Cicciolina and the horse cock

Cicciolina was startled when she realized that the
horse she was riding was getting a hard-on.

Then she was thrilled.

She was riding bareback, and the thought that it must
have been the rubbing of her hot crotch on his back
which excited the horse was the sort of thing that
thrilled the woman. Cicciolina was a sexy woman who had
often given men hard-ons, but this, as far as she knew,
was the first time that she had ever excited an animal.

She looked ahead to where her guide was riding, leading
the way. When she saw that he was looking straight
ahead, she grinned and leaned sideways, staring down
under the animal’s loins.

His huge prick looped out in a fat prod.

The big, dark-fleshed cockhead was just starting to push
out from the foreskin and his balls were big as melons.

Cicciolina was getting turned on, herself.

She looked ahead again.

The young man who was guiding her along the forest trail
was paying her no attention and had obviously not
realized that her mount was sporting a stiffening prick.

Cicciolina folded her legs in around the horse’s flanks.

He was a sturdy horse, but not overly large, and she was
able to touch both booted heels against the animal’s
cock. Her well-muscled thighs gripped the horse around
the flanks, tightening and relaxing as if she were
lasting at a trot. She began to rub her heels up and
down the animal’s huge, swollen prick.

It got bigger and bigger.

The head flared out in a great, mushroom-shaped slab of
dark-gray cockmeat, throbbing. Cicciolina could feel his
prick pulsating between her heels. The woman wished that
she were barefoot so that she could caress that lovely
cock with her naked feet and calves.

The woman kept leaning down to gaze under the horse,
then quickly looking ahead to make sure that the horse’s
condition and, more to the point, her own involvement
and interest in that condition had not been noticed.

Cicciolina would have been mortified if the young man had
noticed what she was doing.

She felt a bit embarrassed by it, herself.

Yet that massive hunk of horsemeat was so thrilling that
she wasn’t worried about a silly thing like being
embarrassed… as long as no one else knew about it.

The guide did not look back.

He was leading them along a narrow trail with trees on
one side and a shalestone incline on the other,
carefully picking his way around and under overhanging
branches, concentrating on the path.

Cicciolina massaged the horse’s cock some more.

She began to wonder if she would be able to make the
horse come like that, between her feet.

The instant that the possibility occurred to her, she
felt an unholy urge to jack the beast, knowing what a
thrill it would be to see his cum spurt out and know she
had caused it. But she was nervous. What if the young
man happened to look back just at the critical moment,
when the horse was spurting his wad?

She looked ahead again.

Cicciolina was flushed with lust and blushing with
embarrassment because of that lust.

The young man, although she did not know it, was
blushing, too.

He was a teenager, tall and lean, dressed in jeans and a
plaid work shirt, boots and a Stetson. His name was
Jake. He was blushing because he thought… and hoped…
that there was a chance that sexy Cicciolina
intended to seduce him.

Such things had happened to Jake before.

He worked on the dude ranch and, quite often, the women
who took their vacations there were horny, and a few of
them had seduced young Jake at the end of the trail.

In his tight Jeans, with his crotch-bulge evident, Jake
was the sort who appealed to horny women of all ages.

But no one as gorgeous as Cicciolina had ever stayed at the
ranch before, and her very beauty made the boy nervous.

That was why he was not looking back.

In fact, it had been Cicciolina’s intention to seduce Jake.

This was her first day at the ranch. Right away, she had
seen the way his cock bulged in his tight jeans and
figured that she would make a play for him as soon as
they stopped in some lovely and romantic spot along the
trail.

Cicciolina was a married woman and not particularly
promiscuous, but she had come on this vacation without
her husband and it was the sort of occasion when even a
faithful wife was entitled to slip up, she figured. She
had been thinking about seducing young Jake as she rode
along bareback, and she had been getting hot.

She thought that maybe she would blow him first.

Cicciolina liked lean, young men, and the thought of driving
them wild with her tongue, hearing them whimper as she
took their jism in her mouth, was inspirational.

Then, if he was as potent as he looked, she would let
him fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted.

That had been her intention.

And perhaps it had been her sexual arousal that had
inspired the horse to get an erection.

But now Cicciolina found herself far more intrigued with the
horse than with Jake.

Cicciolina was a tall, willowy woman, with long, long legs.
Those legs were wrapped firmly around the horse as she
continued to stroke his prick between her heels.

She had an ass shaped like a valentine, and that ass was
rubbing steadily on the animal’s back as she worked her
foaming crotch around on heated animal flesh.

The horse was slightly lathered.

Her cunt was lathered a lot more.

Cicciolina’s tits were large and firm and thrusting and, at
the moment, her nipples stood out stiff and trembling
against her shirt, swollen so much they seemed ready to
explode.

She looked down again.

Her curly auburn hair cascaded over her cheek as she
leaned far down over the horse’s back and gazed at his
cock. Her green eyes flared, hot as molten jade,
thrilled by the sight. Her wide, full lips parted,
panting, and the pink tip of her tongue slid across her
mouth.

By this time, the horse’s prick was hard as a rock and
so taut that it was throbbing between her boots like a
captive snake. She knew that it wouldn’t take much more
rubbing to bring the beast to a climax.

Did she have time?

Could she complete the job without being discovered?

Cicciolina rationalized the situation: If the horse still
had a hard-on when Jake looked back, or when they
stopped, it was going to be an awfully embarrassing
situation, anyhow. She would have to pretend that she
hadn’t noticed that erection, or feign dismay when she
did, and she knew that both she and Jake would be
mortified.

On the other hand, if the horse shot his load now, his
prick would undoubtedly soften and diminish, and Jake
would never realize what had happened behind him on the
trail.

That was how Cicciolina justified her decision.

She began to move her feet up and down with a steady
rhythm that would bring the horse off quickly. She
adored the way his cock pulsated between her feet. Her
pussy was getting so hot that she thought she might
cream herself, soaking her riding jodhpurs.

The horse began to sway and stumble, losing his footing
as he began to concentrate more on his cock than his
stride. His nostrils flared and his breath billowed out.
His neck turned, and he gazed back at his rider in
wonderment.

Cicciolina leaned on his withers with one hand.

Bending down lithely, she reached under the animal and
fingered the swollen head of his prick. It was damp. His
pre-cum juices were already seeping out.

When she brought her hand back up, her fingers were
dripping with horse jizz. She held her hand up before
her face, staring at the creamy ribbons in fascination.
Horse cum looked thicker than a man’s cum, she thought.
It felt hotter, too. But she was so hot that it was hard
to judge anything hotter. The raging heat that had
started in her crotch seemed to have seeped throughout
her whole body. Even her eyes seemed to be hot as she
stared at her hand and watched the slippery ribbons of
horse cum slowly slide down her fingers and palm.

Then the horny woman did a naughty thing.

She brought her hand to her lips, pushed her tongue out
and lapped up some horse jism.

She blushed furiously even as she did it, and knew that
later, when she had cooled down, she would feel
disgusted with her behavior. But at the moment, she
simply had to have a taste of that thick jizz. She tried
to believe that she was tasting it out of mere
curiosity, to see if it had the same flavor and texture
as a man’s cum… but in her heart, she had to admit
that she was doing it because she lusted with a sexual
frenzy for that slick slime.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, as the musky taste tingled on her
tongue.

She lapped up another tongueful.

Her tongue felt as hot as her clit now.

Her mouth was salivating every bit as much as her cunt
was melting with juice.

Bunching her fingers together, Cicciolina pushed them into
her mouth and began to suck on them as if they were a
cock.

And she sucked them clean, letting the hot cum slide
around on her tingling taste buds for a moment, then
swallowing every sweet drop. Hot flashes ran through her
like lightning. The thrill of doing such a perverted
thing was driving lust through the fabric of her mind as
well as her body.

Now the horny woman was so worked up that her need to
make the horse climax was every bit as powerful as the
horses need to get his swollen cock and bloated balls
emptied.

Cicciolina leaned on the beast’s withers with both hands and
began to rub her feet up and down along his prick
faster. Her ankles arched and her instep caressed the
underside of his cock while she pulled up on his
vibrating prick. She could feel his fat vein pulsating
right through the leather of her boots. Her own blood
seemed to throb though her veins in the same way, and
her heart was pounding like the horse’s cock.

As her legs moved up and down on the animal’s flanks,
her crotch was moving, too, rubbing steadily along the
horse’s spine. Her pussy was flooding her panties now.
Cicciolina was so hot that she felt numb. She didn’t know if
she were coming or not.

Then the horse came!

She gasped as she felt his huge prick suddenly give a
mighty lurch, then his massive cock recoiled between her
feet, slamming back, and from his cockhead his thick
slime spurted out like a fluid cannonball.

Jism shot out between the horse’s front legs and flew
ten feet up the trail splashing heavily on the ground.

The animal snorted and his hindquarters lowered,
squatting down, so that his prick was aimed upward at a
higher angle. His second mighty jet of jism blew out;
lifting into the leafy branches of the overhanging trees
like a silvery spaceship launched with such velocity
that it could escape the suck of gravity.

Cicciolina slid back along his angled spine.

Her hands clutched the horse’s mane, and she squirmed,
working her cunt around on his back as she watched that
creamy stream rise high into the trees, then hang
suspended for a moment before it dropped back to the
earth.

For a horrible moment, Cicciolina thought that tremendous
shot was going to fly so far ahead that it would
splatter all over Jake’s back.

But it fell short of the guide, splashing on the trail
behind his mount. It was so thick that the lumps
fragmented like brittle metal, silvery drops bouncing in
all directions.

Cicciolina’s feet were still massaging his spurting cock.

A third powerful jet burst from the horse’s cockhead,
then a fourth, looping up and spraying the tree.

Then the pressure was off. Cum continued to pour from
him, but it wasn’t hosing out now. It was merely
trickling from the gaping cleft and running down his
meaty knob, soaking her boots.

Cicciolina kept squeezing his prick until she had milked out
every last drop from the brute. She felt his cock begin
to soften.

The horse snorted and shook his head as if he were
mystified my what had happened. Perhaps he was. It isn’t
every day that a horse gets jacked off by a woman rider.

And Cicciolina also looked stunned, amazed by what she had
done… and amazed at how thrilling it had been!

-= Chapter 2 =-

Cicciolina’s crotch was awash.

Cuntjuice had flooded from her, soaking her panties and
jodhpurs, and seeping through onto the horse’s back.

The horse was blowing as if they had been at a full
gallop. He walked forward again, his head swinging from
side to side. His prick had retracted back into his
loins a bit, but a lot of the massive shaft still stuck
out, semi-hard. His big cock knob was half sheathed by
the foreskin now and pointing at the ground like some
fleshy divining rod swaying up and down as it sought a
hidden underground source of water. They walked on past
the glinting drops of his cum that had fallen onto the
trail, and under the other thick drops that had sprayed
the trees and now hung from the branches.

Cicciolina stared at the stuff.

The flavor of horse cum still lingered on her taste
buds, kept hot by her saliva.

Cicciolina was getting some very exciting ideas.

Ahead, young Jake turned his mount around a bend in the
trail and, for a moment, was out of sight. Then Cicciolina
rounded the bend. She stared at Jake. He still looked
attractive, tall and slim and wiry. She knew that a fit
young man like that would be able to throw a great fuck
into her. She knew it would be a lot of fun for her, to
seduce a teenaged cowboy.

She still intended to.

But now a dark lust and deep depravity had overwhelmed
Cicciolina. She was having the most unholy urges. Her pretty
face was flushed from the fires within, her green eyes
glowed as if they were the glazed windows of a blazing
furnace.

Yes, soon she would seduce Jake.

But she had a more immediate desire, a desire that
overwhelmed her by its intensity.

Cicciolina wanted to be alone with the horse!

Jacking him off with her feet had been such thrill that
it had corrupted her mind and melted her inhibitions.
But she had needed to be cautious, to make sure that
Jake did not see what she was doing. And now she wanted
to do it again, in solitude, so that she could
concentrate completely on what she was doing without
having to worry about her guide discovering her.

If it had been wonderful to do it with her booted feet,
just imagine the thrill of jacking the horse off with
her naked hands! Maybe letting him shoot his thick slime
all over her belly and tits!

Maybe even–oh, the thrill of such depravity–maybe even
letting him shoot in her face!

Cicciolina was thinking fast and hard.

And she came up with a plan…

***

Cicciolina was twenty-six years old.

She had been married for five years, and it had been a
happy enough marriage. She had met her husband, Jim, at
college. She had not been a virgin when they met, but
she had not been awfully experienced, either. Jim had
been more experienced than she had, and he had fucked
her on their second date. On their third date, she had
given him a blowjob. He had enjoyed that so much that he
asked her to go steady.

Soon enough, more by silent understanding than any
spoken words, they became engaged.

When Jim graduated, they were married. They had a good
sex life; Jim was an attentive lover, potent and blessed
with a rather large prick, and Cicciolina had never been
known to have a headache at bedtime. She had never felt
any desire to take a lover… at least, not to have an
affair.

She had cheated on Jim twice, which she did not think
was too much by present day standards.

Both times had been spur-of-the-moment flings, happening
by chance rather than by plan, and she had gone to bed
with these two men only one time each, without any
emotional entanglements or any desire to see them again.

Purely physical, they were harmless, as long her husband
never found out about them, she reasoned.

She had no idea if Jim had ever cheated on her. But if
he had, she would have been reasonable about it, as long
as it had not developed into a serious affair that might
endanger their marriage.

The first time that Cicciolina had committed adultery had
been with a television repairman.

He had been young, hardly out of his teens, and he had
arrived at the house to change a faulty wire at just the
right time, when Cicciolina’s own system was on overload.

Cicciolina had awakened that morning feeling very much like
getting fucked. But when she reached out lazily in the
direction of her husband’s groin, she found the bed
empty, although still warm and indented from his body.
She heard the shower running. That meant that Jim was
not yet dressed and she was still hopeful of getting
some prick. Cicciolina lowered the blankets so that her big,
firm tits and stiff nipples were uncovered, then she
waited for him to come back to the bedroom.

But when he did, he failed to take any notice of her
sensual stretching and meaningful glances.

Barely glancing at her, he got dressed.

Cicciolina was irritated.

And very horny.

But Jim left for work, giving her no more than a parting
kiss and leaving her unfucked.

Cicciolina had lingered in bed.

She was trying to make up her mind if she wanted to give
herself a handjob or not. The idea of coming was
pleasant, but she always felt rather silly when she did
it. Finger fucking herself seemed childish, not the sort
of thing that a happily married woman ought to have to
do. Still, her pussy was demanding some attention and
what other choice did she have but to rub herself off?

She had just started to stroke her cunt, taking her time
and intending to make it a prolonged and leisurely
handed, when the front doorbell sounded.

