DAUGHTER LOVES HORSES
By Frank Brown


Chapter 1

Carrying her bookbag in her left hand and her sneakers in her right, Sandra tiptoed
barefoot through the dewy grass of the pasture. The sun was no more than a reddish
streak on the horizon and a chill still hung in the dawn air, but Sandra didn't mind.
The blood throbbed hot in her temples and between her legs. She was trembling, but
not from the morning air. She glanced over her shoulder, relieved to see the horsebarn
was between her and the house, where her dad and brother still slept. If one of them
were to wake up now and to look out the window, the horsebarn would hide her.
Feeling a surge of freedom and excitement, Sandra dropped her books and shoes and
began taking off her clothes. Fifty yards away, the chestnut stallion put his head up
high and sniffed the air.
The stallion's enormous pink prick dangled down out of its sheath, then began to
stiffen, throbbing up to a hard-on just like the prick of any boy at Sandra's high school.
No boy's prick could ever match the size of a horsecock, though, that Sandra knew for
sure. Sandra's cunt throbbed, leaking juice, and she peeled off her jeans and panties as
fast as she could. She wouldn't have time to run back to the house for a change of
clothes before the school bus arrived, so she couldn't risk getting her panties and jeans
all wet. As she dropped the panties and felt the morning breeze slip between her legs
and nibble at her burning crotch, she watched the stallion's nostrils flare and he
immediately started trotting toward her.
Sandra pulled off her T-shirt, then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra,
letting it slide off and tumble to the ground. She stepped away from her clothes so the
horse wouldn't step on them, then put her hands out and caught his head as he stopped
in front of her. The stallion immediately pressed his wet nostrils to her left nipple, and
Sandra shivered. The stallion's hot tongue lapped at her tit and made it jiggle.
Sandra gasped, her cunt contracting. She shoved the stallion's head away. "Oh,
Brownie, take it easy." Hot juice trickled down between her thighs.
The stallion nuzzled her other tit, then nipped at it with his lips. Sandra's eyes rolled.
She shimmied her legs together, torn between the desire to bring herself off right away
now and the desire to prolong her pleasure and excitement. She knew she could have
multiple orgasms if she wanted to, but multiple orgasms never felt as intense and
satisfying as one orgasm that had been built up to slowly. She pushed the horse away
again, but not before some of his hot spittle ran down her belly.
The stallion thrust his head down and sniffed at her cunt, rubbing his steaming nostrils
in her teenaged bush, nibbling at the hairs as if they were succulent sprigs of new grass.
"Oh, Brownie," she giggled, "stop that now." But she spread her legs, letting the stallion
rub his snout between them.
His big wet tongue came out and began to lick. Sandra's eyes rolled again. The hot
tongue deftly parted her pussylips and lapped between them. Sandra began to pant, her
heart thudding in her chest. She placed her hands firmly on the stallion's forehead and
pushed him away.
"Brownie, please! Don't be naughty now."
She turned around toward her clothes. Maybe she could find a tissue in her bookbag.
She felt slimy between the legs, dripping with cuntjuice and horse-spittle. As she bent
over, the snorting stallion licked up the furrow of her ass.
She looked behind herself and saw the enormous pinkish horse-cock twitching up and
down. The stallion stepped forward, his tongue lapping up her back, and she sensed
immediately that he was going to try to mount her.
"Brownie, no!" She dropped to her hands and knees and scrambled away in the wet
grass.
She stood up and faced the horse. He looked her straight in the eye and snorted.
"Just like one of the guys at school," she said. "Know that, Brownie? You're just like
one of the guys at school – always wanting to fuck. But you can't do that, darling. You
can't do that. You'd kill me if you ever fell on me. You'd crush me to death."
The stallion whinnied, pounding the ground with his right hoof. His prick flexed up
and down like a gigantic arm. Sandra shivered, an uneasy chill needling through her
spine.
One of these days he's going to get out of control, she told herself. One of these days
he's going to get up on me and try to rape me.
The thought both terrified and thrilled her. Perhaps she'd already gone too far with
Brownie. She wished there was some way she could safely let him mount her. The
thought of fucking that big gorgeous horse-prick just about drove her crazy! She almost
came every time she imagined herself impaled on it.
Brownie moved toward her, nostrils flared, an evil expression on his face. He looked no
different than a lust-maddened boy who had caught the scent of cunt. Sandra felt
herself melting under that gaze. She could hardly stand up anymore. She was an easy
lay, as the boys termed it, but what could she do about it? When a boy looked at her
that way – when a stallion looked at her that way – she felt absolutely powerless. She
dove for the ground and scrambled between the stallion's legs. Sitting underneath his
heaving chestnut flanks, she grabbed his stiff horse-cock and began to slide her hands
up and down it.
"There, boy, " she whispered, her heart pounding. "There, there. I'll take care of you.
Just take it easy. Sandra will take care of you. Sandra will make love to your beautiful
prick."
As she rubbed the hard cylinder of horsecock from one end to the other, she felt her
strength returning. The trick to maintaining control of herself was to take the initiative,
to become active, to allow her own lust to assert itself.
"Oh, beautiful!" she cooed, masturbating the horse-cock. A drop of hot fuck-lube
dropped from the tip of the prickhead and fell on her left tit. She rubbed the rich
cockjuice into her creamy skin. As some more fuck-lube leaked out, she rubbed it on
her nipple.
Brownie snorted, shifting, but he remained in position, allowing her to jerk him off. She
felt more at ease now, although she still couldn't trust the horse completely. She'd been
jerking him off for several months now, and generally he behaved himself. But lately
he'd been getting restless. She could tell that he wanted more now – just as the boys
who had at one time settled for hand-jobs now demanded more of her. Well, letting a
boy fuck her was one thing, but letting a horse mount her was something else.
"Mm, you're such a big boy, aren't you?" She hugged the big cock, rubbed her cheek
against it, and began to lick it all over.
Horse-cock tasted different from boy-cock. It had more of a gamy flavor, a stronger
taste. Whereas most boys had sweet-tasting cocks, she'd never tasted a horsecock that
was sweet. Horsepricks were salty, pungent. She'd tasted a few uncut guys whose cocks
tasted vaguely like horsecocks, and those guys she could have sucked forever. She
wished that more guys were uncut.
The big stallion was snorting and panting. Little shivers ran through his muscular
flanks. Sandra slid up and down his cock, her tits wrapped around it. She kissed it all
over, licked it until it was shiny with her spit, nibbled at it with her lips and teeth.
It was so big, so beautiful, so hot and hard. The cum-hole was wide open from the
stallion's excitement. fuck-lube leaked out each time the big cock flexed. Sandra
fastened her mouth over the end of the flaring prickhead and sucked out the fuck-lube,
wriggled her tongue up into the piss hole and tonguefucked it. Brownie whinnied,
thrusting at her mouth and nearly knocking her over.
"Easy boy!" she panted. "Take it easy." She giggled to herself, thrilled at the stallion's
response. Nothing thrilled her more than getting a horse or a boy all worked up. She
loved to see them thrust, loved to hear them pant and grunt.
She opened her mouth and forced it back over the horse-cock, taking in the whole
meaty knob. Her jaws felt as if they would dislocate, but she rather enjoyed the
sensation. Brownie's cum was worth big bucks and Sandra wondered how many
thousands of dollars worth of the precious fuck-cream she'd milked out onto her skin
or had swallowed. The thought excited her and she squirmed, clamping her legs
together rhythmically, sucking harder on the bulbous prickhead. The sun rose above
the treeless horizon at that moment and bathed Sandra in a luxurious warmth. I feel so
good, she thought. Oh, I just want to stay here like this forever!
Her hands slipped up and down the long horsecock, her fingers playing over it as if
over the strings of a harp. The big cock was as hard as the tusk of an elephant, and it
was rippled with ridges and veins that thrilled her hands. She wished to God she could
experience the feeling of the big prick slipping in and out of her cunt.
She drew her mouth away from the cockhead and lapped around and around it as if it
were a gigantic lollipop. Brownie snorted, shifting restlessly, his prick flexing and
leaking fuck-lube. Sandra caught some of the fuck-lube and rubbed it between her legs,
working the cockjuice of the horse between her tingling pussylips.
"Oh, Brownie, I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel your cock in me so bad. I do. I do.
Oh, Brownie, I want you!" Jerking her hands frantically up and down the horse-dong,
she lapped wetly at the head, all the while clamping her thighs together and shimmying
them with a rhythm that caused the heat and fuck-tension to grow in her loins. She felt
contractions in her asshole, felt the pussy juice bubble out of her cunt like hot oil. Her
nipples tingled, standing out like ruby spikes.
"Oh Brownie, oh Brownie, oh Brownie! Come, my darling! Squirt your stuff all over
me! Let me see it shoot! Let me see you cream!"
The stallion reared up slightly, thrusting his hard cock between her hands. It was a
gorgeous sight – the big cock quivering as it slid between her hands, the head flared
out like an inflated balloon, the cum-hole open and steaming.
Sandra felt so good between her legs she wanted to die. It was as if millions of little
tongues were licking out the walls of her cunt and asshole. Needles of itch and fire shot
through the super-sensitive meat of her contracting pussy.
"Oh, Brownie, shoot it now! Now, darling! Oh, God!" She rubbed her bare ass against
her heels madly, feeling the contractions of orgasm beginning in the pit of her cunt.
Brownie grunted, snorted, reared up and whinnied. His cock nearly jerked out of
Sandra's grip, but she clung to it frantically. The stallion's flanks quivered and he began
to thrust as if out of control. His pisshole opened so wide that Sandra could have
shoved her little finger inside it. The huge prick shivered and flexed, and a torrent of
white cum spurted out all over Sandra's face and tits. She caught some of the slimy
fluid in her mouth and tasted its rich alkaline flavor as her own loins exploded with
pleasure.
"Ohhhh Brownie, shoot it! Uh, oh, eeeeh!" As she writhed, tossing her head deliriously,
she bathed herself in the stallion' s profuse spurts of jism. The stuff was wonderfully hot
and the scent of it filled the air. She got her mouth over the stallion's cockhead and
received a powerful spurt. She gagged for a moment, then swallowed frantically. The
spasms ripped through her loins with such intensity that she thought she was going to
scream.
"Shoot it, my darling," she muttered, smacking her lips and licking the stallion's
cumdripping cockhead. "Feed it to me. Oh God, I'm gonna die!"
Releasing the stallion's prick, she thrust both her hands between her legs and crushed
the last of her orgasm out of her swollen cuntslabs. Brownie's cock flexed, shooting a
last spurt into her face.
By the time Sandra had recovered from her delirium, Brownie's cock had softened. It
now hung limp and fat from its brown sheath, a few drops of cum dribbling from its
cum-hole. Sandra crawled out from under the horse and stood up, the climbing sun
washing over her, the breeze ruffling her long brunette hair. She shook her head at the
grazing stallion, who was tearing up mouthfuls of green grass and chewing them
calmly, as if nothing had happened.
She cleaned as much of the stallion's slimy cum off her tits and belly and face as she
could, eating it as fast as she wiped it off with her hands, the rubbed the rest of the rich
cream into her skin. She was convinced that there was nothing better for a girl's skin
than fuck-cream fresh from a big hard cock.
After dressing, she picked up her bookbag and trotted out over the pasture and over the
hill, descending on the other side until she got to the county road. Then she walked up
the road to the driveway entrance to wait for her school bus. She was relieved to see
that her brother Billy wasn't already there waiting. Otherwise she would have had to
explain to him why she'd taken such a roundabout way to get here.
Well, she'd gotten away with it again, she thought, pulling a mirror and hairbrush out
of her bookbag. It was easy to sneak out early this way when mom was away on a
business trip. Dad might be home, but he always slept late. She brushed her hair,
wondering whether her dad's cock might be big and uncut – big as a horse-cock.


Chapter 2

Bob Phelps sprawled naked on his bed, his back propped up by two thick pillows, his
right hand slowly fisting his uncut cock, his left hand pressing the buttons on the video
remote-control box on the bed at his side. As he pressed each button, a new live picture
appeared on the large TV projection-screen that covered most of the wall in front of
him. There now was an overview of Sandra's bedroom – empty, damn it! He touched
another button and checked out the gym he'd had built for Sandra to practice her
gymnastics. Nobody there either. He snooped on Billy's bedroom last, just to see if the
boy had gotten home from school yet. The room was unoccupied. Frustrated, he
punched the off button.
Great! Closed-circuit TV and nothing to watch but empty rooms. He was tempted to
jam a cassette into his bedside video-recorder and to get his rocks off by watching some
young slut blowing a hound or writhing under the sweaty flanks of a snorting stallion.
Only one thing excited him as much as watching a young bitch making it with an
animal, and that was the idea of stuffing his own throbbing prick up the cunt or asshole
of his teenaged daughter.
"Come on home, you little bitch," he muttered, squeezing his cock so hard that the
warm fuck-lube bubbled out of his gaping piss-slit and trickled down over his knuckles.
"Come on home and spread those great legs of yours for daddy. Oh baby, I want you
so bad!"
He felt a contraction underneath his balls and immediately let go of his cock as if it
were a cylinder of red-hot metal. He didn't want to come yet, didn't want to waste his
load like this – staring at an empty video screen and wishing he could get his hands on
his daughter.
He got up from the bed and opened the locked door of his bedroom. His cock wagged
in the air like an enormous tail as he tip-toed down the carpeted hallway to the video
library in the living room. He felt a touch uneasy. It would be just his luck that either
Sandra or Billy or the both of them would arrive, home from school at this moment
and catch him like this in the living room. Quickly, he pulled open the door of the
cabinet where he kept his private collection of video-porn and ran his index finger
along the shelf of bestiality cassettes. His heart quickened when he discovered that two
of the cassettes were out of place.
"Well, it's about time," he said, grinning to himself. "Oh, let it be Sandra. Let it be her
and one of her ass-wiggling girlfriends!" He pulled the two out-of-place tapes off the
shelf, swung shut the cabinet doors without locking them, and jogged back to his
bedroom.
It's working, he thought, locking the bedroom door behind him. His plan was working.
He'd intentionally left the doors of the video porn cabinet open in hopes that Sandra
would get into the cabinet and would find the porn. Both she and Billy had their own
video machines in their bedrooms, so she'd have no trouble viewing the porn tapes in
privacy – and Bob would have no trouble viewing her while she viewed the tapes! He'd
hidden no less than six video cameras in" the walls and ceiling of her bedroom so he
could watch her from all angles.
His hands trembled so that he could hardly get the first cassette into the machine. He
had to know what she'd been watching, had to know what kind of ideas were now
fermenting in her teenaged mind. He at last got the tape into his machine and touched
the "play" button.
"Mm, let me suck it, poochie," cooed the voice of a young woman as she appeared on
the screen in living size and color.
She lay naked on her back, her legs spread, her crotch dripping, her mouth going for
the shiny red cock of the greyhound who was straddling her face. As her lips wrapped
around the dog's quivering cock, she thrust two fingers up her cunt and began to jerk
off wildly. She made slurping, cooing sounds, bobbing her blonde head. The dog
panted, humping at her face.
Bob grabbed his cock and tried to crush the itch and ache out of it. "Sandra," he
whispered. "Sandra, baby, suck that hot dogprick. Oh, suck it off, baby, suck it off, suck
it off!"
The girl on the screen was certainly not Sandra, but it was extra-exciting to pretend that
she was. He hoped to God that Sandra had watched this tape. What wild ideas a tape
like this would put into a teenaged mind!
The greyhound was whimpering, his skinny flanks quivering. The blonde grabbed the
base of his twitching dog-prick and manipulated it in her fingers as the dog pumped his
slimy grayish cum all over her face and into her gaping mouth. She giggled as she
swallowed his cum, then sucked his cock into her mouth again and drained him
completely. All the while her fingers continued to plunge in and out of her juicy cunt.
She arched up suddenly, her toes clutching. "Ooh! Oh! I'm coming! Oh, God!" She
humped at her jerking, clutching hand, her eyes rolling, gasps of pleasure coming from
her gaping mouth. The dog-cum trickled down her cheeks. When her orgasm had
subsided, she slumped back.
The greyhound moved down between her legs and nuzzled her wet crotch. She offered
him her dripping fingers and he licked them clean. She spread her legs wider,
squirming and moaning as the dog lapped at her wideopen crotch.
"Jesus Christ, what a bitch!"
Bob switched off the machine, unable to watch another second of the tape. His loins
throbbed and his cock felt as if it were going to split down the middle. He knew
without a doubt that if Sandra were to walk into the room at this moment, he'd pin her
down and drive his raging cock up her cunt until he blew her head off with an
explosive load. He was so hot that he'd rape her, goddamn it!
"Lock the door."
"Hurry up. Put it on."
"Lock the door, you. dork."
Bob caught his breath, taken by surprise by the voices coming suddenly over the
speakers. He immediately touched a button on his remote control box to turn down the
volume.
"Hurry up. I wanna see some hot tits."
"You sure the door's locked?"
"Oh man, quit being such a cunt."
"Shut up or you ain't gonna see nothing."
"Oh fuck, put on the tape, man."
Bob touched another button on the remote control box and watched his son's bedroom
appear on the projection screen. Billy and some other boy were standing in front of
Billy's videomachine. Their school books were scattered across Billy's bed.
Billy's friend unzipped his jeans and pulled out a stiff, young cock. "What's this one
about? More chicks with dogs and horses?"
"Don't know," Billy said. He pushed the cassette into the machine and pressed the
"play" button.
"All right!" the other boy sang, beating fiercely on his cock as the picture appeared on
Billy's TV screen. "Shit, he's fucking her right on the diving board. Look at it spring up
and down."
"I hope they fall in the water," Billy said hauling our his own cock. He stroked it back
handed. "Wow!"
"Fuck," said the other boy. "Look at that!"
Bob jabbed at the remote control box and blew out his breath as the projection screen
went blank. "Shit!"
So it had been Billy who'd gotten into the porn cassette cabinet and not Sandra. Crap!
How was he going to get the dizzy bitch to snoop The cabinet door had been unlocked
for a week now from the day Gwen had left on her business trip A week from now and
he'd have to lock the cabinet up again, because Gwen would freakout if she ever found
out that he'd allowed the kids to view his porn tapes It was a wonder she hadn't
destroyed the tapes herself by now, cold bitch that she was.
Gwen had never even masturbated, or so she claimed. How he'd ever managed to get
her pregnant twice was one of the mysteries of the universe as far as Bob was
concerned. Getting a fuck out of that woman was like trying to saddle a wild mustang.
And when he eventually did get his cock into her, she would lie there like a
mannequin. There was more life in the inflatable sexdoll he kept locked up in a trunk
in the basement.
Damn her! If she ever tampered with his tapes, he'd kill her. Maybe the reason she
hadn't raised much hell in a while about his tapes was that she still thought he owned
only a few. He felt almost sick each time he thought about Gwen finding out that he
had accumulated over threehundred porn tapes, and that about, three dozen, of them
showed Women with animals.
Christ, if she ever found out about the animal tapes, he didn't know what would
happen. The few minutes of porn video Gwen had seen had shown a man and a
woman naked and kissing, and she'd claimed it was so disgusting that anybody who
watched such filth ought to be locked up.
Bob sat down on the bed and slowly removed the tape from his video-recorder. It didn't
pay to watch anymore of the tape, nor did he want to see what was on the other since it
had been Billy who had viewed them and not Sandra. His cock hung over the side of
the bed, a drop of fuck-lube still clinging to its tip. His loins felt tight and throbbed
dully, but he was no longer excited. Thinking about Gwen was enough to make a man
impotent.
She'd be back from her business trip in a week, and he'd be going back to work in a
week, and although Gwen would be going on many more business trips – thank God –
he wouldn't take another vacation for another three to six months, and spying on
Sandra after school would be impossible since he never got home from work until after
six. He was positive that immediately after school was when Sandra and her girlfriends
were most sexually active. Jacking off after school was a universal practice. Weren't Billy
and some friend jacking off in Billy's bedroom right now?
The week hadn't been a total loss. He'd watched Sandra jack off twice in her bedroom,
and he'd watched Sandra and one of her girlfriends, Roxanne, dress for gymnastics
practice and undress afterwards before they took their showers. Watching them practice
had been a turn-on too. Bob regretted that he hadn't yet set up a camera which would
allow him to watch the girls in the shower. He'd have to get to work on that tomorrow.
Christ, if Gwen ever found out about all these hidden cameras it would be the end! The
end!
He reached over and started playing with the buttons on the remote control box. Each
camera in the system was controlled by a separate button. There was a volume control
and a control for zooming in. The system so far included one camera in Billy's room,
six in Sandra's room, and four in the gym. The one camera in Billy's room would catch
the action if by chance Billy brought in some girl from his school.
He touched a button and Billy's room appeared on the screen. The two boys were
simultaneously firing wads of jism against the screen of Billy's TV while they grunted
with pleasure and the woman on the tape gibbered with an orgasm of her own.
"Hope they have the brains to clean up their mess," Bob muttered, pressing another
button and seeing an overall view of Sandra's bed room appear. No Sandra.
He was about to press the gym button when he spotted something out of place in
Sandra's room. He zoomed in.
A pair of sneakers lay next to the bed. He pressed another button. School books on the
dresser. Then he saw the heaps of clothes on the floor next to the dresser. They'd been
hidden from the view of the first camera. Shaking, Bob jabbed at the remote control.
"Let's look at an animal one," Billy's friend was saying, wiping jism off his hand and
onto the leg of his bluejeans.
"Shit!" Bob punched another button and got Sandra's bedroom again. "Jesus Christ!"
He hit the right button and the gym appeared on the projection screen. "Oh, Jesus!"
Sandra and Roxanne stood on the screen, life-size and in gorgeous color. Neither girl
had a stitch of clothing on.
"I'm so sore," Roxanne said. "If I do a split I'll scream."
"Lucky you," said Sandra. "Wish I was that sore. Was it as big as they say?"
"Bigger." Roxanne tossed her head to get her shoulder-length blonde hair all behind her
shoulders. She caught half her hair in her left hand and made a pigtail of the hair on
the left side of her head, shoving a rubberband up to secure the pigtail.
"Ooh," Sandra said, cupping her crotch with both hands. She wrapped her legs around
each other and squeezed them together rhythmically. "How much bigger?"
Roxanne made another pigtail on the right side. Her nice-sized adolescent tits jiggled as
she moved her arms. "Bigger than I ever saw except on a horse."
Sandra squealed, wiggling her ass. "Eeh, I'm getting all wet!"
"And he fucked like a horse," Roxanne said. "Just like one of those big stallions your
dad's got out back. He's a regular bull. Baby, I could hardly stand it." She wiped the
inner side of her right thigh with her hand. "Jeez, now I'm getting all wet too. Let's
work out before we're both sliding in juice." She bent down to pick up her red
gymnastics outfit, giving Bob a shot of her luscious teenaged ass.
Bob zoomed in, saw her asshole and cunt close up. He could smell her. He knew it was
impossible, but he could smell her.
"Let's exercise naked today," Sandra said, still rubbing her crotch. "We'll lock the door."
"Good idea," Roxanne said, tossing her red outfit aside. "No sense getting our clothes
all wet and smelly."
"Tell me more about Roger's cock." Sandra walked over to lock the gym door. Her
chestnut hair hung halfway down her back. It bounced as she padded across the mats.
Bob relaxed back against his pillows, left hand on the control box so he could catch the
girls on different cameras. He could zoom in, too. He turned the volume up loud, so
loud that he could hear the girls breathing. It was as if he were with them, as if he were
naked between them. His right hand pumping his cock, he listened and watched
intently. Sandra and Roxanne were all his.


