Virgin For Horses 2

By David Crane.
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Chapter 3

Rachel had gotten turned on by the conversation she’d had with the naughty older girl, and as she walked back to the farmhouse, she felt as if there were a glowing ember between her legs. She, like Marylou, was wearing shorts, and she looked down to make sure that there wasn’t any evidence of her arousal, in the form of cunt juice trickling down her thighs. She hadn’t reached that stage yet, but the crotch of her tight-fitting shorts was damp. Well, it was no wonder! How honest Marylou had been when telling about her sexual experiences. She hadn’t even blushed, although Rachel had, as she listened.

The younger girl had been truly fascinated. She had never had a sexual experience herself, except with her own hands. She had never done more than kiss a boy without parting her lips if his tongue tried to get involved. No one had ever touched her tits. She had only been finger-fucking for a little over six months have discovered the pleasure almost accidentally. And she hadn’t even been sure what was happening to her the first time her pussy creamed on her frigging hands. She’d been kind of scared, in fact, but not so frightened that she didn’t give herself another hand-job a few minutes later.

Since that beautiful discovery, Rachel had been finger-fucking herself with regularity, at least once a day. She liked to do it first thing in the morning, when she was still groggy with sleep, or last thing at night, before drifting into a contented slumber. She didn’t often feel the need for a hand-job in the middle of the afternoon. But then, she didn’t usually talk to a girl like Marylou!

How could Marylou admit to such things, to a girl she had just met? Rachel was astounded by the older girl’s bold confessions and would have been even more shocked had she realized that the naughty things that Marylou had talked about were not nearly as naughty as some of the other things she had done. She had talked freely about fucking and sucking cocks, but she had not mentioned fucking with her dog or her inclinations to suck cunts.

Innocent, virginal Rachel might well have fainted at such talk. On the other hand, she might just as well have creamed her jeans.

Rachel’s mind was not as innocent as her nubile body. Although she had never experienced sex, she had thought about it a lot. When she finger-fucked herself, she pretended that it was a prick sliding in and out of her fuck hole. And sometimes, she bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth and tried to imagine they were a cock she was sucking.

Rachel was ready to lose her cherry.

The horny youngster was eager for her first fuck, as soon as the right guy came along. She wondered who it would be, but she never dreamed that it might be a dog.

Rachel went into the farmhouse stealthily, ashamed of her intentions, guiltily feeling that if anyone saw her going up to her room at this hour, they would guess the reason. She didn’t know that the farmer who had rented her the room had jerked off twice, just thinking about his sexy teenaged lodger, and would have been pleased as punch to know that the girl was frigging her cunt in his home.

She went up the stairs to her room, a rustic chamber with knotty pine walls and a patchwork quilt on the big, soft bed and a full-length mirror in a brass frame.

Rachel paused in front of the mirror to gaze at her image, wondering if her horniness could be detected in her reflection. Her pretty face was slightly flushed. Rachel had long, dark hair and green eyes. Lust wasn’t pronounced in her expression. But when she looked down at her body, she saw that her nipples were sticking out against her blouse, stiff with passion. She wondered if Marylou had noticed that. She hoped not. And yet, in another way, she hoped that the fearless girl had seen how aroused she had become and suspected that Rachel was going to finger-fuck herself. It was darkly thrilling to imagine that.

Rachel would have liked to think that Marylou had also been turned on by the conversation and had gone home for a finger-fucking session. But the girl had only gone to play with her doggy, and that was not very exciting as far as Rachel knew.

Rachel decided that if she was going to enjoy an afternoon hand-job, she might as well make it a good one, long and leisurely, thinking about the things that Marylou had told her as she stroked her cunt. She locked the door, and then, standing in front of the mirror again, she began to take her clothing off.

It was more fun naked.

She opened her blouse and slid it back from her shoulders, arching so that her plump tits were thrust out. Her young tits were not very big, but they were round and firm, and her nipples stood out like a pair of missiles ready to be launched, rosy and tingling. Looking at herself in the mirror, she cupped her tits in her hands, massaging the smooth globes, then pulling at the sensitive, aroused tit tips. She purred happily as a thrill shot through those stiff tit tips and ran down into her groin.