Who on earth could it be?

She pulled a frilly negligee on and, naked underneath
the semi-transparent garment, went to answer the door.
She had not dressed so provocatively for any devious
reasons. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she
could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring
wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.

But it was the television repairman.

Cicciolina had forgotten that he had been called. When she
opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she
was embarrassed.

She had to let him in, obviously, but she wished that
she had put something less revealing on. Should she ask
him to wait for long enough to get sedately dressed?
Well, hardly. Prompt television repairmen were rare and
valuable… she could hardly leave him standing on the
doorstep, where a passing stranger with a faulty
television might kidnap him.

Cicciolina opened the door.

Up until then, she had not really noticed what the man
looked like, only that he was young and wore overalls.

But the moment she opened the door wide, the young man
stared at her with such obvious surprise and admiration
that Cicciolina, in turn, took a closer look at him.

He was good-looking in a hard-faced fashion, with lank,
sandy hair and nice gray eyes… and those nice gray
eyes were popping out like hard-boiled eggs as he stared
at her tits.

She flushed, aware that her nipples, still stiff from
her interrupted masturbation, were standing out in
prominent peaks against her negligee. And, in spite of
her embarrassment, her taut tit tips were getting bigger
under the man’s gaze.

Then his gaze dropped to her lower belly.

Cicciolina realized that the dark vee of her pubic mound
could be seen through the sheer material.

At the same time, her own gaze dropped, and she saw that
the front of the repairman’s overalls had started to
swell.

Flustered, she stepped aside to let him enter, trying
her best to look unconcerned and unaware of his obvious
sexual attention and the hard-on that accompanied it. He
brushed past her, his arm lightly contacting her tit.

He looked as flustered as she felt.

Cicciolina turned to lead him to the television. She could
feel his eyes burning into her shapely ass as he
followed her down the hall.

Leaving him with the faulty set, she went out of the
room. The woman was in a strange mood, still horny from
before and now aroused anew by the young man’s
undisguised desire.

Christ! Did he suppose that she was one of those lewd
housewives that seduce strangers?

Cicciolina figured that she had better get dressed.

She glanced into the television room again before going
back upstairs. He was removing the back from the set,
but he still sorted a big hard-on.

Cicciolina turned away, dizzy with desire.

Oh, no! No, I mustn’t, she thought.

She had never cheated on Jim before, and she was
determined not to do it now, but her pussy was on fire.
It was Jim’s fault, she thought. If he had fucked me
this morning, I wouldn’t even be thinking of such a
thing! I’m not going to do it, anyhow, but it’s his
fault that I’m thinking of it at all!

She was starting to justify her misbehavior even while
she vowed not to misbehave. Cicciolina decided to go
upstairs and frig herself off before she got dressed, to
remove the danger of her needs by hand, before she once
again, confronted the repairman. Despite her good
intentions, she did not trust herself in her horny frame
of mind. The young man was awfully good-looking and,
more to the point, awfully horny.

It had always turned Cicciolina on to know that she, in
turn, had turned a man on, especially a potent young
man.

The brunette was halfway up the stairs when she stopped.

The thought of finger fucking herself was depressing.

She stood there, one hand on the railing, struggling
with herself, trembling all over.

Then she sighed.

Cicciolina knew that she was going to be filled with remorse
and shame and guilt, afterward, but right at the moment,
the woman was in the grip of a lust that she could not
conquer.

Cicciolina went back to the television room.

The young man pretended to be busily occupied with the
mysterious inner workings of the television set as he
looked at her secretly and blushed deeply. Cicciolina stood
over him uncertainly. She had made up her mind to seduce
him, but she was new to this game. How did a woman go
about such a thing? Should she come right out with it
and ask him if he wanted to fuck her? Never! She could
never force herself to ask something so bold and wanton.
Should she wait for him to make the first suggestion?
But he was evidently young and shy. What if he did not
take the hint of her presence, her silence?

Actions, she realized, would come easier to her than
words.

Trembling with shame and lust. Cicciolina slowly slid the
negligee from her shoulders, then let it drop in a
flurry of silk around her feet. She stood stark naked
over the youth.

He gasped and looked up.

His eyes burned into her once again, making her feel
warm and wanted all through her body.

His mouth worked, but no words came out.

It was as if his vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.

It suited her.

Cicciolina did not want to talk to the man, she wanted him
to fuck her. She didn’t even want to know his name. When
he tried to speak again, she shook her head.

“Shhhh… don’t talk,” she whispered.

Then she knelt down beside him.

He groaned his whole body quivering, and the bulge in
the front of his overalls pounded like a jackhammer.
Cicciolina opened his fly, and she drew his cock out. It was
so stiff that it was jerking in her hand. She held it in
her palm for a moment, staring at it, realizing that
this was the first prick that she was going to have
adulterously. Then Cicciolina bent down, and she took his
sweet, young cockmeat into her mouth.

She hadn’t intended to blow him.

She just wanted to suck on his prick for a moment before
they fucked.

But the repairman was so horny that, the moment she took
a suck on his prickhead, he squirted his juices into her
throat. Cicciolina gasped and gulped. It was too late to
stop then, nor did she want to. She nursed his cock,
milked it dry and swallowed his cum.

When she drew her lips away, she was afraid that her
greed had betrayed her and deprived her cunt of a
fucking. But he had the potency and stamina of youth
and, despite his climax, his cock remained as hard as
iron as it sprouted from his fly.

Cicciolina daintily wiped a drop of cum from her lips.

She lay back on the carpet, her knees lifted, and her
thighs parted. The repairman still hadn’t managed to say
a word. He stripped his clothes off, and Cicciolina watched
as his smooth, almost hairless body was revealed. He
mounted her and cupped her ass in his hands. She made
hooks of her thighs and a cup of her belly. He slid his
prick up her cunt and fucked her wildly.

There beside the broken television, they thrilled to the
mutual joy of a simultaneous orgasm.

Afterward, he replaced the faulty wire.

At the door, Cicciolina, averting her gaze, said: “I hope
you don’t think I do that sort of thing with everyone.

But he only grinned.

That, in fact, was exactly what he thought.

When she thought about it afterward. Cicciolina was
surprised to find that she did not feel ashamed of
herself. The guilt that she had feared and expected did
not come. She felt a little naughty, that was all. And
she reasoned that, after all, no harm had been done. Jim
would never find out she had gotten her rocks off and
the repairman, whose name she did not know, had
obviously enjoyed his part in it.

However, although she was pleased by her attitude toward
cheating, Cicciolina did not become promiscuous.

It was over a year before she slipped up again.

And it happened more or less by accident, and with a
horny young man who had admired her and, with his
admiration, turned her on.

Cicciolina had spent the day at the beach. She had gone into
the water once, but she had mainly sunbathed, wearing a
tiny black bikini and stretching out on a large beach
towel. It was a fairly secluded beach, not empty, but
not at all crowded. A group of young men were drinking
beer out of cans and sitting on a blanket not far from
Cicciolina. No one else was nearby. After awhile, Cicciolina
became aware that the conversation among the young men
had hushed. She realized that they were admiring her and
that their comments were whispered.

Basking in that youthful admiration, feigning innocence,
she shifted her body on the towel, letting them get a
look at her from different angles as she assumed, as if
by accident, several sexy poses. With her eyes narrowed
and shielded by her sunglasses, she gazed back and was
thrilled to see that every one of the young men had a
big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks.

At that point, Cicciolina was not thinking of doing
anything. She was just enjoying their attention and felt
pleased that she had aroused them all so much.

After awhile, all of the young men left… but one.

He lingered on, staring at her with a gaze so lustful
that he looked hungry and haunted.

He also looked horny and potent, and the bulge in his
swimming trunks was enticingly massive.

That was when Cicciolina decided to fuck him.

With the experience of her first adultery behind her,
Cicciolina was not as inhibited, hesitant or shy.

The situation was ideal.

The youth was a total stranger whom she would never
encounter again, and there was no way that her adultery
could become known. Her pussy began to flood with the
juices of her passion. But she was in no hurry. She
teased the youth, rubbing suntan option into her body,
caressing up the insides of her parted thighs with the
creamy oil, working it into the thrusting globes of her
tits.

Then she sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked
directly at the young man.

He looked away nervously.

“Excuse me,” she called, softly.

“Errr… me, Ma’am?” he croaked.

“Yes do me a favor?”

He looked embarrassed, obviously aware of how evident
his erection was being displayed.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Do my back, will you? I can’t quite reach.”

He hesitated. Blushing, Cicciolina realized he might not
dare to approach with that big hard-on, so she turned
over onto her belly and faced the other way.

The boy came to her across the sand.

He knelt on the towel beside her, then took the tube of
lotion and began to work it into her slender back. She
purred under his strong, young hands. He oiled down as
far as the elastic of her tiny bikini. She knew that the
crack of her ass showed, and she squirmed around, her
hips shifting and her legs parting.

He oiled up the insides of her legs.

She rolled onto her back, smiling up at him as he knelt
there, sweating far more than the sun was causing.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Sure,” he rasped.

He looked wildly about, as if seeking a means of escape,
terrified by his own desires.

“Shall I do you, now?” she asked.

He croaked wordlessly.

Cicciolina took the suntan lotion from him. She gently drew
him down onto the towel, on his back. The front of his
swimming trunks stood up like a tent, the elastic pulled
tight by his rigid prick. Cicciolina began to oil his
smooth, hard chest. Glancing down, she could see right
into the shadowy tent of his swimming trunks, she could
see his prick standing like a tentacle in the darkness.
She curled onto her flank and her hands massaged down
over his lean belly.

She slid one hand inside his swimming trunks.

The boy gasped.

It wasn’t until then that he realized that this was a
seduction, that she had summoned him for purposes other
than the prevention of a sunburn. He was innocent,
obviously, and probably a virgin. Cicciolina hoped so. She
was thrilled by the thought of taking a boy’s virginity,
of having cherry jism spurt into her body.

Her hand was slippery with the lotion.

She folded it around his stiff prick, squeezing gently,
then stroking up and down inside his swimming trunks,
her oiled hand skimming lightly over his hot prickmeat.

She didn’t stroke all the way to his cockhead.

She was oiling his fuckshaft with the suntan lotion but
she didn’t want to get any of it on his knob.

It wouldn’t, she knew, taste good.

She cupped his balls and sighed when she felt how full
of cum they were… virgin cum!

Drawing the elastic out wide, she pulled the band down
and tucked his trunks under his balls, so that his sex
tackle was fully exposed.

“Ummm you have a sweet prick,” she whispered.

“Oh… gee… oh!” he stammered.

“Has anyone ever sucked it?”

He shook his head, wild-eyed, panting.

“Would you like me to?”

He nodded, looking desperate with need.

Cicciolina licked her lips. She went down slowly, mouth
open, her head tilted so that the boy could watch his
cock slide between her lips. She tongued his knob, then
sucked it into her mouth. Her hand frigged up and down
on his oiled fuckshaft and her lips pulled on his sweet
prickmeat. Her tongue buttered against the underside of
the tasty mouthful. The youth began to flop around like
a landed fish, gaffed and hooked on his own prick. Then
he cried out with joy and his virgin jism whitewashed
her tonsils and hosed her throat.

Cicciolina drank his cum eagerly.

She had learned about the potency of youth. When she
drew her creamy lips away, she was not surprised to find
that his prick was still standing so hard and huge.

She squirmed out of her bikini bottoms.

He watched her with big eyes. His awe and amazement so
evident that Cicciolina would have been amused had she not
been so horny that she could feel no other emotion.

She threw one knee across his hips, straddling him.

“Do you want my pussy now?” she asked.

The boy groaned.

“Tell me… have you ever fucked a cunt?” she asked.

He shook his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down,
his chest heaving as he panted like a locomotive.

Cicciolina began to rub his cockhead around in her juicy
pussy. Her cuntjuice poured down his stiff prick. Then
she slipped his knob into her pussy, and her fuckhole
began to suck and pull on it. She went down inch by
inch, until his cock was buried balls-deep up her cunt.

She held the full penetration for a moment, savoring the
thrills of having a pussy full of virgin cock, and
letting the boy know the joy of having every inch of his
hard prickmeat buried in hot cunt.

Then she began to fuck him.

Her sleek thighs tensed as she rose up, then relaxed as
she slid back down, fucking her cunt on his rigid prick
with long, slow, rippling strokes. Reaching down behind
her ass, she cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing
gently, as if to pump the cum out of them with the soft
pressure. The youth seemed stricken by his lust. He
wasn’t moving at all, simply lying back, spread-eagled,
a passive toy on which she was playing. His eyes rolled
as if he were having a fit. He gnashed his teeth and
clenched his jaw. His back was arched, pushing his prick
up as far as he could into her.

Cicciolina rode him slowly, wanting to make it last as long
as she could, yearning for his virgin cum but in no
hurry to get it. The horny woman was as thrilled by the
idea that it was a cherry prick stuffing her cunt as she
was by the wonderful physical sensations of their
coupling. As she descended, his throbbing cockhead
seemed to slide right up into her belly.

Her ass churned and heaved.

She turned her pelvis from side to side, rotating as she
pushed down on his cock, adding torque to the straight
in and out friction. Her cunt muscles sucked on his
prick as if she had a mysterious mouth inside her pussy.

Cicciolina threw her head back, her eyes glazed, biting her
full lower lip in her ecstasy.

She was fucking a virgin!

That huge, hard, hot cock that she was riding was cherry
meat, and the hot, thick load he was going to squirt
into her would be the first he had ever shot into a
cunt. Her pussy felt parched for jism, longing for his
sweet geyser. She corkscrewed down, winding her pussy
onto his prick to the very roots. Her cuntlips spread
open and plastered themselves to his belly at the base
of his cock. Then she rose up again, twisting, churning,
wringing his prick meat in her velvet vise.

Cicciolina started to come.

Long waves of joy coursed across her belly, and electric
shivers ran up her thighs.

Cunt juice foamed from her pussy and ran down his cock,
soaking his balls and lathering his groin.

Cicciolina tried to hold back, to wait for him, wanting to
come when the youth shot into her, to feel his virgin
cum hose her cunt as her orgasm reached the peak.

“Come,” she whimpered. “Come in me… shoot all that
hot, thick jism up my cunt!”

The boy seemed as inspired by her erotic words as by the
pumping of her pussy. She felt his cock swell inside
her, spreading her clutching fuckhole out with it. His
balls ballooned.

Suddenly, he moaned with pure bliss.

Cicciolina cried out as she felt his jism spurt deep inside
her cunt, and her loins melted with him. The potent
beach boy filled her pussy with his jizz, and she
dissolved in her own fluid climax, pussy nectar gushing
out in a foaming whirlpool.

