RESURRECTION: CHAPTER 8 free porn video

CHAPTER 8:

Annie’s first day in her new freedom role started out with her being fucked by Jake bent over the kitchen table. Sitting at the table to the side was Bobbi, her elbows on the table sipping her coffee, not two feet from her. She was realizing something new about herself, already. Having Bobbi sitting there so casually while she was being fucked was an additional turn-on. She enjoyed being seen by them. There was an exhibitionistic side to her. She saw that it would come into play a lot going forward.

Bobbi was patient. She sipped her coffee casually but carefully. She was so close to the action in front of her that a sudden, unexpected movement from any of the three of them might have her coffee spilled. And, they were all naked. She had slept later than the others. This was the start of her long weekend. All her weekends were long after she negotiated a schedule of half-time with Sheriff Frank Orland. The experience with the dogs the night before was still in her mind as she rolled and stretched in bed, first sensing that she was alone, and then hearing activity outside the bedroom, probably in the kitchen.

She was the slower one of the three. She was surprised by that, feeling that Annie, the city girl might be, but Annie was a steady source of surprise. She had shone an immediate desire to be supportive and to carry her weight. Jake had the entire ranch as his domain and Bobbi had her job as a Country Deputy. Annie, fairly green in experience regarding everything, took on whatever she could with guidance. She was determined and rarely needed to be shown or instructed more than the first time. The mornings had become her way of giving to her partners. Coffee and breakfast was her morning gift, so it was no surprise that she was out of bed with early light. Jake was too, but because the early morning was cool and the air still fresh.

This day was slower than normal for Bobbi. She found a deep desire to hug and stroke her own body with the memory of the dog filling her pussy with his cock and knot. The knot was an absolutely amazing experience: painful in the stretching, but amazing in the entirety of the experience.

She refocused on the activity before her. Annie was pressed unceremoniously onto the table top on her front. Jake was behind her stroking into her smoothly and evenly. He would stop, pressed deeply into her and run his hands up her back, kneading her muscles as if in a massage, then leaning forward, pressing his cock a little further in as he kissed her neck and upper back. It was a slow and gentle fucking and Annie was almost mewing in the pleasure of it.

Annie threw her head to Bobbi’s side, flipping her hair to the opposite side and allowing a view of her woman-mate. With the side of her face on the table top, she gazed at Bobbi and smiled.

Bobbi reached out and touched her cheek softly. “Is my Annie enjoying her morning?” Bobbi winked at Jake who paused deep in Annie to lean over and kiss her. “I would venture that if anyone had any question about our discussion last night, you are putting that to rest.” They both chuckled. She was well into pleasure mode and being released to freely and openly experience her passion had put a glow on her.

Jake must have been getting close to cumming. He started pounding into her harder and faster. Bobbi lifted her coffee mug off the jerking table and sat back to watch the finale. Jake thrust into her, held himself deep inside, and groaned his release. Annie raised her head, her mouth wide open, her eyes shut tightly as they released in climax.

Bobbi was smiling widely at the scene, but her own pussy was dripping wet. She had been thinking about what to do to this vixen they had released to fully enjoy her body. She thought about making her orgasm under her fingers and mouth, but she ultimately decided this woman was going to find plenty of orgasms throughout the day and she suspected that three of them would be while underneath the dogs. No, she decided that she would have Annie pleasure her, to use her mouth, tongue and fingers to bring her to an orgasm.

After Jake pulled out of her, Annie slid off the table and found a chair. Bobbi got up and put a mug of coffee and a large glass of water in front of her. She chugged the water, then settled back with the mug between her two hands, sipping and looking over the top at the Bobbi who was smiling at her.

“What?”

“That was quite a scene you put on.”

“Me? It was Jake … he came in, spun me around, pressed me onto the table and penetrated me.” There was a glint in her eyes as she tried playing the role of being the innocent.

Bobbi looked admonishingly at Jake. “That’s awful … You mean he didn’t even prepare you? He just poked right into you? Jake, you could hurt her by not making sure she was lubricated.”

Even Annie giggled. Jake teased back. “Well, any readier and there would have been a puddle under her.”

After Annie finished her coffee, she was instructed to crawl under the table and satisfy Bobbi, which she did with relish.

When Bobbi came, it was with her body barely still on the kitchen chair. Her shoulder blades were pressed into the back and her hips were on the edge of the seat. Her legs were straight and rigid, her hands pulling Annie’s head hard into her groin.