Chapter 3

The two nude girls did their warm-up stretches, then took turns performing on the
balance beam. Their nubile young tits jiggled and quivered with each of their
movements. Sandra did a handstand on the balance beam, spreading her legs into a full
split while she held it.
Roxanne stood down below to assist. "How'd you like to get banged in that position?"
Roxanne asked.
Sandra brought her legs together and regained a standing position on the beam.
"Would you quit talking like that? I'm so worked up already, I can't concentrate." She
stood on the beam, facing Roxanne, and lowered herself into a full split, pointing her
toes as she lowered her crotch to the beam.
"Baby, you're so wet I don't see why you don't slide off that beam." Roxanne reached
between Sandra's legs and fingered Sandra's glistening cunt.
"Roxanne!" Sandra whined, giggling at the same time.
Roxanne twisted her middle finger up into Sandra's cunt.
Sandra gasped, her eyes rolling back, her toes curling under. "Jesus, stop that! Oh my!"
Roxanne laughed. She popped her finger out and sucked the juice off it. "Mmm!"
Sandra shook her head. "Sometimes you're disgusting."
Roxanne smiled, reaching down and shoving the same finger up her own cunt. When
she withdrew it, she offered the dripping digit to Sandra. "Want a taste?"
Sandra winced. "Yuk!"
"Aw, come on, you've sucked on worse things." She rubbed some cuntjuice on Sandra's
lips. "Open up."
Sandra started to mutter something and Roxanne slipped the wet finger into Sandra's
mouth.
"That a girl. Suck it clean." As Roxanne pulled the finger out, Sandra's lips smacked
together. "Tastes as good as a cock, doesn't it?"
"Are you kidding me?" Sandra did some bending stretches to each side. Some juice
leaked out of her cunt and dripped off the balance beam.
"Not at all," Roxanne said. She leaned forward, her tits hanging, and licked Sandra's
juice off the beam. "Let me eat you out." She mashed her nose against Sandra's crotch
and started to slurp.
Sandra hugged Roxanne's head. "Don't," she panted. "Christ, you're gonna make me
fall off and break my neck. Oh, God, stop it! Ooh!"
Roxanne backed away, laughing. "Well, if you're so worried about falling off, let me get
up there and you can blow me."
Sandra rolled her eyes. "Thought you were too sore for doing splits. Thought Roger
ground you out raw."
"He did," Roxanne said. "But I'll force myself to endure a little pain for a good
pussylick. Besides, nothing is better for a sore cunt than a nice wet tongue."
"I'm not in the mood for eating pussy," Sandra said. "Come on, let's finish working
out."
Roxanne shook her blonde head. "You are so damn wishy-washy, girl. Ten minutes ago
all you cared about was hearing about Roger's prick and now you're talking like some
Russian coach. I'll never understand you." She pranced toward the door, ass wiggling,
tits bouncing.
"Where are you going?"
"To get somebody who can take care of me."
"Not him again?"
Roxanne turned back, her hand on the door knob. "And why not? He's a real pro at
cuntlicking." She turned the knob, stuck her head out the door, and whistled.
Sandra jumped down off the beam. "Roxanne, don't bring him in here!"
Roxanne opened the door further, letting in sunlight and a bounding dog with flying
red fur. The dog sniffed excitedly at Roxanne's ass, nuzzled between her legs from
behind, then sprang toward Sandra and rammed his wet snout against her crotch.
Sandra shrieked.
Roxanne slammed and locked the gym door. "Red, get over here!" She stepped back
onto the mats and fell onto her back, kicking her legs up and spreading them. "Come
on, boy, eat me!"
The big Irish setter whirled away from Sandra and rushed toward Roxanne, his long
claws gouging the mats. He shoved his snout between her legs and started lapping
furiously at her crotch. Roxanne sighed, reaching down to spread her cuntslabs wide.
Her bent legs hovered in the air. The dog's shiny red prick snaked out of its sheath,
twitching excitedly.
"Roxanne, I wish you wouldn't bring that dog in here."
Roxanne didn't answer. She rolled her head from side to side, moaning softly. As the
dog lapped, growling as if over a piece of bloody steak, Roxanne started to jerk and
writhe.
"Oh, Red, lick it, eat it out! Oh, fantastic!" She panted rhythmically, as if she were
getting fucked.
Sandra came closer. "Jesus, Roxanne, don't yell. I think my dad's home."
"Ohh, I'm gonna come!" Roxanne whined. Her eyes were slits, only the whites visible.
She humped her loins frantically at the dog's flying tongue. "Oh, oh, oh!" Then she
whimpered, her body shuddering with spasms.
Red growled, twisting his head, nearly screwing his snout up her convulsing cunt.
Roxanne at last slumped back, pushing Red's head away. "Go 'way! Go 'way! I can't
take anymore. Stop!"
Sandra grabbed the dog by the neck and pulled him away. "He's crazy. That's why I
don't like him in here."
The dog spun around, trying to shove his snout between Sandra's legs.
"Yeah, but he's a damn good pussy-eater," Roxanne said. "Let him do you."
Sandra was trying to fight the dog off. "Get him away from me."
The dog reared up, wrapping his paws around Sandra's waist. Sandra screamed,
crashing down backwards onto the mat. The hairy Irish setter came down on top of her,
nipping at her tits. He crouched down then and started rubbing his slippery dog-cock
against her belly.
Sandra squirmed. "Roxanne, help!"
As Roxanne jumped up, the dog slipped his stiff red prick into Sandra's cunt. Sandra
arched up against the wildly humping dog. Roxanne grabbed the hair on the back of
the setter's neck.
"Off!" Roxanne ordered. "Off!"
"Leave him!" Sandra gasped. "Let him do it! Oh Jesus!"
Roxanne backed away. "That a girl!"
Sandra humped up at the dog's thrusting loins. "Oh fuck, it's so hot! Ohh, it jabs in all
the right places!"
"What have I been trying to tell you, silly? Just because you don't like dogs doesn't
mean you can't enjoy fucking them. The same goes for certain boys. Look at Roger –
what a turkey – but what a cock! I just close my eyes and let it rip however it wants."
Sandra was panting. "Oh, shut up! Let me enjoy this! Oh God, this is good!"
The setter lay on Sandra's naked front, slobbering over her tits as he pistoned his
skinny dog-prick in her cunt. He lapped at her nipples, which were sticking up in the
air like red fingertips. He rubbed his furry belly against her excitedly, as if he could feel
her ultra-smooth, ultra-soft young flesh.
Sandra kicked her legs up, wrapping them around the setter's back as if around the
humping ass of a boy. She pressed him against her with her heels, helping him grind
into her harder, deeper. Her own ass jerked up and down to the rhythm of the setter's
fucking. She twisted the back of her head against the mat, her long brown hair fanned
out alongside her ears.
"Fuck me, Red! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She hugged the big dog to herself, letting
him slobber all over her neck and face. Her mouth gaped and the setter's long tongue
entered it. She sucked on the dripping pink tongue, French kissing the whimpering
dog.
"Oh baby, you are too much!" Roxanne said, rubbing her crotch with both hands. She
got down behind the dog then on her hands and knees and shoved her nose under his
tail. "Fuck her, big boy, fuck her good. Mmm!" Roxanne chewed on the setter's bloated
dognuts, rubbing her nose against his asshole.
The dog growled, fucking frantically, his tongue licking out Sandra's throat, his slippery
prick screwing the hot folds of Sandra's pussyhole.
"Mnn, fuck her, fuck her," Roxanne muttered, starting to suck on the setter's asshole.'
She mashed her lips to the, dog's pucker and shoved her tongue up his ass, sucking his
asshole while drilling it repeatedly with her wild tongue.
The dog thrust his snout up in the air and howled. His flanks shuddered with spasms.
He whimpered, his loins jerking in orgasmic frenzy.
"Oh God, he's coming!" Sandra gasped. "It's so hot – like piss out of a squirtgun. Oh
yes! Yessss!" She bucked against him, her toes buried in his long coppery fur and
clutching at his back. "Cream me, fuck me, oh God, I'm coming, I'm-" Her words
became a long, ecstatic cry of pleasure.
Roxanne sat up. "Feel it, Sandy, feel it good."
She kissed Sandra's insteps and lower legs, then grabbed Sandra's left foot and sucked
the clutching toes into her mouth. At the same time, she shoved her own right hand
between her legs and clawed at her pussy. Spit leaked out of her mouth as she sucked
Sandra's toes and her right arm jerked as she jacked herself off.
"Squirt it!" Sandra gibbered. "Squirt it in me! Oh yes, yesss! Oh God!" Her eyes rolled
back as spasm after spasm gnawed through her teenaged loins. At the same time, the
setter's flanks shuddered, his flexing dog-prick fucking round after round of slick 
fuckslime into her.
The dog pulled out, then walked straight over the top of Sandra, his paws treading on
her belly and tits, his wet prick dripping on her face. The moment Red dismounted
Sandra, Roxanne, still masturbating, dove between Sandra's legs and clamped her
mouth over Sandra's well-fucked pussy.
Sandra arched up. "Jesus Christ, don't! I'm too sensitive down there right now! Oh
God!" She grabbed Roxanne's head, her fingers clawing at Roxanne's scalp. "Ohhh,
please!"
"Mmmmm!" Roxanne mumbled. "Mmm, mmm, mmmmm!" She munched Sandra's
cumfilled twat, driving her tongue into it and licking out the pussy-folds, sucking out
the setter's fresh jism. Her hand continued to pump between her own legs, her fingers
squishing in her juicy snatch.
Sandra's legs wrapped around Roxanne's head. Sandra clawed Roxanne's back with her
toenails. "It's too much! Oh, it's too sensitive! Oh, please, I can't stand it, God, oh!"
"Come," Roxanne mumbled, kissing Sandra's flared cuntslabs up and down. "Come
again. Feel it, feel it." She chewed Sandra's raw pussylips, got Sandra's clit between her
teeth and grated it, sucked it!
Sandra arched up, shrieking. Shivers shot through her body. "I'm coming! Ohhh, fuck,
screw!"
Roxanne began to shudder. "Me too, me too, oh baby!"
The two girls' spasmed together; Sandra madly rubbing her spread pussy in Roxanne's
jismsmeared face, Roxanne finger-fucking herself. They were still whining with pleasure
when Red sniffed Roxanne's ass, lifted his right hind leg, and pissed a long yellow
stream onto his mistress's naked back and buttocks.
"Goddamn you!" Roxanne said, her voice pained with the orgasm she was still feeling.
"Goddamn it!"

* * *

Bob's prick felt three feet long, as big around as a baseball bat, and so tight with
fucktension that he thought the skin on it was going to split and peel right off. He
squeezed his legs together, closed his eyes, and groaned as the boiling fuck-cream
splatted out all over his hairy chest and abdomen. His fucker vibrated and flexed in his
crushing fist. He felt the fuck-sensations in every cell of his body, felt them up his spine
and down his legs. His balls swelled and contracted, swelled and contracted, pumping
out his jism. His load was so profuse that by the time he finished shooting it all out, his
cum was running off his sides and pooling on the bedspread.
He couldn't believe it – Sandra fucking a dog! Jesus Christ, this had to be a dream!
He squeezed his prick, moving his hand up and down slowly around it, crushing out
the last of his 'fuck-pleasure', milking 'out' the last of the jism in the pisstube.
"Sandra," he mumbled. "Oh my baby!" He opened his eyes to see the two girls on their
feet.
"Get that mutt out of here!" Sandra shrieked. "Look at this place. It's gonna smell like
dogpiss for a year!"
Roxanne dragged the big Irish setter to the door by the fur on the back of his neck.
"Out! Out!" She shoved the resisting dog out and slammed shut the door. "Don't worry
so much," she said, wheeling around. "We'll get some Pinesol and clean it up. In an
hour nobody will ever know the difference."
"All I can say is, you better know what you're talking about, you crazy cunt." Sandra
shook her head, standing with her hands on her hips and looking down at the puddle
of dog-piss on the gray mat.
"I do, I do,' Roxanne said. She smiled. "Admit it, you little slut – you loved every
second of it. Before long you're gonna like dogs just as much as boys."
"Hah, that'll be the day. Come on, let's take our showers and then see if we can find
some Pinesol. You better be right about it."
"I am," Roxanne said. "I am, I am." The two girls walked toward the shower room.
"Dogs are hot," Roxanne said. "Admit it." "Will you shut up?"
"Their pricks are so hot and slippery. What could be better than a dog-cock?"
"A boy-cock, for one," Sandra said. "For one? What do you mean, for one?" "Forget it,"
Sandra said.
"No, tell me."
"I said, forget it."
Roxanne pinched Sandra's ass. "Tell me."
Sandra squealed, lunging away. She whirled around at the doorway of the shower room,
a mischievous grin on her face. "Try playing with a stallion sometime if you wanna
have some real fun." She spun away and disappeared through the doorway, giggling.
Roxanne trotted after her, tits bouncing. "What? Go on!"