Cicciolina thrilled to a multiple orgasm. The boy just kept
coming, spurt after spurt, pouring out even more than
the massive load that he had shot in her mouth.

At long last, he stopped spurting.

Cicciolina continued to ride him for awhile, to make sure
that she had milked out every precious drop of his
virgin cum, and working off her own wonderful coming to
the last spasms and the final drops.

When she finally dismounted from his prick, the boy lay
exhausted, an idiotic grin on his lips. Cicciolina smiled at
him. Bending down, she used her tongue to lap up their
inter-mingled juices from his cock and balls. Then she
sucked his prick head into her mouth and nursed on his
knob until she had polished it to a luster.

That was the first time she had been fucked by a virgin,
and Cicciolina had simply adored it.

But it left her horny.

Although she’d had a wonderful orgasm, the psychological
aspects of what she had done, seducing an innocent
teenager, had stimulated the woman so much that she was
still horny.

As she drove home from the beach, her pussy simmered and
squished against the seat of the car. After returning to
her home, she left her bikini on. When Jim got home from
work, she was stretched out on the couch in a sexy
position.

Jim took the hint.

He sat beside her and pulled the bottoms of her bikini
down.

Then he went down on her.

For a moment, as his tongue probed up her cunt. Cicciolina
was frightened. She was afraid that her husband would be
able to tell that her pussy was full of another man’s
jism. But he gave no sign of it as he tongued her out
eagerly. After her initial fright faded, she thrilled to
her secret knowledge that her husband, not realizing it,
was sucking a boy’s virgin load from her pussy.

She came twice while James sucked her.

Then she creamed again when he fucked her.

She didn’t feel guilty at all.

Those were the only two times that Cicciolina had
cheated on her husband, and she didn’t regret them.

They hadn’t been planned, they had just happened.

Nor had she planned to fuck anyone else on this holiday,
but then fate had taken a hand. Cicciolina and Jim had
booked their vacation at the dude ranch together. At the
last moment something had come up at the office, and Jim
was not able to get away for another two or three days.
It was his suggestion that his wife should go on ahead
and he would join her as soon as he could.

And as soon as she arrived, she noticed Jake.

The young man had been sitting on the corral fence,
wearing his tight jeans, and Cicciolina had noticed right
away how packed full of cock and balls his crotch was.

Jake fit the bill exactly.

He was young and horny, and whatever happened between
them would be a casual, physical affair, without
repercussions or involvement. Jake would be the third
young man that Cicciolina had fucked… and sucked, of
course… since she was married.

She had been looking forward to it.

Riding out along the secluded trail, Cicciolina had had
every intention of seducing the young man–first in her
mouth, then in her pussy–and she had been looking
forward to the time that they stopped for a break. She
was an accomplished equestrienne and had deliberately
asked if she could ride bareback… because she knew
that the rubbing of her crotch on a horse’s back would
make her hot.

But she hadn’t realized that it would make the horse
hot, too.

Now she did.

And having milked a load of cum out of the robust beast,
Cicciolina had temporarily lost interest in Jake.

Cicciolina wanted more of that huge horse prick first.

-= Chapter 3 =-

Jake’s horse, leading the way, splattered across a
swift, shallow stream, its hooves clattering on the
polished rocks of the bed, then scrambled up the
opposite bank. The horse was a multi-colored appaloosa.
Normally a docile sort of riding hack, now it was acting
nervous and skittish. Jake wasn’t bothered. He was a
fine horseman and wasn’t troubled by his mount’s
nervousness, but he did wonder what on earth had livened
up the old brute.

Jake’s horse was a gelding.

He had been gelded at an early age to make him placid as
a riding hack and to behave himself, concentrating on
learning to be ridden rather than having equine desires
to ride a mare.

So the appaloosa had never had sex.

Neutered before he was old enough to want sex, the horse
didn’t even know what it was.

But he still had keen animal senses.

The horse had been aware that something very strange was
happening to the stud steed behind him, something that
the gelded appaloosa could not understand, but which, he
sensed, was a real treat for that unaltered horse.

He didn’t know what he was missing, but he sensed damned
well that he was missing something.

Jake felt skittish and nervous, himself. Although he
didn’t know that the gorgeous woman behind him had
jacked her mount off between her boots. Jake was not
gelded, and his balls were full of a load of cum that
needed to be emptied every bit as much as the prancing
horse between Cicciolina’s clinging thighs.

His prick was sticking up in front of him just like an
extra horn on his big Western saddle. His erection was
so firm that he could have roped a steer to it.

Did he dare hope?

He knew that older women found him attractive, and he
knew that most women who rode horses were a horny bunch,
but Cicciolina was so beautiful that the young cowboy hardly
dared to get his hopes up.

Still, he would give her every opportunity.

A few hundred yards after they had crossed the stream,
Jake came to a secluded glade opening out from the
narrow track. It was a logical place to take a break.

Jake reined in and waited for Cicciolina to come up.

She halted beside him. He admired the way she rode so
easily, even without a saddle, although he had been
surprised when she requested a bareback trek. Those
lean, supple thighs, he was thinking, would be perfect
wrapped around his haunches as he pounded his prick in
between them. He wondered if she liked to do it on top,
riding a lucky man just as she rode a horse, saddled on
a prick. Or did she prefer to be ridden, her ass
churning under a man’s driving loins? Or–sad thought–
didn’t she do it at all, except with her husband?

Cicciolina sat on her horse beside him, their knees
brushing.

Her face was flushed, Jake noticed. He guessed that he
was plenty flushed, too.

“Ready for a break?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said, nodding.

Jake hesitated. He had a problem. Snug in the saddle,
his erection was hidden by the pommel of his saddle, but
as soon as he dismounted, his hard-on was going to be
obvious. Still, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. She
couldn’t blame him for getting a hard-on, as long as he
didn’t make any unwelcome advances. And maybe if she saw
how big and stiff his cock was, she might get the idea,
even if she had not entertained any such thought
previously.

Jake slid down to the ground.

He helped Cicciolina dismount, his fingers trembling as he
touched her firm thigh.

For an awkward moment, they were face to face, and he
had a terrible urge to take her into his arms.

Then she had turned away.

Cicciolina was about to work her subtle scheme.

She raised her arm and cried: “Oh! Oh, dear!”

Jake thought a bee had stung her. He wondered if he
should suck the poison out. He hoped the bee had stung
her on the tit.

But then she said: “I seem to have lost my watch. It
must have dropped off along the trail somewhere.”

Damn, thought Jake.

He could suck poison out of a bee sting, but sucking on
a wrist would do no good for a missing watch.

He hadn’t remembered her wearing a watch, come to think
of it, but he had no reason to doubt her. What possible
reason could the woman have to lie about it?

“Jake, would you…” She gave him a level look from her
beautiful jade-green eyes, and Jake knew he would do
anything she wanted. “Would you be a dear boy and ride
back the way we came, and see if you can find my watch?
It’s a… err… a Lady Hamilton.”

“Errr… well, sure. But we’ll both be going back that
way. Wouldn’t it be better to ride back together…
after we take a break… so that we can both keep an eye
out for it?”

Jake didn’t want to leave her.

“It’s a very valuable watch,” Cicciolina said.

“I’ll be very worried until it’s found… or at least
until it’s looked for. I’d really be grateful if you’d
ride back now, Jake. Then I’ll be able to relax and…”
Her eyes gleamed meaningfully, looking right at him.
“And we can enjoy a nice long break here… together.”

Jake gulped.

Was she hinting… promising… oh, Jesus!

Cicciolina said: “It’s so romantic here. I’d like to stay
for an hour or two. We can get to know each other,
Jake.”

“Right!” he squawked. “I’ll hurry. Errr–I mean, I’ll
look carefully for the watch, but I’ll hurry back if I
find it.”

“Thank you, Jake. I’ll be so grateful to you. Even if
you don’t find the watch, I’ll be grateful. You know
what I mean?”

Jake almost fainted.

So much blood surged into his cock when he heard those
suggestive words that his brain was starved for oxygen.
The front of his tight jeans throbbed wildly. She must
have seen his hard-on! How could she not have seen it?
His prick was as big as a redwood, it was bucking like a
bronco! Of course, she had seen it! And she must intend
to show her gratitude by taking care of it!

Christ, he sure hoped he could find that damned watch…
and find it fast, before his cock burst into flames!

Cicciolina turned half away. She stood slightly swaybacked,
so that her lovely, firm tits were thrust out and her
slim hips tucked in. He gazed at her in profile, his
expression one of pure worship. He saw that she was
smiling slightly, that she looked amused. Was she
laughing at his obvious desire?

Oh, Lord, don’t let her be a cockteaser, he prayed.

Jake sprang into the saddle.

The bulk of his hard-on threw him off balance, and he
almost fell right off the other side. Only his fine
horseman’s instincts saved him. He tottered back and
forth, grasping the gelding by the mane, his cock
banging up against the saddle. His balls felt like
balloons under him.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised.

“I’ll be waiting, Jake… gratefully.”

Jake, dizzy with lust, clicked and turned the appaloosa.
They trotted back down the trail. Jake didn’t dare look
back. He wanted to think that Cicciolina was already
starting to get undressed, preparing for his return, and
he didn’t want to look back and see it, if she wasn’t.
If nothing else, he could have the pleasure of his
imagination and the anticipation of his pleasure.

But the gelding looked back.

Turning its placid head, it gazed at the stallion and
the woman in bewilderment. Just what the hell could the
two of them have in common?

The appaloosa sure as hell sensed that it was missing
more than its balls!

Cicciolina watched Jake ride down the trail.

Cicciolina was not, as he feared, a cockteaser. Although she
was not promiscuous and seldom committed adultery, once
she had given a young man a promise, she was not going
to disappoint him.

She didn’t intend to disappoint Jake, either.

When the boy got back after his futile search for a Lady
Hamilton watch that did not exist. Cicciolina intended to
suck his prick and drink his cum, then let him fuck the
ass off her.

She wanted it as much as he did.

But first, she wanted something else.

Cicciolina wanted to make the horse come again.

-= Chapter 4 =-

The horse eyed the woman, his head lifted, the reins
trailing down. She waited until Jake had disappeared
from sight, then turned and looked at the horse. She was
flushed both with excitement and with a sense of
depravity. Cicciolina thought that jerking off a horse was a
very perverted thing to do… and yet she found it all
the more thrilling simply because it was so perverted.
Sex was always more fun if it was kind of dirty, she
figured. That was one of the reasons that she enjoyed
seducing innocent young men, and why she always liked to
suck their pricks before they fucked her, because she
thought that sucking a boy off was dirtier than fucking
him, somehow.

But what could be dirtier than jacking off a horse?

Well, doing other things with a horse, in fact.

But so far, Cicciolina had not considered that. She only
wanted to jerk the beast off again in privacy, letting
his cum spurt all over her belly and tits.

She hadn’t realized yet how truly dirty she was going to
be.

Neither had the horse.

As the stallion studied the woman, he gazed at her
boots. He had never had sex in any form with anything
other than a mare and, innocent and inexperienced, the
horse knew only what had happened so far. He knew that
human females rubbed their boots up and down on a
horse’s prick until the beast shot his wad.

It had satisfied him.

He wanted another footjob.

Having only hooves–as did the mares he had seduced–it
did not dawn on the dumb brute that a human female had
hands with fingers and opposing thumbs.

Now he waited, his prick quivering, wondering if she was
going to pleasure him again. Would she mount him first,
as before, or would she lie down under him, lift her
feet up and frig him off in a new position? It was hard
for the horse, being only a horse, to imagine all the
various positions that a lithe human could assume.

And he couldn’t even begin to understand the dark
depravity and thrill of perversion that could motivate a
superior and more imaginative species; a species that
could derive sexual pleasure psychologically, as well as
physically; that naughtiest of all living species, the
horny human female!

Cicciolina walked over to the horse.

She stroked his arched neck. His nostrils flared and he
pawed at the earth with one hoof. Standing beside him,
Cicciolina unbuttoned her shirt, and she took it off. Her
bare tits thrust out, the nipples swollen and taut. She
hesitated for a moment, then began to remove her riding
britches, too. She knew how much cum that horse was
capable of spilling, and she didn’t want to get her
clothing soaked.

She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not
her garments.

Cicciolina squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling
and her ass swaying as she tugged them down.

She removed her panties, too.

The crotch band of her panties was soaking wet. When she
tossed them aside, they fluttered to the ground like a
butterfly with damp wings.

She kept her boots on.

It seemed somehow appropriate that a woman should be
wearing boots when she jerked off a horse.

She wasn’t worried about Jake returning too soon and
finding her naked, because she knew that the boy,
hopeful of a reward, would look long and hard for the
non-existent watch. And if he did happen to get back
before she got dressed, he would assume that she had
stripped naked for him. That would be true, as far as it
went, as long as he stayed away long enough for her to
milk the horse’s prick and balls again.

Naked now, but for the boots, she knelt down on the
ground beside the animal’s slightly lathered haunches.
She gazed at his cock for a moment, anticipating the
pleasure of having it in her hands. She was trembling
all over. Her fingers felt as hot as her clit. So did
her tongue, in fact.

But Cicciolina didn’t realize that yet. She had not
anticipated how truly dirty she was going to be.

Reaching under him with one hand, she cupped his balls.

The hard balls jiggled inside their fleshy sec, and she
sighed, thinking of all the hot jism stored there. Her
other hand, palm upward, began to rub up and down the
horse’s prick, along the underside, His cock twitched,
then pulsed and began to harden in her hand. She watched
it rise in a series of jolts. The dark-gray knob
foreskin, came squeezing out from the flaring .The horse
stood spraddle-legged, amazed by what was happening. Her
hands felt even better than her feet had! Oh, what
mysteries there were to be discovered in the human
anatomy.

The horse didn’t know the half of it. Neither did
Cicciolina… yet.

She still thought that she was only going to give the
horse a handjob, which was bad enough, but not nearly as
perverted as some of the things she could do.

Kneeling beside him, she rubbed and stroked his prick
until it was fully erect again, stretching out taut as a
bowstring, a very fat bowstring.

Then Cicciolina, grinning wickedly, delighted by her own
degeneracy, moved around in front of the horse’s
cockhead.

Cicciolina wanted him to shoot his cum onto her naked body,
to feel that steaming horse jizz soak her tits and
belly. She cupped both hands around his prickshaft, just
behind the crown. Staring at the cleft tip of his
cockhead, she began to pump up and down, her hands
moving a foot back down the thick stalk. As she dragged
back, his cockhead flared out end the cleft parted, and
as she pulled back up, the foreskin curled up in a ledge
over the triangular knob.