When Annie came out from under the table, she was wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hands. She went immediately to the cupboard and took out a porcelain bowl, heading for the back door.

Jake called after her, “Where are you going now? I thought we might have some breakfast.”

Annie smiled at them as he stood in the open door. “Silly, I’m going to the barn to get some eggs for breakfast.” And, with that, she ran out the door, across the yard to the barn.

Jake walked to the cupboards, “Damn.”

Bobbi looked bewildered. “What? Eggs sound good …”

“Really? Where do you think the dogs are?” He shook his head. “What kind of cereal do you want?”

* * * *

It took a few days for Annie to get the whole freedom-to-express-her-sexuality under control. The ability to be available for and to have frequent sexual encounters didn’t mean she had to have it all the time. She found the place within herself that she could decide yes or no to individual situations. It still resulted in a lot of sex and familiar contact. Their little utopia came crashing in on them, though.

“NOOOOO! … no, no, no … STOPPP!! … no, stop … please … PLEASE, STOP! …”

Jake and Bobbi awoke to screaming and bruising thrashing. Jake took a strike to the cheek while Bobbi recoiled from a knee to the thigh. Both jerked upright and took Annie into their mutual embrace to calm and control her actions. They held her tightly but gently, softly speaking reassurance to her. Annie never woke. Her eyes opened with terror, her arms and legs flailing against an unseen danger, but she remained asleep.

Then, she relaxed. She lay quietly between them and her breathing gradually slowed to the soft, regular breathing of normal sleep. Jake turned the bedside light on and they examined Annie and their bruises. They looked at each other over the sleeping woman with confusion and concern. Whatever had caused the reaction in her sleep was terrifying to her. The loss of short-term memory was believed to have possibly spared her of some of those latent reaction and feelings. Was she now processing some of the information she had learned in the course of the investigation? Or, was it something else entirely?

Annie was asleep, so the other two made the effort to rejoin her. At 4:09 in the morning, it happened, again. This time they found her pressed against the headboard, her knees pulled into her chest and her face protectively buried in her knees. She was sobbing after a shorter period of outcries and screams. Once again being held and comforted, she raised her head and looked at the two of them.

“Jake … Bobbi … thank, god.”

Bobbi reassured her, “It was just a dream, a nightmare, dear.”

“No. No, it wasn’t. I …” She looked deep into her eyes, “Bobbi, I … I remember.”

Bobbi looked across the woman in her arms to Jake and said to both of them, “Oh, no.” She looked over Annie to Jake who saw a look of fear in her eyes. He moved off the bed and told her to grab some blankets and take Annie out to the front porch. None of them were going to be able to sleep now. He’d make some coffee and meet them there.

They settled into the wooden chairs, Annie sitting with Bobbi on the loveseat sized one and Jake pulling one around to be at an angle to them. They sipped coffee and talked through the rest of the early morning darkness. The dawn light overtook the night and brought with it an increasing light as the sun steadily rose on the other side of the mountain on the east side of the valley. They supported Annie in discussion, gently probing into her memories. Last night she was still oblivious of the events of that fateful night. During the night she relived those horrors. And horrors they were.

She grasped Bobbi’s hand firmly, leaning into her for all the physical contact and support she could get as she relayed the memories of that night. She not only remembered taking the funny tasting drink, but of slipping into a weird state of utter compliance. She was aware, but not, at the same time. For a relatively short period of time, maybe half an hour, she had no resistance to what was demanded of her. She now remembered Tommy telling her that they were going to Carson’s. She knew it was absurd that she would go there in nothing but a sheer baby doll negligee, and without panties on, but she couldn’t resist. She was like that all the way to Carson’s place, Tommy being sent to get more beer, then being taken into that room she had never seen before, and strapped to that ‘X’ cross apparatus with her arms and legs spread wide.

It was only after the first strike of the cane on her body that she became truly aware of what was happening and she could protest. And, she did. She screamed at them, swore at them, and called them all manner of foul names until they fastened a ball gag into her mouth, which muffled any further noise. She remembered the brutal pain of the caning, someone checking her pussy, and swearing because she wasn’t getting turned on by the pain. How absurd could that be, turned on by pain? But that appeared to be what they were expecting; what they were intending to have happen. Instead, she thrashed around even more until they also strapped her to the cross at the waist. She pulled so had on the wrist and ankle restraints that she tore her skin, but that didn’t hurt nearly as much as the caning to her back, butt, and thighs.

