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Beasts Are Better by Richard Long


Chapter 1


"Here, let me do it."

"Yeah, you know how to get a cock hard, just rub it over that honey hole
of yours, baby, and I'll ream it out good for you!"

Eileen Tremaine reached down to grasp Hank Barstow's flaccid cock as he
knelt between her widespread thighs and leaned over her prostrate body.
As she did, she cursed herself for having delayed the exciting moment;
she had had him firm and hard while she had been mouthing his cock but
then she had conceived a sudden desire to have his mouth running over
her hot-lipped pussy. Hank had been willing enough to eat her pussy--he
was no laggard in that department--and in fact, had brought her to a
pair of sharp orgasms through adroit use of his tongue. But the climaxes
had been localized and had seemed to affect only her clitoris and the
outer surfaces of her pussy. She had been left hungry for a deep
penetration, a bull-like thrust of a prick which would reach into the
very depths of her womb and release the tension still knotted there.

"Mmmm, feels so good! So totally sexy!" she murmured, rubbing the soft
tool over the wet, aroused lips of her pussy.

His prick really did feel good against the tender flesh, though she had
said so mainly in order to give him another spark of excitement. Hank
was one of those men who needed a bit of verbal cooperation from his
women in order to reach his full peak of effectiveness and Eileen had no
qualms about giving it. She loved saying the love words, the sensual
phrases, and merely uttering them never failed to make her pussy and
nipples throb more powerfully.

"Ahhh, I love to feel a cock growing hard against my pussy," she
whispered, rubbing it into her slit harder. "I'm getting my pussy-drip
all over your prick; I'm getting you ready to fuck me!"

That was true. She always let go a flood of the clear, warm oil whenever
she became excited and, by swabbing his prick around the lips, she made
it much more exciting to hold. When he became hard enough to show a sign
of life in that exciting tool, she grasped it in her fist. Hank began
humping in and out of her hand, making his cock slide back and forth in
her grip. Eileen gradually aimed the stiffening, growing head between
the lips of her pussy. The tool sensed the readiness of her cunt and
grew even more quickly. Soon it was big enough that when Hank pressed
deeply against her hand, the head slipped into the mouth of her cunt and
gave her flesh a ravishingly delicious feeling.

"Ooohh, you're fucking my hand and cunt at the same time!" she
exclaimed. "Do it harder, honey? I love to feel it going in like that!
I'll pull my hand away in a minute and then you can ram it home!"

His cock responded to her words and to the urgent tone of her voice, and
quickly swelled to its full size. She pulled her hand away once it was
firmly planted and he lunged forward, sheathing half of the stiff tool
at the first thrust. She wiped her cunt-oil-smeared hand on his hip and
then dug her fingers into the small of his back. Her heels fitted neatly
into the sockets at the back of his knees. She began lifting her hips up
and tossing them from side to side as he began sliding steadily in and
out. She stopped wiggling very shortly, feeling her womb tensing up in
that familiar way. She did not want to come again so soon, even though
the pressure was almost unbearable. In a vague, obscure way that she
could never understand, Eileen hated to give herself free rein with Hank
and come as soon as she wanted to. It always took him a good fifteen or
twenty minutes of humping before he could get his balls loose enough to
give up their load and she knew that she could rest awhile and still
make it when he did.

I guess he's about as good at fucking as he is at being a foreman, she
thought as she relaxed slightly and locked her legs around him slightly
higher up. Just about adequate and no more!

She allowed her mind to roam freely and consciously willed herself not
to think about the prick that was sliding in and out of her cunt with a
slow, regular beat. It was already May 17, she realized with a start;
that meant that Jack would be returning from boarding school in two
weeks or less. A sense of unease, a gnawing feeling of guilt, swept over
her when she thought of her sixteen-year-old son. A gangling, rawboned
youth, the exact image of his father, he would be a big help to her in
running the Bar T ranch ("Guests & Excursions," the sign outside the
front gate read) that summer. That is, he would be a help if she could
keep him from piling into bed with the better-looking female guests at
her dude ranch!

They'd get their money's worth with him, she thought grimly. I wonder
what he really thought about that wild night we had?

