She clamped her lips around the apple-sized dickhead and sucked vigorously, cramming more of its incredible girth into her wet mouth. The first time she’d done this, she hadn’t been sure of her own safety at the beginning. She had also been unwilling when it had started, but she would never accuse her Groucho of rape; she was, after all, strutting around naked, in his barn, no less, and the scent of her warm teenage pussy was just too inviting for his animal instincts to refuse. He couldn’t help himself. And she had enjoyed it so much; she found it impossible to recall the memory with any emotion but joy.
So now, having made all her worries of the danger of sucking a horse’s cock disappear ten years ago in that sacrilegious stable, she felt completely confident in doing it again.
Then the horse had other ideas.
She was sucking on four thick inches when the horse started to thrust: gently at first, but quickly building momentum. Before Raza knew it, the horse was in control, and was shoving a good nine inches down her surprised gullet. She felt it block off her windpipe as the massive organ contorted to the shape of her throat. And still, the horse continued to pound faster. She screamed and moaned as the impending danger truly set in. Raza was just about to punch its balls when the horse came viciously down her throat, its dick shrinking back out of her mouth as it sprayed its steaming seed all over her glad, gasping face.
To feel streams of hot horse cum upon her cheeks, down her throat, dripping from her lips, and coating her hair, was Raza’s favorite thing in the world.
She swallowed what had been so graciously deposited in her belly and mouth, but she chose not to clean herself up, enjoying her mask of semen. She got up and viciously ripped her tattered shirt in half, completely exposing her breasts to the beast. Her dark nipples stood proud in the night air as little drips of cum found their way from her chin to her cleavage.
She bent down once more to the horse’s cock and stroked it with one hand. This didn’t do a great deal, so she crawled underneath the horse again and, squatting, pushed her bulging tits up to its cock-head. Slowly, she began to tit-wank the creature, using its own cum as lube. She plucked her own nipples as she felt its girth expand—the beast was hard again in no time. The giant dick head, which was protruding up from the valley between her creamy, smooth tits, bobbed up and down in her cum-soaked face, and she put her mouth on the bell end to suck up what little she had left inside her obscene new toy.
Raza saw a bench nearby and knew what she was going to do. Since her wild sex with Groucho, she had become an avid watcher of horse porn, and found that the preferred position of most women was to lie down on a bench while the horse stands over them. So Raza did just that, lying on her back and positioning herself legs-up on the bench, displaying her pussy and ass to her new partner.
Once again, the horse wasted no time in getting what it wanted. The scent of Raza’s wet, pulsing cunt was inflaming the horse’s bestial instincts to no end, and it walked forward to claim its prize. With a bit of guidance from Raza’s soft hand, the frustrated horse quickly found its target and thrust forward, abruptly filling Raza’s aching pussy with six fat inches of thick, pink horsecock. “Ohhhhh, yes,” she moaned. “Fill me, you fucking monster!”
The horse seemed to understand, and began to pound her slippery pussy for all it was worth. Its balls were swinging wildly below, grazing against her ass cheeks every now and then as it pushed into her stretching cunt. “God!” she yelled to the skies. “Oh God, yes, fuck me, you beast, fucking pound me!”
As the horse surged forward and finally began pumping Raza’s tight cunt full of her well-deserved sperm, the barn door swung open and two farmers stood, one pointing a shotgun, the pair gobsmacked at the scene inside.
“Rufus, we ain’t never gonna need that damn breeding frame ever again.”
TO BE CONTINUED…