Then, they started using her. They fucked her in her pussy and ass, then beat her some more. Fucking and beating. It went that way well into the night. Then, they switched to using objects to insert: dildos, beer bottles, fists, brushes, whatever they could find. Someone suggested getting the dog when she was limply hanging from her bindings. That was when she crashed to the floor sustaining the head injury that led to them believing she had died.

Then she was u*********s and we knew the rest after that. Bobbi got up, wrapped the blanket around Annie and went inside for the radio on her service belt. She connected with the dispatcher and asked for the Sheriff to contact her as soon as possible. She was told to hold a minute and Frank came on the radio.

“You know, it would be a lot easier if you guys had some way to call.”

“No cell coverage or land line connection. But, Jake is looking into a satellite phone. Surprisingly, it isn’t that bad for a 100 minute per month plan. But, we have some news for you about Annie … she remembers everything. She scared the hell out of us last night when her memory suddenly came back on-line. In her sleep she thought she was reliving it.”

“I know you were hoping that would stay hidden from her. Was it as bad as we all believed?”

“Yes. When you listen to her describe it, it feels even worse.”

They talked for a few more minutes and Frank said he would contact the attorneys and the agent at CID. The radio crackled alive again within two hours. They wanted a meeting and everyone agreed to meet half way in Tucson. After the meeting, the state lawyers were excited. The new information from her memories added corroboration to the other information and strengthened some of the circumstantial evidence they had tying her case to the other women found in the desert near her grave. An unfortunate outcome was that the defense attorneys all wanted to depose Annie to get her recollection directly from her.

It took a week for that meeting to get scheduled with the prosecution attorneys, defense attorneys, and the CID involved. Jake insisted on a new conservative dress and low heels for the meeting to establish a positive impression of someone in control of herself.

When they arrived at the offices of the CID, Annie was very nervous. She had been hoping that she was done with the cases and did not want to relive any more of that night than she had to. When they met the lead prosecutor and Agent Dan Vogel outside the conference room, her nerves were showing.

The prosecutor was a woman of about 45 years. She wore her hair short and she wore light makeup. She was in a business dress suit, the blouse buttoned nearly to the collar. Even so, she was attractive. Vogel introduced her to Annie as Mary Adamly. She approached Annie very business-like and put out her hand, which Annie shook.

“This is a tactic on their part. This is a fishing expedition to see what they can get you say. Answer any question truthfully. I will qualify that. Your friends here should only be referred to as your friends and supporters. It isn’t hard to accept since one saved you and the other had been your assigned guard. Leave it at that. We don’t want them to present an image of you being in a three-some relationship. They could use that to confuse the jury about introducing any questions about what your morals are. Okay?” Annie nodded. “You have friends in there, we’ll take care of you, but you have to answer yourself.”

The questions came and went. Annie answered them honestly about what she remembered, who she could identify being there (all the suspects), what happened to her, did you protest, did she say no, was she emphatic. Some things drew a protest from the prosecutor, some of those questions were withdrawn, others were reworded.

Jake didn’t go into the conference room, only Bobbi. It was felt that she could be easily explained. The fact that Jake’s place is so far off the grid made her life a mystery since the hospital, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Annie felt bad at the exclusion of Jake, but he understood.

Toward what turned out to be the end of the questioning, one of the defense attorneys intimated that he might want to call her for a witness. Agent Vogel nearly jumped out of his seat in protest, but the prosecutor put her hand on his arm.

“It’s okay, Dan. If any of them want to make that mistake, let them. They obviously don’t know.”

The defense attorney asked, “Know what?”

She smiled back at him, leaned back in her chair. “What they call her on social media … have you heard of Resurrection Girl? Twitter, Facebook, you name it … she’s all over it … and, that’s without her being personally involved. She doesn’t even have an account, but her supporters are numbering in the hundreds of thousands, maybe millions by now. A number of women’s groups are taking up the issue, wanting to refer to her to fight abuse and assault of women. You put her on the stand and try to make her look bad and there isn’t a possible jury in the state that won’t hang your client. But, you know what’s best for your client.”

There was moment of silence and it was dropped. The various defense lawyers, all public defenders, filed out leaving them alone. Jake came in nervous but expectant given the looks on the faces of the other attorneys. Vogel gave a thumbs up, but Adamly was more vocal, “That was perfect Ms. Tolley, simply perfect.”