Chapter 4

Sandra sat at the desk in her bedroom, trying to finish her history paper. She sucked on
the end of her pen and shifted in her chair.
Napoleon, she thought. What original thing could she possibly say about Napoleon?
Who in the heck cared about Napoleon anymore? What was the sense of spending your
time thinking about dead people and dead times?
She dropped her pen and stood up, stretching hard toward the ceiling. It felt so good. If
there was anything she hated, it was sitting in some cramped little chair in front of a
desk, her head drooped over a book. She stretched again, feeling a rush of tingles in her
crotch as her jeans and panties cut in between her cuntlips.
I'm horny, she thought, and she unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down to her
knees along with her panties. She fell on the bed behind her, reached between her
spread legs, and started to jerk herself off by sawing the side of her right hand between
her cuntslabs. She was wet and slippery down there, and she could feel a pulsebeat in
her crotch.
A wicked idea came to her. What she ought to do is to write her history paper about
Napoleon's cock. She'd heard that Napoleon's cock had been preserved in formaldehyde
or alcohol or something, and that every so often it was auctioned off for thousands of
dollars. That would surely be an original story idea. And wouldn't Miss Maxwell throw
a shitfit!
She screwed her middle finger up into her cunt and fucked herself slowly. She felt
warm and tingly all the way down to her bare toes. Oh, this was so good! Why did she
bother with school or history papers or anything else when she could get this wonderful
feeling anytime she wanted to? What else mattered but this hot, pulsating, melting
sensation between the legs? She slipped two more fingers up her sucking pussyhole,
twisting them this way and that as she shoved them in and out.
"Oooh, fuck me," she whispered. "Feels so good! Mmn!" She sighed, her eyes closed,
her concentration directed to her crotch. Her toes worked sensuously as she finger
fucked herself.
She thought of Napoleon's cock again. It was most likely uncut, and probably very big.
She wished she owned it. Now, that would be something to talk about, something to
show to her girlfriends when she brought them home. She imagined herself as a French
maid back in Napoleon's time, saw herself down on her knees in front of the emperor
and being forced to suck his cock. She peeled back the foreskin, licked around and
around the prickhead. It was a tasty cock, a salty cock, something like a horse-cock.
She moaned softly, squeezing her legs together. She thought of Napoleon's stallion. A
big white stallion, she imagined, with a big, red, arm-sized cock. For kicks, Napoleon
probably had young girls make love to his stallion. She saw herself being forced to blow
the magnificent stallion, imagined the hot jism gushing down her throat, spurting all
over her nude body while Napoleon and his soldiers looked on. Then they got her up
on her hands and knees on a stone wall and prodded the stallion to mount her. The
stallion's huge red cock slipped into her cunt and began to fuck. It was so big it came
out of her mouth. It was so strong it waved her around like a doll as it flexed.
She pulled her fingers out of her cunt. "Fuck this!" she said. She needed more than
fingers up her pussy.
This was just one of those days when she couldn't get sex off her mind. She'd blown
Brownie at dawn, jacked off in both English and math by squeezing her legs together,
had given Phil Tyson a blow-job in the fire-escape stairwell during the lunch hour, and
then had fucked Roxanne's crazy Irish setter after school, not to mention Roxanne's
suck-job afterwards. Sandra hated to even think about having made it with that dog.
Horses were all right, but dogs? She made a face. Dogs were so smelly, and their cocks
were like slimy worms. It, had, felt good, but still, it was really disgusting. How could
Roxanne make it with that big dumb mutt everyday?
She got up off the bed and pulled up her jeans, wondering why she'd ever opened her
big mouth this afternoon. Now Roxanne knew she was into horses and wanted to get in
on the action too. Well, that might be fun – Roxanne and herself making it with a
stallion. They could experiment, could try things she'd never dared try by herself –
might even figure out a safe way to let a stallion mount them.
Sandra shivered at the thought, clutching at her crotch through her jeans. She opened
her bedroom door and let herself out into the hallway. But could Roxanne keep her
mouth shut? Could Roxanne keep their secret? Or would everybody in town soon know
about the rich girl who lived just outside town and fucked horses?
"Roxanne, I'll kill you if you open your mouth," she whispered. "I swear it." Or I'll go
straight to your mother and tell her you fuck dogs, she thought. Yes, that's what she'd
do if Roxanne ever squealed. And she was going to tell Roxanne that, tell her that
tomorrow morning when they met. And then it occurred to her that if Roxanne
squealed on her about horses, she would be incriminating herself as well, because as of
tomorrow morning Roxanne would be a stallion-sucker too.
She knocked on Billy's door, glad that the house they lived in was so large and had so
many wings. The living room and her parents' bedroom were in a separate wing of the
house from the bedrooms of herself and her brother. Then there was the gym and the
indoor swimming pool and the rec-room and the bar. It was more like living in a hotel
than a house. She didn't have to be super-careful about visiting her brother's bedroom,
especially with mom gone on the business trip. Dad wasn't a snooper the way mom
was.
"It's open," Billy yelled, and Sandra entered the room, shutting and locking the door
behind her.
Billy was seated at his desk, a pen in his hand. He looked up, jerking his head to toss
the blond hair out of his eyes. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" He looked her up and
down.
Sandra grinned. "What do you think?"
Billy scowled. "I already spent my allowance. And even if I didn't I wouldn't lend
anymore to you. I gotta finish these fucking math problems, so why don't you bug off?"
He put his nose back in his book and put his pen to the paper.
Sandra felt like clobbering him. Here she was, offering her gorgeous body to the little
bastard, and he was telling her to get lost. She had half a mind to turn right around and
leave – and she would have, if her cunt hadn't been throbbing so badly for a cock. Any
cock! Billy had nothing to brag about, with a prick no bigger than a dog-prick, but at
least it was a cock. And it was a hot little stick, as hot as that dog-prick had been.
Sandra reached into her pants and shoved her right hand middle finger up her cunt.
When she withdrew it, it was dripping. Maybe she couldn't blame Billy too much for
not realizing what she wanted. She only let him get into her about once every few
months. Well, maybe this would suggest something to him. She tip-toed over to him
and stroked her wet finger down the bridge of his nose, then lightly caressed his lips.
Her pussy-frosted finger slipped into his mouth and he almost sucked it off.
The boy was suddenly breathing as if he were having a heart attack. His face turned
nearly purple, and he started to tremble. He twisted in his chair and buried his face
between her tits, biting at her shirt, growling, moaning.
She stroked his thick blond hair. "Take it easy, stud. You'll come in your pants. Take
some deep breaths. Take it easy."
She stepped away from the boy and he fell out of the chair and onto the floor. Sandra
giggled, caressing his hair with her bare foot. They boy flipped onto his back, his hands
shaking as he tried to unzip his jeans. Sandra rubbed his hard-on through his pants
with her toes. The boy grabbed her bare foot, crushing it to his crotch and humping
against it.
"No!" Sandra yanked her foot away. "Now get undressed like a good boy. Control
yourself. I don't want you wasting it."
She smiled with satisfaction as she watched her brother undress and as she herself
undressed. She felt a sense of power, power because of her ability to excite boys so. The
scent of her ripe cunt was enough to make them lose their minds. Within seconds, both
she and her brother were stark naked.
Billy's six-inch cock twitched up and down, tapping at his skinny belly, its purplish
head resembling a ripe plum. His cum-swollen balls shifted in their hairless sac.
The hot juice ran between Sandra's legs at the sight of her brother's excitement. She
stood over his face and squatted, lowering her crotch until it was only inches from his
mouth. Her cunt contracted and hot pussy juice dribbled out, falling like hot rain onto
Billy's face. He caught some of the juice on his tongue and smacked his lips. Sandra
wiped the juice off her inner thighs and smeared it on his face.
"Eat me," she said. "Suck my crotch. Eat me." She lowered her ass until she was sitting
on her brother's face, her wet cunt sinking into his open mouth. "Eat my cunt. Lick out
my pussyhole."
Her little brother munched away, sucking the juice out of her excited pussy, chewing on
her hairy cuntslabs, and flicking his tongue up and down and in and out. She squealed
when he licked her clit and the raw sex-thrills whirled through her crotch and loins.
Her asshole throbbed. She shifted slightly, rubbing her moist asscrack against her
brother's nose and mouth.
"Lick my ass, little brother. Taste your sister's asshole. Eat it out. Oh, yes!"
Billy moaned, his young face flushed and contorted, his hungry mouth gnawing,
sucking.
"Shove your tongue in me, damn it! Lick me out! Oooh!"
Sandra saw stars as Billy's tongue fucked her asshole. She jerked up and down, riding
his wriggling tongue. It felt so good, so very good, and she knew now exactly what she
wanted. It was something she'd never let any boy do to her yet, even though a lot of her
girlfriends claimed it was heaven, even though she'd got turned on more than once
watching Roxanne's Irish setter do it to Roxanne. She looked over her shoulder and
down at Billy's cock.
It was flushed red, twitching up and down, bubbling clear fuck-lube. Her fear was that
it might blow off the second she touched it. Billy made a grab for it, and she slapped his
hand.
"No you don't! Be good."
She got off him. His face was slimy with her cuntal ooze and ass-juices, and some of her
cunthairs stuck to his skin. He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down.
"I wanna fuck," he muttered, a drugged expression on his face. "Let me fuck. Oh fuck!"
His prick flexed up and down, slapping against his belly.
"Be still!"
Sandra crouched down over his prick and blew on it. The hot prickrod flexed up and
hit her in the nose. She blew on his balls, watching with delight as his cock flopped
around on his belly like a fish out of water.
She could smell his sweaty young balls, his fuck-lube, the aroma of his cock. She
gingerly stroked the few sprigs of blond hair at the base of his prick and she buried her
head between his legs and kissed him under the nuts. Billy arched up. "Suck me, suck
me!"
"She, wanted to suck him, to taste his hot young prick, but she knew that he'd blow his
load after a few licks and she didn't want him to come like that. She wanted him to
come someplace else. She straddled him again, this time over his middle, and she
lowered her wet crotch toward his prick as she bent his cock up and guided it between
her dripping cuntslabs. As she sank down on her brother's quivering prick, her cunt
gushed juice all over his balls. She reached back and played with his slick balls. Billy
arched up, his eyes rolling, his skinny body shaking from head to toe. Sandra
immediately pulled up off him and got on her hands and knees beside him.
"Damn you!" Billy whined. "I wanna fuck, I wanna come."
"Then fuck, you silly puppy." Sandra crawled a few feet away, then turned her ass up
and wiggled it at him. "Pretend you're a horse. Get up on me like a stallion gets up on
a filly. Come on, stud."
Her ass felt enormous, as if it had swollen. It throbbed with heat and a maddening itch.
The hot pussy juice leaked out of her, running down her legs. She wiggled her ass in
seductive circles.
"Mount me, hot stuff. Shove your cock in me."
Billy moved as if in a stunned daze. As he got up on his knees, wobbling, his cock
pointed straight at the ceiling. It shined with her cuntjuice. The slick fluid still dripped
from his naked young balls.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he mumbled, shuffling toward her on his knees. "I'm gonna fuck
your ass."
"Yes," Sandra said. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it."
Billy bent his cock down and rammed it against her cuntslabs. He jabbed, searching for
her hole.
"Not there," Sandra gasped, so excited she could hardly speak. "Here!" She reached
back with both her hands and hauled apart her asscheeks. "In here. Up my shitter." She
jabbed at her spit-slick asshole until two inches of her finger slipped into it. She screwed
her finger inside herself, then pulled it out. "Fuck my ass – just like you said you were
gonna."
Billy's mouth was dropped open. "But-"
"Screw it, damn it, fuck it!" She grabbed his prick and yanked.
The boy fell on her ass. He licked her back, then bit her as if he were a tomcat.
Sandra groaned, her entire back a rash of goosebumps, chills and hot flashes washing
alternately through her body. Her asshole burned as if she'd had a hot poker screwed
into it. But her asshole was empty and it ached to be filled.
"Fuck me, Billy. Oh, please, fuck me. Screw my ass. Do it. Oh God, do it!"
"Yeah!" Billy sounded suddenly demonic. "Oh, yeah!"
He bent his hard cock back down and drove it between her asscheeks. Then he thrust,
forcing open her asshole with cock for the first time. His cockhead slid in and Sandra
almost screamed.
It felt enormous, ten times bigger than it looked. Sandra thought her asshole had split
in a dozen places, sure her asspucker was bleeding from a dozen fissures.
"Stop," she gasped. "Jesus Christ!" She clenched her asshole tight, made a vise of it.
Billy clung to her naked ass and jerked her back at him and thrust his loins savagely.
His cock slipped to the hilt up her asshole. His tight belly smacked her upturned ass.
He fell on her, panting, moaning, his prick jumping inside her.
Sandra arched back, reared up like a filly, a silent scream flying from her wide-open
mouth. Then she fell back down, her tits flapping heavily, her asshole clutching at
Billy's cock frantically. The pain in her asshole was excruciating. It felt as if a red-hot
chisel had been driven up into her.
"Take it out," she said between clenched teeth. "Jesus Christ, pull it out. You're-"
Billy started to work his bone-hard cock inside her.
Sandra whined, thought she was going to black out and wished she were dead. How
could Roxanne or any of her other girlfriends enjoy this?, How could, they. possibly
take cocks bigger than this one up their assholes? They'd tricked her, goddamn it!
They'd told her stories about the joys of ass-fucking to trick her!
"Goddamn you, take it out!" Sandra half shouted the words, not daring to shout too
loud lest
"Feels so good," Billy muttered as if in a trance. "Mmn, ohh!" He humped faster,
grinding his six-inch cock in and out of her burning asshole.
Sandra whimpered. She'd never felt so helpless in her life. And she was angry. She'd
asked for this, damn it. She'd begged for it.
"I'm a horse," Billy whispered. "I'm a stallion. Yeah!" He banged her, grinding his fierce
young cock up her asshole, slamming his belly and hipbones against her ass. "And
you're a filly and I'm fucking your ass. Ooh, you're so tight!"
Sandra closed her eyes, imagined herself as a filly, a stallion mounted on her and slicing
his horse-cock in and out of her. A shiver of excitement flooded her loins. Her asshole
began to relax. As Billy's cock plunged in her asshole, thrilling prickling sensations
started to stream in her asshole and cunt. She realized that the pussy juice was leaking
down her legs as if she were getting cuntfucked instead of ass-fucked.
Billy straightened up, humping at her ass while he jerked it back and forth with his
hands. He suddenly possessed remarkable strength for being such a skinny young boy,
and his cock felt a foot long inside her. Sandra kept telling herself that Billy was her
stallion, that his cock was as long as an arm. It was amazing how good it felt to be ass
fucked. The other girls had been right. It was as good as getting cunt-fucked, maybe
better.
Sandra reared up, whacking her ass again and again against Billy's abdomen, enjoying
the smacking sounds, enjoying the squishing sounds of her brother's cock in her
asshole. She wiggled her ass, churned it, contracted her ass hole, sucked and
manipulated Billy's cock with it. She felt Billy's fat balls flapping against her cunt. She
ground her teeth from the intensity of her fucking. She fell forward again, jamming her
hands against the floor, clutching at the carpet. Her tits flapped underneath her, her
nipples twitching.
"Grab my tits," she muttered. "Maul 'em. Pinch the nipples off. Quick, quick!"
Billy reached down under her, his hot hands filling with her tit-flesh, his horny
fingernails gouging. He pinched her nipples, twisted on them, stretched them out.
Sandra winced, her eyes nearly popping out. The cuntjuice gushed out of her. The
sensations that shot through her tits and down to her loins were next to unbearable.
She twisted her head from side to side, drooling, chewing her lips. Fists of fuck-tension,
swelled in her asshole. She churned her ass madly around her brother's slicing cock.
She couldn't hold out another second.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Ohh, Billy, fuck me!" Her asshole shuddered, contracting
furiously. An orgasm saturated her loins. The skin on her ass felt as if it were being
jabbed by a zillion needles.
Billy grunted, moaned. His cock flexed inside her, began to fire. Hot jism streamed out
of him and shot against the quivering walls of her spasming asshole. He fell on her
again, humping madly, whimpering like a whipped puppy.
"Oh Sandy, Sandy, oh, oh!" He gnawed at her neck, clawed her tits, pumped his
spurting cock hard and fast up her ass.
Sandra started to laugh near the end of her orgasm. She felt such wonderful relief, felt
as if bubbles were escaping from every cell of her body. When Billy pulled his pecker
out of her, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him again at the waist.
Billy lay there with his eyes closed, his skinny ribcage heaving. His cock had softened
slightly, but not enough to make fucking impossible. Sandra sat down on his prick,
letting it slide between her slimy cuntlips and up her pussyhole. Billy gasped, his blue
eyes opening, but he lay
there passively and dazed while Sandra began to ride him. Within a minute" he, was,
squirming, his Loins jerking, his cock as hard as steel and wiggling inside her.
Sandra chuckled, riding her brother's cock. She'd leaked so much juice that staying on
top of him was somewhat difficult. Her inner thighs were drenched with her fuck-slime,
and the boy was slippery between them. As she fucked, more juice leaked out of her,
drenching the boy's balls. She thrilled to the feel of her hot juices as her ass slipped
around on his throbbing nuts.
Billy arched up, his eyes rolling back, his mouth gaping. "Ahhh! Ohhh!" His hot cum
squirted into her cunt.
Feels just like that dog-cum, Sandra thought – just as hot, just as squirty. She tightened
her cuntwalls, sliding up and down on Billy's spurting prick, trying to skin it alive,
trying to pop the purple head off it. Billy's eyes bugged out and he chewed his fist, and
Sandra laughed. Seconds later her cunt contracted wildly and she was coming again.
"Ohhh wowwww!" she moaned. "Screw, fuck!" She bounced up and down, burning up
her cunt and Billy's cock. Her tits flapped up and down. She thought she'd like to die
like this.

* * *

Bob was coming again, his hot jism streaming out all over his heaving abdomen. His
prick was raw from all the beating he d done on it today.
She's a mink, he thought, a slut, a Vixen. She's filthy, and so beautiful. I'm going to get
her. If it's the last thing I ever do, I'm going to fuck her – in the mouth, up the cunt,
up that gorgeous little ass.
He squeezed the residual cum out of his cock. His loins throbbed weakly. They were
empty, drained. He imagined his balls as two wasted prunes. He grabbed tissues from
the nightstand next to the bed and mopped up his profuse load of cum.
What a waste! he thought. All of this stuff should have been shot into her delicious little
body, every drop of it.
On the video-screen, Sandra got up off Billy. She nudged him with her toe. The boy lay
there as if dead. Sandra laughed. She picked up her clothes and let herself out of his
room.
Bob switched off the screen. She was probably going back to her bedroom to beat off a
few more times before she went to bed, but he didn't want to watch. He'd already seen
more than he could handle. He hadn't jacked off so many times in one day since he was
a kid. He hoped he'd recover.
He felt like pissing, but he didn't have the strength to get up. As he succumbed to
sleep, he imagined Sandra's beautiful ass.


Chapter 5

Bob awoke at the sound of the first bird. It was dawn, although there was no light
coming in through the windows. A vague silveriness touched the darkness, and within
seconds more birds were sounding. Before ten seconds had passed, the air was alive
with birdcalls. Bob stretched, wincing at the bursting pressure in his bladder. His hard
on felt painfully turgid. He struggled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
He had to piss sitting down due to his hard-on and pissing was difficult because his
cock was like steel and he had to bend it down into the toilet bowl. He finished pissing
and stood up, but his cock hadn't even begun to go down. He stroked it a few times
and Immediately felt the urge to beat off.
Damn, he thought. After all that jerking off yesterday, he was still hornier than ever.
He sat at the edge of the bed, his cock throbbing straight up in the air, and he touched
a button on the remote control box. With luck, he'd find Sandra asleep on top of the
covers, maybe even nude. But if not, even to see her sleeping face and her long chestnut
hair would be enough to get him off.
After a few seconds Sandra's bedroom came into focus. Bob punched the zoom button
and the camera zoomed in on Sandra's bed. He hadn't been imagining it – Sandra's
bed was empty. He touched the buttons that operated other cameras, scanning every
inch of the bed room. She was gone, possibly in the bath room.
He waited a few seconds, then thought – or possibly in Billy's room. He touched
another button.
Billy lay on top of his covers, stark naked, his dick hard and twitching on his belly. The
boy appeared asleep, but perhaps he was just resting. Perhaps Sandra had just fucked
him again and he was recovering. Maybe she was headed, back to her bedroom. Bob
began, to stroke his cock. He switched back to Sandra's bedroom, waiting for her.
No Sandra. He switched back to Billy's room. Billy still lay there with a hard-on. He
had to be asleep. Sandra wasn't there either.
Bob felt a surge of panic, panic tinged with anger. Damn her! Where was she? Out
fucking all night like a cat? He imagined her on her hands and knees in some back
alley in town.
The little bitch! The little mink!
Bob got up and paced to the window. He needed some air, needed to cool off. He stuck
his cock out the window, wishing it hadn't been such a warm night. Had it been cooler,
he was sure that steam would now be rising from his cock, and maybe the damn thing
would cool off and soften a little.
He was looking out past the horsebarn looking out across the dark pastures and fields
toward the horizon where the blackness was lightening and becoming silvery. He was
breathing the morning air and enjoying the country stillness when his eyes caught
movement near the horsebarn. It was a person, a silhouette, and it was tip-toeing
quickly, silently. As the figure stepped past the barn and opened the white gate to enter
the pasture, Bob saw the figure in profile against the silvering darkness. Slim as a boy,
but with upthrust tits. Long hair, hair down to mid-back. A large sack or
The figure looked back, then disappeared behind the barn. She appeared to be heading
out across the pasture. The barn blocked Bob's view of her now.
Bob didn't bother to dress, didn't even bother to leave the house through one of the
back doors. His heart was throbbing with excitement and anticipation. Where was
Sandra going at this hour? He slipped out through his open window after removing the
screen. As he jogged naked across the dewy grass of the back yard, his hot cock wagged
heavily from side to side and up and down. He had visions of surprising his daughter
somewhere out there in the fields and of raping her.