She remembered the unforgettable evening, his next to last of the Easter
vacation. They had celebrated with a big steak dinner and champagne.
Somehow, in the course of the evening, their talk had turned to bawdy
things and before very long Eileen had found herself pulling him onto
her. She still could hardly believe that it had happened but the memory
was there. She still saw his cock in her mind's eye. The huge tool with
its white-hot hardness had surprised her greatly as he unfastened the
front of his jeans and knelt between her opened thighs. She still
remembered the piercing dart of pain that had shot outward from her
loins when he had rammed the enormous rod into the mouth of her cunt.
Best of all, he had been so highly excited despite the champagne, that
he had come almost as soon as the taut, passion-warmed ring of her cunt
bad slipped around the head of his prick! It had taken her by
surprise--no man she had ever known had come so quickly with her. But,
recognizing the unmistakable signs, she had greeted his climax with a
quick lurch and a series of tossing hip thrusts that made her cunt burst
out into a flowering, rainbow-hued crescendo of lusty joy.

My own son! she thought, blushing at the memory. I actually fucked my
own son! And him barely sixteen! Jesus, he shot a load that time. I
guess I'd been doing it with Hank too long I'd forgotten that a man
could shoot off so much or so strong! Mmmm, I'll bet Jack would be a
jewel to eat; imagine getting your mouth around a cock packed so full of
come!

Eileen had kept her legs locked tightly around his ass that night and
didn't let him pull away after that first come. She had continued to
writhe and bob beneath him and soon he was fucking her again, driving
his huge cock deeper and deeper until it seemed it would surely pierce
her stomach. She had come again, and then, when he got his second wind
and began humping with a mad, driving intensity, came yet a third time
when his balls dissolved once more and flooded her cunt with liquid
fire. She had released him after that and he had staggered off to his
bedroom, leaving her sprawled on the couch, legs still spread wide. She
had held her hands over her pussy to catch the steady drip of
cunt-warmed semen which dripped from her cunt in a stream that she
thought would never end. Then she had rubbed the sticky cream over the
dark, bushy hair covering her love mound. By concentrating upon the fact
that the sperm seeping from her cunt had been shot there by her son,
that she was smearing his come over her pussy hair and lower belly and
upper thighs, she soon had herself fully aroused once more. Having
excited herself to an unendurable peak, she then worked her ring and
middle fingers of her right hand into the juicy mouth of her cunt and
fucked herself into one final climax, one that left her so weak she
could barely stagger into her bedroom.

Jack had not mentioned the episode the next morning and, once she had
looked at herself and the deed she had committed, she could not bring
herself to mention it either. It had suited them both to pretend that it
had never happened, though Eileen could do nothing to erase the memory
from her mind. She found that she could hardly look at Hank, who had
been standing in as her regular lover ever since her husband had died
three years ago, without comparing him to young Jack. Hank did not stand
up very well under the comparison but at least he was available. And he
was not her son, either. Thus Eileen could admit him into her bed and
grind out her hungers against his hard, wiry body without suffering
those strong pangs of guilt which she had felt after that episode with
Jack.

"Huh?" she blurted out, suddenly realizing that Hank had been talking to
her while he was shoving his cock in and out of her cunt. "Oh, yeah, I'm
getting there; just keep working it in and out like that. God, you're
like a fucking stud-horse tonight! Oh, that cock, it's tearing my cunt
apart!"

She sensed from the abrupt tightening of his muscles that he was nearing
the bursting point and she hurried to catch up. It wasn't difficult for
her to catch up with him since she had an unusual ability to excite
herself through dwelling on mental images. She merely concentrated on
seeing her son's bulging, lust-swollen prick and felt her cunt and
breasts come alive with amazing rapidity. She gave a low, throaty moan
and threw herself back at Hank and gripped him tightly between her long,
powerful thighs. Many hours spent in the saddle had strengthened her
legs' muscles and she could now almost control a man solely through
using her legs and leverage.

He groaned as she squeezed her thighs together and forced him out of her
cunt until only the head was lodged in the taut, muscle-rimmed opening.
"God, you're tearing my cock off!"

"Make it come!" she grunted, weaving her hips in a frantic circle and
clenching her stomach muscles to make her cunt grip him even more
tightly. "Make it come, damn you! I want to feel you come!"