Cicciolina’s lips were parted.

She was panting with lust, and her tongue was gliding
back and forth across her lower lips.

She realized that the horse was going to shoot right in
her face as well as on her body.

And then she realized that a faceful of hot jism would
be even better than a load on her tits. She realized,
too, that her lips were parted, and that some of the hot
stuff would squirt into her mouth and onto her tongue.
She knew it was delicious from the drops she had lapped
off her hand. She wanted another taste.

In fact, she was drooling for it.

That was when the woman realized that she wanted to
tongue the horse’s prick. Her mouth had been watering
for ages, but the idea was still startling in its
depravity. She whimpered. That dark-fleshed, wide-
flaring cockhead looked delicious. Since she had already
tasted his cum, and since she was going to let him shoot
more of the hot nectar into her face, with her mouth
open, she reasoned that it wouldn’t be any more depraved
to take a lick of his prickmeat. Tonguing a horse’s
cockhead was no more degenerate than swallowing his cum!

And even if it was… Cicciolina was hungry.

Her cupped hands could barely span his cock. She pushed
back on his prickshaft, causing the fat knob to swell.
Then she leaned and pushed her tongue out.

She licked the tip.

Cicciolina drew back as if she had touched her tongue to a
fiery stove. The taste of that first lick tingled on her
tastebuds. It was delicious! Cicciolina had always loved
sucking a cock, and now the thought of blowing a prick
as big as this equine monster was driving lances of lust
through her body and mind. Her imagination was as hot as
her pussy. She took another lick.

“Ummm, yummy,” she purred.

Then she began lapping his huge slab of hot cockmeat,
running her tongue an over it and dipping it right down
inside the wide-open cleft, as if she wanted to lap the
cum up even before it shot out of his knob. The hot
horsemeat was as succulent as any human cock that she
had ever sucked… and there was so much more of it. Her
head tilted from side to side as she tongued merrily
away. The horse watched her in awe.

Boots were one thing… but a tongue? He was astounded
by the woman’s amazing behavior.

He wondered, in his vague fashion, if she was going to
swallow the stuff when it shot out, if a human mouth
served as a sort of alternative cunt.

Incredible things, women! They had fuckholes at both
ends.

And, thinking of fucking, the horse began to hump.

He pushed his bloated knob out into Cicciolina’s face. Her
tongue whipped around the tip. Then she relaxed her jaws
and, letting her lips part, took as much of the huge
thing into her mouth as she could. Her jaw dropped wide
open, as if it was disjointed, and her pliable lips
stretched out around the flaring slab. That mighty
cockhead looked too big to fit in her mouth. But she
took as much of it in as she could as she began to suck
joyfully. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked. She
seemed to be inhaling his cock.

Her lips unpeeled, turning almost inside out as they
strove to engulf even more of that sweet prickmeat. Her
nimble tongue danced wildly against the underside of the
slab, where the fat vein that seamed the underside of
his prick spread out into the crown under his cockhead.
She pushed forward and managed to get the whole huge
wedge into her mouth. It pressed out into her cheeks on
both sides at once, and the cocktip was lodged in her
throat.

She gasped and gagged as the huge slab cut off her air.
Jism had started to seep from his prickhead.

Hot streamers of it flowed over her tongue, soaked into
her stuffed cheeks and slipped down her throat. The cum
had been tasty even when she had licked it off her
fingers, but it was absolutely succulent as she drank it
all hot and frothy, straight out of the brute’s cock! It
was like an appetizer, the first taste made her ravenous
for more.

Sucking on a mouthful of cockhead, she began to frig him
again, stroking up and down with both hands on his
prickshaft, pumping with the steady rhythm that she knew
would bring him to the crest and reward her with his
steaming jet of jism.

Her head bobbed up and down as if she were ducking for
apples in a barrel. As her hands pulled up, her lips
pushed down to meet them. And as she pumped his prick
back down, her mouth sucked lavishly on the flaring hunk
of cockhead. She was salivating on his knob, her spit
blending into the ribbons of slimy cum that seeped from
hip cleft. With his huge knob juicy and lubricated, she
was able to mouth it more easily, almost swallowing it
as she bobbed greedily down. Savoring the meat course,
she whimpered in anticipation of the creamy dessert.

The horse’s haunches began to vibrate.

His head tossed up and down, mane flowing, staring wild-
eyed down at the cocksucking woman. His tail stiffened
and his cock gave a great lurch in her mouth, tilting
her head back. The knob was swollen so huge now that it
was stuck fast in her mouth. Her jaw was open as wide as
it would go and her teeth were lodged behind the ledge
of his knob and Cicciolina could not have removed her mouth
from the animal’s cock now even if she had wanted to.
But that was the last thing she wanted.

She knew that after he had shot his wad, his prick would
soften enough for her to drag her lips off it. That
would have been reason enough to want the horse to come
in her mouth.

But she wanted to swallow his jism, anyhow.

She sucked and tongued and stroked.

The horse’s prick was so stiff that it vibrated.

Suddenly, he snorted, and Cicciolina felt his cockshaft
spread as the sap rushed up it. She whimpered and
sucked, her hands pumping. His cum hosed her throat.

The hot stuff hit her with such force that, had her
mouth not been stuck fast on his cockhead, he would have
been blown right off the spurting end on the mighty
stream. Her mouth was full of the shiny jism.

She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.

The horse kept coming, wad after wad of jizz hosing into
her. There was too much to drink. Creamy ribbons of the
stuff overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin,
dropping off in heavy nuggets, like quicksilver, that
bounced on her upthrust tits. Great waves washed through
her cheeks and rivulets ran through her teeth. Her hot
tongue was afloat in a slippery tide of cum. Shards of
it hung, congealing, from the roof of her mouth and
slimy banners slid steadily down her throat. Oh, what a
mouthful!

Cicciolina was in seventh heaven as she drank that sweet
nectar, sucked for more and got a seemingly unending
stream. The horse was coming steadily now, not shooting
separate spurts into her mouth but spinning the stuff
out in a shiny rope.

Cicciolina gulped with joy.

She gulped and purred, swallowed and sighed. Her whole
pretty face was contorted by lust, eyes glazed, cum
running out from the corners of her wide-open mouth.

Then, at long last, the beast stopped spurting.

The last drops trickled out onto her flashing tongue.

His cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth.
Cicciolina continued to suck gently on his shrinking
prickmeat, nursing on it as if it were a huge nipple,
milking out every precious drop. When the woman was
certain that she had pulled it all out, she slowly drew
her lips away from his cockhead and used her tongue to
gather up the drops that had escaped her lips and run
down the slope of his shaft. She tongued inside his
parted cleft, in case any jism remained there, coating
the inner walls. She licked it up from her chin. Cupping
her fat tits in her hands, she lifted them, then tongued
up the cum that had splattered on her tits and nipples.
She swallowed every lovely drop.

Then she mouthed his softened knob again, polishing it
to a gleaming luster with her tongue and lips.

The horse whinnied softly.

And what about Cicciolina’s other end?

Sucking horse prick and drinking horse cum had been
wonderful but, of course, it had made her horny. The
more she quenched her thirst for jism at one end, the
more her pussy cried out for a load of the lust
quenching juice.

With her bellyful of jism, her cunt felt woefully
neglected and empty. Cicciolina sat back in the grass.

Cuntjuice poured from her open fuckslit.

She decided to wait, naked, for young Jake to return so
that she would not have to waste any time before they
fucked. She wasn’t even going to blow Jake, now. Well,
maybe later. At the moment, she had drunk all the cum
she could hold, and she needed some big, stiff prick
stuffed up her steaming cunt. And thinking of big, stiff
prick…

Naturally, Cicciolina began to wonder if her pussy could
accommodate that massive horse cock.

-= Chapter 5 =-

If Cicciolina had only known it, she could have asked Maisy
Dawson about the elasticity of a cunt.

Maisy was the woman who owned the dude ranch and Maisy
knew all about animals, and about the amazing dimensions
to which a horny girl’s pussy could be stretched. The
dude ranch had been a proper, working ranch when Maisy
had inherited it from her daddy, who had died from over-
exertion in a Mexican whorehouse. Maisy had been young
and foolish at the time. The ranch nearest to her
property was owned by shepherds, and Maisy bitterly
resented them for running what she called woolly maggots
on the free range. The days of the cattlemen-sheepmen
wars were long since ended and even Maisy’s rcently
departed daddy had not carried on a feud with the
shepherds, but Maisy was a traditionalist She believed
in beef cattle, and she hated sheep and shepherds. If it
had been a hundred years earlier in history, the young
ranch owner might well have hired a few gunmen to act as
regulators and had a few shepherds lynched. But she
couldn’t do that in our modern, enlightened times…
when only governments are allowed to behave barbaricly,
So she was frustrated and she simmered with pent-up
anger.

One day, Maisy had gone into the Silver palace Saloon to
rinse down the dust in her throat. She was wearing
jeans, a vest, a Stetson and boots, none of which
detracted one little bit from the fact that Maisy had a
spectacular body, with big tits, wide hips and an ass
like a grindstone. Her long, blonde hail trailed out
from her hat and, since her shirt was mostly unbuttoned,
her huge tits stuck out, too. She got an elbow on the
bar, shot one hip out, planted one boot on the brass ran
and called for whisky.

Maisy belted two or three shots down. Then in came a
shepherdess!

The shepherdess was as womanly and sexy as Maisy, but
she wasn’t dressed as well, since she wore a sheepskin
jacket, and her bulky boots were caked with sheep shit.

She strode to the bar and ordered a beer.

Maisy and the shepherdess glared at each other with such
mutual hatred that all the male customers trembled.

Maisy recalled a line she had heard in countless cowboy
films.

“Something stinks in here,” she said. She wrinkled her
nose.

“Smells like sheep, to me,” she added.

Well, soon enough, the cowgirl and the shepherdess were
rolling on the floor, pulling each other’s hair and
gouging each other’s eyes, spitting and slapping and
biting.

At that point, one thing led to another thing.

Their struggles became less violent, until they were
caressing each other, more than fighting. Both horny
women had discovered that another woman’s body was sexy
to maul and squeeze and nibble and, although they were
deadly enemies by tradition, they wound up sucking each
other’s cunts on the barroom floor… which thrilled the
locals even more than the fight did.

After that day, Maisy and Julia, the shepherdess, had a
sort of love-hate relationship.

They despised each other for the stock they bred.

But they frequently got together for some mutual
cuntsucking, honoring a truce long enough to get their
rocks off.

After they both creamed, they would argue some more.

One day, Maisy said: “What good is a fucking sheep?”

And Julia had replied: “Now that you mention it, fucking
is what a sheep’s good for, I got me an old ram that
throws a powerful mean fuck up my cunt, Maisy… so
there!” Maisy was stunned speechless for a moment. It
had never dawned on her that Julia was getting balled by
a ram. But Maisy, a confirmed cowgirl was determined to
uphold the honor of her stock.

“That’s nothing,” she sneered. “Shit, a ram ain’t got a
cock but so big!” And she held her hands out about three
feet apart. “Now, I got me an old bull with a whang this
big!” Out shot her arms, fully extended. Julia sneered,
in turn.

“What good’s a cock that big, you beef-breeding
asshole?” she asked. “No gal can take that much
prickmeat… even a sloppy cunted old cowgirl like you,
though I must say you do have a pussy like a cow!”

“You calling me a liar?” snarled Maisy.

“I am! A cow-cunted liar, to boot.”

Well, Maisy just had to prove Julia wrong. She stormed
off to the ranch and, that very afternoon, began
practicing to take a load of bull prick up her cunt. She
started with chunks of firewood, prying and levering at
her fuckslit to make it bigger and to get the pliable
walls used to being stretched. When she figured she was
ready for it, she marched out to the barn, gripped the
prime bull by the ring in his nose and began to stuff
his prick up her cunt.

Maisy was surprised when she managed to get about half
of it in, soft. Then, with his cockmeat imbedded in hot
pussy, the bull bellowed and his prick began to swell
and harden inside her. Maisy gritted her teeth, hoping
her hipbones would not fly out of their sockets. As the
bull’s cock stiffened, she was lifted right off the
floor and suspended horizontally on his huge, throbbing
fuckshaft. She found out that it was wonderful.

No man had ever filled her like that. The bull’s prick
was reaching the parts that human pricks could not
satisfy. She squirmed and writhed about. Then Maisy got
a hold on the rails of the bull’s stall, and she began
to pull herself up and down, so that her slippery cunt
was sliding up and down on his cock in a fucking motion
that involved her whole trembling body. She creamed
once, then creamed again.

The bull shot his load into her with so much abundance
that she felt as if her heart and lungs and kidneys were
floating in the stuff.

The next day, she asked Julia over for a demonstration.

Julia, to say the least, was impressed.

Julia never again discredited the value of a fucking
bull.

Several years later, the working ranch becoming
economically unfeasible as larger breeders took over,
Maisy turned her property into a dude ranch, catering to
vacationers and holiday guests. She met a lot of people
that way. Except with shepherds, Maisy was a friendly
girl, and she fucked her male guests as part of the
service… and went down on any of the female guests who
desired it. She still fucked the bull about once a week.

Today, Maisy was contemplating the possibility of
sucking Cicciolina ‘s cunt and licking her chops at
the thought. Just as Jake had been, Maisy was impressed
by Cicciolina’s beauty. She knew that Cicciolina had a husband
due to join her shortly, but she also knew that a woman
alone on holiday is liable to do things that she would
never do in her own home town.

She wanted to try it on before Cicciolina’s husband arrived.

But although Maisy was a rough and ready cowgirl, she
realized that it was wise to use a certain delicacy in
these things. If you came right out with it in plain
language and asked a woman if she wanted to have her
cunt sucked, the woman was likely to be offended. No,
subtlety was called for.

Maisy considered various ways and means of working the
conversation around to cunts and the sucking thereof. It
shouldn’t be too hard, she thought. A married woman was
used to a steady supply of sex, and if she was away from
her husband, she was likely to be feeling horny. She
might not be consciously looking for a substitute lover,
but her body would be responsive, even if her mind
wasn’t, at first.

Maisy decided to offer Cicciolina a ride on her
specially made saddle. It was a very special saddle,
indeed. It had a built-in dildo.

Maisy wandered out onto the verandah and looked toward
the hills. In the distance, she could see those wretched
sheep of Julia’s, chomping grass up by the roots. It
made her think of Julia’s ram. Julia had never dared
fuck the bull, but she had allowed Maisy to fuck the ram
once. Maisy had, in fact, enjoyed it very much, although
she hadn’t admitted that to Julia. She had told Julia
that it was all right, but that ram prick couldn’t holds
candle to bull prick. But really, it was every bit as
good, if not better. With the bull, there wasn’t much
easy action. That massive cockmeat stuffed her so full,
even when it was only half in her, that it was hard to
get into a steady rhythm. It was more a case of the bull
holding steady while she squirmed around on his cock,
more torque than stroking. But the robust ram’s cock,
although a lot bigger than a human one, was small enough
so that the brute could really bang away, fucking it
into her.