How nice it must be when a boy feels you up, she thought. She was sure that she would come the first time a man played with her tits. She could make herself come that way, too, if she wanted to. But today, she wasn’t in the mood for anything as mild as that. Her pussy was smoldering and needed attention.

Her thumb and fingers drew up her nipple. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips parted. Her pink tongue slid across her mouth. She wished there was a boy there to suck her tits.

Would she dare to suck his cock, in return?

The thought of it caused her mouth to water.

“What’s it like?” she had asked Marylou earlier.

“Yummy,” the lewd girl had said.

Rachel could well believe it.

A prick was the perfect size and shape to fit in a mouth, to be nursed and sucked, and the sexy virgin knew that very soon she was going to have to discover the joy of cock-sucking. With a man, of course.

What other sort of cock could she suck?

She opened her shorts and tugged them down, along with her panties. Naked, she posed before the mirror, turning this way and that and admiring her ripe young body from all angles. She knew that she was sexy. She tried to see herself as a horny young man would. Then, for some unknown reason, she wondered how she had looked to randy Marylou.

She looked at herself in profile, pushing her tits out, thrusting her ass back. It was a lovely ass, she thought, shaped like a teardrop as it swept out from her tiny waist. She turned away from the mirror and looked back over her shoulder, dark hair flowing over one cheek. Placing her hands on the cheeks of her ass, she spread those firm mounds apart so that she could see the taut brown bud of her asshole.

I wonder if anyone will ever shove a prick up my asshole, she thought, finding the idea fascinating. It would be awfully dirty to do a thing like that, and she knew she’d be embarrassed afterward, but she knew it would be fucking exciting, too. Maybe with some total stranger who didn’t even know her name and who she would never see again. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about the guy shooting his mouth off and ruining her reputation. Of course, dogs wouldn’t talk, either, but why on earth should such a thought occur to Rachel?

She ran a finger up the crack of her ass and nudged it gently into her shit chute.

Her hips jolted from side to side.

Wow! Am I ever fucking horny, she thought.

She turned toward the mirror again, dipping from the knees pushing her lean belly out, and parting her thighs so that she could see her pussy in the mirror. Her pubic vee was a dark forest, and lower down, her pink cunt lips had unfurled like the petals of a fleshy flower, revealing the inner cunt meat streaked with pussy nectar. Her clit was standing out like a stump in a swamp.

Oh, shit! If it would feel good to have a guy suck my nipples, just think what it would feel like to have him suck my clit!

She would have to ask Marylou about it.

It didn’t occur to her that Marylou might demonstrate.

Tensing her sleek thighs, the horny teenager humped and pumped, staring at her juicy pussy. She ran her hands up the insides of her thighs, not touching her cunt yet.

A ribbon of cunt juice trickled down her leg.

Rachel jerked and jolted her pelvis in a fucking motion as if she were grinding away with a cock stuck up her. Her cunt was steaming. Creamy pussy juice flooded into the open cunt slot. Rachel flicked her fingertips lightly over her clit and shuddered at the thrill. She took the hot nugget between her thumb and forefinger and tugged, feeling it explode. Rippling waves of pleasure darted through her.

Fucking hell! I’ve never been this fucking hot before, she thought.

Then she began working on her smoldering pussy with both hands. She bunched all four fingers of one hand together in a cock shape and began to finger-fuck her cunt hole.

Her other hand stroked her clit and traced along her unpeeled cunt lips. Her pussy fluttered and rippled. Panting, she slammed her hips forward. Cunt juice soaked her hands.

Her cunt muscles were sucking on her stiff fingers as she fucked in knuckles-deep. The inner rings of her cunt tightened and pulled. Each time she shoved her fingers up her cunt hole, fuck juice seeped out, soaking her hairy crotch, lathering her with foam.

Her head switched from side to side, eyes glazed, lips parted, face contorted by her passion. The long black tresses of her hair cascaded over her cheeks. Her tongue slid across her lower lip, and she moaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she whimpered.