She relaxed her legs' grip slightly and, since he was naturally
straining to plant his cock deeper in her cunt, he slipped inside with a
quick rush. She tilted her hips upward, bringing the lips of her pussy
up against the wiry hair growing around the base of his cock. Her
clitoris scrubbed into his hard, flat belly and she groaned at the
delightful contact. Eileen allowed him to remain deeply planted for only
a few seconds. She quickly tightened her legs once more and pushed him
out of her cunt. He strained even harder but could not overcome her
superior leverage. Her hips snapped briefly, making her cunt nip and
grab at the head of his prick, and then she felt him begin to come.

Hank roared out and reached down to grab the cheeks of her ass. His cock
gave two false spurts, leaping madly within her cunt but giving up none
of the spew she wanted, and then seemed to burst apart as the essence of
his balls poured forth. The tool gave several jerks that made it move
against the ultra-sensitive walls of her cunt in a deliriously exciting
way. But it emitted only a few weak rivulets of thick, hot cream. Eileen
cried out angrily when she felt the force of his orgasmic twitches
diminish; she would have liked them to continue for several minutes,
even though she knew that no man could keep up such fucking. She made
the best of it, however, and continued grinding her pussy against Hank
for several minutes after both of them had ceased to come.

"Yeah, you really love to work that thing, don't you?" Hank whispered in
her ear. "Well, you just keep on working it, honey; I might have shot my
wad but I like to feel you fucking away."

"God, there's nothing like a fuck!" Eileen gasped, still weaving her
hips around his cock and loving the sensation. "Mmmm, I think I could
fuck forever!"

It was not to be, however. She could feel his prick losing its stiffness
by the second. The tool had soon grown so limp that her active cunt spat
it out, as though it refused to hold a prick which was so little good.
Hank rolled off when his cock had slipped out but she lay flat on her
back with one hand clasped over her pussy. The muscles of her belly
rippled softly as she bore down, seeking to expel the semen he had
deposited in her. She felt the thick cream surge out of her cunt's mouth
and slide over her waiting fingers. She spread the rich gruel over her
flesh, plastering the dark, curly hair down flat, and then continued
toying with the lips of her pussy.

"Hot damn, I never seen a woman so hot to feel a man's come running
out," Hank exclaimed, sitting up in bed to watch her after play. "Both
women I married would clap a tissue or a piece of an old shirt over it
soon as I'd shot my load off. They didn't like to feel that come or see
it either!"

"Some women are like that, I guess," Eileen mused. "I've always liked
it. Feeling it run out reminds me of how much fun it was getting it in
there in the first place!"

"Now that right there is one thing I like most about you. You've got a
pretty good idea of what you want and you ain't afraid to stand up and
admit to it. Yeah, a lot of women would rather stand up in front of the
whole church and drink poison than admit to liking come!"

Hank wasted little time in bedtime niceties once he had relieved himself
of the load of come he had built up for the past two days. A
straightforward, self-centered ex-cowboy, he believed that women were
made to be fucked, not talked to. He dallied for a moment but then got
off the bed and began pulling on his clothes. Eileen did not bother
trying to make him stay. She knew from long experience that he was good
for only one fuck a night and she had little interest in him apart from
his availability as a bed partner. She lay quietly, continuing to finger
her pussy, and nodded peacefully as he left the room.

A far cry from Jack, she thought with a bitter grimace. Even though her
son had apparently been racked with doubt and indecision after the act,
he had not been eager to pull his prick out of her, not even after the
second flood of orgasmic lava had gushed from his big cock. And a
veritable flood it had been, she recalled. It had seemed that he was
going to come forever, especially during the first climax, and she also
remembered that his come had seemed to be of a different sort. Hank's
spew had a thick, creamy consistency and a chalky, rank flavor, as she
well knew from looking at her fingers and tasting them during her
experiments after he had left her. Jack's come, in distinct contrast,
was not nearly so thick and was virtually transparent. Furthermore it
had had a young, fresh taste, almost sweet. And there had been nothing
weak or halfhearted about the way it had shot from his cock! The
explosion had taken her by complete surprise. It had seemed as though
she had admitted a fire hose into her cunt and turned it on full force.

