David Crane
Sisters love horses
CHAPTER ONE
The blonde teenager came galloping across the meadow, riding bareback on her sturdy pony. It was a sturdy Welsh mountain pony, shaggy-coated and broad across the haunches, with a flowing mane tumbling over its arched neck and a silken tail switching as it jogged along. The pony's name was Buck. It was a stallion.
The girl's name was Bonny Harper. She was very young, but nubile for her age, her prematurely developed curves nicely emphasized by what little clothing she wore. Her white cotton tee shirt was tight, molded to the contours of her plump tits, and showing the imprint of her taut nipples in twin peaks. Her firm tit-globes bounced saucily to the pony's stride. She wore a pair of faded, cut-off jeans that were so snug they might have been painted on her loins, and were cut off so very short that they had no legs at all – just a triangle of denim stretched across her hips and clinging to her ass. She was barefoot. Her legs were long and slim and shapely, wrapped around the pony's flanks. Her pert ass shifted easily with the animal's jolting gait, and her crotch, barely covered by the crotchband of her shorts, squirmed around on the pony's broad back.
Bonny had long blonde hair, streaked by the sun into shades of amber and gold and honey. Her eyes were blue and wide, and she had a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. They gave the girl an air of youthful innocence. But her mouth was wide and full and sensual and not at all innocent. She was smiling with the pleasure of riding – and perhaps in anticipation of a different, less wholesome, pleasure that would follow that ride.
Bonny was a most desirable and exciting sight as she jogged her pony across the fields.
Her father certainly thought so.
Jake Harper was a gentleman farmer, having moved from the city some time ago to find a more peaceful life. He worked the farm with the hired help, however, never getting his own hands into the soil. At the moment, he was strolling across the field beside the lane, smoking a pipe and wearing a tweed jacket and twill trousers, his only concession to being a farmer was the rubber boots he wore because of the cow shit. Pipe smoke trailed behind him on the still, fresh air and Jake was feeling content, pleased that he had left the bustle of the city behind him.
Then he saw his daughter jogging down the lane and he no longer felt so content.
Jake felt disturbed – and aroused.
He had not failed to notice how nubile his daughter had recently become, and he had been troubled by incestuous fantasies concerning the girl. He felt embarrassed and ashamed of these depraved yearnings, but he could not deny them – nor could he deny the stirring he felt in his cock and balls whenever he looked at Bonny nowadays.
As she rode past, Bonny saw her daddy and waved to him, smiling. He waved back, but his return smile was strained. He clenched his pipe stem more firmly in his teeth and, when the girl was past, shook his head as if bewildered. When she had raised her hand to wave, her tee shirt had stretched tightly across her bouncing tits, revealing the stiffness of her nipples and now, gazing after her departing form, Jake watched her heart-shaped ass bob around on the horse. He saw that her shorts were so tight that little half-moons of her ass-cheeks showed. He thought he had even detected a few wisps of curly pubic hair coiling out from those chopped-off legholes. The crotchband of her shorts had been damp, too. Jake felt sure that it was only sweat, or lather from the pony's back, but it was exciting, nevertheless.
His cock began to rise, jamming into his cavalry twill trousers, and his balls started to swell. Jake puffed furiously on his pipe and watched Bonny ride away, her long blonde hair streaming out behind her like the pony's tail, and her delectable little ass bouncing and wriggling delightfully. Her slender, well-muscled thighs clutched the animal's flanks, tensing and relaxing and as she maintained her seat. Jake wondered what the girl would look like naked. He hadn't seen her bare in several years, since before those plump tits had begun to thrust out, and when her ass had been flat, not so maddeningly rounded. Despite himself, Jake lusted for a sight of the girl's naked body.
Maybe he could walk in on her in the bath or shower, or when she was changing her clothing, he considered. Maybe, pretending it was accidental, he could get a look at her ass and tits and crotch. He blushed at the thought, ashamed of himself. But he told himself there was no harm in just looking, determined that he would never actually do anything to the sexy nymphet. It wasn't really so wicked just to pretend, as long as he never actually touched her, right?