* * *

The moment Sandra got out of sight of the house she spotted Roxanne. The silly bitch
was letting Brownie sniff her ass, bending over and letting the pawing stallion get a
good whiff of her female scent. Sandra almost shouted, then caught herself and tore off
across the pasture at a sprint, her toes digging into the lush wet grass as she glided
toward Roxanne and the horse.
"You idiot!" Sandra called as loud as she dared as she got close. "Turn around! Get
away from him!"
Roxanne giggled, wiggling her ass as the snorting stallion licked it. The girl was naked
and ripe. Sandra could almost smell her.
"Get away!" Sandra dropped her bookbag and her shoes and charged as hard as she
could. She tackled Roxanne, knocking the silly bitch out of the way just as the stallion
reared up, his huge cock flexing, and tried to mount her.
The two girls rolled in the grass, Sandra getting her school clothes all wet and grass
stained. Roxanne was shrieking hysterically, as if this were all a joke.
Sandra got on top of her and rammed her fist into Roxanne's big mouth. "Shut up,
goddamn it! Shut up!"
When Sandra finally took her hand away, Roxanne scowled. "Don't get so rough, huh?
Let me up."
"I'll let you up if you behave yourself, idiot. Don't you know you could've got yourself
killed? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the barn?"
"I got here five minutes ago," Roxanne said. "I got tired of waiting. Now let me up. I
wanna fuck that sexy stud."
"You're not getting up till you promise me you won't do anything except what I say.
Now promise." Sandra grabbed both of Roxanne's nipples and pinched them.
Roxanne gasped. "Jesus Christ, I promise! Now let me up, damn it!"
"You better,' Sandra said, and she let Roxanne get up.
Brownie was looking at the both of them with an unfathomable expression. His arm
long cock jutted out under his belly, twitching from time to time. His nostrils flared as
he sniffed the air.
Sandra took off her clothes. "He could have killed you, nerd. He weighs a ton. One
knock of those hooves on your back and he could break your spine. Now be careful, for
Christ sake."
Roxanne rolled her eyes. "All right. All right."
Dizzy blonde bitch, Sandra thought.
"So, what are we gonna do?" Roxanne asked.
"Jerk him off. Wow him. You ever see a stallion shoot? They shoot quarts of it. You can
take a bath in the stuff."
Roxanne shimmied her legs together. "Ooh, I'm running quarts myself from hearing
you talk like that."
Sandra felt a few trickles of hot juice run down her own legs. "Me too." She got
downon her hands and knees and scrambled under the stallion. "Come on."
Giggling Roxanne scrambled down beside her. "Christ, I can't believe how big it is!
Must be a yard long."
Sandra held the horse-cock and presented it to Roxanne. "Almost. And it's hot, too.
Feel it."
Roxanne ran her hands lovingly tip and down the quivering red fucker. She put her
cheek against it. "Mmn, wish I had one of these things to sleep with."
"Better than a little bitty dog-cock, isn't it?"
"Well, it sure is bigger and stronger," Roxanne said, squeezing the cock as if weighing it
and testing its firmness. "But it's not anywhere near as slippery as Red's cock."
"Or as stinky," Sandra said, wrinkling her nose.
Roxanne sniffed Brownie's prick. "This prickrod doesn't smell like roses either, honey.
Besides, I like the way a dog-prick stinks. It turns me on."
"Well, the smell of a horse-cock turns me on," Sandra said. She grabbed the throbbing
cock away from Roxanne and started licking it. She nibbled on the edges of the head,
got her mouth over the end of it and wiggled her tongue up into the cum-hole.
Brownie snorted, pawing the ground. "Let me try that," Roxanne said.
Sandra let her have the cock. "That's some thing you can't do with any dog-cock. Stick
your tongue up in it and lick it out. He loves that."
Sandra felt giddy with excitement as she watched her girlfriend suck on the end of
Brownie's cock and tongue-fuck its piss-hole. It was a sexy sight – a naked blonde girl
sucking on a cock that was as long as her arm. Roxanne's mouth was stretched open so
wide that her lips looked ready to snap. Roxanne moaned, jacking off the huge cock
while she tongue-fucked it.
Brownie started to hump, his loins thrusting.
"Hey, not so fast!" Sandra pushed Roxanne away. .
Brownie's cock snapped up, whacking powerfully against his belly. Sandra grabbed it,
hugged it.
Roxanne slapped Sandra's bare ass. "What's the idea? I was just getting going good on
it."
"You were hogging it," Sandra said. "And you were gonna make him come too fast. He
likes it better when you play with him a while, when you get him really worked up."
"How do you know?"
"I know. Now do what I say or go home."
Roxanne stuck her tongue out. "Yes, Miss Prim."
Sandra ignored her. Roxanne was a big baby. It didn't pay to let her get you upset.
Sandra caressed Brownie s cock, rippling her fingers over its beautiful ridges and veins,
feeling its hardness and heat. Roxanne was right about one thing – it would be nice to
sleep with this big hot cock, to wrap around it naked in bed, to shimmy your legs
around It, to slide up and down it and kiss it and hug it, and to drink the cum out of it
whenever you got hungry. Sandra felt the insane urge to cut the big thing off and to
run back to her bed with it.
"Now who's hogging it?" Roxanne said. She got up and walked behind the horse. "Oh,
who cares?" She pushed aside Brownie's tail. "Hey, what a set of nuts! They're as big as
softballs. Oh, and what a cute asshole!"
"Don't tell me you're gonna eat it," Sandra said.
"Mmm, that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Roxanne shoved her face under Brownie's
tail and started to lick his ass.
Disgusting! Sandra thought, but she couldn't resist wanting to watch her girlfriend rim
the stallion. She slid out from under the horse and stood beside Roxanne.
"Go away," Roxanne said, lapping at Brownie's huge asshole pucker. "Mmm!" She
sucked on the pucker, munched on it, slurped at it, wiggled her tongue into it.
Sandra winced at the sight. At the same time, though, she felt a wild thrill grip her
body. The juice ran out of her. She reached between her legs and clutched at her pussy.
Then she reached between Roxanne's legs and found that Roxanne was just as hot and
wet. She pulled her hand away and rubbed Roxanne's pussy juice on her belly and tits.
"Finger-fuck me," Roxanne muttered. "Quick!" She wiggled her ass, squatted slightly so
Sandra could easily feel between her legs. Sandra shoved her hand against Roxanne's
sopping-wet crotch, twisted her fingers between Roxanne's hairy cuntslabs. She shoved
three fingers into her girlfriend, jerking them in and out. The stallion's enormous balls,
one in each of her hands, and she licked them, munched on them. The
hot juice ran out of her, ran down Sandra's arm like hot water.
"Beautiful balls!" Roxanne cooed. "Gorgeous nuts!"
Sandra was feeling sexier, filthier, crazier by the second. The aroma of cunt and stallion
acted like a drug on her. She slid to her knees behind Roxanne and burrowed her face
between Roxanne's legs. The scent of hot steaming cunt almost knocked her out. She
shoved her nose and lips between Roxanne's cuntslabs as she spread them apart with
her hands. The hairy slabs were slippery and rubbery. Sandra thrust her tongue up into
Roxanne's cunt, eating her girlfriend out, licking out the quivering folds of Roxanne's
contracting pussy.
"Ohhh, eat me!" Roxanne whined, bucking her ass. "Suck me out! Oh baby!"
Sandra twisted her head, wished she could screw it up into Roxanne's cunt. Her nose
was buried in Roxanne's burning raw cuntflesh. She pistoned her tongue, wriggled it,
licking Roxanne out. She felt Roxanne's hard clit jerking against her lower lip. All at
once Roxanne's cunt started shaking, contracting. It was as If the hairy slabs were
biting Sandra.
"Eeeeeeee!" Roxanne whined. "Ooooh! Eat it, suck it out!" Roxanne bucked her ass
churned it in Sandra's face.
The juice continued to leak down Sandra's neck and tits, and Sandra imagined herself
taking a hot shower in pussycream. When Roxanne's orgasm was over with, Sandra
stood up, and Roxanne turned toward her and embraced her. They kissed, tongues
licking out each other's mouth, nipples rubbing together. Roxanne smelled musky from
Brownie's asshole and the scent excited Sandra even more.
"You're all wet and slippery," Roxanne whispered.
"That's from your cunt," Sandra said.
You leak like a waterfall when you come."
"Look who's talking," Roxanne said. She thrust her hand between Sandra's legs and
started to finger-fuck her.
Sandra squirmed, seeing stars. Then she clenched her teeth and pushed Roxanne away.
She didn't want to come like this.
"What's up now?" Roxanne licked Sandra's pussycream off her fingers.
Sandra grabbed her by the hand and led her to the front of the stallion. "You stand here
and stroke his head. Keep him calm. Don't let him rear up. Get a good hold on his
mane with one hand just in case. You've gotta keep him still – understand?"
"Sure," Roxanne said. "But why?" Sandra grinned. "Just you keep him still. If you think
he's gonna get wild, shout."
"Will do," Roxanne said.
Sandra was shivering as she bent over and slipped back under the stallion. She faced
toward his front, standing up but bent way over, and she pressed her back up against
his warm underside. The feel of his ribs and muscles and soft fur caused her to gasp.
She was suddenly covered with goosebumps, and even though she pulsated warmth, she
felt a chill.
Brownie's cock flexed up and the tip of it skimmed along her asscrack. Sandra thought
she was going to die. She reached back and got hold of the quivering prick, backing up
on her feet until she was clamping six inches of the hot rod between her thighs. The
cock throbbed. She sensed the awesome strength of it. Her cunt contracted and hot
pussycream ran out onto the horse-cock, lubricating it.
Brownie grunted, shuffled slightly.
"Keep him steady," Sandra warned. "Oooohhh, this is so exciting!" Roxanne squealed,
jerking off her cunt.
"Please keep him still," Sandra pleaded. Roxanne giggled, rubbing her legs together.
"Don't worry."
Sandra knew she ought to worry, knew that trusting Roxanne was idiotic, but she was
too hot to stop. She was going to fuck Brownie's cock – even if she ended up getting
killed in the process.
She arched her back and shoved her ass up hard into Brownie's warm fur. Gripping his
cock in her right hand as best she could because of its thickness, she rubbed the
massive cockhead up and down her cuntslit. The cock quivered, leaking fuck-lube
against her raw pussy. Sandra backed up hard against the huge cock, felt the head force
apart her cuntslabs. It felt like a fist. It would split her in half but she didn't care.
"Fuck it," Roxanne gasped, masturbating herself as she watched. "Man, I wish I was
you right now. Fuck it!"
Roxanne's words excited Sandra. She wiggled her ass, feeling Brownie's horse-dong
starting to slide into her. Her cunt had never been stretched like this! Christ, she'd
never be able to take it. She took deep breaths, panted, nearly screamed from the
painful stretch. She couldn't take it, just couldn't.
Brownie thrust. Ten inches of his cock roared into her. Sandra screamed and started to
black out.
She was impaled on the horse-cock, felt its strength, felt her body throbbing up and
down with the fuck-throbs of the massive prick.
"Oh, screw." Roxanne shrieked. "Fuck that horse!"
Sandra felt hot liquid running out of her stuffed cunt and thought it had to be blood.
She was bleeding to death. She was going to die!
Brownie's cock flexed, withdrew six inches, then plowed back in. Sandra groaned,
gasped. She was helpless, dying. The horse-cock withdrew again, plunged back in. It
was going to come out of her mouth, Sandra thought. She was going to die.
"It looks so sexy," Roxanne squealed, her legs wrapped around each other, her jerking
hand clamped between them.
Brownie reared up. Sandra found herself jerked up off the ground a few inches.
Roxanne screamed and caught the stallion's head. "Down, boy! Down! It's all right! All
right." She stroked the snorting stud. "Be nice." The stallion licked her tits, his loins
thrusting.
Sandra found herself planted on the ground again, her head swimming, her loins
aching from the rapid thrusts of the stallion's cock. Her pelvis was going to split in half.
The cock plunged in and out of her ten inches at a time. It was like a fist and arm
ramming in and out of her. She gasped, the wind almost knocked out of her with each
powerful thrust.
"You're fucking him," Roxanne said. "Oh, you lucky bitch. Oh, it must feel marvelous.
I've never seen anything look so sexy. Oh, fuck!"
Sandra's tits flapped. She was being knocked silly by the stallion's fucking. She was
dizzy, out of her head, hardly able to tell what she was feeling anymore. The pain was
less now. Brownie's horse-cock slid in and out of her easily. She felt a fire inside herself,
a throbbing heat. She was melting inside. Hot juice dribbled down her legs, fucked out
of her by the snorting stallion. A rush of tingles shot through her loins and she felt
them all the way down to her toes and up into her nipples.
"I'm fucking a horse," she whispered incredulously. "Oh Jesus, I'm doing it!"
Sandra rubbed her back and ass against Brownie's fur, against his hard ribs and heaving
abdomen. She churned her ass, her torrid and dripping cunt clutching the plunging
fuck-rod.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Oh Brownie, oh God!"
She felt dazed. Her vision was blurred. Her ass was a throbbing balloon of fuck-tension
and heat. She felt the veins and ridges of the stallion's bone-hard cock rippling against
the swollen meat of her cuntslabs and pussyhole. The sensations shot all the way down
to her toes, which felt as if they were being prickled by hundreds of electric needles.
"He's gonna come," Roxanne shouted. "His eyes are all glassy. Far out!"
Sandra felt the vibrations shoot through Brownie's cock and pass into her own cunt.
Brownie whinnied, rearing up slightly, and Sandra heard Roxanne trying to calm the
spasming stallion as his cock shuddered and released its first stream of scalding 
fuckcream into her body.
"He's coming in me," Sandra moaned. "Oh God, I don't believe it! Oh, Brownie, my
lover!"
Another round of jism gushed into Sandra's cunt like hot water out of a hose. No boy
had ever exploded into her with such force. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling
of the stallion's cock flexing and shuddering inside her. When a third torrent of fuck
cream spurted into her, she squealed with delight, humping her ass frantically. As
Brownie's fourth explosion shook Sandra's loins, she exploded with him, every cell of
her body vibrating with raw fuck-sensation.
"I'm coming! Oh Jesus Christ, fuck, oh God!"
Sandra shuddered as spasms wracked her naked body. As the stallion pumped more
cum into her, she shrieked with pained pleasure. She was still coming when Brownie's
cock softened inside her and suddenly slipped out of her.
She collapsed under the stallion, the cool, wet grass tickling her lust-flushed skin. Her
loins throbbed. She felt the stallion's thick fuck-cream oozing out of her reamed cunt.
Roxanne was down behind her immediately. "Let me taste it. Let me suck that creamy
stuff out of you."