She drew her bunched fingers out of her steaming cunt hole and brought them up to her lips. She wanted to taste her fuck juice. She was so hot that she wanted to do everything possible. She licked at her fingers and her own tasty cunt juice tingled on her taste buds. Then she shoved her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, pretending that they were a prick and that her cunt juice was jism. Creamy ribbons ran across her lips. She slid her fingers in and out, finger-fucking her mouth. When she’d sucked all the pussy juice off, she lowered her hand to her crotch again.

She fucked her fingers up her cunt hole and twisted them about inside her as her cunt muscles contracted. Then she brought them back to her hungry mouth again. She was alternating between finger-fucking her cunt and finger-fucking her mouth. Her fingers went into her mouth lathered with cunt juice and into her cunt glistening with spit.

Her other hand worked steadily on her clit, rubbing and pulling, and massaging. Cunt juice sprayed up into her pussy thicket, gleaming like pearls in the dark forest. The hot stuff was running down her crotch and into the crack of her ass. Her fingers were shoved up her cunt, then into her mouth.

Cunt juice is delicious, she thought, amazed that she should find it so, not being a lesbian, but far too hot and horny to worry about such a mystery.

Her clit was like a detonating cap, ready to ignite the high explosives of her orgasm.

Her fingers fucked up her cunt hole again as her other hand rubbed her stiff clit furiously. She wailed. The crest was almost there. The waves of lust surged through her, rising and coming faster.

“I’m fucking creaming!” she cried.

Her clit went off like a stick of dynamite, and her cunt hole began to melt as she reached the peak. Gasping and shuddering, both hands frigging frantically, the horny teenager gave herself up to the wonderful bliss of a dynamic climax. She hovered there, at the heights, coming and coming. Her cunt opened and flowed, and her clit sparked again and again. She churned her ass and ground her hips and pumped her belly out, and the thrill ripped her apart.

“Fucking hell!” she gasped when at long last, the waves of ecstasy ebbed.

Her whole nubile body was glowing in the aftermath of her coming, and she was soaked with cunt juice from belly to thigh.

She gave her clit a few last rubs to make sure that she had milked off every sweet spasm.

It was the best orgasm the girl had ever had.

Despite her dynamic climax, Rachel wanted to come again. She smiled happily. But then she frowned, not sure why. After a moment, she realized what it was. That coming had been so good that she was sorry it was over.

I’ll rest awhile, then frig off again, she thought.

She staggered to the bed and flopped down on the quilt. Her tits heaved with her labored breathing. She was satisfied, yet she was still flushed with desire.

She wanted to talk to Marylou some more!

Well, why not? The farm girl lived just down the road, and it would be easy enough to stroll over there. Marylou was probably outside, anyhow, throwing sticks for the doggy or something.

That something would have amazed Rachel. And it was sure as hell going to.

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Chapter 4

Rachel got up from the bed and put her clothes back on. But she discovered that her panties were soaking wet and needed to be changed. Then she thought that maybe it would be a good idea to wear a dress, instead of shorts, just in case talking to Marylou made her so horny that she creamed. The cunt juice might run down her thighs, and it would be embarrassing, but a dress would conceal the flow. And she wouldn’t bother to wear any panties under the dress, either. There was no sense in getting another pair sodden.

She selected a cotton dress that she knew made her look sexy, showing off her curves nicely, and she wondered, vaguely, why she wanted to look sexy for another girl.

When she went out, she left the juicy panties on the floor.

That was where the farmer found them.

Clay Turner was a tall, sun-bronzed man with pale-blue eyes and straw-colored hair, and a great big prick.

That prick was hard as a stone now as he lurked beside the house and watched Rachel’s juicy ass sway as she walked past. He’d gotten a hard-on the moment he first set eyes on his sexy young lodger, and his cock seemed to have been hard ever since, although he’d jacked off a couple of times.

Jesus! Did he ever want to stuff his big prick up that sweet little gal’s cunt! He watched her move into the field and was trying to decide if he should jerk off again or fuck his wife.

He decided to jerk off.