Had she not hated sheep, Maisy would have bought herself
a ram.

Strangely enough, being an expert rider, Maisy had never
been fucked by a horse. It had never occurred to her.
Horses were for riding. She had ridden since she was a
mere child, long before she had any sexual appetites,
and so she had never made the connection between riding
a horse and having a horse ride her.

She would have been surprised had she realized that, at
that very moment, gorgeous Cicciolina was pondering
the possibility of getting fucked by a stallion.

***

Sitting naked in the grass, Cicciolina gazed wistfully at
the horse’s prick. The horse no longer had an erection,
because she had emptied his balls twice–and had a
bellyful of spunk to prove it, but even soft his cock
was an impressive and tantalizing sight. It hung down
from his loins, the pointed prickhead aimed at the
ground, the dark meat well polished by Cicciolina’s mouth.
It had fit into her mouth, she thought. It had been a
tight fit, but she had managed to get all of that big
slab’s head in.

But was her cunt as big as her mouth? That was the
Question. Cicciolina had never had any reason to consider
such a comparison before, and certainly not to measure
the dimensions of the two openings. Her mouth and her
cunt had both been capable of easily accommodating any
human prick that she had encountered and, before this
memorable day, Cicciolina had never even dreamed of fucking
any animal. She had not even thought of getting fucked
by a relatively small-pricked dog, let alone a stallion.

But now, with the flavor of horse cum still lingering
sweetly on her tongue, her pussy was smoldering for a
load.

It wouldn’t hurt to try, she thought.

Well, it might hurt, in the physical sense, but it would
be worth a little pain if she managed to get a foot or
so of horse prick stuck up her. It would be almost the
same as the time that she had let Jim bugger her. The
idea had been exciting, and she had readily agreed. She
had got down on her hands and knees, and he had knelt
behind her, as if he were going to fuck her doggy
fashion. But he had fitted the head of his prick into
her asshole, instead. At first, it would not go into her
tight, brown shitter, but he had persisted. Eventually,
her asshole had relaxed and his cockhead had slipped
into her. Then he had worked the rest of his prick in
inch by inch until it was buried balls-deep in her ass.
It had hurt a bit, but it had been well worth it. After
a while, he began stroking in and out, his balls
swinging in and whacking against her cunt. Then even the
slight pain had ebbed away, and Cicciolina had discovered
that it was a thrill to get fucked up the asshole.

Maybe it would be like that with a horse.

She gazed at his cockhead, then she spread her legs and
gazed down at her pussy. Her cuntlips were unfurled like
the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, and her pussy
opened out into an oval slot and that flooded with
cuntjuice.

The hole looked big enough… just. She looked at the
horse again.

With his cock semi-hard, she guessed that she would be
able to stuff his prickhead up her pussy, at least the
head and, hopefully, a foot or more of the shaft. It
might be a good time to give it a try, now that the
horse had already been milked off and wasn’t massive
with need.

But did she have time?

Even as she wondered about that, she heard Jake
returning along the trail. Cicciolina sighed.

She guessed that she would have to put off her attempt
to fuck a horse for the moment. She could fuck the boy,
instead.

But Cicciolina was determined that, very soon, she was going
to try to tuff the horse’s cock up her cunt.

-= Chapter 6 =-

Jake had searched as carefully as he could, his eyes
glazed by desire, but he had not, of course, found a
watch. Now he rode back, hoping that her offer of
gratitude was still valid.

His cock was still hard.

And then he rode into the leafy glade and his jaw
dropped open so far that his chin nearly bounced off his
breastbone when he saw lovely, leggy Cicciolina
stark naked on the ground.

Cicciolina gave him a welcoming smile.

Jake was staring so hard at her that he didn’t notice
that the head of the stallion’s prick had been spit-
polished, nor that those sweet, smiling lips glistened
with a residue of horse cum.

Not that he would have cared.

If the woman had gotten horny by sucking off a horse, it
was all right with Jake… as long as he benefited from
it. He swung down from the saddle.

Being a horseman, Jake was always a bit bowlegged, but
now his legs were like wide parentheses, bowed out to
ease the swollen ache of his balls. The front of his
jeans thrust out, thundering, his cock trying to rip his
fly open.

“I… I couldn’t find it,” he stammered.

“Well, you’ll have to give me something else then, won’t
you?” Cicciolina said, with a meaningful glance at his
groin. Jake was momentarily confused.

He staggered toward her, his knees weak with desire, his
blood pounding through his veins as if it carried solid
lumps of lust dispatched by his hammering heart.

He stood over her.

The horse turned a curious eye upon them. He had never
seen humans fuck, but he could sense that there was
fucking aloof. It made him feel a bit smug, actually,
having had first crack at the woman and having a far
bigger prick than that, to a horse, insignificant lump
in Jake’s trousers.

But that lump was plenty big enough for a girl Cicciolina
thought, and if she had not been preoccupied by visions
of horse prick, she would have welcomed it without
regret. Cicciolina rose gracefully to her knees.

She began to open the young cowboy’s big buckled belt,
then unsnapped the waistband of his jeans and began to
toy with the clasp of his zipper. She drew it down a few
inches, then pulled it back up, teasing him.

She could feel the heat of his cock and balls coming
right through his jeans. Her face was glowing in that
heat. She drew the zipper all the way down. Jake wore no
underwear.

His prick leaped out like a frenzied bull rushing into
the corrida, looking for warm flesh to gore. Cicciolina gave
a little gasp when she saw how big and hard his cock
was. It was not a horse cock, to be sure, but it was a
plenty big enough human prick. A dark, thick vein pulsed
and fluttered up the underside of his fuckshaft, his
balls were bloated with cum and his cockhead flared out
like a hooded cobra rearing up, ready to strike, non-
lethal venom bubbling from his piss slit. Although she
had not intended to blow him and had already drunk her
fill of jism, his prick looked so tasty that she just
had to take it in her mouth for a moment!

Cicciolina ran her tongue up his veined cockshaft and pursed
her lips over the tip of the crown. She slowly fed it
into her mouth. “Ummm,” she purred, softly sucking.

But although it was tasty and sweet, it didn’t fill her
mouth the way the horse’s cock had.

She hoped she hadn’t ruined herself for human pricks!

Drawing her mouth off his cockhead, she tilted her head
and fitted her pursed lips against the underside of his
prickshaft and began to slide them up and down. She slid
them down as far as his balls, then rose up to the
sensitive point where his cock knob flared out from the
shaft.

Cum bubbled from his piss slit.

It ran down the knob and onto his prickshaft and,
sliding up, Cicciolina slurped the stuff up with her lips.

Jake thought he was going to get a blowjob.

He knew that, for some reason or other, married women
often enjoyed giving head… filing some strange need as
they filled their hot mouths.

He began to hump, fucking through her lips.

But then she drew away, smiling. There was a fleck of
Jake’s jism on her lower lip. There also seemed to be a
lot of congealed cum there, too, but Jake knew that he
must be mistaken. Where on earth would she have gotten
so much cum while he was gone?

Cicciolina took him by the hand, and she pulled him down
beside her on the grass. She lay back, her thighs parted
and her knees raised. She arched her back, making her
hips tilt into a cup, a cup that needed to be filled.
Her clit was throbbing and cuntjuice filled her pussy
and ran down, seeping into the crack of her taut ass.
Jake thought it was the creamiest cunt that he had ever
encountered. His prick matched her pussy in readiness,
the knob glistening and drooling, and the thick shaft
jerking.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she whispered. Jake moved between her
thighs. She arched to meet him.

He fitted the head of his stiff prick into her
smoldering cunt and paused for a moment, anticipating
the pleasure of stuffing his hot cock up her juicy fuck
tunnel. Cicciolina whimpered with need. Her cunt was sucking
on the head of his cock even before he entered her, as
if trying to drag him in by suction. He fed her an inch.

Her cuntlips dragged on his prickmeat.

He slipped his whole cockhead in. His fuckshaft stood
out between them, like a meaty beam bridging the gap
between his bloated balls and her steaming cunt.

Her pelvis began to dance a wild, horizontal jig.

“Give it to me,” she whimpered.

Jake braced his knees, tightened his ass and drove the
full length of his prick up her pussy. As his fat fucker
filled her, stuffing her to the brim, cuntjuice sprayed
out. He held the full penetration for a moment,
thrilling to the pleasure of having every inch of his
big cock buried in this beautiful woman’s hot cunt and
letting Cicciolina savor the joy of being stuffed full of
throbbing cockmeat. She wriggled and squirmed.

Jake’s cock was every bit as big as her husband’s, she
thought… but it sure wasn’t as big as a stallion’s.
She bit her lip.

Damn, she thought. How in hell can I enjoy this fuck if
I keep thinking things like that? How can I have fun
with a nice human prick if I keep comparing it to a
horse’s huge fucktool?

She decided to enjoy Jake for what he was–a handsome
young man with a nice big prick–and stop dreaming about
getting stuffed full of horsemeat.

Jake was still holding steady, his cock buried to the
roots and his swollen balls jammed up against her tilted
crotch.

Cicciolina began pumping first, sliding her slippery cunt up
and down over a few inches of cock.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. “Fuck me!” Then Jake began to
fuck all of his prick to her.

He fed her a long, low, underslung stroke. Then he fed
her a rippling thrust from a higher angle. His ass
corkscrewed and he ground his cock in to the hilt.

His hands slid down her thighs and moved under her
gorgeous ass, cupping her firm asscheeks and lifting her
loins up to meet his plunging strokes. Her hips rolled
from side to side and her belly pumped in rhythm to
Jake. She pushed her cunt up to meet him as he plowed
in, taking every inch of his cock up her pussy and
wanting more.

Jake suddenly groaned and stiffened. Cicciolina felt his
jism squirt into her.

“Oh!” she cried, disappointed that he had come so soon,
that he had shot his wad before she, too, had reached
the peak.

But that was one of the greatest benefits involved in
the fucking of horny teenagers. Jake’s prick stayed
hard.

He emptied his balls with half a dozen furious strokes
and paused, panting over her. And inside her, his cock,
despite his climax, remained hard as a stone and as big
as ever, still throbbing.

Her cunt sucked on it.

Jake began fucking her again, pouring his prick into her
pussy with as much energy as first time.

Cicciolina surged upward.

Without removing her cunt from his throbbing cock, she
rolled the boy over, then spun on top of him. He lay
spread-eagled in the grass, his body arched, his cock
towering up into her. Cicciolina began to set the pace now,
riding his cock, saddled on his hips. Her trim thighs
tightened as she ascended until only his prickhead
remained stuck up her, then they relaxed as she went
back down to the base. Her cuntjuice pooled on his belly
and slathered his thighs. She was riding him steadily,
the pace gradually increasing. She rode at a trot, then
at a canter. The peak of sensation was approaching for
the horny woman. She broke into a full gallop, her pussy
slamming down on his cock and sucking as she rose up
again. The thrill began to race across her belly and run
in an electric current up her trembling thighs. Her ass
ground down and her hips worked like pistons driving the
carnal engine of her cunt. She felt his prick expand
inside her. He was going to come again!

She tried to hold back, to wait for him, to feel his
jism hose her pussy again before she creamed.

“Come!” she gasped. “Come in me, honey… shoot up my
cunt!” Jake surged up from the ground.

His hot jizz erupted into her, foaming and steaming.

Cicciolina whimpered with the joy of it, and her own orgasm
melted her cunt around his cock. She rode him wildly
through their mutual orgasm, milking his prick and
working the wondrous spasms of her own climax at the
same time.

At last, they were drained.

Cicciolina slumped over the young cowboy’s spent body,
flushed with the pleasure of coming, and Jake sprawled
out, panting heavily, under her.

The horse looked on with interest. So, too, did a ram…

-= Chapter 7 =-

Ovid, the ram, was disgusted, disgruntled and mortified.

He had been cast aside!

And for a fucking sheepdog, no less!

Rams are proud brutes, and Ovid was no exception. He was
vain about his sexual prowess and arrogant about his
potency.

The beast felt betrayed when he caught his mistress
getting fucked by a sheepdog! To make it worse, the
sheepdog was his mortal enemy. The damned dog took
delight in nipping Ovid’s ass whenever he found the ram
in a helpless position… mounted on a ewe, say, and
plunging away on the down-strokes. Ovid had butted the
dog head over heels whenever he got the chance, too, but
the dog was a nimble brute and usually managed to stay
out of the way of those mighty, back-sweeping horns. It
was infuriating.

Julia, the shepherdess, had actually come into the
fields with the intention of getting fucked by the ram.
She hadn’t been fucked for a few days, nor had she and
Maisy done any pussy-sucking, so she was in a horny
mood. The sheepdog had come trotting along beside her,
and perhaps he sensed her horniness, because his prick
began to get big and hard. Julia noticed this, being a
woman who had an eye for cocks. She had paused and
watched with interest as the dog’s shiny, red cockhead
came sliding out from his hairy sheath. Julia had never
fucked a dog. Now she wondered how it would be.

The dog’s prick was not as big as the ram’s, but it was
big enough, as dog’s pricks go, about the same size as a
man. Julia thought that it looked very useful. It might
make a nice change, she figured. And if the dog failed
to satisfy her, it didn’t matter, because she could
always call upon the services of Ovid afterward. She
knelt down and called the dog over. He came, stiff-
legged and squirming, sucking up to her as dogs do…
and rams are too proud to do.

Julia played with his prick for awhile, getting it nice
and big and hard, pulling her fist up and down on his
hairy cockshaft and making the long prickhead flared and
throb. Then she got down on her hands and knees.

The dog had never fucked a woman, but that was a very
familiar position to him, and he got the idea.

He mounted the woman from behind, hooking his forelegs
around her lush thighs. He began to hump.

His first strokes missed the mark, and his cockhead
bounced off her ass and recoiled from the backs of her
thighs. But Julia reached back between her legs, and she
took his prickmeat in her hand and positioned the knob
in her creamy fuckslit.

The dog slid his cock up in her pussy. Julia purred with
pleasure, and the dog gave a little whimper as he
realized that a human cunt was more talented than a
bitch’s cunt. It rippled on his prick, sucking and
pulling. Julia had a pliable pussy. Although it would
spread out enough to take the ram’s monster cock, the
muscles were flexible, and she was able to clamp her
fuck hole around the lesser size of the dog’s cock,
molding her pussy to the contours of his canine fuck
tool gripping him in a slippery vise.