His jaw seemed to be connected to his cock. As his prick rose up into an iron-hard rod, his teeth clamped more tightly on the stem of his pipe, the muscles taut along his lean jaw. Bonny was out of sight now, having turned along the twisting lane, but her image stayed in his mind and his hard-on persisted. Jake – and he felt sheepish about it – had often jerked off while he thought about Bonny. He had also pretended he was fucking Bonny when he was fucking Martha, his wife. Now, with his balls bloated and his prick pounding like a jack-hammer, the frustrated father considered returning to the farm house and taking his wife to bed. He knew that Martha would be willing – she always was. But it presented a tactical problem. To get back to the house he would have to cross the fields where his hired hand was working and his hard-on was so visible and prominent that he was embarrassed to be seen.
He willed his cock to shrink and soften.
The damned thing swelled and hardened. So much blood was rushing into his cock that Jake felt light-headed.
He had to reduce that hard-on somehow and the only way he could do was to empty his balls.
Jake always felt ashamed when he jacked off, being a happily married man with a sexy and agreeable wife. But under the circumstances he felt that he had no choice. Shameful or not, it always felt good, too, when he milked his prick thinking about Bonny.
He reached down and cupped a hand over his bulging groin. His cock rippled and flared, bucking like a bronco, demanding release from the prison of his fly. He rubbed his prick and grimaced at the fiery sensation shooting through his loins, and the visions that danced in his mind. He sighed, resigned to necessity. Still smoking his pipe – he had forgotten that it was clenched in his teeth – he moved toward the shelter of a fringe of pine trees that bordered the dirt lane. Standing in the shadows, he looked all around to make sure that he was hidden from sight. Then he opened his fly and his prick came charging out like a maddened bull into the bull ring, his cockstalk falling into his open palm. He gritted his teeth. He was panting now, and as he breathed heavily the clouds of pipe smoke came out furiously. His big, purple cockhead was smoking-hot, too.
He lifted his cock in his open hand, as if judging the weight. Then he reached down and hauled his swollen balls out, freeing all of his formidable prick. As he rubbed his balls, he could feel the jism slosh around, and they began to ache.
His hand slid up again, and he shifted his thumb back and forth against the sensitive spot where his cockhead flared out from his cockstalk and then dark, pulsing vein that seamed the underside of his prick spread out into his wedge-shaped cock-knob.
He was pretending that it was his daughter's hot tongue fluttering against his cockhead.
Then he closed his hand into a fist and slid it lightly, skimming up and down his cockshaft. He groaned and grimaced. Pipe smoke poured out like steam and his prick throbbed mightily. He clamped his fist tighter and began to pump his prick up and down. The foreskin curled up over the edge of his cockhead as his hand jerked up, then was dragged back as he pumped toward his balls and skinned the head of his cock into a naked, glowing hot slab of prick-meat.
Jake was making believe that the circle of his closed hand was his daughter's cunthole.
He cupped his balls in his free hand and his ass began to grind and corkscrew in a fucking movement as he drove his iron-hard cock through his stroking fist. A glob of preliminary spunk oozed from his gaping pisshole and ran sluggishly down his prick-knob. His fist skimmed faster over the slimy lubrication.
"Fuck me, Bonny!" he muttered, lost to his wild, incestuous dreams. "Whip your sweet pussy onto my cock…"
His eyes were closed. Her image was concrete in his mind. He thought of her sensual lips and nimble tongue and rasped: "Suck me off, girl…"
Then he remembered her sweet ass and mumbled: "Yeah! Grind that fucker!"
His whole body began to tremble and shake as the thrill built up in his loins. Visions of plump young tits and juicy cunts and trim little asses surged madly through his thoughts. More spunk squeezed out. The head of his cock was soaking now, the dark purple cockmeat streamed and lathered with frothy white cum. Thick drops flew off and fell to the ground as he jerked on his prick.
He was about to come. A spasm shook him and his jaw dropped open. The smoldering pipe fell unheeded to the earth. A moment later, a glob of cum fell onto the hot bowl, steaming in the air. His pisshole was streaming freely now and his balls had swelled like over-inflated balloons.