His wife, May, was a good-looking woman with big tits and a great ass and nice long legs, but the trouble was that May had such a big, sloppy cunt that Clay could never work up any friction in the fucking thing. His cock was huge, and it puzzled the slow-thinking farmer that he could dip his giant prick into her cunt without seeming to make any contact at all. It was like sticking his cock out the fucking window.

It hadn’t always been that way. When they had first married, May’s cunt had been tight and satisfying. Her pussy had only gotten so sloppy recently, and Clay couldn’t figure it out. He didn’t like to mention it to her, either. She might feel insulted.

She could have told him why her cunt had gotten so loose. But there was no way that she was going to.

Clay was thinking about going into the barn and pumping his spunk into the hay, but then he had a better idea.

He would sneak up to the girl’s room and see if he could find a bra or panties or some other intimate undergarment into which he could spill his fuck juice. It would be like fucking her by proxy.

It was just as well for Clay’s peace of mind that he decided not to go to the barn, although it would have given him the answer to the puzzle about his wife’s expanding cunt.

Clay sneaked up the stairs and went down to Rachel’s room, looking around guiltily. The door wasn’t locked, and he went in, and the first thing he saw right there in the middle of the fucking floor was a pair of sexy bikini panties!

Must be my lucky day, he thought, grinning.

He bent over and picked them up and frowned.

Had she pissed in her panties?

Her panties were soaking wet. But it didn’t feel like piss. The stuff was thicker and creamier and, holy shit!

Holding them up to his face, Clay sniffed.

It was fucking cunt juice! That sexy little piece of ass must have creamed in her fucking panties!

The tall, lean farmer staggered with emotion as that realization came to him. He shoved his nose and mouth into the soaking crotch band, sniffing and licking. Lordy! Her fuck juice was sweet! Clay’s prick was threatening to burst right out through his overalls, and his balls had swelled so much he was bowlegged.

Clay was not an imaginative fellow, but his mind was inspired under such stimulation. He imagined Rachel coming. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think she’d been finger-fucking herself. Her fingers slipped inside those soaking panties.

He wondered what had made the girl horny.

He hoped she had been thinking about him while she played with her creamy cunt and got her rocks off. He didn’t suppose so, but it was a fucking good thought. He lapped hungrily at the residue of her lust, heartily wishing that he was lapping the stuff out of her pussy instead of her panties.

Was she a virgin? Was she a hot little virgin that had to take care of her cunt by herself? Or was she a fucking slut? Did she get fucked a lot? Did she suck cocks, maybe, or get gang-banged by dozens of young studs?

Was her pussy tight?

That, under the circumstances, was meaningful to Clay. He thought about the teenager’s tight pussy as he opened his fly and hauled out his cock and balls. His prick was massive, long, and thick, the underside gnarled by dark veins and the knob flaring out in a great triangle of purple cock meat.

It was a cock that almost any man would envy, man, of course, being the operative word. His cock wasn’t as big as, say, a horse’s cock.

Standing in the center of Rachel’s room, with her soaking panties clamped over his face, Clay wrapped a big hand around the root of his fuck stick and began to pump the big cock rod up and down. The thick cock shaft throbbed mightily in his grip, and his balls swelled with his cum-load. He was pretending that his fist was Rachel’s cunt, her tight, tight cunt.

“Take it, you little tramp!” he rasped. “Oh, you sweet little virgin!”

He was switching his fantasies back and forth between that of a wanton and that of an innocent, but in both instances, he imagined her cunt to be tight as a mouse’s ear.

The crotchband of her panties was soaking with his drool as well as her cunt juice by this time. He wanted to come into her panties. He gave them the last lick, then brought them down and held them around the head of his prick as he pounded merrily away on his cock.

Oh! Suppose she puts them back on, with my fuck juice all over the damned things! Clay staggered at the thought. Her pussy will heat the congealed cum up again, and maybe some of my jizz will run right up her sweet little fuck hole!

His fist flew up and down in a blur. As it rammed down, his fat prick knob ballooned. The thick veins pounded up his cock stalk. His purple cock-head was gleaming, and he was so fucking hot that his prick was burning his hand. A dribble of pre-cum seeped from his piss hole and smeared into her panties, streaking her cunt juice. Another spurt sprayed out and splashed on the floor.