The sheepdog began to pound his prick into her.

Julia’s ass jerked as she fucked with him.

Her hand was still reaching back, holding his balls,
squeezing gently as if to pump the cum out of him with
pressure. The dog yelped and whined and plunged in and
out, his spine curving into an S shape as his loins
whipped his cock meat into her foaming pussy. Her hot
juices sprayed out, matting his shaggy belly. His tail
snapped around behind him as his haunches drove in. The
dog was clinging to her hips, tongue lolling out,
drooling onto her arched back, rattling her hipbones
with the savage fury of his lusty strokes. She wailed
and moaned.

Julia needn’t have worried, she realized. He wasn’t
filing her cunt as full as a ram’s prick did but, to
make up for that, he was pounding in faster.

Her head lowered to the ground.

Her ass heaved up at the highest point of her body.

Her cunt began to melt.

The dog howled as his balls exploded, and Julia felt his
canine cum rush into her, a slimy rope of jism hosing
her pussy as she creamed and spasmed with ecstasy.

That was when Ovid happened upon them. Ovid just stood
there, thunderstruck.

Julia didn’t see the ram, because her head was down like
an ostrich’s buried in the sand. But the dog saw Ovid.

And if dogs could smirk, that damned dog was smirking.
His tongue lolled out and his eyes definitely gleamed
with amusement. Ovid had an urge to butt the dog, but he
knew it would not be wise to butt a dog when that dog
was mounted on the mistress. Ovid was no fool. He knew
damned well that if he antagonized Julia, he was liable
to wind up on a platter, with mint sauce. He liked to
feed her his meat, but not like that. So he just stood
there, balefully eyeing them, disgusted to find that
Julia was perverted enough to couple with a dog and
agonized to realize that she was enjoying it and having
a climax. He watched until they had finished. He hoped
they got stuck together.

The dog had gone limp with his release, flopping around
as if disjointed. The woman’s haunches still heaved and
squirmed as she creamed every drop and worked off every
last spasm of the thrill. Cuntjuice and dog cum poured
down the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, big frothy
drops splattering on the ground between her knees. It
was the most disgusting sight that Ovid had ever seen.
Ovid snorted.

Julia looked up and, seeing the ram, smiled.

It was an inviting smile, and Ovid realized that the
woman might well expect him to fuck her, too… that
after an inadequate stuffing of dog meat, she would
probably welcome some ram prick.

But Ovid had his pride.

He was damned if he would play second fiddle to a
fucking sheepdog! No sloppy seconds for him.

He tossed his big-horned head arrogantly and turned
away.

The dog looked smug, and Julia looked surprised to see
her ram trotting away unfucked.

But she could just stew in her own juices, Ovid thought.

Then, bitterly–and in the dog’s juices, too.

That dog was in for one hell of a butting as soon as
Ovid could catch him on his own.

But in the meanwhile, the dog had already gotten one
hell of a fucking, and the ram had not been fucked and,
being a horny beast, he was feeling frustrated. As
annoying as it was to see his mistress fuck a dog, the
ram had to admit that it was stimulating, as well. His
big cock had started to tense and ripple. He was tempted
to go back.

But no, he would not give the dog that satisfaction.

He would find a ewe, instead.

But Ovid didn’t enjoy fucking sheep nearly as much as he
enjoyed fucking women. Something about a smooth, sleek
body, devoid of wool, really turned him on. Then he
remembered Maisy Dawson.

Maisy was every bit as good a fuck as Julia, he
recalled. He knew that she hated sheep, but that feeling
did not encompass ram cock. Furthermore, it would serve
Julia right. He would repay the unfaithful shepherdess
in kind, being unfaithful to her with a cowgirl! Ovid
liked the irony of it.

He headed across the fields toward the dude ranch.

If Maisy wasn’t around, he could always fuck a cow.

That was how and why the ram happened along as Jake and
Cicciolina fucked up a storm in that leafy glade.

Ovid stood back in the trees, his golden eyes glued upon
the scene, his instincts telling him that this was a
horny female. He watched her ride Jake’s prick and felt
a certain disdain for such an insignificant hunk of
cockmeat. He glanced at the stallion, too, and he had to
admit that the horse was well-hung. But the horse did
not have a hard-on.

Ovid was getting a hard-on in no uncertain terms.

He wasn’t sure if all human females like to fuck rams,
but he figured it was well worth a try. That long, leggy
woman was really turning Ovid rampant.

But how could he approach her?

How could he seduce her with a cowboy there?

If he butted the cowboy into the trees, he was liable to
wind up on a platter.

Ovid couldn’t come up with a plan. His dumb animal guile
and cunning did not extend to such intrigues.

But Cicciolina, not realizing that there was a horny ram
lurking about, made the arrangements for him.

-= Chapter 8 =-

As she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, slumped
atop Jake, with his prick still wedged up her cunt,
Cicciolina was thinking once more. Fucking the lusty young
cowboy had been lovely… but she would have enjoyed it
even more if she hadn’t been fantasizing about the
horse. Now, although she had come, she still found
herself thrilled by the prospect of making it with a
stallion. Ah that powerful, bestial energy and vitality-
-the idea was driving her wild. Her eyelids flickered.
Her green eyes regarded the horse through the flickering
shades of her eyelashes. And she decided that she simply
had to give it a try, to find out if it was possible…
to get it out of her system now, before she became more
frenzied by her lust.

Too, there were advantages in trying it now.

Since she had already come, if the attempt proved to be
a failure, she would not be too frustrated. If she made
the stallion’s prick hard, then discovered that it would
not fit up her pussy, she could always have the pleasure
of sucking him off again. She knew that worked! And if
it did fit in her… ooooh! Her cunt rippled at the
thought, pulling on Jake’s large, but human cock. Jake’s
prick rippled, too.

Cicciolina guessed that she could easily get another fuck
out of the young cowboy, she toyed with the idea. But
she was too eager and curious about trying it with the
horse. She slowly pulled her pussy off his prick.

Cum and cuntjuice poured from her vacated pussy as she
unplugged his big fucker. She forced herself to look
sad.

“What’s the matter?” Jake asked, genuinely concerned,
afraid that he had failed to satisfy her.

“That was the first time that I ever cheated on my
husband,” Cicciolina lied. “It was lovely… but, quite
naturally, I feel guilty now. I feel like… like what I
am. An adulteress.”

“Oh. Gee,” he said. He had never known a woman to react
that way before. Most wives were always smug about
having cuckolded their husbands with a youth… and
eager to do it again. Jake was pleased to find that
Cicciolina was not like the others, but unhappy that she was
feeling glum about it. She smiled wistfully.

“Oh, I’ll get over it,” she said. “It’s just that I’d
like to be alone for awhile, to think about my…
indiscretions. If you don’t mind riding back alone, I’ll
return in a little while.”

“Sure, okay,” he said.

Then she smiled a little more and said: “I’m sure that
I’ll come to terms with myself, Jake… and that you and
I will be able to have a lot more fun together.” Jake
was encouraged.

The naive teenager had no idea that Cicciolina had ulterior
motives in wanting to remain there alone with her horse.

As soon as Jake had disappeared down the trail on his
gelding, Cicciolina got up, and she walked over to where the
horse was nibbling at the grass. His big cock was
pointed at the ground. The brunette knelt down and took
it in both hands, holding it like a baseball bat, then
began to jerk it up and down. Then she leaned in and
started to tongue the dark-fleshed slab of his
prickhead, slathering it with saliva. His fuckshaft
jerked and twitched but did not rise or harden very
much. She had truly emptied the animal’s spermaries
previously, and now she saw that it might not be too
easy to get him erect again.

Cicciolina pondered the logistics of it.

Could she stuff his cock up her cunt while it was soft?
It might work okay, that way. It might even go in easier
and harden inside her. That was a thrilling thought. But
what if the horse couldn’t come again? She knew it would
be terribly frustrating to have a cuntful of big horse
prick and not get a jet of jism out of it.

Even tonguing the tasty cockmeat would prove frustrating
if there was no cum to drink.

She was already starting to feel frustrated as she
handled and mouthed the horse’s slack fuckshaft.

But the ram’s prickmeat was hard as a rock.

Ovid had watched the man ride off, and his cock had
hardened as he considered the possibilities of having
the woman. Then, when he saw her approach the horse and
commence to fondle its equine organ, his cock turned
hard as an iron bar. It was evident that this was a
woman who liked animal cock. But could he compete with a
horse?

Ovid was disturbed. He had nothing but scorn for dog
prick, but a horse cock was a different kettle of fish.
That big wad of meat was bigger than his, and maybe the
woman preferred it. The horse was bigger than he was,
too. It didn’t have horns, but it had hooves, and Ovid
didn’t care for a kick in the balls from the dumb brute.

Then he noticed that the horse’s cock did not seem to be
getting any bigger or harder. Ovid began to smirk.

What good was having a gigantic prick, if it didn’t get
stiff? He congratulated himself, conscious of the
throbbing shaft of iron-hard prick meat that pulsed
under his own fleecy belly.

With his confidence restored, the robust and horny ram
came stepping light-footedly into the clearing.

Cicciolina looked up, startled.

She thought someone, some human had come along and found
her licking a horse’s prick, and she flushed with
mortification. But then she saw that it was only an
animal.

And then she saw that it was an animal with a great big
hard-on jutting out from its loins!

Ovid halted and tossed his head about, letting the
stallion see that he had big horns.

But the stallion, satiated, didn’t give a damn if the
ram had the woman or not. Cicciolina was staring at the
ram’s prick.

There was nothing sheepish about it, she saw. It was not
as big as a horse’s cock, but it was plenty big enough.
She began to wonder if it might not be a good idea to
break her cunt in on a ram’s prick before she attempted
to take a horse cock up it. A good idea… and a
delightful idea, as well! The smooth head of the brute’s
fuck tool was flaring and throbbing. The shaft looked
like a concrete cloud. It looked so hard that, if the
right chord were struck, it might shatter into
fragments. Her green eyes glowed as she gazed upon his
fleecy cock. The ram’s golden eyes glowed back at her,
bestial lust flashing like lasers.

Cicciolina turned away from the horse, and she sat down on
the ground. The ram approached her, stiff-legged,
stepping lightly, almost prancing. He half turned, and
she saw the length of his prick in profile… and
shuddered with the thought of having all that massive
cock meat plunging in and out of her pussy. His balls
were bloated, like over inflated balloons, obviously
full of cum and ready to be emptied.

Cicciolina reached out to tangle her fingers in his curly
pelt.

She ran her hand up big woolly prick stalk and began to
finger his smooth, dark-fleshed knob. That big slab
looked absolutely delicious. The dark cockmeat,
contrasted to his cloud-white body, made her mouth
water, and she was sorely tempted to suck it. But Cicciolina
had no idea how potent a ram was, and she didn’t want to
find herself in the same situation that she had with the
stallion–with a bellyful of ram jism and an empty cunt.
Leaning in, she took a lick. Ram prick tasted much like
horse prick, she discovered. She supposed that all cum
must taste the same, too. Her slippery tongue licked
around on his cockhead, and she drooled. But her cunt
was drooling more than her mouth now. Giving his prick a
last loving lick, Cicciolina drew back and positioned
herself under the beast, her back arched high so that
her crotch was raised and tilted into a fuckable
position. It might be simpler to get on her hands and
knees and let him fuck her animal-fashion, she knew, but
she wanted to do it face to face, to see what was
fucking her, to be able to watch the powerful brute
explode up her pussy. Ovid regarded her for a moment.

He was not used to fucking human style, but he was no
fool. A cunt was a cunt, whether it was on woolly
haunches or between smooth fleshed human thighs. And
this woman’s cunt was open, wet and lifted up at just
the right level to be stuffed. Her head and shoulders
were braced on the ground, and her ass and hips were
lifted high. She was supporting her ass on her hands,
holding it up, offering her crotch to him.

Ovid stepped over her.

His prick came in just too high, the meaty cockhead
skimming over her pussyhair and sliding up her belly.
His prick tip nudged into her soft, deep cleavage.

She squirmed and moaned.

The ram stepped back then came in again, lower.

His big, blunt cockhead slipped onto her cuntlips.

It didn’t go into her pussy at first, and Ovid saw that
this woman’s cunt was tighter than Julia’s or Maisy’s.
Although she seemed to like horse cock, it appeared that
her pussy had not yet been loosened and spread on one.
It was almost like having a virgin, he figured. He
pushed.

Cicciolina shoved her crotch down to meet him.

Her cuntlips spread out, and the tip of his cock wedged
into her creamy pussy, stuck fast for a moment, then
pushed in deeper. The ram gave a shove, and his cockhead
slipped into her. Her cuntlips collared his woolly rod
just behind the buried knob.

Cicciolina wailed with the joy of it.

Ovid snorted and tossed his horned head about, one
cloven hoof pawing at the earth.

Pushing steadily, the ram began to inch his prick meat
into her, the fleecy shaft following behind the
throbbing crown. Her pussy clutched and clung to it,
molding around the contours of his cock, slippery but
tight, sucking and dragging. Inch by inch, he fucked
into her. She writhed about in ecstasy on his fat prick.

Then the brute’s cock was buried to the depths.

They held steady for a moment.

The ram was savoring the pleasure of having his hard
prick buried in hot cunt, and Cicciolina was thrilled at
being stuffed with animal cock.

She moved first, rolling her hips from side to side so
that she was winding her fuck hole around on his cock,
squirming and wriggling, twisting in a motion that was
wringing his cock.

Then Ovid began to fuck her.

His powerful haunches braced, then shot forward as he
fed his cock into her lustfully. He drew back. His
woolly cock came out matted and soaking with cuntjuice.
He slammed in again and Cicciolina met him with equal vigor,
jamming her cunt down over his plunging prick. His
fleecy white fuckshaft vanished into her dark-haired
pussy. It drew out, then went in again. She began to
whimper and moan with the pure carnal pleasure of being
fucked by such a gigantic cock, and the pure pleasure of
knowing that she was getting fucked by a beast.

His smoking-hot cockhead seemed to be pushing all the
way up into her belly. He was going in so deep that she
wouldn’t have been surprised if his knob had slipped
into her mouth from inside her. It made her eyes water.

Vibrating all over, jerking and twitching, the horny
woman pumped wildly under the humping beast.

Her clit felt like a stick of dynamite.

Cuntjuice was coming out of her in rivers, a deluge that
poured down her crotch and into the crack of her ass.

His cock got bigger and bigger and drove in faster and
faster as his balls prepared to blow. Cicciolina yearned for
that hot geyser.

Her cunt creamed for the brute’s cum, lusted to be dosed
with her first cuntful of animal jism.