By comparing Hank's climax with Jack's she had teased herself into
another state of excitement. Perhaps it had been deliberate, she thought
as her fingers caressed the wet, come-smeared slit more purposefully.
But in any case it was real. She was horny again and there was nothing
to do but to relieve her cunt of the excitement which her thoughts had
engendered. She was used to masturbating; the death of Jack, Sr. had
seen to that. Eileen was a passionate woman, thirty-seven and seemingly
at the very peak of her sexual powers. She had an almost inexhaustible
hunger for sexual pleasure and frankly doubted if any one man, even so
compelling a lover as her late husband had been, would have been able to
have satisfied all her sensual urges.

Eileen rolled over onto her belly, flattening her big, slightly drooping
breasts against the quilt she used for a bedspread. Her right hand
stayed between her thighs, cupping her pussy closely, and her left
reached around to glide between her legs from the rear. She slipped the
middle finger of her left hand into her cunt for a moment, plunging it
deep and allowing it to stay long enough to become thoroughly coated
with the ripe oils that excited tunnel produced. Then she removed the
finger and guided it into the tight, puckered eye located just above her
cunt's mouth. She shuddered heavily as the finger penetrated her asshole
but she drove it deep. At the same time she worked three fingers of her
right hand as far into her cunt as she could reach and bent her hand at
the wrist so as to bring her palm into close, intimate contact with her
clitoris. Once her hands were in place she brought her thighs together,
making them bore into her anus and cunt even more strongly, and began
flexing her hips in a slow, rhythmical pattern.

Her thoughts turned back to her son, Jack. Would he want to have her
again when he returned from the boarding school he attended? And if he
wanted her, would she be able to rely upon her good sense and talk him
out of it? Or would she give in to her body's desperate hungers and
again pull him between her soft thighs? These questions had plagued her
ever since she had driven him in to Salt Lake City, where he caught the
plane back to school at the end of his vacation. She was now no closer
to an answer than she had been when she first asked them. His few
letters and the more frequent calls had given no inkling of his thinking
about the deed they had shared.

"Ooohh!" Eileen groaned, burying her face in the quilt and shuddering as
her fingers worked powerfully against her excited flesh.

The addition of a finger in her asshole, she had discovered a few years
ago, added an incredible stimulus to her sex play and greatly added to
the violence of her climaxes. She had found a book, one of those cheap
paperback novels with a nude voluptuous beauty on the front cover, in a
cabin vacated by a guest and had appropriated it. The book, a novel with
an improbable setting and even more ludicrous plot, had concerned a
young girl who had been anally raped by a gang of motorcycle riders.
Although the book had been trash, the sex scenes had been written with a
certain dash and liveliness not found in the rest of the pages. Eileen
had found herself thinking almost constantly of the heroine's troubles
for a few days after reading the book. Finally, when she lay alone in
her bed with one hand busily plunging into her cunt, she had given in
and tried the experiment. It had taken her a few minutes to discover a
satisfactory way of getting a finger into her own asshole but once she
had accomplished the feat she had felt a strong surge of sexuality
sweeping through her entire midsection and had shortly fucked herself
into a state of near-delirium. Now she seldom failed to fuck herself in
both the openings between her thighs.

"Aargh-owwww!" she moaned, pressing harder against her hands and
quivering heavily as she sought to work out the tensions within her
tall, trim body. "Oooohh! Come, make it now! Come!"


Chapter 2


When Eileen awoke the next morning she still felt a warm, soft afterglow
of sexual contentment. Her bed and body reeked of come, though it was a
smell which she loved. She never failed to marvel at the way her cunt
could transform sperm, giving it a sharp sexual scent. Mere sperm by
itself could not begin to compare with the mixed essence of love, as she
knew from having sniffed of her son's sheets after he had had a wet
dream.

Nevertheless, she drew herself a bath, laced it liberally with
pine-scented bath oil and got in with a grateful sigh. After reclining
in the water and allowing it to lull her into a state of
near-unconsciousness, she stirred and lathered her pussy with care,
washing away every trace of Hank's ejaculation. After emerging from her
bedroom, fully bathed and dressed, she prepared a hearty breakfast and
ate every bit of it.

There were only two couples staying at the ranch--it was a bit early for
the summer crowd--and she knew that Hank could take care of their needs.
She spent the morning in straightening up her accounts and walked down
to the mailbox in time to meet the mailman. Sorting through the
collection he gave her, she picked out the most likely envelopes to open
first. The reservations for summer visits were coming in even faster
than last year, which had been her best season ever, and she made the
proper entries in her reservations book and typed out the answering
cards. As she was finishing this task, the telephone on her cluttered
desk rang and she picked up the receiver.

