Maisy was surprised when she managed to get about half of it in, soft. Then, with his cockmeat imbedded in hot pussy, the bull bellowed and his prick began to swell and harden inside her. Maisy gritted her teeth, hoping her hipbones would not fly out of their sockets. As the bull's cock stiffened, she was lifted right off the floor and suspended horizontally on his huge, throbbing fuckshaft. She found out that it was wonderful.
No man had ever filled her like that. The bull's prick was reaching the parts that human pricks could not satisfy. She squirmed and writhed about. Then Maisy got a hold on the rails of the bull's stall, and she began to pull herself up and down, so that her slippery cunt was sliding up and down on his cock in a fucking motion that involved her whole trembling body. She creamed once, then creamed again.
The bull shot his load into her with so much abundance that she felt as if her heart and lungs and kidneys were floating in the stuff.
The next day, she asked Julia over for a demonstration.
Julia, to say the least, was impressed.
Julia never again discredited the value of a fucking bull.
Several years later, the working ranch becoming economically unfeasible as larger breeders took over, Maisy turned her property into a dude ranch, catering to vacationers and holiday guests. She met a lot of people that way. Except with shepherds, Maisy was a friendly girl, and she fucked her male guests as part of the service… and went down on any of the female guests who desired it. She still fucked the bull about once a week.
Today, Maisy was contemplating the possibility of sucking Marion Tremayne's cunt and licking her chops at the thought. Just as Jake had been, Maisy was impressed by Marion's beauty. She knew that Marion had a husband due to join her shortly, but she also knew that a woman alone on holiday is liable to do things that she would never do in her own home town.
She wanted to try it on before Marion's husband arrived.
But although Maisy was a rough and ready cowgirl, she realized that it was wise to use a certain delicacy in these things. If you came right out with it in plain language and asked a woman if she wanted to have her cunt sucked, the woman was likely to be offended. No, subtlety was called for.
Maisy considered various ways and means of working the conversation around to cunts and the sucking thereof. It shouldn't be too hard, she thought. A married woman was used to a steady supply of sex, and if she was away from her husband, she was likely to be feeling horny. She might not be consciously looking for a substitute lover, but her body would be responsive, even if her mind wasn't, at first.
Maisy decided to offer Marion Tremayne a ride on her specially made saddle. It was a very special saddle, indeed. It had a built-in dildo.
Maisy wandered out onto the verandah and looked toward the hills. In the distance, she could see those wretched sheep of Julia's, chomping grass up by the roots. It made her think of Julia's ram. Julia had never dared fuck the bull, but she had allowed Maisy to fuck the ram once. Maisy had, in fact, enjoyed it very much, although she hadn't admitted that to Julia. She had told Julia that it was all right, but that ram prick couldn't holds candle to bull prick. But really, it was every bit as good, if not better. With the bull, there wasn't much easy action. That massive cockmeat stuffed her so full, even when it was only half in her, that it was hard to get into a steady rhythm. It was more a case of the bull holding steady while she squirmed around on his cock, more torque than stroking. But the robust ram's cock, although a lot bigger than a human one, was small enough so that the brute could really bang away, fucking it into her.
Had she not hated sheep, Maisy would have bought herself a ram.
Strangely enough, being an expert rider, Maisy had never been fucked by a horse. It had never occurred to her. Horses were for riding. She had ridden since she was a mere child, long before she had any sexual appetites, and so she had never made the connection between riding a horse and having a horse ride her.
She would have been surprised had she realized that, at that very moment, gorgeous Marion Tremayne was pondering the possibility of getting fucked by a stallion.
Sitting naked in the grass, Marion gazed wistfully at the horse's prick. The horse no longer had an erection, because she had emptied his balls twice – and had a bellyful of spunk to prove it, but even soft his cock was an impressive and tantalizing sight. It hung down from his loins, the pointed prickhead aimed at the ground, the dark meat well polished by Marion's mouth. It had fit into her mouth, she thought. It had been a tight fit, but she had managed to get all of that big slab's head in.
But was her cunt as big as her mouth? That was the question. Marion had never had any reason to consider such a comparison before, and certainly not to measure the dimensions of the two openings. Her mouth and her cunt had both been capable of easily accommodating any human prick that she had encountered and, before this memorable day, Marion had never even dreamed of fucking any animal. She had not even thought of getting fucked by a relatively small-pricked dog, let alone a stallion.
But now, with the flavor of horse cum still lingering sweetly on her tongue, her pussy was smoldering for a load.
It wouldn't hurt to try, she thought.
Well, it might hurt, in the physical sense, but it would be worth a little pain if she managed to get a foot or so of horse prick stuck up her. It would be almost the same as the time that she had let Jim bugger her. The idea had been exciting, and she had readily agreed. She had got down on her hands and knees, and he had knelt behind her, as if he were going to fuck her doggy fashion. But he had fitted the head of his prick into her asshole, instead. At first, it would not go into her tight, brown shitter, but he had persisted. Eventually, her asshole had relaxed and his cockhead had slipped into her. Then he had worked the rest of his prick in inch by inch until it was buried balls-deep in her ass. It had hurt a bit, but it had been well worth it. After a while, he began stroking in and out, his balls swinging in and whacking against her cunt. Then even the slight pain had ebbed away, and Marion had discovered that it was a thrill to get fucked up the asshole.
Maybe it would be like that with a horse.
She gazed at his cockhead, then she spread her legs and gazed down at her pussy. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, and her pussy opened out into an oval slot and that flooded with cuntjuice.
The hole looked big enough… just. She looked at the horse again.
With his cock semi-hard, she guessed that she would be able to stuff his prickhead up her pussy, at least the head and, hopefully, a foot or more of the shaft. It might be a good time to give it a try, now that the horse had already been milked off and wasn't massive with need.
But did she have time?
Even as she wondered about that, she heard Jake returning along the trail. Marion sighed.
She guessed that she would have to put off her attempt to fuck a horse for the moment. She could fuck the boy, instead.
But Marion was determined that, very soon, she was going to try to stuff the horse's cock up her cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
Jake had searched as carefully as he could, his eyes glazed by desire, but he had not, of course, found a watch. Now he rode back, hoping that her offer of gratitude was still valid.
His cock was still hard.
And then he rode into the leafy glade and his jaw dropped open so far that his chin nearly bounced off his breastbone when he saw lovely, leggy Marion Tremayne stark naked on the ground.
Marion gave him a welcoming smile.
Jake was staring so hard at her that he didn't notice that the head of the stallion's prick had been spit-polished, nor that those sweet, smiling lips glistened with a residue of horse cum.