Her thighs tightened around his driving haunches, then
parted wide again. She reached up and twisted one fist
into the curly wool of his shoulder, clinging to him as
they jolted together. Her pelvis was being bounced
wildly about on his powerful thrusts now, tilting and
twisting and slamming up and down.

The ram threw his head back and bellowed.

Cicciolina cried out in ecstasy as she felt a steaming
geyser of animal cum spurt into her cunt.

She melted with him.

The ram hosed her pussy with jet after jet of hot, thick
cum and she creamed time and again, her juices gushing
out to blend with his jizz, the spasms of joy rushing
through her in a prolonged and multiple orgasm. At last,
Ovid’s balls were emptied.

Cicciolina continued to hump for a moment, to make sure that
she had milked every precious drop from him and worked
off every last tingling spasm of her own climax. Ovid
waited until she stopped squirming. Then he slowly drew
his prick out.

It bobbed up and down under his belly. It was no longer
fleecy as a cloud. Cum and cuntjuice had matted his
pelt. The stuff was bubbling from her vacated cunt,
soaking the ground. Cicciolina smiled dreamily, delighted to
have discovered the joys of animal fucking.

She slid in under the ram and tongued the dripping head
of his cock, gathering up jizz mingled with cuntjuice.

She was surprised how delicious cuntjuice was.

Cicciolina had never tasted pussyjuice before, and now she
realized that it was tasty stuff, indeed. She just had
to wonder what it would be like to suck a load of hot
cuntjuice right out of a coming pussy. She had to
speculate on the joy of bringing a woman off with her
tongue and lips. She didn’t expect to ever find out, of
course. Still… she wondered.

And she polished the ram’s cockhead until it gleamed.

Cicciolina knew that she really should feel ashamed of
herself, at the very least, embarrassed. But she didn’t.
It had been so thrilling to get fucked by an animal that
she could not feel any guilt or shame whatsoever. As
long as no one ever found out, she reasoned, there was
no harm in it. There was only pure pleasure, for her and
the ram.

Now she knew that her pussy could accommodate a ram’s
prick. Could she fuck a stallion?

She was no longer feeling horny, but she knew the
rhythms of her body, and she knew that she would be
horny again soon… the next day, say, when she rode the
horse again.

Cicciolina intended to try to fuck the stallion tomorrow.

As she thought of this, she realized that the ram was
eyeing her balefully. She wondered if he could somehow,
with some bestial sixth sense, read her mind. Did he
know she wanted the stallion? Did he feel slighted and
betrayed? But Ovid couldn’t read her mind at all.

Ovid was feeling very smug because he had cheated on his
unfaithful mistress, dogfucking bitch that she was.

-= Chapter 9 =-

That evening, Cicciolina was just getting ready for bed when
there was a knock on the door. Cicciolina wondered who it
was. She thought that maybe Jake had stopped by her
room, hoping to get laid again. The thought was not
unpleasant. Cicciolina was a bit tired from the day’s
activities. Although she was an expert rider, she was
not really used to a full day of trekking… and fucking
the ram had been an exhausting act. But, tired or not,
Jake would be welcome. She thought it would be nice to
just lie back and let him do all the work. Maybe if she
was lucky, he would go down on her and she could drift
off to sleep with a hot tongue working on her pussy. She
was already undressed and, convinced that it must be
Jake at the door, Cicciolina didn’t bother to put anything
on.

She opened the door naked and smiling, But it was Maisy
who stood there.

Maisy gave Cicciolina such an intense look that the brunette
was terrified. Somehow the woman must have found out
that she had been sucking off one of her riding hacks.

But then the cowgirl smiled, too, as her gaze moved up
and down over Cicciolina’s slim, sexy body.

Cicciolina was wearing a Stetson and boots and a wide belt
with an eagle on the brass buckle. She had a saddle
slung over her shoulder. Did she intend to ask Cicciolina to
go for a late night ride? Cicciolina raised her eyebrows
questioningly. “May I come in?”

“I’m not dressed,” Cicciolina said.

“I noticed,” said Maisy. Her gaze roamed up and down
again.

Strangely enough, it made Cicciolina tingle with excitement
to have the other woman looking at her in that way. She
wondered why. She felt just the way she did when a young
man was admiring her. But why should she feel that way
when it was another woman who was gazing at her body?

“Well, I guess so,” Cicciolina said.

She stood back, and the cowgirl came into the room. She
slung the saddle onto a chair. Cicciolina noticed that there
was something funny about that saddle, but she paid it
little attention.

She was more interested in the curious way that Maisy
was looking at her and wondering why she was enjoying it
so much.

“I thought you might be feeling lonely… with your
husband not with you and all,” Maisy said. “I know that
a married woman gets used to company. Someone to sleep
with. Sex.”

“Errrr… well, yes. But–”

“I don’t know if you ever cheat on your husband.”

Good Lord! What a question from a relative stranger! Was
she going to offer Cicciolina one of the ranchhands?

“That’s really none of your business,” Cicciolina said, but
she smiled to show that she wasn’t really annoyed.

“Oh, I don’t give a damn. If I had a husband, I’d cheat
on the bastard every chance I got, myself. But that’s
not the point. I thought you might like to borrow my
special saddle.” Cicciolina looked at the strange saddle
again. It seemed to have two pommels.

Then she looked closer and saw that the extra pommel
was, in fact, a big rubber prick. It was realistically
contoured and mounted on a flexible spring. She saw
that, seated on such a saddle, a girl could get a
cuntful of dildo and let the actions of the horse do the
work… trotting through the foreplay, cantering through
the build up, galloping at the orgasm.

“It’s really best if you use it on a horse,” Maisy was
saying. “But you can squat on it on a chair or a bed,
too. I’ll let you borrow it for the night, if you like.”

“I… I don’t think–”

Maisy shrugged. “Suit yourself. I just thought you might
be feeling horny, and I like my guests to be content.”

“Well… maybe, then,” Cicciolina said, blushing.

Maisy gave her a speculative look. Cicciolina felt her
nipples stiffen as if the woman’s eyes had some tactile
quality, as if her gaze was physically caressing her.

Maisy saw them stiffen, too, and smiled. Her tongue
flicked across her lower lip.

Cicciolina began to wonder if there was something peculiar
about her hostess.

“Want me to show you how to use it?” Maisy asked.

Cicciolina was shocked. Then her shock faded away
immediately, and she was fascinated. There was something
very exciting about the thought of watching the woman
fuck herself on that strange saddle.

“If you want to,” she said, softly.

Maisy obviously wanted to. She kicked her boots off and
squirmed out of her jeans. Her pussy was open and juicy.
Cicciolina stared at it in fascination. She was remembering
how tasty her own cuntjuice had been when she licked it
off the ram’s prick, and how she had wondered what it
would be like to eat a woman out. Now that possibility
didn’t seem so unlikely. She also remembered how she had
wanted Jake to gently tongue her while she drifted to
sleep. Maisy was a woman, but a tongue was a tongue, no
matter the sex of the tonguer.

Maisy took her shirt off.

Her tits were huge and her nipples stood out like little
rockets ready to be launched.

She kept her Stetson on and pulled her cowboy boots back
on.

She positioned the saddle on the chair, then threw one
leg across, straddling it. She lowered her crotch until
the head of the rubber cock nestled into her hairy
pussy. She was looking at Cicciolina. Cicciolina was looking at
Maisy’s cunt.

Maisy slowly sank down, feeding the rubber prick up her
juicy pussy inch by inch. Her cuntlips sucked on the fat
shaft. She grimaced with pleasure as she stuffed her
cunt full. She settled into the saddle, the dildo
disappearing up her fuckhole. She squirmed around a
little, then rose up again. Cuntjuice poured down the
rubber cock as it came sliding out.

Her legs were well muscled from years in more normal
saddles. Her thighs rippled as she went up and down on
the bizarre saddle horn. Her big tits flopped up and
down and her firm ass ground from side to side as her
belly pumped.

She regarded Cicciolina through narrowed eyes.

“That looks like fun,” Cicciolina said.

Cicciolina had lost whatever shyness and embarrassment she
had first felt by this time. It was impossible to feel
embarrassed with such an up-front woman as Maisy. “Want
to try it?” Maisy offered. Cicciolina hesitated.

Did she want to wait until she was alone, or did she
want to do it in front of Maisy? The thought of having
the woman watch her fuck herself was stimulating.

“All right,” she whispered.

Maisy drew her flooded cunt off the big rubber cock, and
she dismounted from the saddle. Cicciolina moved closer.

“Wait a minute… let me polish it for you,” said Maisy.

Bending down, she took the dripping rubber cock into her
mouth and sucked on it. She does like cuntjuice, Cicciolina
thought.

Maisy pulled her lips away, smiling. The rubber cock
glistened with her saliva. She stepped back, and Cicciolina
swung gracefully into the saddle. She fitted the head of
the cock into her fuckhole.

Maisy knelt down in front of the chair. “Let me help
you,” she said.

Reaching out, she spread Cicciolina’s cuntlips wide open
with her fingertips. One finger brushed over Cicciolina’s
clit, causing her to tremble all through her body. She
lowered herself onto the prick.

Cicciolina went up and down, taking it all the way up her
cunt, then rising up until only the tip remained stuck
up her. Maisy continued to rub and stroke her cuntlips
and clit. Maisy looked hungry.

“Ummm,” purred Cicciolina, grinding her ass in the saddle
with the rubber prick buried up her pussy.

She rose up again. The cock came out of her, soaking
with her hot cream. Maisy leaned in and pushed her pink
tongue out. She began to lick Cicciolina’s cuntjuice off the
dildo. Cicciolina stared down at her, hot flashes darting
through her pussy.

The women exchanged a glance. Maisy raised her eyebrows
questioningly.

“You want to suck my cunt, don’t you?” Cicciolina whimpered.

“Ummm… yes!”

“I don’t mind… oh! I want you to!”

Maisy purred with delight. She gazed at Cicciolina’s cunt
for awhile, savoring the anticipation. Cicciolina’s pussy
looked scrumptious. It looked a lot tastier than the
shepherdess’ cunt– a feast compared to a plain stew,
she thought. Her mouth was watering and her tongue was
as hot as her clit. Maisy tipped the Stetson onto the
back of her head.

She leaned in and flicked her tongue over Cicciolina’s clit.

“Oooooh!” Cicciolina squealed.

Cicciolina continued to ride up and down on the rubber cock
while Maisy tongued her cunt. The double thrill was
spectacular. Maisy was licking her unfurled cuntlips,
lapping at her tingling clit and pushing her tongue
right up inside her alongside the dildo. Then she
clamped her mouth onto Cicciolina’s pussy like a suction cup
onto a drain, nursing steadily on her flowing fuckslit.
Cuntjuice poured over her lips and flowed on her tongue.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked. She was
purring like a cat at a bowl of cream, and Cicciolina was
moaning with the rising thrill.

“Come,” Maisy whimpered. “Come for me, baby!”

She sucked hungrily, and her tongue flashed.

“Yes! Oh, yes! I’m coming!” Cicciolina wailed.

The thrill rippled across her belly and shot wildly up
her straining thighs and her cunt creamed.

Maisy gasped with joy as her mouth filled up with that
flood of pussy-juice. She kept sucking avidly. Cicciolina’s
clit exploded in her lips and the brunette cried out in
ecstasy.

Maisy kept sucking until Cicciolina was no longer squirming,
then she tongued up the stray drops that had escaped her
lips and seeped down Cicciolina’s crotch, onto the rubber
cock.

She lapped up a drop from the saddle.

Sitting back on her heels, she grinned at Cicciolina.

“I… I never had a woman do that before,” Cicciolina said.

“Your cunt is delicious,” Maisy sighed, “I… I never
sucked a cunt, either,” Cicciolina added.

“Oh, you don’t have to–”

“I think that I want to.”

Maisy squealed with pleasure. She had been content to do
all the sucking, having a taste for cunt, but if it was
going to be a reciprocal arrangement it was even better.

Cicciolina slowly pulled her pussy off the prick.

Maisy leaned in and took the big rubber cock into her
mouth, slurping juicily, polishing the extra saddle horn
to a luster. Cicciolina watched her lips pull up and push
down, those lips had so lovingly nursed an orgasm out of
her cunt.

This was some vacation, Cicciolina thought. She had seduced
a young cowboy.

That had been nice, but nothing out of the ordinary. But
she had also sucked off a horse and fucked a ram, and
now she had had her pussy sucked by a woman and was just
about to do some cuntsucking, herself. The wild
anticipation was as thrilling as the act was going to
be, she knew. She thought that it was perverted to suck
a cunt… and found the idea all the more thrilling
simply because it was. It was the same way that she felt
about fucking and sucking with animals–the charm of
depravity enhanced the delights. And the best was still
to come!

Tomorrow, Cicciolina was going to get fucked by a stallion!

Even though she had just come, her pussy began to steam
again at the very thought. But that was tomorrow.

At the moment, there was a hot cunt that had to be
sucked, and Cicciolina was drooling for that hairy, juicy
feast.

-= Chapter 10 =-

Although Cicciolina was eager to suck her first cunt, she
was in no hurry about it. Since this was her first
lesbian encounter, she thought that she should
appreciate the preliminaries and the build up before she
came to the creamy conclusions.

Maisy was bending over from the waist, sucking the
rubber prick. Her legs were parted, and Cicciolina could
look right up her open cunt from the back. She stepped
closer and placed a hand on Maisy’s ass. Maisy sighed.
Cicciolina slowly slid her fingers down into the cowgirl’s
crotch, and she dipped them into her pussy, causing
Maisy to tremble. She pulled her lips off the phallic
saddle horn and stood up, turning to face Cicciolina. She
was still wearing her Stetson although it had tilted
askew as she dipped her head in Cicciolina’s crotch.

They kissed, their lips brushing lightly together at
first, then parting and grinding passionately. They put
their arms around each other and stood belly to belly.
Their big tits shifted together. Cicciolina dipped her
tongue into Maisy’s mouth, and Maisy sucked on it,
tangling her own hot tongue up with it. Cicciolina could
taste her own cuntjuice on the other girl’s tongue and
lips. The sweet nectar whetted her appetite for more of
the stuff. Her hands slid up and down on Maisy’s hips,
then cupped her by the firm globes of her ass, pulling
her body tight against Cicciolina’s. Maisy pushed one arched
thigh between Cicciolina’s legs. Cicciolina worked her cunt
around on it. Their pubic hair rustled together, and
their nipples pushed against each other.

Cicciolina slid her lips from Maisy’s panting mouth, then
lowered her face to the cowgirl’s big, heaving tits. She
took a plump nipple into her lips and sucked on it, then
switched to the other one. She ran her tongue up Maisy’s
deep, soft cleavage and circled around her tit mounds.