Suddenly his loaded balls erupted. As his fist pumped down, he felt his cockshaft expand. The cream rushed up and a split second later a great spurt of cum shot from his prick-knob, rising through the air and then falling down and splattering on the fertile field. A second wad erupted from his cock and rose straight up, hanging suspended for a moment, a silvery rocket of slime hovering before his chest, then splashed back onto his rubber boots. The stuff ran down the black rubber like quicksilver.
Still thinking of his daughter's mouth and cunt and ass, Jake pumped his prick off to the dregs. Spurt after spurt ripped out and then, as the pressure was relieved, the last of his fuck-juice came out in a mere trickle, running down his prick and pooling up on the web between his thumb and forefinger.
Jake kept frigging his prick until he was sure that he had pumped out every drop. His fist slowed, then halted, clutching his cock at the roots. He staggered, weak-legged and spent.
His balls slowly subsided and his cock turned to rubber. But it didn't go completely soft. Jake was a potent man and one handjob wasn't enough to completely diminish his desire – especially not when he had been thinking about his daughter.
He looked down at the ground and smiled wryly. His creamy cum was splattered all over the place. He shook his semi-hard prick and a few drops of slime sprayed from his cockhead. He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the remaining scum from his prickshaft, not wanting any incriminating evidence lingering on his cock for his wife to find. Then he folded his cock back into his fly. Still not really limp, the fat prick resisted, and he grimaced as he jammed it forcibly back into his trousers and zippered them up. He stared down. A definite bulge was still evident in his groin, but it was not nearly as huge and prominent as it had been before he'd unloaded his balls and it wasn't throbbing and pulsating so noticeably. He guessed that he could get back to the house without attracting the attention of the hired hand – back to the house where his ever-ready wife was waiting.
Jake, not content with his handjob, was eager to get home and stuff his cock into Martha's hot cunt. And he knew that, when he did so, he was going to close his eyes and make believe that it was his sexy young daughter's pussy he was pounding into.
Still shaky and weak-kneed, Jake wandered out from the shelter of the pine trees and headed for the house. As he walked, his balls were already starting to recharge themselves and to refill with a new load of fuckjuice.
He was still thinking about his bouncy, nubile daughter, lusting for her and ashamed of his lust.
Jake would have lusted even more if he had known how naughty his little girl could be – and was being, at that very moment…
CHAPTER TWO
Bonny Harper was still a virgin, but that was a condition that the girl fully intended to terminate at the first opportunity. She was practical about it, with no desire to save her cherry for marriage or for the right man. She simply wanted to get laid. Any guy would do, she figured, as long as he had a big, hard cock. If she had lived in the city, Bonny would probably have been screwed by this time, but in the isolated countryside the selection of eligible young men was scant and although she'd been flirting lasciviously with the hired hand, he hadn't yet made a move in return. No doubt he was worried that he would lose his job if her father found out.
Bonny had been finger fucking herself for about a year, having discovered the pleasure of her hand by accident one day, while soaping her crotch in the bathtub. She enjoyed it a great deal, and did it with regularity – at least once a day and often more. She frigged her cunt to a foamy cum first thing in the morning, as a rule, when she was still groggy from sleep, and often she went to sleep at night with her hands still clamped over her soaking pussy. She seldom took a bath without enjoying an underwater handjob, remembering how she had first discovered the joys of self-induced coming. But, as much as she enjoyed it, the sexy teenager was becoming bored with handjobs and was ready for some stiff prick. Then she discovered a brand-new thrill.
It had happened the first time that she rode her pony bareback. Bonny hadn't even been thinking naughty thoughts, she had simply been jogging along on Buck's broad back when all of a sudden, her cunt started to simmer, then smolder. She had wrapped her slender thighs tightly around his powerful, sweat-lathered body and squirmed her crotch up and down along the ridge of his spine until, gasping, she creamed. It had been so wonderful that she could hardly wait for her next ride.
Just at the moment her father was beating his cock thinking about Bonny, the girl was wriggling happily around on Buck's back. She had started to squirm the moment the bend in the lane had taken her out of sight of the field, moving sinuously and slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasant build-up before the creamy conclusion.