Chapter 6

The red sun swelled up over the horizon as Bob pushed himself up out of the wet grass
where he'd been hiding and began running toward the two girls. A ghostly voice
somewhere in the depths of his mind was frantically telling him that he couldn't do
this, that it was gravely wrong, but he ignored the voice. He could hardly think, didn't
want to think anyway. All he wanted was fleshgirlflesh, the flesh of his daughter, the
flesh of that bitch Roxanne. As soon as he rose up out of the grass, the stallion spotted
him, let out a whinny, and galloped off toward the rising sun. The two girls looked up
then, their faces pale with shock, but before they could make a move, Bob was on top
of them.
"Mr. Phelps?" Roxanne squeaked.
Bob shoved her aside, pulling her away from Sandra's cunt, and immediately replaced
her mouth with his steaming cock. His cock sank to the hilt up the jism-filled crotch of
his teenaged daughter and he fell on her full length, biting her on the back of the neck
as he pistoned his cock inside her.
"Daddy?" Sandra gasped. "Daddy?" She trembled underneath him.
Bob tore at the delicious skin on the back of her neck, gnawed on her left ear, buried
his face in her sweet-smelling hair. Her skin was softer and smoother than silk and
wonderfully warm. Her cunt, though loose at first, gradually tightened around his
plunging cock. The stallion had reamed her out, but her cuntal tissues were young and
elastic. Her cunt began to suck at his cock as he fucked it, squeezing his cock like a
strong fist. Bob had never fucked anything so juicy. His prick pushed into her deep,
cum-filled pussy cavern. Horse-cum bubbled out of her, getting his balls slippery as they
squirme against her young crotch.
"Daddy, Daddy, oh, oh!" Sandra squirmed in the wet grass, wiggled her ass, began to
hump, whacking her round young butt up against his abdomen as he pumped into her.
"Mr. Phelps, wow!" Roxanne said. "I mean, wow!" She got down behind him and
spread his asscheeks. "What a man!" She rammed her tongue between his asscheeks
and licked at his asshole.
Bob shoved his ass up high. He moaned with excitement. Nobody had ever licked his,
ass before. Gwen would have had him committed to an asylum for even suggesting
such, a thing. It felt fantastic, but what made it really exciting was the knowledge that a
beautiful teenaged girl was licking out his ass. Bob glanced over his shoulder to see,
Roxanne's blonde head bobbing between his muscular asscheeks. As she twisted her
tongue up into him, he felt streams of hot pleasure shoot through his cock.
"Eat it! Oh, shit, eat it!" Bob excited himself even more by letting the words flow out of
his mouth. He'd never talked like this before except when locked by himself behind the
doors of his own bedroom. "Lick out that shithole, you little slut! Come on, suck."
He reached back with his right hand and pressed Roxanne's blonde head hard against
his ass wrapped his fingers in her soft hair and twisted her head from side to side,
grinding her pretty teenaged face in his hairy, sweaty ass-furrow.
And, Sandra wouldn't stop writhing underneath him. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" She
sounded as if she'd lost her mind.
As much as his daughter's behavior and words thrilled Bob, they also shocked him.
He'd never known her. After all these years he was suddenly finding out what kind of a
girl she really was – the kind every man and boy dreams about. But she was his
daughter, his only daughter! Christ, he felt like whipping her as much as he felt like
fucking her.
Sandra was breathless, panting, whining. Bob jerked his cock in and out of her as fast
and hard as he could. Roxanne's tongue slipped out of him and she fell away. Bob
bucked up and down on top of his whimpering daughter, fucking her more savagely
than he'd ever fucked any female.
"Way to fuck!" Roxanne cheered. "He's as good as a stallion, ain't he, honey? Jesus
wow!"
Sandra's cunt began to contract furiously. Her lithe, teenaged body shuddered
underneath him. She bit her fist, grunting, moaning. "Coming!" she panted. "Oh,
Daddy!"
Bob fucked her through her orgasm, thrilled by the feel of her shuddering under him. It
had been so long since he'd held a spasming female in his arms. He didn't think Gwen
ever came.
The girl shivered, jerked, grunted, her cunt gripping at his cock like a wildly
masturbating hand. Bob could have shot off into her at any time but he wanted to hold
off a little longer,wanting to enjoy his daughter just a bit longer.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass," he whispered in her ear. He didn't know if she heard him –
she was still gasping with spastic pleasure – but he slipped his cock out of her and
immediately shoved it between her gorgeous smooth asscheeks.
She gasped as his cock slipped out of her, and her asscheeks tightened as his slippery
cock probed between them. He spread her asscheeks, exposing her hairless pink pucker,
and he almost shot off at the sight of it. Gorgeous! He was tempted to eat it.
Her asspucker quivered as he rubbed his cum-lubed cock against it. The horse-cum was
strong-smelling, sweetly alkaline, almost nauseating. It was a good lubricant, though
slick and thick. Bob pressed his splitting-hard cock to her asspucker and watched the
pink little flower open up as his cockhead slipped inside. She was tight, but he kept the
pressure on. All at once, every millimeter of his eight inch cock disappeared up her
asshole, sucked in as if by a hot mouth. He could hardly believe he'd managed to get
his monstrous cock inside her.
She arched back against Bob, her mouth gaping. She panted, grunted. "It's killing me! I
can't – I can't take it! Oh God, please!"
A surge of excitement filled Bob. He wished his cock were bigger, as big as a horsecock.
He thrilled to know of his daughter's pain. He wanted to hurt her more. He pulled his
cock almost all the way out of her vise-tight asshole pulled out until only his swollen
cockhead remained inside her. Then he fell on her burying his cock savagely up her
asshole.
Sandra screamed, thrashing, the tears flying off her cheeks as she twisted her head from
side to side and cried, "No no no!"
Bob sank his teeth into the back of her neck getting a mouthful of flesh and brunette
hair. He chewed her neck, drooling. His hands began to maul her gorgeous big tits. He
pinched the nipples, twisted them stretched them this way and that. And all the while
he humped, sliding his cock in and out of her fucking her asshole so fast that he
thought he was going to wear the skin off his cock. She was soft and wet inside, but her
ass hole was tighter and sucked harder than any cunt he'd ever fucked. He fucked her
with every ounce of energy he had left in him. He didn't care if he fucked them both to
death.
"Way to go!" Roxanne cheered.
She was squatting beside him, stroking his back. Her warm hand on his lower back
increased the intensity of his fuck-sensations. Her fingernails lightly traced circles on
his skin, feeling electric.
As he fucked his daughter's loosening asshole, he leaned over and began to chew on
Roxanne's big sexy tits. Her cherries were all bumpy, her nipples as hard as acorns. As
his tongue rippled over all the bumps, electrical sensations saturated his tongue. He
sucked up huge mouthfuls of teenaged tit, still grinding his muscular abdomen against
his daughter's smooth round ass. His prick plunged in and out of the gasping young
girl.
"Daddy, it feels so good!" Sandra muttered. "Oh Daddy, keep fucking it!"
Roxanne twisted this way and that, petting Bob's head as he sucked her tits. She pushed
him away, suddenly, then took a hands-and-knees position and shoved her ass in his
face. The smell of cunt and female ass drove Bob out of his mind. He plunged his face
into her dripping young crotch and started to suck and lick and chew. He sucked up
mouthfuls of cuntmeat and pussyhair, tasted tart juices, gnawed on the girl's bottom,
shoved his nose in her asscrack and sucked on her sweaty little asspucker.
"Lick me out!" Roxanne gasped. "Oh please!" Her ass wiggled.
Bob thrust his tongue up inside her. He never thought ass could taste so good. As he
tonguefucked Roxanne, he ass-fucked his own teenaged daughter. Every cell of his body
was swollen and tingling with lust and excitement. Hot pokers shot through his
enormous sliding cock. His balls throbbed, on the verge of exploding.
Sandra was suddenly coming – coming from getting ass-fucked. Her ass contracted
wildly, skinning Bob's cock, nearly popping the ballooning head off it. She whined like
a bitch in heat, squealed like a stuck pig, whinnied like a stallion-fucked filly. Bob
couldn't hold his jism a moment longer. A surge of energy flooded his loins and he
exploded, gushing streams of molten cum into the spasming asshole of his daughter.
Roxanne rubbed her ass and crotch madly in his face, and suddenly she was leaking hot
fuck-fluid into his mouth as she spasmed herself. Bob sucked out Roxanne's delicious
cuntjuices, chewed on her raw, spasming flesh and plowed his spurting cock into the
asshole of his grunting, shivering daughter.
He groaned, moaned and cried out. The pleasure was beyond anything he'd ever
experienced in his life. His lower spine and loins became a mass of pure pleasure and
the pleasure streamed down his legs and through his torso. His muscles became carved
marble as he rubbed them against his naked daughter. It felt as if hot lips were sucking
on his nipples and toes, as if a gigantic hot mouth were sucking on his stallion-sized
cock. He fucked round after round of scalding fuck-cream up his daughter's ass and
drank mouthfuls of delicious pussy-wine from the exploding cunt of his daughter's
girlfriend.
Suddenly he thought he heard thunder, looked up to see the chestnut stallion galloping
back and forth about fifty yards away, the climbing sun gilding its coat with a reddish
gold. The stallion stopped, reared up, then galloped again, his enormous red cock
wagging and slapping underneath him like a sword. His nostrils flared wide, dripping.
The horse had gone mad and Bob knew it was best they all leave the pasture.


Chapter 7

Bob and Roxanne hid behind the horsebarn while Sandra went into the house to see
whether Billy had left yet for school. Bob stood next to Roxanne, whom he'd made get
dressed, and she rubbed her ass up against his cock, at the same time rubbing her hot
bare foot up and down his right shin. He couldn't help but to put his arms around her,
to feel her braless tits jiggling inside her pink blouse. Her blonde hair was as warm and
sweet as fresh hay, and he nuzzled it.
Roxanne giggled, purring in his arms. He felt like hauling down her jeans and fucking
his cock up into her asshole. Why had he made her get dressed? Why didn't he get
both girls naked again, get them up on their hands and knees, and fuck their asses and
cunts all day long?
He knew why – they had to get to school. He couldn't risk keeping them out of school.
There would be questions from the teachers and Roxanne's parents, and he couldn't
afford questions. Christ, if anybody ever found out about him and the girls – or about
his daughter and Roxanne fucking his horses – he'd lose his marriage, his job, and his
freedom. He'd go to jail for sure – if the neighbors didn't lynch him first.
Roxanne's toenails sent thrills through his leg as she ran them lightly up and down his
instep. The thrills went straight to his cock and he realized he was leaking fuck-lube on
her jeans.
"Why don't you put on your shoes, Roxanne?" He did his best to keep his voice strong
and steady, but his words came out high-pitched and quivering.
Roxanne giggled, twisting in his arms. "Aw, Mr. Phelps, I like going barefoot. And I
think you like me best that way too, don'cha, you sexy man you?" She faced him,
embracing him, rubbing her big tits against him. She pouted her blue eyes inviting him
to fuck her.
Bob was on the verge of blowing off against her blouse. He took a deep breath and
pushed her away. "Here comes Sandra," he said spotting his daughter bouncing out of
the house and trotting toward them.
"Who cares about her?" Roxanne grabbed his cock.
Bob gasped, nearly spilling his fuck-load in her hand. He jerked away just in time his
prick flexing up and down excitedly, one spurt of watery fluid shooting onto Roxanne's
jeans. The girl chuckled, wiped the watery precum off and ate it.
"Mr. Phelps, you're so sexy. I wish you were my dad."
Sandra trotted up and looked at them from the other side of the white gate. "He's gone.
Must've already left to catch the bus.
"Goody!" Roxanne said. "Now we can all go in the house and have some fun."
"Now I can go in and get dressed so I can drive the two of you to school," Bob said. He
unlatched the gate and pushed it open.
Roxanne stepped through the gate. "I'm a hot fuck when you get me in bed, Mr.
Phelps."
Sandra glanced grimly at Roxanne then timidly up at Bob. She was red-faced,
embarrassed.
Bob felt his own face flushing hot. He stepped through, the gate and jogged toward the
house. "Make sure you've both got all your books and things," he said without looking
back. "We'll be leaving in a minute, just as soon as I get dressed."
His dick whacked up and down, slapping against his abdomen as he ran, and he
couldn't remember when he'd ever felt more embarrassed in his life. As he entered the
house through the pool room, he heard the chestnut stallion snorting behind him in the
distance, and he heard Roxanne's dirty giggle. His dick was so swollen and hard that he
was tempted to dive into the swimming pool to cool it off before he got dressed. But he
didn't have time. He didn't want to get the girls to school late.

* * *

Sandra insisted on sitting in the middle of the front seat of the station wagon. She
didn't trust Roxanne sitting next to her father. The dizzy bitch would probably start
pawing at his crotch and cause an accident. Besides, he was her father. That big, uncut
cock of his was hers, not
Roxanne's. What a beautiful prick it was – even bigger and sexier than she'd
remembered it. She drooled at the thought of it, drooled both in her mouth and in her
pussy.
They turned out of the driveway and onto the country road, heading down between
green rolling hills toward town. Sandra was relieved to see that Billy had already been
picked up by the school bus. If he'd still been waiting, then dad would have had to let
them off to wait for the bus with him and she much preferred riding to school next to
her dad.
She squirmed in her seat, pressing her left thigh against the muscular thigh of her
father. Her jeans cut into her wet crotch and she wished she could rip them off. What a
wild thrill it would be to sit on her dad's cock and to slip up and down on it in his lap
while he was driving! Oh heaven! She got so excited she started caressing with her bare
foot her dad's cowboy boot as he pressed on the gas pedal.
Her dad blew out a long, slow breath. "Both you girls, put on your shoes now. Be ready
to jump put of the car and run to your classes as soon as we get there. I don't want
either of you to be late."
Sandra admired the firm tone of her dad's voice. Until this morning she'd always
resented taking orders from him. Now she rather enjoyed it. She picked up her sneakers
from the floor next to Roxanne's and begin to slip them on. As she tied them, she
glanced up at her dad.
He glared straight ahead through the windshield. He was remarkably handsome, lean
and square-jawed like a cowboy. She'd never noticed that before. Roxanne was leaning
over, tying her own shoes. "Let's blow him before he lets us off," she whispered.
"Shut up," Sandra whispered.
What a slut! Sandra almost regretted now that she'd told Roxanne her secret about
liking horses. The bitch would probably be sneaking into the pasture in the middle of
the night now to blow Brownie. Or she'd get into one of the other pastures to get at
one of the colts or the other stallions.
They were climbing toward the hills that overlooked town. Sandra recognized the dirt
sideroad coming up on the right and felt a thrill. It was the hottest lover's lane in fifty
miles. She'd screwed and blown more hot pricks down that road than she could ever
begin to remember. On warm nights the cars would line up on both sides of lover's
lane, out of sight of the country road, and the teenaged cocks would plow teenaged
cunts until nearly dawn.
"I've gotta pee," Roxanne said as if desperate. "Jesus, I'm ready to let go in my pants!"
"You can hold it," Sandra said.
"No I can't. I swear, I'm gonna piss in my pants if we don't stop."
Sandra's dad slowed the station wagon. He was looking around as if he were just as
desperate as Roxanne. "Can you go on the side of the road?" he asked. "I'll watch one
way for cars and Sandra can watch the other way."
"There's a road coming up," Roxanne said. "Some kind of side road." She glanced at
Sandra and winked.
Bitch! Sandra thought. But she didn't know quite what to say. She felt self-conscious
around her father right now after what had happened and she was afraid to open her
mouth.
"Turn here," Roxanne said. "Go up a little ways and we'll be out of sight of the main
road – I think. Oh Christ, I'm gonna burst!"
Nervously, Sandra's dad turned up the road. As they passed out of sight of the country
road, the grass on both sides of the dirt road became matted down from all the cars that
had parked on it. Beer cans, paper bags, old sheets and bedspreads littered the matted
grass for a hundred yards.
Sandra knew that if you looked more closely you would see hundreds of used rubbers
lying on the grass like deflated balloons.
"What a mess!" Bob Phelps said. "What in the hell is the place?" He pulled the car over
and waited for Roxanne to get out.
Roxanne climbed out and walked around the back of the station wagon to the driver's
side. Then she pulled down her jeans, squatted, and pissed into the grass, grinning up
at both Bob and Sandra.
What a slut! Sandra thought. Jesus Christ, what is she trying to pull? Sandra felt like
slamming the door shut and telling her father to peel out and leave the bitch behind.
Roxanne finished pissing. "I'm horny," she said. She stuffed two or three fingers up into
her wide-open pussy as she maintained her squatting position. "I'm gonna jerk off
quick!"
"Jesus Christ!" Bob mumbled. "Roxanne, we've gotta get you to school."
Roxanne jerked her fingers in and out of her cunt. She rolled her eyes. "Oooooh, feels
so good! Wish I had a big cock to suck on while I jerk off – a big uncut cock! I love
uncut cocks, and so does Sandra."
"Shut up!" Sandra snapped, then blushed as her father glanced at her.
Roxanne smacked her lips and made sucking noises to match the squishing noises her
fingers were making in her cunt. "Mmmmm, I love big juicy cocks!"
Bob Phelps blew out his breath like a steam engine letting off steam. He swung his door
and stepped out.
Drag her in here by the hair, Sandra told him silently. But to Sandra's amazement, her
father simply stood in front of Roxanne, his muscular hands on his lean hips. Roxanne
reached up, unzipping and unsnapping his jeans. Sandra scrambled out of the car, her
heart pounding, her mind flashing panic. She wasn't going to let that bitch have her
father while she sat by and watched.
By the time Sandra had shoved her own jeans down and was squatting on the dirt road
alongside Roxanne, Roxanne had got the man's jeans down to his knees and was
jerking his foreskin on and off his gorgeous cockhead. The fuck-lube leaked out of his
open pisshole and Roxanne gobbled it up, cooing like a madwoman. Sandra shoved her
nose up under her dad's balls and licked off the sweat.
It was the aroma of man, and it drove her wild. Her dad had big nuts, just like some of
the bulls on the football team at school. She sucked on them, licked on them, felt them
roll against her tongue. She was so excited that she rammed some fingers up her own
cunt and started to jerk herself off. She was still juicy down there with horse-cum, and
although her asshole was closed up tight, she knew that if she spread it open her dad's
slick jism would run out of it. Horse-cum up the cunt, man-cum up the asshole. She
clawed at her pulsating cuntflesh, hot to come.
"Christ!" Bob Phelps moaned. "Oh shit, blow that thing!" He humped at the air like an
excited stallion, ramming his cock at their faces.
Sandra nibbled up the shaft of his cock while Roxanne peeled back the foreskin and
nibbled around and around the throbbing head. Then Roxanne slid her lips down the
shaft and munched on Bob's balls as Sandra got her first taste of her father's luscious
cockhead. The two girls cooed in unison.
Bob Phelps moaned, lost his balance, and staggered backwards, falling back against the
station wagon, his quivering prick pointed at the perfectly blue morning sky.
The two girls crawled toward him, their jeans dragging at their ankles. Each girl
grabbed one of his legs and kissed her way up It, rubbing her smooth cheek against it.
Sandra took his tight
nut into her mouth and Roxanne took his left nut into hers. Bob arched toward them,
his eyes wobbling, his head twisting as if he were delirious.
"Oh babies, suck my nuts! Eat 'em up good. Fuck!"
His big right nut hummed in Sandra s mouth, squirmed under her slithering tongue,
throbbed in unison with his throbbing cock. Sandra scratched lightly up and down his
thigh with her fingernails. She reached between her legs lubricated her hand with her
pussyjuice and reached up to rub the slick cream up and down his vein-bulging cock.
Roxanne saw what Sandra was doing and imitated her, rubbing her own pussycream on
Bob's cock.
Bob shivered, whimpering. He humped at the air, fuck-lube oozing out of his cock and
running down the underside of it. In the sunshine, his blood-gorged prick gleamed with
pussycream and his own fuck-lube.
The girls started using their tongues on his cock again, sliding up and down his cock
with their lips half-wrapped around it, one girl on each side of his cock, their noses and
lips touching as they moved. Sandra masturbated herself by plunging two fingers in and
out of her pussy. She could tell that Roxanne was jerking off too.
It was really wild. She and Roxanne had jerked off together dozens of times but they'd
never done it while they were both working on the same cock, especially on the cock of
one of their fathers. Was this really happening? Sandra had her doubts. But then, her
dad's cock smelled wonderful, tasted delicious, thrilled her lips and tongue with its
hardness and heat and ripply veins. It had to be real. This had to be really happening.
"Christ, suck it off!" Her father was writhing. He grabbed Sandra's head, rammed his
cock against her mouth. "Eat it, you little slut! Suck it off! Oh Christ!"
Sandra gagged as her dad's uncut cock filled her mouth, as it rammed her tonsils and
stuffed her throat. She could hardly breathe,
Her father began to pump at her face, to fuck her mouth and throat as if he were
fucking her cunt. As he pulled his cock out, Sandra sucked in air. As he fucked in, she
choked. He grabbed her by the hair and fucked her face as if it were a fuck-toy. His
cock slid all the way down her throat and Sandra thought she was going to black out.
She strained for air. The ache in her jaws and throat was intense. She'd blown a lot of
cocks in her time, but she'd never been fucked down the throat so savagely.
Her dad banged her face, pistoned his enormous cock between her lips and down her
throat. The roots of her hair screamed with pain as he jerked her head back and forth.
"Let me suck it now! Let me suck it some! This isn't fair" Roxanne was biting at Bob's
cock as it sliced in and out of Sandra's mouth. "Oh let me suck it!" .
Bob released Sandra's head, tossed it away as if he were tossing away a basketball. As
Sandra crashed down onto the dirt, she saw her father wind his thick fingers onto
Roxanne's blonde hair and plunge his huge cock into her open mouth. Roxanne
choked, whimpered, thrashed around like a ragdoll as Bob Phelps fucked her throat.
Sandra sat up, pleased at the sight. Her throat ached so that she could hardly swallow.
She could taste blood. She felt dizzy, battered. But the sight of Roxanne's smug little
face being fucked to death by her father's stallion-cock made the pain almost disappear.
She sat on the dirt, her jeans around her ankles, and jerked two fingers in and out of
her jism leaking cunt. She inhaled the aroma of Brownie's gamy fuck-cream, of her own
and Roxanne's pussy juices. The flavor of her dad's sweaty, uncut cock was on her lips
and down her throat.
Fuck the throat out of that dizzy bitch, Sandra urged her father silently. Give it to her,
Daddy! Give it to her!
Despite Roxanne's whimpering and choking, despite the way she was being
manhandled, she continued to jerk fingers in her cunt, to masturbate herself while her
throat was being fucked. Pussy juice ran out of her and trickled down her legs.
What a nympho slut! Sandra thought, watching her girlfriend. I hope I never get that
bad.
"I'm gonna come!" Bob gasped, snapping his head back and arching his body. "Oh
fuck!"
Sandra panicked. Roxanne was going to get her dad's jism. It wasn't fair. She scrambled
up, tugging on Roxanne.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bob shuddered, fucking his cum down Roxanne's cock-stuffed throat.
"Awwww!"
Roxanne gurgled and cooed, eating the spurts of man-cum. Sandra shoved her face up
close to Roxanne's, frantic to get at least a drop of her dad's cum.
"Let me have a taste," Sandra gibbered. "Just one taste. Just one."
Bob groaned, pumping his cock in Roxanne's mouth and shooting his heavy fuck-load
down her gullet. Roxanne munched on his sliding prick, smacking her lips and
swallowing his jism. Suddenly Roxanne was shaking, her ass jerking, her hand twisting
madly between her legs. Sandra watched Roxanne's blue eyes roll back until only the
whites showed. Bob grunted and pushed Roxanne aside. His huge cock flopped out of
her mouth, cum dripping from the tip of it.
As Roxanne hit the dirt, moaning with her orgasm, and Sandra grabbed her dad's
slightly deflated prick, sucking on the end of it. Fresh warm man-cum oozed into her
mouth. The taste of it was all she needed and she spasmed instantly.
"I'm coming!" she muttered, munching on the end of her dad's cock, her right hand
clutching the throbbing meat of her pussy.
"Oooooh Daddy, Daddy!"
Her eyes rolled and she clung to her dad's cock for support as the fuck-sensations
wound through her loins and legs. A few last drops of sweet cum dripped from her
dad's cock and she gobbled them up. She loved these feelings gnawing through her
more than anything else in the world.
A minute later Roxanne was trying to suck on Bob's cock again, but he stumbled away
from her, half-cursing, half-laughing. "You two get dressed. Now!"
Roxanne pouted. "Aw, Mr. Phelps-"
"Now!" Bob yanked up his jeans.
Sandra shivered. The stern, commanding tone of her dad's voice excited her. She stood
up and quickly pulled up her own jeans.
Shrugging, Roxanne did the same.
"Let's go," Bob said. "I'm going to get the two of you to school on time if I have to
drive a hundred miles an hour."
"You heard him," Sandra said as she gave Roxanne a shove. "Get in the car."
Sandra smiled at her father, then followed Roxanne into the front seat of the station
wagon through the driver's side door.


