"Keep licking, Shawn!"
He rimmed her open asshole, licking off the jelly-like globs of his own cum. He flicked his tongue up and down her enormously swollen crotchlips, sampling her deliciously tart female juices. As he blew her, he pumped his cock. He could get off easily this way, and he could get off quick. Not yet, though. He withdrew his tongue again.
"Crawl, filly. Take a sniff of that big boy's cock. Go on, crawl." He licked up her asscrack, then withdrew his tongue again. "You want me to keep licking, then you crawl."
Cindy could have screamed. Her entire ass throbbed, both her fuckholes saturated with an itch that wouldn't quit. She'd never felt so helplessly horny. She had to feel more of Shawn's hot tongue. She'd do anything to keep him licking her. She crawled.
"Lean close and sniff it," Shawn said. "Get the scent."
Cindy didn't have to lean close. She could smell the horse-cock already, and the smell repulsed her. Strangely though, instead of pulling away in disgust, she found herself leaning closer, sniffing harder. Foul as it was, there was an attraction in that bestial scent.
"That's it, honey crotch, just take your time and look it over. Get a good whiff of it."
Shawn rimmed his stepsister's tasty asshole, licked out her seething cunt, sucked on her wiggling little clit – all the while keeping his eye on her as she inspected Sawgrass' cock. He'd introduced a lot of girls to stallions, and he knew that once they got a whiff of horse-dick, once they got turned on by the size of a stallion's cock, they were hooked. And once they were hooked, they'd do anything with the horse – suck it, fuck it, kiss its asshole – anything!
Cindy's cunt throbbed faster as she sniffed the horse-cock. Her asshole throbbed too, leaking Shawn's cum. He didn't like to waste cum, so he didn't mind licking up the juices that oozed from Cindy's fuckholes. He looked at swallowing his own cum as a kind of recycling. He imagined the cum returning straight to his balls so it could be ejected again, and that feeling he got when he shot cum was what life was all about.
"Take a feel of it. Sawgrass loves the feel of a girl's hands on his prick."
"Lick me!" Cindy said. "Lick my pussy!" She wiggled her throbbing ass, unable to get enough of the feel of her stepbrother's tongue on her crotch, on her asshole.
As Shawn's tongue slipped up her cunt, she got slapped in the face by a wild flex of the stallion's cock. Dizzy, getting more delirious by the moment, she grabbed the big horse-dick and started to rub her hands up and down it. The stallion grunted, thrusting, and his cockhead seared her tits, smeared thick fucklube on them. Her right cherrylike nipple, frosted with warm lube, tingled and itched. She squeezed the horse-cock harder, milking it. Lube dripped from the wide-open pisshole of the beast.
She wanted to suck it, suck that big horse-cock, taste that hot lube. She had to be crazy, she knew, but it's what she really wanted to do. Shawn's tongue was doing it to her, was making her so hot that she was losing all control, was losing her mind.
"Suck it," Shawn said. "You already sucked off Samson, a fucking dog. Horses taste better than dogs. They got good-tasting pricks. At least, that's what all the girls say."
All the girls? All what girls? Cindy imagined hundreds of naked girls, probably Shawn's schoolmates, all of them on their knees under stallions, all of them sucking horse-cocks. The image turned her on that last bit she needed to allow her to let go and go for it. She started to lap at the wet head of the stallion's cock.
The horse whinnied, thrusting his cock between her hands. She lapped all over his cockhead, up and down the veiny shaft. The taste of bestial cock rubbed off on her tongue, filled her mouth. She drooled, the lust pounding through her body. As Shawn rammed his tongue up her asshole, licking her out deep, she pressed her open mouth to the end of the horse's cock.
A wild pulsation shook the stallion's prick. Hot lube filled her mouth and she drank it. Her lips almost tearing, her jaws almost dislocating, she forced her mouth down, down, devouring the gigantic cock inch by inch, licking it, sucking it.
The eyes of the snorting beast glazed over. His flanks quivered. He thrust, grinding his cock in Cindy's throat, choking her.
Cindy held on, jerking the beast off as she blew him. Her head bobbed slowly, her thinly stretched lips sliding up and down the veiny prick, the flow of her warm spit drenching it.
Shawn pulled his tongue out of her asshole. "Suck that horse, baby! He loves it, yeah!"
As the boy rammed his tongue up Cindy's cunt, Cindy forced her own tongue up the pisshole of the stallion. Electricity shot through his gigantic cock and the stallion reared up. Cindy was nearly lifted off the ground.
"Suck him off!" Shawn groaned, beating himself off as he slurped at Cindy's asshole and cunt. "Drink his cum!"
Cindy tongue-fucked the stallion's pisshole. She churned her juicing crotch and ass in Shawn's face. Her hands slid up and down. Her mouth sucked. The stallion's eyes rolled wildly and he reared up again.
Horsecum exploded into Cindy's mouth.
"Oh Christ!" Shawn said, watching his step-sister glug down horsecum.
A jolt went through his body and he shot off against the backs of Cindy's legs. He plunged his face back into her seething ass and groaned, eating her out.
Cindy's eyes rolled back as the fuck-itch overwhelmed her. As her loins went into violent spasms, she choked on another throatful of horsecum. Boiling jizz bubbled from her mouth and drenched her tits. More horsejizz shot into her throat.
She gagged as she swallowed, but her gagging only served to intensify her pleasure. The stallion pumped stream after stream of horse jizz into her mouth, and she guzzled it down, her body wracked with wonderful toe-curling spasms, a whining groan bubbling deep in her throat.
The horse shot jism down her gullet. Shawn shot jism on the backs of her legs. She rubbed her spasming crotch in Shawn's biting, sucking, slurping mouth. They were three animals, three writhing animals in the grip of orgasmic ecstasy. The sounds that escaped their three throats were hardly distinguishable from one other.
When it was finally over, Sawgrass immediately started munching grass to restore his strength. His spent cock dangled full-length for several seconds, nearly dragging on the ground, then slowly shortened and slipped back into its sheath. Cindy and Shawn sat beside the horse, catching their breaths as they watched his prick deflate and retract.
"You've got horse-jizz all over your tits," Shawn said. "And my cum all over the backs of your legs. What a fucking mess you are, horse-sucker!"
"Talk about a mess, you oughta see your own face," Cindy said.
The boy had cunt-hairs stuck all over his lips and chin. Pussyjuice and cum had leaked down his neck. With a wicked smile, which revealed more cunt-hairs caught between his square white teeth, Shawn grabbed Cindy and started rubbing the cum into her flesh. She rolled in the grass, squirming and giggling. Shawn's insatiable cock swelled against her. Her pussy began to pulse. She was dying for a good fuck!
CHAPTER EIGHT
She was different now. Something had changed inside her. Something had happened inside her to make her change. It was as if something had snapped, something had broken, and her guilt had been released and banished, or possibly transformed, changed from guilt to desire, from guilt to lust. She had sucked cocks, had sucked the cocks of a young man, of a teenage boy, of a dog, of a stallion, and miraculously, she felt no disgust, no guilt, felt only desire, desire to suck more cock, especially the cock of her stepfather, Buck Morgan, who kept glancing her way now as he tended the steaks on the grill.
Cindy and Buck and Gale were together behind the ranch house as the sun was setting over the everglades.
"Don't drink too fast, darling," said Gale Morgan. "Buck will just fill up your glass again to get you good and drunk. And once you're drunk, there's no telling what Buck might do with you."