Her thighs tensed and her ass churned. She clung to the pony's flowing mane, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, her pretty face transfigured to a mask of pure passion. She wasn't wearing any panties under her tiny denim shorts and the crotchband of those shorts was sodden. The material was dragged into the vee of her crotch as if by the suction of her cunt-hole, and her hairy, pink cuntlips were gaping open, pushing free of the band. Frothy white cuntjuice trickled down the insides of her thighs like a string of pearls.
Buck tossed his head up and snorted, his soft nostrils flaring and his eyes wild and white. He sniffed, scenting the girl's arousal and, being a stallion, started to get aroused himself. He trotted more slowly, his gait faltering as Bonny rubbed her crotch up and down along his ridged backbone.
A ribbon of pussy juice slid from Bonny's steaming cunt and poured down the pony's back. The hot slime was drenching her shorts and seeping through the denim, making the animal's back slippery and Bonny slid up and down on that lubrication, moaning softly as her wonderful sensations rose towards their peak.
Waves of joy rushed across her belly and shot like electric currents up her thighs.
"Oh!" she gasped as a spasm shook her.
Her taut, swollen clit detonated, setting off a juicy explosion in the depths of her fuckhole. The blonde girl jerked about spasmodically, rubbing her cunt furiously up and down the pony's heaving back. She bowed over his arched back, then threw her head and shoulders back, her long blonde hair tumbling. The waves of her climax came higher and faster, rushing one upon the other so fast that they were blending into one prolonged peak. Her whole nubile body was vibrating, her plump tits bobbing up and down, her trim ass grinding.
Cuntjuice flooded over the pony's back and dripped down his flanks. Buck whinnied and came to a halt. Bonny continued to rub her groin against him, working her climax off to the dregs as the muscular animal stood rigid under her jerking body. The dumb animal wasn't quite sure what was happening, but he knew it was exciting.
Buck twisted his head around, his thick neck coiling. His red tongue came out and he slurped at the cuntjuice that was running down his side. Bonny gasped when she saw her pussy cream slide onto the pony's long, wet tongue. It thrilled her so much that another spasm jolted her loins and another river of cunt juice bubbled out. The frenzied pony lapped it up greedily.
"You like that, do you, boy?" Bonny murmured.
Buck whinnied, prancing under her, tossing her lithe body around. His flanks heaved between her gripping thighs. The last wave creamed in her cunt and Bonny whimpered with the thrill of it. She leaned forward over the pony's withers, a dreamy smile on her lips.
Then she looked down and saw that Buck was getting a hard on. Bonny tilted sideways on his back, gazing under him, fascinated. His prick was long and thick and getting longer and thicker by the moment, the huge cock extending in a series of jolts, and rising up to the horizontal. His naked black cockhead came sliding out from its leathery sheath, a massive slab of smoking hot cockmeat.
"Holy shit!" Bonny gasped.
She leaned closer, one knee hooked over his back, staring in awe at his gigantic cock. She shook her head as if in disbelief. Buck snorted and tossed his head about wildly. Slowly, the dreamy smile on Bonny's sensual lips changed to a wicked grin.
She leaned right out over the pony's flank, like an Indian shielding himself from a wagon train's guns, one thigh hooked across his back and the other leg sliding under him. She rubbed her instep and ankle slowly up and down the animal's cocksaft. The fat prick throbbed against her foot and Bonny whimpered. She fluttered her toes against the flaring wedge of his naked black cockhead and watched the huge prick pump in and out like an inhaling lung.
Bonny was wondering: Should she jerk the pony off?
She sort of owed him a favor. After all, she'd creamed on his back and by doing so, had caused that huge hard on, so she was sort of responsible for dealing with it. Then, too, she reasoned, it would be too embarrassing to bring the pony home in that aroused condition, and how could she make his cock soft again, unless she emptied his balls? These were justifiable reasons, certainly, but they weren't really the main reason – which was that naughty Bonny wanted to jerk the pony off! Her hands were itching for a feel of that hard, hot prickmeat and she was longing to have it throbbing in her grip, and then to see all that hot, thick horse cum spurt out of his pisshole. It was kind of naughty, she figured, but it was all the more exciting because of that. And it wasn't really wicked, not as if she was fucking him or sucking him off, she reasoned. She would never do that, would she?