Chapter 8

After dropping the two girls off at school, Bob drove around town for a while to cool off
and to attempt to collect his thoughts. It had all happened so fast! He'd been in a state
of temporary insanity when he'd jumped up out of his hiding place in the pasture and
fallen on his daughter,
rutting at her like some kind of wild animal. Right now it was difficult to believe he'd
actually done it.
Christ! he thought. I must be dreaming.
He parked the car near downtown and got out to walk. He needed to move, couldn't
stand sitting behind the wheel of the car another moment. He felt full of nervous
energy.
He walked a block toward the downtown storefronts, then made a right and headed
down some side streets. He didn't feel like encountering people on the street. He might
even run into somebody he knew. Maybe one of his fellow workers at the office would
spot him on the way to work and offer Bob a ride.
But he was too rattled right now to talk to anybody. And he smelled like cunt, smelled
like teenaged girl, like sex. Any man would recognize those smells immediately, and
then they would know – the world would know that he'd spent his vacation fucking his
teenaged daughter. And not only that, they'd whisper, but there's good evidence that he
breeds more than fillies with those stallions he keeps out on that dude ranch of his.
Some say he gets his nubile young daughter upon her hands and knees because he likes
to watch her fuck horses.
Bob shook his head and almost laughed out loud. He was letting his imagination run
wild. Nobody would find out. This sort of thing happened everyday – all over the
country. Men fucked their daughters. It was very common. And girls made it with
animals. Again, very common. Nothing to get excited about.
He was wandering past an alley between two red-brick buildings, a dirty alley with
garbage cans against the building walls and broken bottles on the cracked and uneven
concrete pavement. Some of the cans were tipped over, chicken bones and rotting
lettuce strew out from them. It was an alley where stray dogs went for their meals, and
two of them were there now – a whining mongrel bitch with her tail up in the air and a
panting German shepherd stud whose slick red cock was pistoning in her sizzling dogcunt. 
Bob stepped into the alley, his heart pounding, his breath suddenly coming fast.
The fucking dogs ignored him and kept on fucking. Bob quickly unzipped his jeans and
hauled his swollen fucker out. It smelled of sex. He beat it while watching the dogs,
slipping his foreskin quickly on and off his pulsing cockhead.
"Give it to her," he whispered, his lips moistening with spit. "Give that bitch everything
you've got."
The half-grown shepherd stud clawed the back of the mongrel while he fucked her. His
loins humped with bursts of speed and Bob thought his prick resembled a slimy red
worm as it jerked in and out. The bitch whined, her snout up in the air, her ass
twitching.
She must be coming, Bob thought, and he wondered how many times bitches came
while getting screwed. They're no different from girls he told himself – multiple
orgasms. Bitches! It didn't matter whether they were human or canine or equine. They
were all bitches, and they loved to get it, and they came and came and came, whining
with fuck pleasure as their pussymeat quivered and sucked.
Bob beat his cock fiercely, trying to match the jerks of his hand to the thrusts of the
studdog. He imagined that he was the stud, imagined what the dog must be feeling as
he fucked. He imagined that the bitch was a naked girl – Sandra – Roxanne –
imagined he was a dog fucking them, fucking their assholes and cunts, gouging their
smooth white skin with his sharp canine claws.
He humped at his hand as if it were the tight young cunt of a dog-loving teenaged girl.
The fuck-thrills shot like hot needles through his cock and he knew he'd be coming
again at any moment.
The shepherd stud shoved his snout high in the air and began whimpering. His
yellowish flanks and legs shuddered as spasms ripped through his humping loins. He
danced on his hind legs, clawed the bitch with his forepaws, drooled on her back,
fucked his scalding dogjism up her hot dog-pussy. He let out a sharp howl and
suddenly pulled out, one last spurt of grayish jism pelting the tan back of the mongrel
bitch.
Bob exploded all over the alley, his wads of white fuck-cream splatting on the broken
concrete. He closed his eyes, seeing stars, the fuckthrills streaming through his cock,
streaming down his legs until they shook.
"Uh!" he grunted. "Christ!"
The two dogs glared at him. The bitch growled, slowly approaching. Bob stuffed his
cock quickly back into his jeans and backed out of the alley. The bitch stopped, sniffed
at his cum, and began to lap it up. The stud trotted over, sniffed at Bob's cum, then
backed up and sniffed the bitch's ass. When he licked it, she growled and wheeled
around, snapping at him. The stud backed off, and Bob turned and left quietly. When
he was out of sight of the dogs, he began striding, glancing over his shoulder a few
times to make sure he wasn't about to get his leg ripped off.
Back on the main street, Bob headed for his car. He made it to the station wagon and
was unlocking it when the shepherd appeared. Before he could get into the car, the dog
was sitting on its face.
"Go home," Bob said.
The dog's ears cocked. He stood up. "Get," Bob said. "Go home."
The shepherd turned as if to run to the other side of the street. Bob opened his door
and was nearly knocked into the front seat by the lunging dog. The dog sat in the
middle of the seat, where Sandra had sat only fifteen minutes ago.
"Get out, damn it!"
The dog glanced at him, panting, dripping spit, then stared straight ahead through the
windshield.
Bob took a deep breath and grabbed the shepherd by the skin on the back of its neck.
The dog wore no collar.
"Now get out, out! I'm not playing games." The shepherd pulled away, whimpering. He
crouched down on the seat.
"Goddamn it!" Bob was ready to shoot the damn mutt.
"I ought a report you!" An old woman walking a white poodle was glaring at him from
the sidewalk. "Mistreating a poor, helpless animal like that! You oughta be shot! Come
on, Trixie, we're calling the police!" The poodle barked at Bob, and the two of them
tottered toward the rear of the car.
"Jesus Christ!" Bob slid into the wagon and rammed the key into the ignition. The
engine roared, and he was pulling away from the curb before he even got his door shut.
In the rear-view mirror he saw the old woman, leaning slightly forward, staring after
him. He could also see the woman's manicured poodle barking its fool head off.
Even a cop wouldn't have had time to get my license number, Bob thought with relief
and satisfaction. The last thing he needed today was a run-in with the cops, even
though he was innocent of manhandling the god damn hound that was sitting at his
side like a goddamn date or something. As soon as they got to the edge of town he was
going to drag the fucking hound out of his car, and that would be that.
Five minutes later, as they passed the population sign on the outskirts of town, the
shepherd began to rub his protruding red dogprick against the car seat as he sniffed and
licked the spots on which Sandra and Roxanne had planted their gorgeous asses during
their ride to school.
He can smell them, Bob thought. Christ! The dog looked as if it were going to shoot off
just from sniffing their scents.
Bob leaned on the accelerator, his heart pounding again with excitement. Sandra was
going to have a surprise waiting for her when she got home from school this afternoon.
His cock swelled. How would he ever make it through the day? What could he do to
keep himself occupied until his nubile daughter got home from school?
The shepherd whined, as if he already knew what pleasures were in store for him.


Chapter 9

Sandra gave Roxanne the slip after school by telling her that she was going to the
dentist. Roxanne wanted to come over this evening they could do homework together
or something – but Sandra knew exactly what Roxanne was after – her father. So she
told Roxanne that her dad was going out of town and that she needed to study for a
test. After telling Roxanne the lie about going to the dentist, Sandra couldn't very well
ride home on the school bus, so she enticed John Morris into giving her a ride home.
Halfway to the ranch the shy redheaded boy pulled off the road to attempt to make out
with her, and she surprised him by immediately unzipping his pants and going down
on his cock. John Morris trembled so hard she thought he was going to have a stroke
right there in the driver's seat. It took her about a minute, if that, to tease the cum out
of him with her nimble wet tongue. He had sweet tasting cum, like her brother's.
Just before they got to the Phelps ranch, John asked Sandra if she'd do him again. She
sighed, leaned over, and blew him while he was driving. He came just as they were
turning into her driveway and nearly ran off into the ditch. She thanked him for the
ride, got out at the bottom of the driveway, and started trotting up the long gravel
drive.
John tooted his horn. "Want a ride to school in the morning, Sandra?"
She looked back to see him with his red head out the car window, a sheepish and
expectant expression on his face. "Not tomorrow, but maybe some other time. I'll let
you know."
"Any time, Sandra."
Sandra waved and ran up the driveway, the taste of the boy's cum in her mouth. She
heard the boy toot his horn again, but she didn't look back. Boys, she thought. She
wished they wouldn't get all moony over her just because she blew them. Blow a boy
once and he thinks you're his girlfriend. She didn't want to belong to anybody – except
maybe to her dad.
Her pussy was sopping wet by the time she reached the house, wet from the two blowjobs 
she'd given John Morris, and wet from thinking about her dad. With luck, Billy
would be playing baseball or something this afternoon and she'd have her dad all to
herself.
She was climbing the steps of the front porch, with its white pillars on either side of the
front door, when her father poked his head around the side of the house. "Hi, honey.
I'm going for a swim. Why don't you join me?"
Sandra was thrilled. She could tell that he was naked from the waist up, at least.
Probably he was dressed in that sexy leopard-skin bathing suit he'd bought on the
French Riviera. It was as small as the panties of her bikini, and it showed off his cock
well.
Her dad was already in the pool when Sandra joined him. It had taken her two minutes
to stash her books in her bedroom and to slip into her white bikini. He was standing to
his nipples in the water, his matted wet hair shiny from the sunlight beaming in
through the skylights of the indoor pool. Potted ferns and palms were set here and
there along the deck of the pool, giving a tropical, jungle-like effect. Sandra took one
look at the square, muscular chest of her father, at his well developed, shoulders and
arms, and she was leaking juice into her bikini panties. He was her Tarzan.
Her dad flushed red the moment he saw her. "Come in," he said. "Water's perfect."
He turned away and began free-stroking toward the far end of the pool. She saw his
muscular assmuscles flexing. He was stark naked! Shaking, Sandra reached behind her
back and undid her halter strap. As she leaned over and peeled off her panties, her tits
swung heavily and jiggled. Her nipples tingled. She felt a throbbing warmth in her
crotch. She took two steps to the edge of the pool, hot pussycream lubricating her inner
thighs, and dove in just as her father was making his turn at the far end of the pool.
They met in water that was waist-deep. The water thrilled her sleek young skin as it
trickled off her tits and down her abdomen. Her father leaned over and started sucking
on her nipples.
Sandra's cunt contracted furiously She went limp, collapsing in the water.
Her dad caught her, wrapped her in his muscular arms, then thrust his red-hot prick
against her belly and ground his muscular abdomen against her. "Oh baby, you're all
mine!"
He bit her on the neck like a vampire. It hurt, but all she could do was moan. She was
too weak to resist, too weak to fight him. He could have ripped her throat out like a
lion, could have drained her blood like a, vampire, and she would have accepted her
death gladly, with pleasure.
He scraped his face against her flesh, slid down and chewed on her nipples, picked her
up and carried her into knee-deep water, slid down her belly, licked out her navel,
spread her legs and began eating out her sizzling crotch. She could hardly stand up.
Her legs shook.
"Lick!" she whispered. "Oh Daddy, lick!"
Her dad's tongue lapped up and down her pussyslit. He sucked her clit, spreading her
hairy cuntslabs with his thumbs. He bit her clit, chewed it, tortured it with the tip of
his electric tongue. Sandra almost screamed. She grabbed her nipples and twisted on
them. She was panting so hard she could hardly speak.
"Tongue-fuck," she gasped. "Lick out the cunt, the pussyhole!"
Her dad's tongue shot up her cunt, twisted this way and that, wriggled like a hot snake,
licked out the most sensitive folds and crevices of her throbbing cuntal walls. Sandra
saw stars, felt suns exploding in her crotch. She grabbed her dad's head, grunting,
panting and rubbing her pasty pussy in his face furiously.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, coming, coming, ohhhh!"
Her skin felt prickly with a zillion hot needles. She lifted her left tit and sucked on its
nipple. She danced in the water, her ass jerking, her pussy leaking juice onto her dad's
face and into his mouth. "Coming! Oh, Daddy, coming!"
Her dad picked her up and carried her to the edge of the pool. He laid her on her back
on the cool deck tiles, spread her legs and moved between them. He was still standing
in the pool, and she was lying on the pool deck before him as if on a table. Her spread
legs hovered over the water, her ass at the very edge of the pool, and he held them by
the ankles, forcing them far apart. It was as if she were performing a full split, except
that she was lying on her back. Her cunt was wide open, the moist air licking into it.
"Beautiful candy cunt!" her dad said, gazing between her legs, and Sandra shivered,
thrilled.
He grabbed her feet and played with her toes as he rammed his throbbing cock against
her dripping pussy. Sandra almost came at the touch of his burning cockhead to her
raw pussyslabs.
"Daddy," she breathed, "ravish me!" It was a line she'd read in one of the slick romance
novels all the girls in school were reading. "Ravish me!"
Her dad fucked his huge cock into her. She wanted to die.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!" She wriggled as he plowed his big cock again and again up
her burning crotch. "Feels so good! Oh Daddy, feels so good!"
Her dad clenched his teeth, glared down on her with a stern and angry expression. All
the muscles of his chest and abdomen contracted and writhed as he humped. His hands
tightened on her feet, nearly crunching her fragile bones. His thick cock plunged wildly
in her pussy, fucking the juice out of her, squishing inside her.
Sandra bit her fist, clutched at the balls of her feet with her toes. Her left hand reached
up to brace against her dad's heaving abdomen. His wet muscles danced against her
palm.
He was fucking her almost too hard. It almost hurt. Her cunt contracted in selfdefense,
tried to slow the rapid ramming of his cock. His nostrils flared like those of a stallion.
He grunted, groaned, fucked harder.
Sandra whimpered, biting at her fist, drooling, her entire body tightening. Daddy, slow
down, she half-wanted to say. You're fucking me too hard, Daddy, you're hurting me.
Oh God, slow down! But the words that bubbled out of her mouth were, "Fuck me! Oh
God, harder, deeper! Fuck, Daddy, oh shit!"
"Yeah!" her dad sighed, sweat beaded on his face, his muscular body slamming between
her legs. "Yeah, yeah!"
He ground his loins at her crotch, screwed his prick into her with such concentration
that his eyes appeared to be sinking into his brain. His cock vibrated, jerked, flexed up
so hard that it actually lifted her ass off the tile. He snapped his head back and
exploded into her, his hot spurts of cum splashing against the quivering walls of her
cunt.
"Ohhhhh, honey, uhhhhh!" He grunted, panted, as he pumped his fuck-load into her.
"Fuck you, baby, fuck you!"
Sandra was in heaven. At the first hot splash of man-cum against her teenaged
pussywalls, she sensed an orgasm in her super-sensitive young flesh. She concentrated
on the feeling of her dad's rock-hard cock flexing inside her, on the feeling of her dad's
rock-hard cock flexing inside her, on the feeling of his sizzling cum filling her pussy,
and suddenly her crotch was grasping at his cock like a spastic hand, milking him dry
while it exploded with fuck feelings of its own. Her cunt shuddered.
"Oh Daddy, I love you! You make me feel so good!"
Her dad pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it up and down her ravaged, dripping
cuntfurrow. A small amount of white jism still oozed out of his piss-hole.
"Let me eat it," Sandra said.
Her dad let her slip into the pool with him and clean off his cock. She tasted cum and
pussycream, sucking and licking his half-hard prick. When his prick began to swell and
harden in her mouth again, he pulled her up. They kissed.
"Fuck me again, Daddy."
"Sure," he said. "After I show you a surprise."


