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.
Marion 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.
Marion 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 Marion 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 Marion 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. Marion 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.
Marion 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.
Marion 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. Marion 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.
Marion 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.
Marion 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.
Marion 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 NINE
That evening, Marion was just getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. Marion wondered who it was. She thought that maybe Jake had stopped by her room, hoping to get laid again. The thought was not unpleasant. Marion 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, Marion didn't bother to put anything on.
She opened the door naked and smiling, but it was Maisy who stood there.
Maisy gave Marion 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 Marion's slim, sexy body.
Marion 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 Marion to go for a late night ride? Marion raised her eyebrows questioningly. "May I come in?"