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, Marion 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.
Marion 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. Marion 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.
Marion 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, Marion 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.
Marion'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.
Marion 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 Marion also looked stunned, amazed by what she had done… and amazed at how thrilling it had been!
CHAPTER TWO
Marion'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.
Marion stared at the stuff.
The flavor of horse cum still lingered on her taste buds, kept hot by her saliva.
Marion 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 Marion 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 Marion. 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.
Marion 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!
Marion was thinking fast and hard.
And she came up with a plan…
Marion Tremayne 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 Marion 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 Marion 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 Marion's own system was on overload.