Chapter 10

They walked hand-in-hand out the back door of the pool room, and Sandra felt a slight
chill as the late-afternoon breeze wafted over her wet body. As they stepped out of the
shade and into the sunshine, however, a delicious warmth wrapped around her, and she
thrilled at being naked outdoors with her naked father. Giggling, she reached over and
grabbed her dad's hard and wagging prick, immediately working the sexy foreskin up
and down the thick-veined cockshaft. His prickhead was as purple as a plum, and its
piss-hole was wide open and leaking again. She dipped a finger into the clear fuck-lube
and tasted it.
"Mmmmm, Daddy, I love your cockjuice."
He placed a trembling hand on her lower back and caressed her. "Keep moving,
darling, before I lose control again and pin you down right here and fuck that gorgeous
ass of yours."
Sandra wiggled her ass as her dad's middle finger slid up and down the moist asscrack.
She felt tingly sensations up and down her asshole. "Screw it, Daddy, I won't mind."
"Christ!" he said. "I don't know how much more of you my heart can take." He slapped
her ass playfully. "Get going. The surprise is behind the garden."
They walked on a brick path through the garden, flowers and shrubs flanking them.
They walked over the goldfish pond on a small arched bridge and passed out the back
of the garden past the tall pines. A few horses grazed on the distant pastures, small and
motionless silhouettes on the lush, green and yellow grasslands. A shape lunged at them
from the left, and Sandra threw herself against her father, letting out a sharp scream.
The shape jerked back, rattling a chain, panting wildly.
Bob Phelps laughed. "Hey, hey, it's only the surprise." He turned her toward the
assailant.
It was a tawny German shepherd, not fully grown, and it was straining against its chain
and whimpering, its long pink tongue dripping as the dog panted.
"What's this?" she asked.
"Well, what does it look like? I picked him up for you today."
"But Daddy, you know I don't like dogs. You don't like dogs. What about the horses?
It'll attack the horses."
"If he makes trouble with the horses, we'll get rid of him of course," he dad said. "But
maybe we can train him not to."
She looked up at her father, still unable to understand why he would get her a dog. Her
dad gazed down at her, a strange look in his eyes. She was beginning to feel uneasy.
"Let him mount you," he said suddenly. "Let him fuck you."
Sandra didn't know what to say. She wasn't quite sure she'd heard her dad right.
"What?"
"You heard me. I hope you're not going to make believe you've never fucked a dog
before."
"Well-" She tried to think of something else to say, but couldn't.
Her dad laughed nervously and stepped toward the dog to unleash him. The shepherd
reared up, dancing excitedly on his hind legs. "Down, you mutt! Down! Claw me and
you'll get one alongside the head." He let the dog loose.
The shepherd came at her instantly, growling and ramming his wet snout between her
legs, lapping up the cunt-drool and jism. Sandra tensed up, holding her breath, afraid of
the sharp yellow teeth that nipped so close to her swollen pussyslabs.
"Daddy, take him away." She felt a mild knot in her throat, felt like sobbing. "Daddy,
please!"
"Relax, baby. He won't hurt you." Bob Phelps pumped on his cock as he watched the
young German shepherd eat her out.
"Daddy!" Sandra shrieked.
The shepherd growled. Bob whacked him across the ass... "Behave!" He grinned
strangely at Sandra, a touch of cruelty in his expression, and more than a touch of lust.
"Look between his legs, darling. See what he has?"
"Daddy, I don't want to." She was backing away from the dog. She was afraid of him,
and she was beginning to be afraid of her father. It was as if her dad was slightly
insane.
Her dad grabbed the shepherd from behind and lifted him up on his hind legs. "Look,
angel, look what he's got – for you."
The dog squirmed, dancing on his hind legs, trying to get back down and at Sandra.
His prick resembled a red cigar it protruded from its sheath and wiggled at her. It was
almost as big as Billy's prick, Sandra noted, but it was much redder and shinier. It
looked at wet and ugly, but at the same time it made her pussy tingle.
Sandra felt herself flushing. "Oh, Daddy, really!"
"Why don't you get down for a closer look?"
"Daddy, this is disgusting!"
"Come on, get down real close and look at it."
"Daddy, I just don't want to, but-"
She couldn't resist. The dogprick wiggled at her as if beckoning. She did owe it to
herself at least once in her life to take a close look at a dog-cock. Maybe she'd discover
why girls like Roxanne were crazy about the ugly things.
"That a girl. Stay alive, Rover, behave!"
Her dad held the shepherd steady while Sandra got down on her hands and knees in
the grass. The dog-prick quivered just inches from her nose and the smell reminded her
of the odors from some of the grubbier young boys she'd blown. The prick was moist,
and she could feel its heat. With her tits hanging and her ass up in the open air, she
couldn't help but to feel sexy and excited – even with a smelly dog-prick twitching in
her face.
"Why don't you taste it, sweetheart?" her dad said.
"But Daddy-"
"Just take one taste."
"Oh, all right!" Without another thought, she gobbled up the dog prick. It was
incredibly hot, and it wiggled in her mouth like a stiff, cylindrical tongue, but
amazingly slippery. The taste was much gamier than that of a horse-cock and she
almost vomited for a moment, but she got control of herself. Her lips tingled like
cuntlips as the dog-prick slid between them. The shepherd was whimpering and
humping, banging his furry belly in her face.
"Oh, baby, that's so sexy!" her dad said, doing his best to control the writhing dog.
"Beautiful! Suck that thing!"
It was like blowing a very young boy. The prick wasn't very big, but it was hot and
lively, and it pistoned in her mouth at an incredible speed. She used her tongue on it,
flapped it up and down the slicking shaft. At the same time, she sucked rhythmically,
puckering her wet lips like the tight rings of an asshole.
The dog panted, drooling hot spit on her back. He danced wildly, whined and broke
Bob's hold and dropped his forepaws onto Sandra's back, his claws gaining a hold in
her soft skin. Sandra winced, gasping around the sliding dog-prick.
"Damn you!" Bob snapped. "Damn mutt got away from me."
The shepherd rounded his back and humped furiously at Sandra's face. Suddenly he
poured his fuck-load down her throat and he whimpered, gouging Sandra's back,
grinding his furry abdomen into her face. Sandra gagged on the salty, almost-bitter dog
cum. It spurted against her tonsils in thin, piercing streams. Gaining control of her
gagging, she swallowed squirt after squirt of the hot dogslime. The thought of what she
was doing nauseated her, but she couldn't help but be excited. As much hot cream
leaked out of her pussy and down between her legs as was shooting out of the dog's
prick.
The shepherd dismounted before Bob could grab him, slipping around behind Sandra
so he could lap at her upturned crotch and asshole. Sandra spread her legs, panting like
a bitch in heat as the hungry shepherd slurped at the cunt-drool between her legs.
Bob kneeled down in front of her and stroked her head. "You all right, peach-fuzz?"
"Yes," she whispered, then gasped as the dog licked up between her cuntlips. "Eat it, eat
it!"
The dog twisted the end of his snout into her pussy.
"Oh, shove it in!" she moaned, not caring anymore what she said or how it sounded to
her father.
"You wonderful sexy bitch," her father said. "Christ, I wish I'd known about you years
ago. Oh, you gorgeous little slut! You little fuck-machine!" He grabbed her by the hair,
yanked her head up, and rammed his wrist-thick cock between her lips. "Eat it, you
teenaged whore! Oh, Christ!" He sank his cock all the way down her throat.
Sandra's eyes crossed and the blood rushed to her cheeks. She couldn't breathe for a
few moments, until her dad's cock eased out of her throat. She sucked in air and her
father's cock fucked back in, sliding against her tonsils. Her mouth felt as if it were
stuffed with a billy club. Her lips were stretched out thinly around her father's sliding
cock and her entire face throbbed.
"Lick it," her dad muttered. "Oh baby, blow it!" He wrapped his fingers in her hair and
jerked her head back and forth on his cock.
Sandra's tongue flapped at his huge cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She was so
overwhelmed by her father's sudden assault on her mouth and throat that she almost
forgot about the dog who was slurping away at her juicy snatch and asshole. When he
got up on her and mounted her, though, she couldn't help but remember him. She
wiggled her ass excitedly as the young German shepherd fucked his hot cock up her
cunt, as he sank his claws into her soft flanks and hugged her ass to his grinding loins.
The dog-prick jabbed at pleasure points in her cunt, got into sensitive crevices that big
cocks like her dad's just slid over. She preferred getting fucked by big cocks because she
enjoyed the stuffed feeling they gave her pussy, but there was something to be said for
smaller cocks that didn't stretch a girl out all that much, but wriggled and jabbed, had
their own method of exciting and pleasuring an itchy twat.
"Give it to her, you mutt," her dad said. "Fuck that juicy cunt of hers. Feels good, don't
it, boy? Well, this feels good too?" He cradled her cheeks between his rough hands and
screwed his cock in and out of her face.
Sandra writhed between her two fuckers – the man in front and the dog behind. She'd
been fucked like this before by some of the guys at school, so she wasn't new to the
sensations of eating cock and fucking cock at the same time. But she'd never sucked on
her father's cock while getting cunt-banged by a dog before! If Roxanne could only see
her now! Wouldn't the bitch throw a jealous shitfit!
Fuck me, you guys, she urged mentally. Fuck me silly! Give it to me! Give it to me!
She squirmed, moaned, wriggled, cooed, exciting her two lovers with every female trick
she knew. She dogprick pistoned faster inside her and her father's hard abdomen
ground against her nose. She felt hot tingling thrills in her hanging tits, especially in
the tips of her nipples. Her clit wiggled and twitched between her steaming cuntslabs
and her ass felt as if it were inflating, the fuck-tension building in it until she wanted to
cry out, intensity. She was going to come!
She tightened her cunt around the shepherd's sliding cock and used her tongue on the
underside of her dad's big meaty prick. Come, you sexy studs, she cried silently,
moaning loudly, jerking her head and ass. Cream me! Fill me!
Both man and dog exploded simultaneously. Sandra would have screamed had her
mouth not been stuffed full of spasming cock meat. The hot spurts of cum seemed to
shoot through her body like streams of fire. Thick sweet man-cum gushed down her
frantically swallowing throat. Salty dog-cum squirted up her clutching cunt. Man-cock
swelled her face, dog-cock wriggled like a hot snake in her pussyhole. She closed her
eyes, swallowing, jerking her ass, reveling in the sensations of two cocks shooting her
full of hot jism. Her orgasm overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She groaned. It was as if bucketfuls of molten lava were being dumped down her
asshole. The sensations flooded her loins streamed through the core of her legs,
throbbed in her tits. All she was missing now was two little boys to suck on her titties
and bite on her nipples while she screamed with unbearable pleasure.
"Swallow it!" her dad growled, spurting hot fuck-cream in her mouth. "Oh Jesus Christ,
suck it!"
The German shepherd gouged her flanks, shooting his dog-jism up her crotch.
Sandra sank her teeth into the rock-hard shaft of her dad's prick, the sensations of her
orgasm almost more than she could bear.


Chapter 11

They were playing a game. They were trying to see how long they could stay joined
together without her dad shooting off into her. Her father's big throbbing cock had
been up her asshole, for almost an hour now. She'd already come twice, just from the
excitement of it, without even trying to. But he'd managed to hold off, even though
he'd come dangerously close to blowing his load several times.
"Hungry?" he asked, lifting her hair and nibbling on her left ear.
Sandra shivered, goosebumps thrilling her left shoulder. "For your cock," she said.
"You've had enough of my cock for a while. I'm talking about food. I'm hungry. I just
realized that I haven't eaten all day."
Sandra wiggled her ass. They were sitting outside in the garden at the edge of the
goldfish pond, their legs dangling down into the water, the goldfish nibbling gently on
their toes. Sandra was seated in her father's lap, wrapped in his muscular arms. Her
dad's cock throbbed inside her, a hot vertical rod.
"Don't do that," her dad said. "You'll make me blow it."
"Shoot it," she said. "I wanna feel it squirt into me again."
"I've gotta save it, darling, for later. The best surprise is yet to come." He bit her neck
and she shivered.
"Why don't you show it to me now?" "After we eat," he said. "Let's get up."
They managed to get their legs out of the fish pond and to stand up without her
father's cock completely sliding out of her. As they straightened up, he drove his prick
rod into her to the very hilt and held her tight for a few moments. They were both
breathing heavily.
She wouldn't mind spending the rest of her life like this, with a big hard cock buried up
her shithole. She wondered why guys and girls ever separated once they got coupled.
Nothing felt better in the world.
"March," her dad said, and they shuffled out of the garden and toward the back of the
house, her dad's prick wiggling inside her.
Sandra giggled. She wished she could stand aside and watch herself shuffling along with
a muscular man glued to her ass, his cock throbbing inside her. Quite a sight it must
be! And they were getting good at it. Their legs moved together like dancers.
In the kitchen they stood at the cupboard and sliced up peaches and bananas for a fruit
salad. They put a loaf of bread and the honey pot on the table and sat down to eat,
Sandra balancing on her father's lap. She turned so she was riding him side-sadie, her
legs hanging off his muscular right thigh, her feet planted on the floor next to his chair.
She put her right arm around his neck and began feeding him bits of the peaches and
bananas with her left hand. She felt like a little girl again, like a toy doll.
"I'm glad we're not eating in the dining room," she said.
Her father swallowed a slice of peach and sucked the sweet juices off her fingers. "Why
not?"
"Cause mom might come home early from her trip and catch us in there."
"Christ!" he said.
"And we're just not dressed for formal dining. She'd throw a fit."
"She'd throw more than that," Bob Phelps said seriously, and then he laughed. "Let's
not talk about her right now, OK?"
"You worried she'll find out about us?"
"It had crossed my mind."
She fed him a slice of banana. "Don't be. I can keep a secret – if you can keep me
happy."
He stopped chewing. "And how do I keep you happy?"
She shimmied her asshole walls around his cock, making him gasp. "Keep this thing
nice and hard for me all the time and give me a hot fuck when I'm naughty. I don't
know if you've noticed, but I tend to be naughty a lot."
"I've noticed." Her dad dipped his finger into the honey pot and dribbled some of the
thick golden nectar onto her nipples.
"Dessert," he said, wrapping his lot lips around her right nipple and sucking it clean.
Sandra stiffened, starting to pant. Her cunt fluttered, the fuck-sensations streaming
from her tit to her crotch. She clawed at her dad's hairy calf with her toes.
"Daddy, oh Christ!"
He sucked a big mound of tit-flesh into his mouth and licked her nipple, gnawing on
the sensitive bump. He reached between her legs and shoved his middle finger straight
up her crotch.
She almost hit the ceiling. "Ooooh, Daddy, oh!"
Her dad's finger fucked in and out and the hot juice ran out of her like crazy. Her dad's
teeth grated on her nipple, driving her out of her mind. She squealed loudly and let go
completely.
"Come!" her dad muttered, his mouth full of her tit. "Feel good? Come!" His finger felt
like a boy-prick or a dog-prick as it jabbed and twisted inside her. His rough thumb
rotated against her stiff clit, sending electric needles up her crotch.
She snapped her head back and gnawed on her lip. Her ass started to jerk as an orgasm
ripped through her steaming crotch.
"Awwwwww, Daddy!" It was so intense it hurt. Her dad had a knack for giving her
superorgasms. She let go and whined, writhing deliriously in her dad's arms.
Her dad jumped up suddenly. She slipped off his cock and rolled onto the floor, air
rushing up her gaping asshole.
"Oh Daddy," she whined. "Why?" She clawed at her spasming crotch with both hands,
squeezed her legs together and rolled her body into a ball until the intense spasms had
passed.
Her dad was gripping the base of his cock and holding his breath. He tensed all his
muscles and stared at the end of his hugely swollen knob. Hot watery fluid shot out
and rained down on Sandra. His cock looked as if it were going to explode and
quivered dangerously close to doing so for several seconds, then softened ever so
slightly. Bob Phelps blew out his breath, let go of his cock, shook his head and sighed.
"Maybe I oughta pack it in ice cubes for a while," he said. "Shit that was close!"
He extended his hand toward her and helped her up.
"Why didn't you let it come?" she asked.
"I'm saving it," he said. "I've already come so many times today that it's a wonder I can
come at all anymore. I'm not a teenager and I haven't got a cunt like you. This old cock
of mine has limits. Christ, how many times can you come, anyway?"
Sandra smiled. "Oh, I don't know. I've never tested myself. I think I can come over and
over forever, if I want to. Some girls are like that, you know."
"I know," he said. "Christ!" He pulled her out of the kitchen. "Time for the big
surprise."
Get ready to come again.
As they trotted hand-in-hand across the back yard, Sandra's heart began to pound and
she felt queasy with an anxious excitement!
They were heading for the pasture, where this momentous day had begun at dawn.
What did her dad have in store for her? Probably something to do with Brownie. Her
thighs slipped against each other, oily with her pussyjuice. Despite her orgasm of only
moments ago, her crotch was throbbing again.
She wished everyday could be like this – she and her father alone on the ranch, getting
it on together, doing new and exciting things. She almost wished her mom would
decide not to come back from her business trip, that she'd fall in love with one of the
corporate executives she was always flying off to meet with in New York or Los Angeles
or Chicago, and that she'd send a note saying, "Sorry, but I won't be coming back."
Then it would be just Sandra and her father, and Billy. But she and dad could handle
Billy. They could send him off to military school or some place, just send him off every
night to eat and sleep at the house of one of his grubby little friends – as dad had done
with him this evening.
They entered the pasture through the gate and walked along the side of the horsebarn.
The combination barn-and-stables was usually unoccupied at this time of year, the
horses all out grazing in one or another of the pastures, so Sandra was surprised to see
the swish of a tail a few times as her father ran her past the open stall doors.
"Keep moving, darling," he said as they ran.
They stepped into the high-ceiling room at the far end of the barn, the room where the
machines were kept. But her dad had apparently moved everything out of the barn
except for the haywagon, because that's all that remained in the straw-strewn room –
that and what appeared to be some kind of harness, which hung from the sturdy ceiling
beams by heavy straps and ropes and dangled in the air over the open bed of the
wagon.
She looked up at her father, puzzled, slightly uneasy. She had the crazy idea that he was
going to strap her up into the harness contraption and torture her.
"What is it?" she whispered.
Her dad smiled strangely. "You'll see. Just wait here."
Sandra studied the contraption while her dad stepped out of the barn and disappeared.
She had the impulse to run, but she resisted it. No, her dad wouldn't torture her – or
would he? Some guys got off on torturing girls, she knew.
She heard the thudding of a horse's hooves, and her dad appeared around the corner of
the doorway with a restless colt, the black young stallion he had bought at an auction
only two weeks ago. The nearly grown colt had been galloping around in one of the
distant pastures ever since they'd bought him, too high-strung to let anybody near him.
The horse jerked his head now as her dad held tightly to the bit in his mouth.
"Easy, Jet, easy!"
"How'd you ever catch him?" Sandra asked as she ran her hand down his shiny black
face.
"Perseverance," her dad said. "Hours and hours of perseverance." He led the colt under
the harness. "Steady, boy, stay calm."
The horse snorted and danced around uneasily. He didn't like the contraption hanging
over his head.
"You're gonna have to hold him steady, while I get this harness on him."
"For what?"
"For you. Once we get him up in this harness with his front hooves planted up on the
wagon, he'll be in the perfect position to fuck your pretty cunt or asshole – whichever
you want."
Sandra started to tremble. "Oh Daddy!"
He caressed her tits. "Just hold him steady. If he starts getting too wild, we'll have to get
some ropes around him first before we can get the harness on him. Keep your fingers
crossed. Ready?"
"Ready." Sandra held the stallion's bit with her left hand and dipped her right hand
between her legs. Her pussyslabs were like moisture-swollen sponges. She shoved a few
fingers up between them and within seconds her palm was dripping with hot cuntslime.
She lifted her dripping hand to the colt's nose.
He smiffed it, his nostrils flaring. Snorting, he rubbed his nostrils against her hand then
began to lick the cunt-slime off it. Sandra leaned back so she could see underneath him
and she was rewarded by the sight of his erect and quivering prick-hard and throbbing,
naked and shiny as it protruded completely from its black sheath. Sandra caught her
breath. It was gorgeous!
"Hurry, Daddy! Oh my!"
Her dad was about to drop the harness over the young stallion's back. "Keep him calm.
Here goes."
Sandra thrust her hand between her legs again and brought it up dripping with
cuntjuice. The stallion colt lapped at her hand, his nostrils flared and almost steaming.
He jerked as the harness fell over him. Sandra petted him, kissed him, rubbed her cheek
up and down his face. He licked her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and let him
lick it out. His huge wet tongue, dripping spittle, filled her mouth and slipped down her
throat. She sucked the juicy horse-tongue. At the same time, she re-lubricated her hand
with pussycream so she could feed the love-fluid to the horse. The scent and taste of the
female ooze apparently acted like a sedative, calming the stallion, while at the same
time exciting his loins.
Sandra kissed the beautiful colt, fed him her pussy juice , spoke soothingly to him,
sucked on his tongue, caressed him. She'd never made out so intimately with a horse. It
was like necking with a big, brown-eyed boy. He was so cute! She wished she could
crawl in bed with him.
"Made it!" her dad said triumphantly, breaking her spell. "All ready. Now all we have to
do is get his front hooves up on the wagon so he's in a good fucking position."
"I can do that," Sandra said. She moistened her hand with her cunt and stepped back
toward the wagon, her hand outstretched and inches away from the young stallion's
flapping tongue. "Come on, boy, come on."
The horse followed her.
She jumped up on the wagon and stretched out her hand. "Come on, darling, get up."
The colt hesitated a few moments, then suddenly reared up gracefully. His front hooves
came to rest on the straw-padded wooden bed of the wagon. Sandra fed him her
cuntjuice.
Bob Phelps quickly secured the straps and ropes that attached the harness to the
overhead beams, tugging on each one to make sure it was tight. "There," he said. "No
way he can get down now unless he pulls the barn down with him."
Sandra heard her father through a rush of sound. Her blood was gushing through the
vessels in her head. She could hear her heart thudding as if it had jumped up into her
skull. She threw herself at the colt, hugged him, rubbed her naked body against his
beautiful black coat.
"Oh, he's beautiful!" she moaned. "Oh, God, I want him!"