Maisy cradled Cicciolina’s face between her hands and
shifted, grinding her tits in Cicciolina’s face and working
her hot belly up and down while her thigh rubbed
Cicciolina’s crotch.

They kissed again, panting right into each other’s open
mouths, stabbing tongues back and forth. Maisy slid down
to do some tit sucking now, and Cicciolina arched her slim
back, thrusting her plump tits out eagerly, adoring the
way the woman sucked on the taut tips.

“Ummm… ummm,” Maisy purred, on a mouthful of nipple
and tit.

“Let’s get on the bed,” Cicciolina whimpered.

They moved together to the bed, arms around each other’s
waist, hips brushing together sensuously. They kissed
again, standing beside the bed, then sat down hip to
hip, both twisting from the waist as they kept their
mouths together in a hot embrace. Their thighs were
spread. Maisy dipped a hand into Cicciolina’s pussy and
started to finger her. Cicciolina returned the caress,
running her fingertips up the woman’s open cuntlips and
strumming her clit.

Still kissing, Cicciolina began to lap at the same time.

She licked at Maisy’s throat and neck and ear.

She had decided that she wanted to go around the world
on the sexy cowgirl, to savor every inch of her smooth
flesh before she got to the juicy main course between
her legs. Maisy fell back across the bed.

Cicciolina began to work her way down the woman’s sleek,
arched body. She kissed and licked and sucked on her
tits. She moved down her stomach and onto the gentle
rise of her belly. Maisy began to moan, and her hips
switched from side to side. She drew one knee up and
parted her thighs, giving Cicciolina free access to her
cunt.

But Cicciolina, although she was hungry for cunt, was still
not ready to commence the feast.

Her tongue rustled through the curly coils of Maisy’s
pubic thicket like a little pink lizard scurrying
through thick undergrowth. She licked back up, then
spent a moment tonguing out the woman’s deep belly
button. Her saliva was leaving glistening trails all
over Maisy’s belly, like the track of a snail. Again,
she moved down.

This time, she bypassed Maisy’s smoldering cunt and
began to tongue up and down her thighs. She went all the
way down, kissing the woman’s boots, coming back up inch
by inch. Maisy was whimpering with need.

“Please… oh, please,” she begged. “Go down on me,
Cicciolina… go down on my cunt!” Cicciolina had tongued up to
her crotch.

She licked up the crease where Maisy’s thigh joined her
torso, her tongue running parallel with the woman’s
flooded pussy but still avoiding direct contact.

Maisy was switching her ass and hips around, trying to
get her cunt plastered onto Cicciolina’s face.

Cicciolina avoided it.

Grasping Maisy by the hips, she turned her over.

Limp with lust, Maisy was totally pliable. She rolled
over onto her belly, her ass jutting up.

Cicciolina began licking up the backs of her legs,
commencing the reverse side of her approach. She
flattened her hands on Maisy’s asscheeks, then spread
them firmly apart.

She ran her tongue up the woman’s asscrack.

Maisy wailed with the sensation.

Cicciolina began to rim out the cowgirl’s taut brown
shitter, pushing her tongue as far up the girl’s asshole
as it would go. She was shoving three fingers up Maisy’s
pussy from the back now. Then she slid back down,
tonguing all the way, and dipped her head into the
cowgirl’s crotch from behind. Maisy stiffened, waiting.

Cicciolina gazed adoringly at her open cunt.

Then, pushing her tongue out, she took her first ever
taste of sweet cuntjuice.

Cicciolina took one tentative lick and drew back.

She let the taste tingle on her tongue and smiled
dreamily as she discovered that it was as good as she
had hoped, delicious and darkly satisfying.

Maisy drew her knees under her. Her ass heaved up and
her cunt flooded. Cicciolina began to lap her pussy with
long tongue-strokes, running all the way up from her
clit to her asshole. Then she stabbed into the woman’s
creamy fuckhole. She used her fingers to spread Maisy’s
cuntlips wide open and plastered her mouth to her
flowing cunt, sucking joyfully and tonguing in and out
eagerly.

Her mouth filled with cunt cream. She swallowed it
hungrily.

Maisy was grinding her ass around in Cicciolina’s face as
the brunette’s mouth clamped over her pussy, sucking
steadily and tonguing energetically. She turned Maisy
onto her back again.

Burying her face between Maisy’s thighs, Cicciolina began
the steady suction that she knew would make Maisy cream
soon. She yearned for the thrill of that moment, the joy
of knowing that her tongue and lips had brought the
woman to the peak of all sensation. She longed for the
hot rush of Maisy’s juices as she melted.

“Come… come… come!” wailed Cicciolina.

“Oh, my God! Oh, yes!” Maisy cried.

Her cunt began to spasm. She felt as if her whole being
was turning to cream, spilling out into Cicciolina’s eager
mouth. Her pussy was so wide-open that her cuntlips
seemed to be turning inside out, and Cicciolina’s mouth was
glued to her flooding fuckslit.

Maisy shuddered through a prolonged orgasm.

Cicciolina kept sucking merrily away.

And, as Cicciolina’s hunger was satisfied, she found that
her own pussy was getting hot again.

So naturally, Maisy went down on Cicciolina again.

It seemed to be a not-so-vicious circle, Cicciolina thought,
one of the aspects of cuntlapping that she hadn’t
considered before. When she was eating cunt, her own
cunt got horny, and when her cunt was being sucked, she
got hungry.

But Maisy knew how to handle that.

Twisting into the position of inverted love, the girls
began to sixty-nine together, solving the problem,
breaking the not-so-vicious circle by forming their own
circle, satisfying their oral hunger and their cunts at
the same time. When the thrill built up toward the
crest, it seemed that they shared the same sensation,
rippling back and forth between their tightly linked
bodies, intensified on their hot tongues. They were both
coming and, as Cicciolina hungrily swallowed cuntjuice, she
felt as if the wonderful nectar was passing straight
through her body and spilling out again from her own
cunt, into Maisy’s mouth. They came for a long time.
Then they did it again. Maisy stayed the night.

The girls slept together, linked up as they were, head
to groin in the sixty-nining position. Intermittently,
they tongued each other’s cunt. They slept, woke up,
lazily did some cuntlapping, slept again. The pale light
of dawn was at the window when Cicciolina was aroused from
her final period of slumber, aroused by the most
delightful sensation. For a moment she had forgotten who
was in bed with her and what that hairy, juicy object
pressed to her lips was. Then she realized that her
mouth was clamped on Maisy’s pussy, and that the thrill
she was enjoying meant that lusty Maisy was once again
tonguing away on her cunt. Cicciolina began gobbling, too.
Maisy squealed, the soft, moist sound muffled right up
the echo box of Cicciolina’s cunt. Cicciolina sucked hot foam
from the cowgirl’s smoldering pussy. She began to
fingerfuck in and out of the girl’s cunthole with three
fingers bunched together, slowly sliding them in to the
knuckles, drawing them out, dripping with juice, then
pushing them back in and wriggling them around inside
the velvet-smooth vise of Maisy’s pussy. She fingered
Maisy’s asshole with her other hand. Her tongue and lips
concentrated on the tingling nugget of Maisy’s clit.

They creamed together again.

Thrashing, tit to belly and mouth to cunt, churning and
grinding away, both girls rose to the heights and
hovered there, the thrills lashing through their
bellies, running up their thighs and becoming a
turbulent whirlpool in their cunts.

Cicciolina didn’t know which she was enjoying more, coming
or sucking the cum out of Maisy.

But she didn’t have to make that choice.

She sucked Maisy to the dregs, and Maisy milked Cicciolina’s
cunt dry. They lay gasping and panting in each other’s
groin.

Cicciolina was very happy that she had so unexpectedly been
initiated into the joys of cuntsucking.

She knew that, in the future, she was liable to be doing
a whole lot more of it and, even while her head was
still jammed between Maisy’s thighs and her lips planted
on the girl’s pussy, she was wondering which of her
friends and acquaintances would like some head. She
didn’t think it was the sort of offer that many girls
would refuse.

But then, Cicciolina realized something else. Cuntsucking
made her horny for prick. And she thought about the
stallion.

-= Chapter 11 =-

Jake was sadly disappointed when Cicciolina told him that
she had decided she wanted to ride alone that morning.
She explained that she still hadn’t come to terms with
her conscience about her adultery. But then, to brighten
his day, Cicciolina also told him that she figured she would
be able to resolve her emotions during a long, solitary
ride… and that he could come to her room when she
returned. She refused his offer to saddle the horse.
Jake went off to wait for her to get back, and he tried
not to jerk off thinking about her so that he would have
a nice big load of cum stored up.

Cicciolina saddled the horse.

She used Maisy’s extraordinary saddle.

Riding out from the stables, Cicciolina looked proper
enough, but as soon as she was out of sight of the ranch
house and outbuildings she dismounted and took her
jodhpurs and panties off. The horse watched her
speculatively. He had fond memories of her mouth, and he
thought that her hairy, juicy cunt looked inviting, too.

She mounted again.

This time, she slipped the rubber prick up her cunt.

The saddle was a lot more effective on the horse than it
had been on the chair. As the powerful brute trotted
off, the dildo ground around in her cunt. Soon, the
saddle was slippery with her overflowing juices, and she
had come three times.

But she was still horny.

And she knew that if her cunt was every going to be open
and wet enough to take a horse’s prick, now was the
time.

In the same leafy glade where, the day before, she had
sucked and fucked with Jake, blew the horse and fucked
the ram, Cicciolina reined in, carefully pulled her pussy
off the dildo, then slid to the ground.

The horse had not been unaffected by the action on his
back, and his huge prick was semi-hard. His dark-fleshed
cockhead was just starting to squeeze out from its
leathery foreskin. Cicciolina knelt down beside the animal,
and she began to play with his bloated balls, smiling
when she found that they were inflated with cum. She ran
her hands up and down his hardening prick shaft, tracing
along the fat, pulsating vein from root to crown. She
fingered the underside of his swollen cockhead.

The horse’s cock snapped upright, throbbing.

It was bigger than the ram’s prick–quite a good deal
bigger–and the horny woman wasn’t at all sure if she
could take it. But she sure as hell was going to try.

She pulled the horse’s cockshaft back with both hands,
so that his dark prickhead stood out, flaring.

She leaned in and began to tongue his cock.

She lapped all over his delicious slab of horsemeat,
then tilted her head and fed the tip into her mouth, her
cheeks hollowing in as she sucked lovingly on the huge
mouthful.

The horse reckoned he was in for another blowjob, and
his haunches began to quiver.

Cicciolina was tempted to suck him off. She had adored
having the stallion empty his cock and balls into her
mouth, and she would have welcomed another drink of
horse jism. She nursed and tongued on his delicious
wedge of prickmeat. But her cunt was really burning now.
She decided that it was time to see if she could fuck
the horse. If she failed, she could always finish him
off in her mouth again.

She gave his cockhead a last slurp, then withdrew.

Sitting down in front of the horse, she rubbed the tip
of his prick around on her tits, then on her belly. She
arched and slowly bent into a long curve, bridging her
body under the animal and lifting her crotch up to the
level of his prick. The horse was plenty excited now,
but he seemed to realize that this mating was not going
to be easy, and he forced himself to stand steady, not
humping prematurely.

His cockhead wedged into her groin.

Cicciolina began to twist her hips and work her cunt around
on the tip of his prick, pushing steadily against it.
Her pussy spread.

The tip of his cockhead pried in.

Cicciolina gurgled with delight as she felt her cunt being
spread out around his massive slab of hot prickmeat.

She writhed and wriggled and squirmed.

Inch by inch, the head of the horse’s prick slid up her
fuckslit. Suddenly, the whole thing pushed in, and she
gasped. Her cuntlips clamped tight around his cockshaft,
and his knob was buried in her. She wailed with the
ecstasy of it.

She stared at her belly, half-expecting to see the
contours of that huge slab outlined there. It felt like
a red-hot ball of iron smoldering inside her.

Cicciolina wanted it deeper!

She began to push up hard, feeding his fat prick into
her, taking his cockhead into the depths of her cunt.

She took half of the huge thing in.

Then the horse bottomed out, his cockhead in as far as
it would go, the shaft half buried and the rest of it
standing out between them, steaming in the crisp morning
air.

Now Cicciolina held steady, thrilling to the joy of having
her cunt stuffed to the brim with horse prick.

And the stallion began to hump her.

At first, the fit was too tight. When he drew his cock
back, he simply pulled the woman along with it. But then
her lubricated, pliable pussy began to adjust to his
bulk, expanding to accommodate his massive load of
prickmeat. He drew back, and his gigantic cock came
sliding out of her cunt until only the head was still in
her.

Then he slid it in again.

Arched and bridged, Cicciolina rotated her hips, winding her
cunt around on his cock as he shoveled it in, then
dragged it out. That huge plug was filling so tightly
that her cuntjuice sprayed out in a fine mist, soaking
the surging brute’s balls. Her clit sparked.

She creamed, and then she creamed again immediately.

Full to the guts with horse prick, Cicciolina began a series
of multiple orgasms, each wonderful wave coming so fast
upon the one before that it became one infinitely
prolonged thrill. In and out flashed the horse’s cock.
It came out slathered with her creamy nectar, throbbing
like some mighty carnal engine. It slammed in again,
tilting her pelvis and rattling her bones.

She felt his prick expand even more. She saw his huge
balls swell. The horse snorted.

Cicciolina wailed with joy as she felt a hot jet of jism
squirt into the depths of her pussy. She was still
coming. When she felt her cunt fill with horse cum, she
came again, more intensely than she had ever come
before. The horse kept pouring his prick into her. Each
time he shoved it in, he shot another hot wad of
quicksilvery cum into her, and she climaxed anew, her
juices swirling out in a wild whirlpool.

At long last, the horse’s cock and balls were drained.

He stood, quivering, while Cicciolina squirmed around,
working off the last spasms of her joy.

Then she, too, stopped moving.

They were still stuck together, and the horse, despite
his climax, still had a stiff prick.

Cicciolina smiled dreamily.

It hadn’t been easy to get that massive cock up her
cunt.

Since it was already there, still there, it seemed a
crying shame not to make the most of it.

Cicciolina fucked the horse again.

Cicciolina was so thrilled by her depravity that she felt
compelled to tell someone. She couldn’t tell Jake.

She gave him a blowjob, instead.

But she could tell Maisy, she knew. Maisy was such a
naughty girl that Cicciolina felt no qualms about such a
confession. And Maisy was impressed.

Then Maisy told Cicciolina about the bull.

The bull’s cock was even bigger than the stallion’s…
as Cicciolina soon found out, to her joy.