in
his body was like a taut spring now starting to relax.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to face the beautiful wife of his boss, and still not sure
that his actions would get him anything but instant dismissal. But then Mrs. Foster's
hands were stroking his back, massaging him expertly, one hand moving into his thighs
to clutch at his balls, as the other gently held his cock, jerking it back to life so that all
he could do was shudder and shiver.
It was several minutes before he realized Mrs. Foster was doing nothing that would
indicate she was about to fire him. His cock had gone partially limp, but now under the
fantastic caressing of her fingers, it was growing steadily, exerting itself to its full length
and thickness. He opened his eyes and stared longingly at the sensational tits which
were swaying gently behind the skimpy little triangles of nylon.
"Yes, you're certainly a healthy young stud." she said, grinning at the look on his face
as his eyes devoured her bulging tits. "Stand up and let me have a look at you."
When he raised his head, she slapped the pinto's rump and the animal strolled away, a
thin stream of creamy cum still oozing from the pulsing cunt. Then she stood in front
of him, both hands moving along his jerking cock, which was still wet and dripping.
"Very healthy," she went on, murmuring as if in a trance, her eyes wide and filled with
anticipation as she stared down at the steaming rod of thick cock, "and almost ready for
another fucking."
She moved one hand under the powerful prick and caught at his balls, squeezing them
until he groaned and then spread his thighs. She moved forward, the increased height
as Dempster stood on the wooden box making his cock line up with the bottom of her
rib cage.
She held his cock upright and while he stared, mesmerized, she moved one hand
around her back, unclasping the hooks and shaking the halter free. A moment later his
throbbing cock was encased between the thrusting domes of her tits, the exquisite
softness enveloping his hot shaft. "God!"
"That feel good?" she asked, grinning up at him as she squeezed the luscious globes
around his cock, making it reach and jerk so that the flaring pink head popped
suddenly out through the top of her cleavage. She laughed as he flung his arms along
the top boards once more. "That really does feel good, doesn't it, Dempster?" She was
working her hands all around her swollen tits, the constant movement of the soft,
billowy flesh around the straining prick making it reach and jerk crazily.
"Good God!" He could only stare at the way her hands were working on her tits.
Somehow she managed to constantly stroke at his balls which were squashed against
the bottom of her rib cage, forcing his excited cock to stretch itself hungrily between
her tits. Then, even as he stared, fascinated, at his cockhead now fully bared between
the tops of the bulging domes, it gave a little spurt of juice which, he noted with horror,
had almost hit her chin.
"Now he's getting excited," Ingrid said, looking down at the dome of pink flesh which
was throbbing and pulsing and pushing itself upward between her tits. His cockhead
was but an inch or two below her face and her eyes were almost crossed as she focused
on it. "Beautiful," she whispered, feeling the young man tremble uncontrollably as she
continued massaging the up-thrust shaft with her tits. Another clear glob of juice burst
from the tiny hole. "Oh! How marvelous!" she cried, her tongue darting out and licking
at the gleaming knob of cock and cleaning it off.
For one crazy moment, Fred Dempster thought he was dreaming. Never in his wildest
dreams had he ever expected to see the day when Mrs. Foster would be sucking his
cock. He cringed, his knuckles white as his hands grasped at the boards. Then, in a
daze, he watched her head drop slowly as the liquid heat of her beautiful mouth fully
encompassed the head of his shimmering cock.
"Aaaagh... Christ!" His brain was ready to explode and his hips and thighs were a
shaking, quivering mass of uncontrolled flesh and bones. "No... no... Jesus!" he cried,
the ache in his steaming balls becoming unbearable.
For several minutes, Ingrid was content to keep her lips tightly enclosed around the
ridge of the young man's straining cock. Her tongue washed over the pulsing cockhead
in a lazy, languid movement which had Dempster shaking like a child. Occasionally,
she allowed the sharp tip of her curled tongue to stab at the hard head, but then she
contentedly lapped around the knob, delighting in the way the stable hand was
responding as he appeared to lose all control.
She removed her mouth after several minutes and looked up at him. "Don't come in
my mouth, Dempster," she said softly, the look on her face one of complete
contentment. "Do you understand? Don't come in my mouth."
"Wh-what?" he groaned.
She moved the enormous tits soothingly around the up-thrust shaft of cock, rubbing it
affectionately, and at the same time being careful to stroke at the torrid nipples which
were stretching like fingers and waiting for some action. Then her lips pressed against
the towering cockhead, parting under the pressure as the bulbous head edged into the
welcoming heat of her waiting mouth. This time, while her tongue eagerly washed the
pulsing head, she gently sucked at the cock, feeling the young man jerk and quiver as
he tried to control his climax.
Just as he was about to go completely insane, she teasingly withdrew her lips, drawing
them over the throbbing cone of hot flesh before looking up once more into the terror
stricken face of the stable hand.
"Don't come in my mouth, Dempster," she warned a second time, aware the young
man's balls were on fire and his powerful cock ready to shoot a load of boiling jism. "I
don't like it in my mouth, okay?"
She could hardly wait to get Dempster together with Linda Stevens and even Judy
Connors, who was showing more and more enthusiasm for fucking and sucking nice
strong cocks. She tried to imagine Dempster fucking the pinto, while Linda sucked on
the Shetland's cock and Judy was on all fours with the German shepherd humping his
thin doggie cock into her excited cunt.
The fantasy spurred Ingrid on.
She lowered her face, pressing her lips against the pulpy, meaty head of Dempster's
cock. A moment later her tightly closed mouth edged over the dome-like head to the
ridge, downward over the steaming column of pulsing cock.
His pubic hair tickled her lips as the cock touched the back of her throat. The cock
widened, cruelly pressing against her teeth and lips, opening her mouth far wider than
it had ever been opened before. She got a firm hold on his balls, squeezing them tightly
and moving them backward into the curve near his ass, the cock shuddering and
stretching in response, the head pulsing hungrily in the softness of her throat.
"No... no!" Dempster's frantic cry was a warning which was filled with frustration.
"I'm... I'm... I'm coming... Mrs. Fos..."
He moved his feet wider on the box and released his hold on the boards, one hand
going to her head and grabbing a handful of honey-blonde hair. His other flew without
thinking to one tit, erratically squeezing and milking at it.
"I'm... I'm... com..." His warning ended in a pitiful wail, the feel of the luscious tit in
his hand breaking down the last of his resistance.
The overwhelming feeling of power over the man made Ingrid lose all control. She
twisted and turned her head until the flaring head of the cock had slipped down her
throat. She raked the side of the straining prick with her tongue, licking and lashing at
it in wild abandon.
Fred Dempster tried to control his jerking hips, finally giving up as the sweet caresses
of the fabulous mouth increased, sucking out the hot cum from his balls and into the
shaft of his shuddering cock. For almost a minute he hung poised. Then his hand
moved from her beautiful tit and joined his other, both pulling at her long, blonde hair
as he started fucking into the liquid heat of her swiftly moving mouth.
"Yes... God... yes!"
He couldn't have stopped now even if he had wanted to. His cock was fully extended
and her throat was sucking on the head, squeezing and encouraging it, making it ready
to spurt out the massive load of creamy jism. He hung on, lights and stars exploding in
his head as he stared upward to the rafters. Then, violently, Ingrid's mouth swept down
over the last two inches of his cock, her lips working around the base of his shuddering
prick as the torrent of cum poured into her waiting throat.


THE END
