She knew that after he had shot his wad, his prick would soften enough for her to drag her lips off it. That would have been reason enough to want the horse to come in her mouth.
But she wanted to swallow his jism, anyhow.
She sucked and tongued and stroked.
The horse's prick was so stiff that it vibrated.
Suddenly, he snorted, and Marion felt his cockshaft spread as the sap rushed up it. She whimpered and sucked, her hands pumping. His cum hosed her throat.
The hot stuff hit her with such force that, had her mouth not been stuck fast on his cockhead, he would have been blown right off the spurting end on the mighty stream. Her mouth was full of the shiny jism.
She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.
The horse kept coming, wad after wad of jizz hosing into her. There was too much to drink. Creamy ribbons of the stuff overflowed her lips and trickled down her chin, dropping off in heavy nuggets, like quicksilver, that bounced on her upthrust tits. Great waves washed through her cheeks and rivulets ran through her teeth. Her hot tongue was afloat in a slippery tide of cum. Shards of it hung, congealing, from the roof of her mouth and slimy banners slid steadily down her throat. Oh, what a mouthful!
Marion was in seventh heaven as she drank that sweet nectar, sucked for more and got a seemingly unending stream. The horse was coming steadily now, not shooting separate spurts into her mouth but spinning the stuff out in a shiny rope.
Marion gulped with joy.
She gulped and purred, swallowed and sighed. Her whole pretty face was contorted by lust, eyes glazed, cum running out from the corners of her wide-open mouth.
Then, at long last, the beast stopped spurting.
The last drops trickled out onto her flashing tongue.
His cock began to soften and diminish in her mouth. Marion continued to suck gently on his shrinking prickmeat, nursing on it as if it were a huge nipple, milking out every precious drop. When the woman was certain that she had pulled it all out, she slowly drew her lips away from his cockhead and used her tongue to gather up the drops that had escaped her lips and run down the slope of his shaft. She tongued inside his parted cleft, in case any jism remained there, coating the inner walls. She licked it up from her chin. Cupping her fat tits in her hands, she lifted them, then tongued up the cum that had splattered on her tits and nipples. She swallowed every lovely drop.
Then she mouthed his softened knob again, polishing it to a gleaming luster with her tongue and lips.
The horse whinnied softly.
And what about Marion's other end?
Sucking horse prick and drinking horse cum had been wonderful but, of course, it had made her horny. The more she quenched her thirst for jism at one end, the more her pussy cried out for a load of the lust quenching juice.
With her bellyful of jism, her cunt felt woefully neglected and empty. Marion sat back in the grass.
Cuntjuice poured from her open fuckslit.
She decided to wait, naked, for young Jake to return so that she would not have to waste any time before they fucked. She wasn't even going to blow Jake, now. Well, maybe later. At the moment, she had drunk all the cum she could hold, and she needed some big, stiff prick stuffed up her steaming cunt. And thinking of big, stiff prick…
Naturally, Marion began to wonder if her pussy could accommodate that massive horse cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
If Marion had only known it, she could have asked Maisy Dawson about the elasticity of a cunt.
Maisy was the woman who owned the dude ranch and Maisy knew all about animals, and about the amazing dimensions to which a horny girl's pussy could be stretched. The dude ranch had been a proper, working ranch when Maisy had inherited it from her daddy, who had died from over-exertion in a Mexican whorehouse. Maisy had been young and foolish at the time. The ranch nearest to her property was owned by shepherds, and Maisy bitterly resented them for running what she called woolly maggots on the free range. The days of the cattlemen-sheepmen wars were long since ended and even Maisy's rcently departed daddy had not carried on a feud with the shepherds, but Maisy was a traditionalist. She believed in beef cattle, and she hated sheep and shepherds. If it had been a hundred years earlier in history, the young ranch owner might well have hired a few gunmen to act as regulators and had a few shepherds lynched. But she couldn't do that in our modern, enlightened times… when only governments are allowed to behave barbaricly. So she was frustrated and she simmered with pent-up anger.
One day, Maisy had gone into the Silver Palace Saloon to rinse down the dust in her throat. She was wearing jeans, a vest, a Stetson and boots, none of which detracted one little bit from the fact that Maisy had a spectacular body, with big tits, wide hips and an ass like a grindstone. Her long, blonde hair trailed out from her hat and, since her shirt was mostly unbuttoned, her huge tits stuck out, too. She got an elbow on the bar, shot one hip out, planted one boot on the brass ran and called for whisky.
Maisy belted two or three shots down. Then in came a shepherdess!
The shepherdess was as womanly and sexy as Maisy, but she wasn't dressed as well, since she wore a sheepskin jacket, and her bulky boots were caked with sheep shit.
She strode to the bar and ordered a beer.
Maisy and the shepherdess glared at each other with such mutual hatred that all the male customers trembled.
Maisy recalled a line she had heard in countless cowboy films.
"Something stinks in here," she said. She wrinkled her nose.
"Smells like sheep, to me," she added.
Well, soon enough, the cowgirl and the shepherdess were rolling on the floor, pulling each other's hair and gouging each other's eyes, spitting and slapping and biting.
At that point, one thing led to another thing.
Their struggles became less violent, until they were caressing each other, more than fighting. Both horny women had discovered that another woman's body was sexy to maul and squeeze and nibble and, although they were deadly enemies by tradition, they wound up sucking each other's cunts on the barroom floor… which thrilled the locals even more than the fight did.
After that day, Maisy and Julia, the shepherdess, had a sort of love-hate relationship.
They despised each other for the stock they bred.
But they frequently got together for some mutual cuntsucking, honoring a truce long enough to get their rocks off.
After they both creamed, they would argue some more.
One day, Maisy said: "What good is a fucking sheep?"
And Julia had replied: "Now that you mention it, fucking is what a sheep's good for, I got me an old ram that throws a powerful mean fuck up my cunt, Maisy… so there!" Maisy was stunned speechless for a moment. It had never dawned on her that Julia was getting balled by a ram. But Maisy, a confirmed cowgirl was determined to uphold the honor of her stock.
"That's nothing," she sneered. "Shit, a ram ain't got a cock but so big!" And she held her hands out about three feet apart. "Now, I got me an old bull with a whang this big!" Out shot her arms, fully extended. Julia sneered, in turn.
"What good's a cock that big, you beef-breeding asshole?" she asked. "No gal can take that much prickmeat… even a sloppy cunted old cowgirl like you, though I must say you do have a pussy like a cow!"
"You calling me a liar?" snarled Maisy.
"I am! A cow-cunted liar, to boot."
Well, Maisy just had to prove Julia wrong. She stormed off to the ranch and, that very afternoon, began practicing to take a load of bull prick up her cunt. She started with chunks of firewood, prying and levering at her fuckslit to make it bigger and to get the pliable walls used to being stretched. When she figured she was ready for it, she marched out to the barn, gripped the prime bull by the ring in his nose and began to stuff his prick up her cunt.