She also wanted the jism to squirt on her hot flesh, not her garments.
Marion squirmed out of the jodhpurs, her hips wriggling and her ass swaying as she tugged them down.
She removed her panties, too.
The crotchband 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 Marion 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 Marion… 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 Marion, grinning wickedly, delighted by her own degeneracy, moved around in front of the horse's cockhead.
Marion 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.
Marion'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 anymore 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… Marion 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.
Marion 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! Marion 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 Marion'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 Marion 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.