Bonny slid gracefully off the pony's slippery back. His head turned and he gazed at her expectantly. Being only a dumb brute, Buck didn't know that it was naughty for little girls to jerk off animals and of course he didn't even know what a handjob was. But he was going to find out.
Bonny stroked the excited pony's arched neck and ran her fingers through his silken mane. The horse snorted and nuzzled his soft, moist snout against the girl's cheek. His haunches were rippling with muscle, pushing his prick in and out under his belly. Bonny had just creamed and yet she was hotter than ever, totally thrilled by her naughty intentions, her imagination sparking with lust, her pussy steaming again. She grasped Buck by the mane and led him off the path, into the wooded fringe that offered them sufficient concealment. The pony stepped along willingly beside her, his head going up and down. His cock was jutting out so straight and stiff that he seemed to be striding along a fence.
Bonny halted in the dappled shadow of the trees and gazed at the pony's cock and balls again, her pretty face radiant with desire. His prick pulsated as if her hot gaze had physically caressed his meat and he pawed at the earth with one hind hoof. Bonny slid her open hand down the horse's sweat-soaked flank, then paused before she touched his cock. His balls were so huge that she knew he would be shooting fuck-juice all over the place when he came, and she didn't want to get her clothing soaked with slimy pony cum. Anyhow, it would be more naughty, and more exciting to be naked when she jacked the brute off.
Stepping back, Bonny drew her tight tee shirt up and over her head. Her blonde hair cascaded and her firm tits swayed, freed from the cotton confinement. Her nipples were so stiff and vibrant that they stood out like little pink rockets ready to be launched.
Buck pushed his broad head out and nuzzled his silken snout against her tits, neighing softly. His breath, warm and moist, billowed over her plump mounds and Bonny trembled. She squirmed against the pony's nose, stroking his neck. Then she stepped back and unsnapped the waistband of her denim shorts. The pony eyed her speculatively, his nose twitching. Bonny drew the zipper down and her shorts fell open, exposing the golden triangle of her cunt mound. Buck's nostrils flared. He snorted and stamped, confused by this novel situation and yet sensing with his bestial instincts that something very pleasant was about to happen to him.
Squirming her ass and hips, Bonny slowly tugged her tight-fitting shorts down. She stepped out of them. As she raised her knee to do so, her juicy cunt was revealed, and the pony whimpered as the sweet fragrance wafted over him. The girl's cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy pink blossom, her pussy-slit opening into an oval slot that was streaked with creamy cuntjuice. Her taut clit stood out, firm and throbbing. She stood with her legs wide-spread, her hands on her hips and her belly thrust out.
Buck stepped closer, his whole muscular body trembling. He lowered his head and his moist nostrils blew against her pubic thicket. Bonny rose onto her tiptoes and grasped the horny horse by the mane, shoving her crotch right against his snout.
Buck sniffed and snorted. He was being driven wild by the aromatic scent of the girl's arousal. He began to bob his head up and down like a rocking horse, sliding his nose through her creamy pussy. His long, nimble tongue pushed out and he lapped at the succulent cunt-slit, dragging his tongue across her clit. Horsey slobber bubbled into her gaping fuckhole, streaking her cuntjuice with frothy foam. Cunt-juice and pony saliva poured down the insides of her thighs and Bonny moaned, whipping her ass from side to side and grinding her groin against his snout. His nostrils rippled in her fuckslot as he rubbed his muzzle around. Bonny gasped and her pelvis jerked as the animal's long wet tongue stabbed right up inside her smoldering cream-drenched pussy.
Bonny was longing to get her hands on the pony's iron-hard prick. She was yearning to milk him off, but she couldn't bring herself to drag her steaming pussy off the beast's warm muzzle. Her crotch seemed to be glued to him by a paste of cuntjuice and saliva. She gripped his mane with both hands, her fists entwined in the flowing strands, and moved his head around as she jerked her cunt against him. She lifted one knee then the other, shifting her weight. Buck had gone tongue-crazy by this time, slurping and lapping frantically. His tongue shot into her and flicked out, dripping with creamy pussy-nectar. Cuntjuice drenched his soft muzzle and streaked his chin.