Annie looked up, “It’s back to my maiden name, Linder. I had to get it changed as quickly as I could.”

They laughed. The three were left alone for a moment. Hugs and kisses were shared. Annie looked at them with a beaming face. “They said it’s over. This time it is really over.”

This time they stopped at a nice bar and celebrated with a couple drinks and a light dinner. It was early for the dinner crowd, so they had room for talking and sharing. Jake caught up with interesting details about the questions and the interaction. The mood was lively and relaxed. There was a sense of finality to that episode in their lives. Then they talked about some of the plans Jake had been considering and wanted their input. He was going to sign a contract for a satellite phone for the house. With a 100 minute per month contract, they would get a phone. At those minutes, the price was good. It was talk only, no data, so it couldn’t be used for internet. They loved the idea, especially Bobbi who had to schedule her calls to her family while on duty.

He talked about another pole barn for the vehicles they were now collecting. Then, the big one: remodeling the house. He wanted to take out the bathroom and enlarge it into the spare bedroom across the hall. Then, take out some more room in the spare bedroom for closet space for out of season clothes and clothes that didn’t get used very often.

Annie looked at him like he was crazy. “We can’t afford that … can we? I guess we never talked about money and expenses. Maybe I should get a job, too.”

Jake took one of each of their hands in his, “No. Okay, unless you really want to. Here’s the deal … I wanted to wait until we were established and noiw I think we are.” The women nodded. “I have money. As I said before, Katie and I were saving like crazy and we both had great jobs and salaries. My parents died and left me with a bunch. I have money. I’ve talked to my advisor. Can we live on $100,000 a year?”

The women looked at each other. “Are you k**ding? That’s like a fortune.”

“Then we can manage just fine. Work if you want because you want to, but not because you think you have to. The three of us have a rare opportunity.” The discussion became even more energized.

On the way home in the truck, Bobbi’s cell phone buzzed and their relationship was about to go to another level. She looked at the screen, “Hmm, my mom.” She pressed the answer button, “Hi mom.”

“You must be in a car somewhere, otherwise I can’t get hold of you. That isn’t right, you know. A mother needs to talk to her only daughter.”

“That will change. We’re getting a satellite phone that will work at the house.”

“Are you with them?”

“Yes.”

“Put us on speaker.” After it goes on speaker, “Jake and Annie, we have to meet. I know how important you are to my daughter, but a mother needs a personal connection. When is that going to happen?”

“Mother!”

“I’m serious. Listen, you two, you have to be saints on this earth for bringing my precious daughter out of her cocoon.”

Jake chuckled, “Mrs. Mendoza, you name the time and we’ll come down for a visit with the family.”

“Mrs. Mendoza? You better call me Sofia.” A time was set up for a cookout with her parents and two brothers.

After it was quiet, Annie said into the dark truck cab, “Your mom sounds like a firebrand. She really loves you, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, and she will love you two, also. I guarantee it.”

* * * *

Annie recovered her equilibrium quickly. In fact, it seemed she was doing better than ever. Bobbi found her leaning against the corral fence watching the horses inside. She had taken on the challenge set out by Jake and encouraged by Bobbi. She was naked and barefoot, one foot on the lower fence rail, her chin resting on her forearm on the top rail. As Bobbi walked up to her, she couldn’t help but smile. Despite the problems, the abuse, the assaults, the damage to her brain and body and self-confidence, she was now a stunning creature of openness and experiential existence. After her memory returned that terrifying night and her meeting with the attorneys for prosecution and defenses, she seemed truly healed. The recovered memories were painful, but having them put to rest the unknown. The experience of recounting the events of that fateful night to strangers, some of whom were maybe hoping for a way to critically judge and discount, was the final freeing event to release her. She credited her final healing on her two partners, Bobbi and Jake. Without that freely given acceptance and nurturing that evolved so quickly into love, she might be like so many others who lived their lives in regret, self-recrimination, outward anger, and isolation.

But, she wasn’t. She was free, maybe freer than Bobbi herself who suffered her own assault and abuse. But, she saw in Annie her way out of her own suffering. Once locked into her own tight limits of acceptance of love or being loved. Between Annie and Jake, her own world of acceptance was opened to her. It was that newness in her attitude that her mother had expressed to the group while traveling in the truck back from Tucson.