"Mrs. Tremaine? I was wondering if perhaps you might have a vacant cabin
this week?" the caller asked. "I've just discovered that I'm going to
have a couple of weeks free and, since I've been wanting to visit your
ranch I thought I might be able to take this opportunity."

"Yes, I have a number of vacancies," Eileen answered. "Rather a slow
time of the year, just now."

"Good. I'm Doreen Mason, Mrs. Al Mason," the caller said. "From Los
Angeles. Fred and Arlene Winston recommended your ranch; I believe they
stayed there last October."

"Er, I believe they did," Eileen agreed. "Very well, Mrs. Mason, I'll
need your home address, home telephone number and your expected date of
arrival."

When she received the information she jotted it down, thanked Mrs. Mason
and hung up. She also wrote herself a note to meet Mrs. Mason at the
airport in Salt Lake City the next day at noon, which was the earliest
she could arrive. As always, when she took a reservation over the
telephone, Eileen wondered about the caller. Doreen Mason had sounded
young, perhaps thirty. Her voice had a sophisticated, educated quality
and she had specifically requested one of the first-class cabins, making
no sign of a protest when Ellen had mentioned the stiff rate she charged
for the luxuriously furnished units.

I just hope she's not trying to crank herself up for a divorce or
something, Eileen said to herself as she turned to other duties. They're
always the most trouble, those wives who come out here to solve their
problems.

Doreen Mason seemed not to have a care in the world, Eileen decided when
she picked up the woman the next day and drove her back to the ranch.
She explained her husband's absence by mentioning that he was a
professor of psychology at a Los Angeles college and that he would
hardly miss her for the two weeks, which came at the end of the term and
would be primarily a season of test-giving and marking for him.

"He won't even know I'm gone," Doreen said. "Actually I'm sort of an
advance party--a group of faculty wives have been looking for a nice
ranch where we can go on a group excursion. You know, the sort of place
where we can all get away from our husbands for a few days and let our
hair down in privacy."

"There'll be plenty of privacy," Eileen assured her. "My theory is that
you should give a guest as much leeway as she wants. If you want it that
way, I'll make sure that no one will bother you."

Their conversation on the ride back to the ranch, a distance of some
fifty miles, confirmed her initial friendly response to the new guest.
Doreen Mason looked to be about thirty, as she had sounded over the
phone, and was of medium height, though of a build verging toward
plumpness. She was especially big in the breasts and Eileen had to
suppress a smile at the thought of the woman riding a horse without a
bra. She very obviously had not bothered to wear one on the plane and
her big breasts jostled each other comfortably in the front of the
expensively tailored silk shirt under her pantsuit. Her black hair and
dark coloring meant that she would not be likely to become a sunburn
victim, a relief, and also lent an aura of exotic interest to her plump
cheeks and sparking brown eyes. Her regular features lit up with
interest as they drove into the foothills in which the Bar T lay and
Ellen saw that she was a very beautiful woman when sparked with
curiosity or interest. By the time they turned in at the main gate of
the ranch Eileen decided that she liked her new guest very much.

Later that afternoon, just before dinner, Eileen took a walk around the
outbuildings of her ranch. She always derived a feeling of solid
satisfaction from these walks and from looking at the evidence of
material progress she and her late husband had made. The ranch had been
only a tumble-down main house and a rat-infested barn when they had
bought the place, almost fifteen years ago and shortly after their
marriage. It had taken a lot of hard work but they had built it into a
thriving enterprise and she knew the trim, spic-and-span buildings
reflected success and prosperity.

Eileen turned the corner of the barn and came upon Doreen sitting on an
upturned bucket and gazing intently into the corral. Looking that way,
she saw Jackson, one of the burros they kept around the ranch for pack
trips. An obstinate but sturdy little gray creature, he could be
depended upon to eat anything left lying around a campsite and could
empty a foodbox quicker than any group of cowboys she had ever known.
Jackson stood placidly in the corral and nibbled at a few wisps of hay.
Eileen walked closer to the woman, who stared at the burro as if she had
been put into a trance; she was standing only a couple of feet away from
Doreen before the woman turned to notice her. Eileen saw that her cheeks
were flushed a deep hue of red and that she was highly agitated.