Then his balls blew, and the frenzied man was pouring hot, thick jism into Rachel’s panties. Load after load of the creamy fuck juice squirted from his cock-head as his hand pumped up and down and his haunches heaved, fucking his cock through his fist.

He shot so much jism out that he felt light-headed as if he’d poured blood and brains as well as spunk out of his big prick.

By the time he finished, Rachel’s panties were drenched.

His cock softened from a bar into a long, arching bow and a last drop of spunk fell from the cock tip. But Clay knew damned well that his prick would soon be hard again, as soon as he saw that sexy little lodger or even thought about her bouncy young body and tight, juicy pussy. Then he would have to jerk off again.

Damn! Why was his wife’s pussy so fucking big? Come to think of it, where was May? He hadn’t seen her all morning.

Clay put the girl’s soaking panties back on the floor, fervently hoping that she would wear them again before she washed them, that his fuck juice would get into her cunt second-hand, as it were. He went downstairs. May was nowhere to be found, which puzzled the farmer. He filled his corncob pipe, wondering where she was and why her cunt was so enlarged.

Both of those questions could be answered with the same explanation. May was in the barn, getting fucked by the horse.

The lusty woman had always loved big cocks. The bigger, the better. As a teenage country girl, she had been fucked by nearly every local boy, and she was something of an expert when it came to judging pricks. Early on, she had discovered that the bigger the cock, the better the fucking, as far as she was concerned.

She had never cared much about a man’s fucking technique, nor about preliminary love-play. What she wanted was to have a huge prick fucked up her hairy cunt. The local boys had cocks of varying dimensions, but none big enough to suit her. Once, out of frustration, she had arranged to get gang-banged by six sturdy farmworkers, hoping that maybe quantity would make up for quality. Although she had enjoyed having that meat train run up her tunnel of love, it had not been a proper substitute for the gigantic prick she longed for.

Then Clay had come along.

Clay had been rather shy and had no idea that May was the local punchboard. But as soon as the woman saw the way the front of his trousers bulged out, she lured him into the hayloft. His cock had fulfilled the promise of that bulge. It was the biggest cock that May had ever been fucked by. After he had fucked her, Clay asked her to marry him. He was not a worldly man and fully believed that, with his wit and charm, he had seduced a young maiden and was therefore obligated to make an honest woman out of her. His attitude had amused her. But she had seriously considered his proposal. For one thing, it was unlikely that anyone else would ask her to marry since they all knew she was a tramp, and most of them had already fucked her, anyhow, and could always do so again without the bother of marrying her.

But the main consideration was Clay’s huge cock. May didn’t think she would ever be lucky enough to find a bigger cock. So it was that she had agreed to marry the unsuspecting farmer. She gave him a blowjob, and he gave her an engagement ring, and, over time, they became man and wife.

It hadn’t been a bad marriage.

For starters, May had been quite a faithful wife, not on principle but simply because she knew her husband had the biggest prick around and figured it would be a waste of time to cheat on him.

His cock almost satisfied her.

But not quite.

She still daydreamed about the perfect prick, one that would reach the spots that lesser cocks could not satisfy. Big as Clay’s fucker was, the woman always felt as if the deepest part of her cunt hole wasn’t being used, some mysterious and sensitive area up in the unexplored regions of her loins that had never been full of cock meat.

It left her frustrated yet resigned.

Then came the day when a neighboring farmer brought his mare over to be serviced by Clay’s big roan stallion. May had gone out to watch, quite innocently, and when she saw the size of the stallion’s hard cock she almost fainted! She had to take smelling salts and tell Clay that she was ill. For weeks the woman had thought of nothing else. All her waking thoughts and most of her dreams were centered on that mighty horse-prick.

And in the end, the horny woman knew she would have to try fucking a horse, wicked as it was. So she did. And to her joy, she found out that she had been right all along, that massive horse-prick had fucked into those mysterious depths that had for so long been unsatisfied. May had been getting fucked by the stallion ever since.

And that was where May was now, fucking the horse.

 

To be continued…

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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