Jake? A similar but different renewal. His wasn’t anything like the assault or abuse of the two women. His was a lose so consuming that he felt his once ideal life was killed, left with a life of mere existence. The courage and acceptance shown by these women changed his perspective, expectation, and optimism for his future and what he could contribute to others, especially these two.

The ranch was a place of peace, openness, and acceptance. Annie was generally naked and available to her lovers, human and canine. A continuing experience she enjoyed and a gift to them that she eagerly gave. Whether the others were naked or clothed made little or no difference to her or them. They gave and received in their own ways and according to their needs and desires.

It was with that understanding and acceptance that Bobbi walked up to Annie at the corral fence, finding her musing in quiet thought.

“You look deep in thought, sweetie. Would you rather be alone?”

Annie turned her head without changing her stance, her face changing from pensive to a broad smile. “No … just thinking, pondering.”

Bobbi leaned on the fence alongside her, a hand moving over the naked woman. Both Jake and Bobbi had admitted to Annie that they found it almost impossible to be near her without touching her. She had smiled with a very simple response that it was exactly her objective.

“They’re beautiful a****ls, aren’t they? The horses, I mean. So powerful, yet graceful.”

“Very powerful. I love the feeling of being on them bareback, feeling their muscles as they move. It is very erotic for me …”

Bobbi chuckled, “I am beginning to think that a lot of things are very erotic for you.” They laughed. One of the stallions turned and she could see that it was partially dropped, its penis just coming out of the sheath. Having grown up on a ranch similar to this one, she was used to seeing and witnessing the variety of a****l sexual activity; dogs mating, bulls with cows, horses even. Horses were quite impressive in the sex organ department and she saw in Annie’s attention what her pensive attitude was probably centered on. “Quite impressive, isn’t it?”

Annie seemed embarrassed. It was at moments like this that her nudity became very conscious to her, but adding to whatever she might be feeling. “What?” Trying to sound casual and non-obvious.

“I know what your attention is on. Have you seen him fully out?”

The horse had dropped with about 12 inches hanging out soft. “When it is hard, it could be as much as 24 inches long or more.” Annie’s attitude went from embarrassed at being so obvious to actively curious and Bobbi could read the change of interest. She smiled and wondered what this woman would try, if challenged. “Think of it like Jake’s forearm and his fist being the head.”

Annie was going to pursue it and it was immediately clear to Bobbi. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jake come to the barn back door with a bridle strap he was oiling.

Annie mused, “Did you ever touch one? Did you ever …”

“No. I will say, though, that there was always talk. In the country among ranch and farm people, there is always rumors whispered. Proper people wouldn’t openly talk about such things”, she giggled and Annie looked up at her, her eyes showing that she wanted to know more, “but, there were whispers. Like urban legends; maybe, country legends. That some women loved their a****ls, including dogs and horses and other a****ls. Nobody ever knew these women, of course, but there was talk.” Annie seemed fixated. Bobbi slipped her hands down the woman’s back, over her ass, and between her legs, which were open with her foot on the lower rail. The younger woman was sopping wet.

Without turning, Annie confirmed how she was feeling. “Yes … I’m on fire with just the thought.”

Bobbi took her hand, turned her around and kissed her, stroking up her side to her breast, cupping it as she whispered into her ear that they should take the horse into a stall, tether it so it’s hind legs couldn’t kick, and she could keep the horse calm while Annie experiment. Annie groaned, which was all the response necessary. But, she warned the woman that a horse cumming was like nothing she could imagine. That made Annie even more curious.

When Bobbi looked up, Jake was holding a tethering strap and indicated inside the barn. He understood.

Bobbi put a rope around the horse’s head and led it into the barn with Annie following alongside. She was watching as the huge, still soft cock swung from side to side. Bobbi spotted the tethering strap on the wooden column, grabbed it, and led the horse inside the stall. She tied him to the end, then moved to the back of the horse, putting one end around one hoof, then loop the other around the other hoof before cinching them tight, giving the horse only a two foot separation.

She turned to Annie who was standing at the opening to the stall. “I will go to his head and neck and pet him. You follow me, then move slowly down his body, stroking his sides and flank. Don’t move your hands underneath until you think he is relaxed to our touch. He is familiar with both of us, but not like this. He will be skittish. We don’t want him to be afraid. If this is done properly, he gets a lot of pleasure and you get an experience.”