"Oh, yeah – lap my cunt, Buck!" Bonny rasped, hardly able to believe how wonderful it felt to have a pony's long, hot tongue stabbing into her soaking cunt-hole and lapping at her tingling clit.
She leaned backwards, clinging to his mane for support as she tilted her crotch higher. Buck's tongue slid out, running up the crack of her ass, through her wide-spread cuntlips, across her clit and on up, flicking her curly cunt mound and spraying pussy cream onto her slim belly. Her hips shot out from side to side and she gurgled with the joy of it.
"Lap it up, boy," she whimpered. "Lick me off…"
The pony dutifully and willingly continued to slap his tongue into her creamy cunt, snorting and blowing hot, horsey breath right up her fuckhole. Her clit rippled and throbbed, vibrating like a tuning fork. The walls of her cunt-hole were seeping, and cuntjuice poured onto the horse's tongue in creamy ribbons, further exciting the horny brute as the delicious stuff soaked into his sensitive tastebuds.
Her cuntlips were unfolded so widely now that they were clamped around the pony's twitching muzzle, and he seemed to be trying to shove his snout right up her fuck tunnel. Clinging to his mane, the lithe girl was riding his head, her trim thighs rippling with muscle as if she were riding at a trot. Then she jerked faster, cantering, ready to break into a gallop. Another creamy crest was building up in her belly as she jolted against the pony with a fucking motion, whimpering and moaning with her depraved delight.
Buck was humping, shoving his prick in and out just as if he was stuck up a cunt. His prick was so long that the naked black prick-knob reached up to his chest as his haunches heaved. His hot cock bumped against Bonny's knee. His pisshole had started to weep and a slippery flow of preliminary spunk soaked her leg. Feeling hot, thick horse-jism trickle onto her flesh, Bonny wailed, more eager than ever to pump all that precious fuckjuice from his cock and balls, so hot that she had to cream herself first. Working towards that end, the naughty teenager whipped her steaming pussy furiously against the pony's slurping tongue and rippling nostrils.
Her legs began to shake violently. Her belly heaved up and her ass jolted in and out as her hips ground against the brute. His tongue lashed at her pussy, spooning cuntjuice out like a soft ladle stirring a creamy bowl.
"Jesus – my cunt is melting!" Bonny gasped.
As if he understood her words, Buck slammed his tongue deeply up Bonny's pussy-slot as her climax ripped through her. Waves of joy higher and more intense than any the girl had ever known before coursed through her loins. Streams of cuntjuice lathered her crotch up and down into the crack of her taut little ass as Buck's long tongue slid after those delicious foaming rivers, slurping her juices back up. Spasm after spasm shook the trembling girl as her clit and cunt went off like a machine gun, peak rushing upon peak. Then the separate crests melted into one tremendous orgasm and Bonny cried out with abandon. The prolonged thrill caused her to shake spasmodically. The girl felt as if her whole body was melting, her blood and bones and brain all turning into cunt-juice and pouring from her fuckhole.
As the wild thrill finally ebbed, Bonny had to hold tight to Buck's mane to keep from collapsing. Buck kept on lapping away, finishing the succulent feast despite the fact that his neglected prick was hammering for attention. Bonny rode his slurping tongue for a few more moments, making sure that she had worked off every spasm and milked off every juicy drop. His big tongue lapped it all up, replacing her cunt cream with pony slobber.
Bonny staggered backwards. The horse's muzzle was clamped to her cunt so firmly that as she dragged away, her cuntlips were pulled out then jerked free with a loud, moist, slurping sound. Bonny took two steps backwards and sank to the ground, panting and gasping. Buck stared at her, cuntjuice dripping from his muzzle, his red tongue streaked with cum cream and lolling from one side of his jaw. Faint with the thrill of coming, Bonny gazed back at her pony through misty eyes, shaking her head in awe.
What a wonderful day this was, the girl thought. It was wonderful because Bonny knew damned well that she was going to be fooling around with her pony an awful lot in the next happy weeks and months. Even with her cunt cooled off momentarily by her orgasm, the girl was already looking forward to her next bestial adventure.
But today wasn't finished yet.
Buck had a massive hard-on and swollen balls – and Bonny owed her pony a favor…
CHAPTER THREE