"My God, I'd always heard that about donkeys but I never really believed
it!" Doreen whispered.

"What?" Eileen asked, seeing only the obstinate troublemaker she had
always known. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"That cock! Look at that cock hanging down from his belly!"

Eileen looked and had to suppress a giggle. As Doreen had said,
Jackson's prick was indeed hanging from his scruffy gray belly. The
instrument was dark-brown and drooped limply for about a foot. Doreen's
hotly flushed face and bright, glinting eyes suggested that she found
the sight exciting.

"Oh, that," Eileen said. "The burros are always doing that. The horses,
too, at least the geldings and the stud. It doesn't mean anything, I
don't think. My husband used to tell me that they ran their cocks out to
cool them off!"

"Yes, I can see that it isn't hard," Doreen whispered. "But the size of
the thing! Are horses much bigger than that?"

"Come to think of it, they're not," Eileen remarked. "That's a curious
thing about animals, at least horses and burros. There isn't much
difference in their cocks when they're hard and when they aren't, except
that they get harder. But no bigger, though."

She could see that the woman was highly excited by the donkey's prick,
which amused her. She herself had been around the ranch's animals far
too long to see them as anything but familiar fixtures.

"I'll tell you what," Eileen suggested after a moment, during which
Doreen had said nothing at all and had not removed her eyes from
Jackson's cock. "If you'd like to go along, we could take a little drive
tomorrow. I know something that might really interest you. Some of the
neighbors are bringing over a couple of mares who are coming into heat;
they're going to breed them to my stallion. We can slip down to the
horse pasture tomorrow and have a good look at the proceedings if you'd
like."

"Could we?" Doreen asked, moving her eyes away from Jackson for the
first time. "My God, what an exciting thing to see! I've always beard
about stallions and their mares; it sounds like it would be out of
sight! Ooohh, I'd love to go!"

They made a date of it and Eileen promised to pick Doreen up at eight
o'clock sharp for the drive to the horse pasture. She kept Ace, her
prize stallion, in a pen by himself a couple of miles farther up a
canyon, well away from the main cluster of buildings. Doreen had a
question as soon as she got into the pickup the next morning.

"Will there be other people there?" she asked. "I think I'd be ashamed
to watch if there were other people around. Isn't that hypocritical of
me?"

"I don't know if it's hypocritical or not," Eileen said, "but I came
prepared just in case. I've got a spotting telescope here and we can
park well away from the lot if you'd rather. There will be some other
people there--Hank, my foreman, and the men who own the mares. Come to
think of it, you might feel a little out of place around them. I mean,
it would be perfectly obvious that we'd come there just to see the mares
get fucked."

Eileen had deliberately used the vulgar term, hoping to measure Doreen's
reaction, and she scored a success right away. The woman's face flushed
brightly and she averted her eyes at the mention of the plain, sturdy
verb. Eileen congratulated herself upon having read her guest correctly:
Doreen wanted to witness the breeding of a mare simply to excite
herself. Evidently she was the kind of woman who found sexual activity
exciting to watch, even though it only involved animals. Eileen had
witnessed far too many breeding's to find any special erotic thrill in it
any longer; she associated a breeding with a lot of hard, dusty, sweaty
work.

"It might be a little different from what you're expecting," she said as
she turned off the main track and took the pickup into rougher country.
"A stallion isn't always as horny as a man; sometimes he has to be
coaxed into doing his work."

Doreen wanted to know what she meant but Eileen refused to explain,
saying that she would see soon enough for herself. They clattered along
over progressively rougher country and finally came to a halt. Eileen
got out, bringing her spotting scope--Jack, Sr. had used it for target
practice and hunting--and its tripod, and led Doreen into a thick clump
of junipers crowning a low ridge. They squatted down in the edge of the
thick growth and she set up the scope, pointing it at the small barn and
corral laid out in the canyon floor beneath them. The corral was perhaps
a quarter-mile off but the scope would bring it into close view,
permitting them to see everything. She focused the instrument and then
rolled out of the way for Doreen to see.

"We're just in time," she murmured. "And like I told you, the stallion's
a bit balky. He's the sorrel."

Ace was indeed a handsome brute of an animal. His coat glistened in the
sharp morning sunlight. He showed only a slight interest in the mares, a
gray and a bay, and continued munching hay out of the trough before him.