It was clear that Annie was nervous. Such a large b**st. Then, again, the b**st itself wasn’t the only thing large about it. Women have fantasies about size, but it was hanging out 12 inches and Bobbi said it would easily double in length and it was indeed as wide as Jake’s forearm.

She spent many minutes getting the a****l comfortable, then started moving her hands underneath, first on its massive chest before moving onto its stomach. Bobbi was crouched down watching the progress and added another bit of information. “I never got up the nerve to do what you are going to do, but I did think hard about it and thought enough about it to do some research. Like dogs, their cock being inside the sheath causes it to be sensitive. See how much pre-cum is already forming? Use it and your saliva to lubricate the cock. If your hands don’t irritate him, he will probably enjoy it more and be less likely to react suddenly.”

Annie absorbed that information with the rest. It helped that she was familiar with dogs and was able to incorporate the horse in with the other a****listic experience. This is just so much bigger. After tentatively touching the outside of the sheath, she was pleased that the a****l reacted with just a small twitch. She spat several times into her hands, rubbing them together, then spitting directly onto the exposed cock. Her eyes became large as she realized that her spittle did nothing to cover the cock and it wasn’t even hard, yet.

She held the cock in her hands and looked at the strange head. Flared at the end like some monster mushroom. She touched the hole in the end and felt the pre-cum, spreading her palm over the end, then down the shaft. The horse was more antsy now, but still holding still. His cock was also getting long as she played with the length. If her hands were having that affect, what would her mouth do? She put her lips to the end of the cock and sucked at the hole, taking in some of the pre-cum. It was a creamy texture, not unpleasant in taste. She licked down the length on one side and back on the other side. As she did, the cock grew steadily.

The more pre-cum she took off the head of the cock, the more aggressive she felt she could be with the cock. It was now huge, both of her hands on it and there was far more cock not under her hands than what was covered by them. She stroked up and down, replacing the pre-cum over and over to keep it lubricated. She sucked the end taking more and more of the pre-cum, her own excitement growing as the horse appeared to, his cock now hard in her hands. She sucked at the hole in the flared head while her hands stroked down and up the shaft. In her excitement with the knowledge that she was going to bring a horse’s cock to climax, another a****l, she opened her mouth as wide as she could get it. Then, she began folding the flare up and into her mouth, forcing more and more in until her mouth felt stuffed but she had the end of the cock inside her mouth. She breathed through her nose, the only way she could with her mouth completely stuffed.

She released her hands, amazed at the cock in her mouth and only supported that way. That was nearly the moment of error. If she had left her hands on the cock, she would have felt the cock surge and throb as it sent its cum from the balls through the long shaft. Instead, by the time she realized, the first spurt shot into her mouth, filling her mouth and forcing it down her throat, only to be restricted by her gag reflex. Unfortunately, her body’s reflex to shut off her throat forced the cum back into her mouth which was already full and up through her sinus passages and out her nose. In the split seconds that all that took, the cock erupted out of her mouth as the second spurt sprayed her face and head, blinding her. She fumbled with her hands to locate the wild fire hose of cum. Without being able to see, she didn’t find it and the third spurt sprayed over her chest and breasts.

She crawled out from under the horse, bumping into the wall of the stall. Only then did she sit on her side to clear the cum from her eyes. The first thing she saw was the full length of the cock dripping cum. The second thing was a pair of boots standing at the opening to the stall. In her mind, she wondered how much of that fiasco Jake had witnessed.

Bobbi came rushing over to her, but moved a few feet away after seeing the cum on her. Bobbi started laughing, a low, gentle chuckle that grew steadily into a full laugh. Annie couldn’t help herself, she started laughing, too. She was wiping her face with her hands when a towel was put in front of her by Jake. She looked up at him and they started laughing, again.

Jake knelt down in front of her, took the towel, and helped clean her eyes, face, lips, and ears. Yes, she had cum in her ears. Jake looked at her, smiling, “I wished I had a video of that … when the cum came out your nose ...” They laughed and he help her up. Then he did something she didn’t expect, he hugged her, horse cum and all. “But, tell me … despite all the laughing and the cum everywhere … was it good for you?”

She looked up at him and beamed, “Yes! I loved it. My god! I just blew a horse cock! Did you see all that cum … of course you saw all that cum … Oh, wow! That was amazing!”

They walked her to the back of the house, toweled the cum off as well as they could, and rushed her through the house to the shower.

* * * CHAPTER 9 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.