Chapter 12

Sandra lay on her belly in the straw on the bed of the wagon like a slave girl before her
master. The young stallion's cockhead touched her lips. She kissed it, wrapped her lips
around it, drove her tongue up the open cum hole so she could lick it out. The stallion
thrust, stuffing her mouth and throat with swollen cockmeat, nearly choking her to
death. She gagged, squirmed in the straw, grabbed the stallion's slippery cock, yanked
her mouth off it. The huge prick, slid between her hands as the stallion humped. She
gasped for breath and swallowed the fuck-lube he'd leaked into her mouth.
Her father pulled himself up on the haywagon with her, got down on his knees behind
her and between her spread legs. He twisted two fingers of one hand up her asshole,
two fingers of his other hand up her cunt.
"Christ, you little beautiful bitch! I'm so horny just from watching you that I don't
know what to do anymore. Are you gonna let him fuck you, baby? What are you gonna
do?"
"I'm gonna fuck him," Sandra murmured, her eyes rolling, her crotch and asshole on
fire from the finger-fucking her father was giving them. "I'm gonna sit on his cock.
Ooh, Daddy!"
She wiggled her ass, rubbing her belly on the bed of straw. She grabbed Jet's thrusting
horse-prick and lapped at it wildly as it jerked between her palms.
The black stallion snorted, grunted, and dripped hot spittle on her back. She rubbed her
cheek against his leaking piss-hole, oiling her flushed skin with his fuck-lube. She
kissed his cockhead one last time and pushed up onto her hands and knees, the
stallion's forelegs sliding against her naked sides. Her father's fingers slipped out of her.
"Don't turn around yet," her father said excitedly. "Stay just like that for a second.
Mm!" He plunged his face between her asscheeks and slipped his tongue up her open
asshole.
"Mmm! Mmmmmm!" His tongue fucked in and out.
"Ooh, Daddy, eat me!" She wiggled her ass in his face. "Shove your tongue in deeper,
Daddy! Dooh, Daddy!"
The man's tongue flapped inside her, probed the sensitive crevices inside her asshole.
He yanked his tongue out of her and thrust it up her crotch, sinking his teeth into her
throbbing cuntslabs. She writhed, rubbing her head against the stallion's abdomen,
rubbing her crotch in her father's face.
"Daddy, I'm gonna come!"
He peeled his face away. "Let him fuck you, baby. Let him fuck you now. I've eaten
enough."
As she turned around so she could present her ass to the stallion, she thrilled to the
sight of her father licking her cuntdrool off his lips.
His cock stood up vertical as he sat back on his heels, the purple prick head throbbing
against his hairy, muscular abdomen.
She had all she could do to choose between her father and the stallion. Bob's cock
looked so fat and juicy that she could hardly resist wrapping her lust-swollen lips
around it and giving her father another blow-job. But he probably wouldn't let her do it
anyway, she thought. He was saving his load. He wanted to see her fuck the horse now.
Well she'd give him a good show.
She backed up. The stallion thrust his hot cock against her ass and it slid between her
legs and pistoned, rubbing excitedly against her inner thighs and her belly. The big hot
thing slid all the way up to her tits and she cradled the underside of the sliding cock
with her right hand. The stallion snorted, his prick pulsating. She knew she'd better get
it inside her before the colt lost his load, fucking his hot cream all over her tits. Not
that she wouldn't enjoy the sensation of that happening – she surely would. But she'd
have to save it for some other time. She couldn't do everything at once. Right now was
the time to get fucked. She'd been waiting to fuck a horse in this position for a long
time.
"Fuck him," her dad urged. "Get his cock inside you." Her father stroked his own cock
slowly as he watched her.
 "Yes, Daddy." She puckered her lips, licked them seductively. "Ooh, I'm so horny!"
"Christ!" her father sighed. He was flushed deeply from head to foot, and he was
trembling. She hoped he wouldn't have a heart attack in his excitement.
She slid away from the horse-prick, reached back and tried to control it with her left
hand to guide it into her cunt. Like Brownie's, Jet's cock was so thick that she could
hardly get enough of a grip on it to control it. She managed to get the enormous head
of it against her cuntslabs, however, and Jet did the rest. Her cuntlips almost tore from
the stretch as Jet rammed his cock into her.
"Uhhhh!" She was splitting in half. The huge cock was going to shoot out of her
mouth. "Ohhhh!" She writhed, twisting her head madly, biting her lips. He was killing
her.
"Hold on!" Her father moved up, cradled her face. "Hold on, darling, he's no bigger
than Brownie. You took Brownie's cock remember?"
"Yesss!" she hissed between clenched teeth as the stallion colt began to thrust. "Oh,
God, yessss!"
The stallion pumped away, grinding the guts out of her. Sandra whimpered. She
couldn't take itjust couldn't! And yet she had to, wanted to. There was intense
satisfaction, intense pleasure in the pain.
"Ohh fuck meee!" she whined, churning her crotch around and around the stallion's
knifing cock. "Grind it, you bastard! Ream me! Ream me! Oh God!"
"Beautiful!" her father mumbled. "My darling!"
He stroked her long chestnut hair, kneeled up to her and rubbed his dripping cockhead
back and forth across her face, over her lips. He rammed his monstrous prick down her
throat.
Sandra gagged, her spit gushing over her father's hairy balls, her lips rippling over his
bloated cock-veins as his monstrous prick rammed in and out, banging her mouth and
throat. She choked and nearly blacked out. She'd never been assaulted like this – by
two such monstrous cocks at the same time. As her father's cock pistoned between her
lips, her cunt contracted madly, an orgasm taking her by surprise.
She moaned loudly, her cry stuffed by her father's plunging cock. Tears ran out of her
eyes. Her ass, her crotch, her entire body felt as if they were being consumed by an
electrical flame. Her orgasm reached a pinnacle of pained pleasure, then passed away as
quickly as it had come.
Her father still fucked her face. The stallion still plowed her cunt. Her father evidently
did not realize that she had come. All at once the stallion's prick popped out of her.
When he thrust forward, he missed her pussyhole and lodged his prick between her wet
buttcheeks. Before she could even think of resisting, his cock was reaming open her
asshole and sliding inside!
She screamed, but her cries were smashed in her throat by her dad's relentlessly
plunging prick. The stallion's cock fucked in her asshole, reamed her out like a fist and
arm. The stallion danced, shifting restlessly, his loins and flanks heaving, his breath
roaring from him as if from a bellows. He snorted, whinnied.
"Give it to her," her dad urged the horse. "Cream her, boy! Squirt her up good! Oh
yeah!"
He grabbed her ears and rammed his cock in and out, his heavy balls flogging her chin,
his hairy groin scouring her nose, his enormous prick fucking, fucking, fucking her
throat.
The horsecock flexed so powerfully that Sandra felt her knees lift slightly off the straw.
The stallion whinnied excitedly, whinnied again. As his sizzling horse-cum spurted up
her asshole, he snorted, breathing heavily.
Sandra jerked, the cum squirting up her asshole as if it were hot water out of a hose.
The vibrations of the horse-cock passed into her assflesh, into her loins. She closed her
eyes and visualized the arm-sized horse-cock plunging in and out of her ultra-set
retched asshole, the spurts of grayish-white horse-jism streaming into her, filling her
asshole. The naked red horse-cock was sliding in the jism, squishing in it. She could
hear it. Oh, how luscious, how juicy! She salivated profusely, munching on her father's
cock and imagining it for a moment to be the horse-cock.
Her father exploded down her throat. "Ahhhhhh! Oh, my baby girl! Ohhhh!"
Sandra flapped her tongue against the quivering, flexing, pulsating cock in her mouth.
She munched, slurped, sucked. Her father's cum gushed down her throat and her head
was filled with the taste and scent of it. Her father shot such a heavy load that she
couldn't swallow it fast enough. The rich white man-cum bubbled out of her mouth,
greasing her lips and chin.
As the stallion's cock vibrated and shot once more in her asshole, as her father's cock
vibrated and spurted again down her throat, Sandra felt a hot quivering begin in the pit
of her loins, and at that moment her father reached under her and mauled her tits.
Sandra's loins exploded with yet another orgasm.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!"
Her head jerked and her eyes rolled back. As the spasms tore through her loins, she
blubbered, letting herself jerk and twitch. She closed her eyes and became one with her
pleasure. All she knew were the raw fuck-sensations that gnawed through her loins. It
was as if she'd spent her entire life doing nothing but this, as if she'd never known
anything else but orgasm. As her father's cock slipped out of her mouth, a cry of ecstasy
and joy burst from her throat. She let it come, sensing total freedom, enjoying pure
pleasure. She wished that these feelings would never end.
"Wow! Wow! Wow! So this is where you've all been hiding. Oh wow!" The highpitched words came from behind Sandra.
Sandra's feeling of total elation dissolved instantly. She fell into the straw, popping Jet's
cock out of her asshole and skinning her nose on her father's hairy knee. Roxanne –
the dizzy blonde bitch, the slut, the pushy and tactless intruder – was ripping off her
clothes as fast as she could, dropping them on the straw-covered floor next to Jet's
restlessly shifting hind hooves. Sandra was too exhausted to argue. She dropped her
head and sighed. Who cared about Roxanne?


Chapter 13

Bob Phelps sat on the haywagon, his legs crossed Indian-fashion, his half-hard cock
drooping over his balls and onto the straw. He felt slightly dazed, slightly numb. It felt
as if he'd drained all the energy out of himself with that last load of cum, which he'd
shot down his daughter's throat, his big cock pumping beautifully between her
overstretched lips and in and out of her pretty face. And how she'd smacked her lips,
how she'd relished sucking the jism out of him, her gorgeous round ass jerking as the
black stallion poured his hot fuck-load up it! If he experienced anymore orgasms like
that last one, he was sure he was going to curl up and die, the life drained out of him.
Roxanne, her big tits bouncing, her blonde hair sweeping her shoulders, leaped up onto
the wagon like a gymnast mounting a balance beam. Bob noticed clear trickles of pussy
juice between her legs and he moaned with fatigue. Didn't these teenaged girls ever
stop? Were their pussies in a state of perpetual heat? His cock responded to the sight of
her lovely blonde pussymound. His prick stood straight up, throbbing again, even
though it felt more numb than anything else.
Roxanne stood over him and spread her cuntlips with her fingers. Her candy-pink
cuntmeat appeared between the blonde fur, her inflamed little clit wiggling with
excitement, her sensitive pussymeat glistening with female juices.
"Want a taste, Mr. Phelps?"
Bob groaned, his lips gluing themselves to the gorgeous teenager's crotch. He sucked
her pussymeat, chewed on her clit, licked up into her cunt, her juices flowing into his
mouth like a sweet, slightly tart wine.
Roxanne writhed, humping her cunt against his mouth. Her juices ran down his neck.
"Oh, Mr. Phelps, you're so good! Eeeeh! Oh God! Uh, uh!" Her pussymeat vibrated
and her eyes rolled back. She arched backward, thrusting her loins forward and rubbing
her hot pussyslabs against Bob's sucking mouth. "I'm coming!" she grunted, humping,
humping, humping. "Oh yesss!"
Her orgasm was quick and the moment her cunt stopped its clutching and throbbing,
she peeled it away from Bob's mouth and turned toward the horse.
She nudged Sandra, who was lying on her belly, her cheek pillowed on her arm as if
she were dozing. "Move outa the way, baby," Roxanne said, "if you aren't gonna take
advantage of that luscious-looking fucker."
Sandra mumbled something unintelligible and forced herself up to her hands and
knees. She scrawled out of Roxanne's way then, and flopped down next to Bob. Bob
caressed her ass.
"Let me rest a little, Daddy. I'm all worn out. We can fuck again in a little while."
I don't care if you want to rest a week, Bob thought. It'll take at least that long before
my spark plugs will spark again. His cock was still up in the air, was still twitching
against his abdomen, but it was feelingless. His loins felt nearly dead. He felt only the
vaguest hint of a pulsation in his lower abdomen.
Roxanne dove onto the straw between Jet's black front legs, her ass wiggling, her belly
rubbing on the straw as she thrust her head down and nuzzled his furry loins. She
licked his fur like a mother cat, chewed on his cocksheath. His huge flushed cock
throbbed on top of her head, beat on her naked back. fuck-lube bubbled out of it and
fell on her creamy skin. Roxanne sighed, eating her way up until she had the stallion's
cockshaft against her lips. She began licking the big prick, cleaning off all the jism and
sex-juices. By the time she arrived at the stallion's cockhead, the horse was in a snorting
frenzy.
Roxanne wrapped her lips around the end of the prick head and her head bobbed. To
Bob's amazement, she managed to get the entire head and maybe three inches of the
horse's cockshaft into her mouth. She cooed while she ate it, masturbating the long
prick by sliding her smooth hands up and down it. When the young stallion started to
pant and snort, his loins quivering, she immediately stopped sucking him and pushed
away, panting herself.
"I'll blow you off some other time," she mumbled excitedly. "But right now you're
gonna fuck me."
As she pushed up onto her hands and knees to swivel around so she could fuck the
horse, Bob noticed that her entire ass was throbbing, both her dripping crotch and her
asshole.
Bob grabbed his cock and began to stroke it up and down slowly. The heat and
sensation were returning to it. His balls had bloated up and he felt a tingling in his
asshole. Damn, if he wasn't getting ready to blow yet another load! He didn't even want
to think about how many times he'd already blown off today – not to mention last
night. He didn't think he'd ever shot off so many times in one day, not even as a
teenager.
Instinct, Bob thought. She was a bitch, a filly – just as Sandra was. They were all
bitches, these teenaged girls. They went into heat just like animals, and they fucked just
like animals.
The colt thrust his cock between her thighs, slid it back and forth against her belly;
jabbed one of her tits. Roxanne squealed, crawled for ward slightly, reached back and
got hold of the slicing cock, guided it against her crotch. Her blue eyes nearly popped
out of her skull as the horsecock rammed up her cunt.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh!" she panted, her entire young body flushed a pretty rose-color. She
shivered. For just a moment, her face went pale. The stallion snorted, thrusting
furiously. Roxanne whined. "Ohhhh, Goddddd! It's sooo big!"
The horsecock plunged in and out. Bob could hear its rapid thrusts in her juicy cunt.
Roxanne's young tits flapped heavily, her ass jerked, rotated. "Yesss," she moaned. "Oh
yess, yessss!" Her eyes rolled, glazed, delirious. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Such a bitch, Bob thought. Such a slut. He'd always known he was a flirt. But Christ,
here she was fucking a horse as if she'd been doing it all her life! He wished he would
have found out about her years ago, just as he wished he would have found out about
Sandra. He wondered how many other girls at Sandra's school were nymphomaniacs.
How many of them sucked cock and fucked cock with such an insatiable appetite? How
many of them made it with animals – with dogs or horses, or maybe even with donkeys
and goats? He had video – tapes of girls and woman making it with all kinds of
animals. He'd always wondered whether the models in these films did it for the money
or did it because they enjoyed it.
"Oh, stud, stud!" Roxanne gasped. "Do it to me, do it to me!"
The raving bitch rammed her ass back at jet's loins each time he fucked into her, at
least a foot of his cock disappearing inside her each time. Roxanne panted, spit leaking
from one corner of her mouth, her eyes rolling madly as she rotated and jerked her ass.
The black stallion tossed his head, shook his mane. All the muscles writhed under his
shiny black coat. His loins quivered, their muscles fluttering, undulating. Bob watched
him with satisfaction. He was going to make a great breeding stallion, maybe even
surpassing Brownie. His jism would bring hundreds of dollars per load. That little
blonde bitch fucking him didn't know how privileged she was. Hundreds of dollars
worth of cum would be spurting up her juicy young cunt and she wouldn't even realize
the value of it.
Bob fisted his cock faster, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the gorgeous young girl
getting banged by the incensed black stallion colt. One of these days I'm going to retire,
Bob told himself, retire and devote all my time to selling the stud services of stallions
like Jet and Brownie. For a moment he envisioned his pastures and stables alive with
fucking stallions, some of them mounted on whinnying fillies, but most of them
mounted on whining teenaged girls, His loins raged with heat and fuck-thrills at the
thought.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna come!" Roxanne whined, humping her ass frantically, her tits
flapping. "Ohhh, wowww!" She threw her head back and shuddered, her blue eyes
becoming slits and showing only the whites. "Ohhh, fuck!" She grunted, gasped, her
cunt spasming around the sliding horse-cock.
"Eeeeeeeh!"
The stallion's eyes wobbled. He shook his head from side to side and snorted, his
nostrils flared and dripping. His loins shuddered fiercely, visible waves passing through
the muscles of his flanks and abdomen as the spasms tortured him. Then his hot fuckfluid 
gushed from his flexing cock and flooded Roxanne's clutching pussyhole.
"Uhhh!" Roxanne gasped, jerking with the forceful jets of cum streaming into her cunt.
"Oh God, God!"
Bob watched in a charmed trance as the magnificent black stallion pumped his
fuckcream into the body of the gibbering teenaged girl. When it was over, he grabbed
Roxanne by the hair and yanked her forward, disengaging her from the horse-cock.
He dragged the girl until she was lying next to Sandra – who appeared asleep, a
satisfied smile on her pink lips – and he fell on top of her, ramming his cock up her
cunt instantly and fucking at her. Roxanne blubbered and squirmed, spit leaking from
her mouth.
Bob fucked her savagely, plunging his cock into her cum-filled pussyhole. The horsecum 
was unbelievably slick, and it was still hot from the stallion's lust-seething loins. As
Bob fucked, the thick cum bubbled out around his cock and bathed his nuts. Her cunt
was loose, overstretched from the reaming the horsecock had given it. Bob could feel it
gradually beginning to tighten again but he didn't have time to wait. He wanted to
come. He yanked his prick out of her cunt and rammed it between her asscheeks. He
felt her asspucker yield, and he sank his cock up her ass to the hilt.
Roxanne arched up, gasping, her asshole like a vise around his cock. Bearing down on
her, he humped with every ounce of energy he bad left, slicing his cock in and out of
her supertight asshole, fucking the shit out of her. The fuck-thrills shot through the
core of his enormous cock like hot pokers. His balls swelled hugely. He humped,
grunted, plunged his cock in and out as fast and hard as he possibly could. His hard
abdomen smacked the girl's ass, jolting her again and again. She whimpered and
moaned. A burning contraction gripped Bob's asshole and crotch. His balls pulsated.
The hot cum rushed through the piss-tube of his flexing, vibrating prick and he fell on
the naked young girl, gushing his seething fuck-load into her, writhing on-lop of her,
grunting and snorting like a rutting stallion.
"Mr. Phelps!" Roxanne gasped. "Oh God, shoot it!" Her asshole clutched his sliding,
"She's coming," he muttered to himself.
"Jesus Christ, she's coming again!" Didn't these teenaged sluts ever stop coming, didn't
they ever cool off? Were there no limits to their lust or sexual capabilities?
As he spurted his guts out into the teenaged girl underneath him, Sandra stirred next to
him and opened her brown eyes. "I'm horny, Daddy," she muttered sleepily. "Fuck me
again."


THE END