"What are they doing with that burro?" Doreen asked.

Eileen explained that she was watching Jackson, the same burro she had
seen yesterday. When a stallion proved balky and unwilling to mount the
mares, she added, the men had to provoke his jealousy and get him more
in the mood for servicing his mates. Burros, she said, were
exceptionally horny and needed no such enticement; they were always
ready to belly up to a mare and sink their cocks in a hot pussy. She
allowed Doreen exclusive use of the scope, since she knew quite well
what was going on, and explained the proceedings as she watched with her
naked eyes.

"They get Jackson excited and he tries to mount the mare," she
whispered. "But they don't let him fuck her; that would produce a mule
instead of a horse colt and nobody wants a mule. So, as soon as it looks
like he's going to get his prick in the mare, they slap it down and pull
him off. After a while Ace will get interested and do his work
properly."

Doreen expressed a compassionate regard for the frustrated burro, who
was braying angrily and scuffing the dusty corral's floor in his
impatience to start fucking. He sniffed under the gray mare's tail and
mounted her with surprising ease. Doreen marveled at the way the tiny
burro could strain and stretch himself in his effort to get his cock
into the mare's pussy. Jackson cavorted like an acrobat and once seemed
on the verge of crawling onto the mare's back.

Eileen could see that her guest was growing more excited by the minute
and caught the sensual fever. Perhaps it was merely due to her proximity
to the highly excited woman but whatever the cause, she felt a surge of
hot, passionate blood flowing through the tissues of her pussy and
became more aware of her sexual hungers. Doreen's grunts of surprise and
moans of astonishment became more and more pronounced until Eileen began
to wonder if the woman might come while watching the performance in the
corral below. Ace finally caught the fever and quickly fucked both
mares, nudging Jackson aside with proud disdain and mounting with an
urgency. The mares shrieked with excitement when they felt the massive
prick spearing their cunts, plowing deep and blasting out a load of hot
come. Doreen expressed great surprise at the quickness of the act, once
Ace had gotten the message.

"Stallions might be really hung," Eileen murmured softly, "but they
aren't much for an extended fucking session. They get it in and wham!
they shoot their load in a hurry."

"Mmm, just like a young kid!" Doreen breathed. "God, that's the best
thing about making it with a teenager; they come so quick! And so much!"

Eileen looked at her guest with startled eyes, amazed to find one of her
own thoughts coming from another. She did not reply to the woman's
passionate remark, perhaps because she feared what she might say. They
lay there another minute or two and then Ellen suggested leaving. They
slipped back through the junipers, got into the pickup and pulled away
without saying another word. Eileen drove back to the main buildings in
a dither; she did not know what to do next.

"Er, I get the impression you might want to go back to your cabin," she
said as she slowed down near the row of guest cottages.

"You know it!" Doreen breathed. "I can't help it; I've got to do it! Oh,
it was the most exciting thing ever!"

Eileen shifted herself about uncomfortably on the pickup's seat. The
sexual excitement she had caught from Doreen had made her pussy
sensitive and she could feel her excited flesh rubbing against the stiff
seat beneath her. Working the clutch and brake pedals had caused her
thighs to rub together and forced the stiff cloth of her jeans harder
into her pussy to arouse her more than ever.

"Come in with me," Doreen whispered when they stopped in front of her
cabin. "Let's do it together! God, I'm so horny, so hot, so fucking hot!
Come on, Eileen, come inside and make it with me! I've got a dildo
that's out of sight. It's so much like a cock you wouldn't believe it!
Let's both get ourselves a come!"

Eileen quivered excitedly and felt her nipples and clitoris throb with a
desperate urgency at the tone of abandoned excitement in the woman's
throaty voice. Even though she had never masturbated in the presence of
anyone else, not even her husband, she felt a powerful sense of desire
now. Marveling at her own weakness, she switched off the pickup's
ignition and opened the door. Doreen scampered into the cottage and
Eileen followed, pulling the front door closed and bolting it. Doreen
stood in the center of the small living room and tore off her clothes.
Eileen's body gave off progressively stronger thrills of excitement and
she too began undressing. She saw that Doreen's body was even lovelier
than she had supposed. The woman's breasts were especially remarkable.
Full and firm, easily the size of large grapefruits, they swelled out to
finely pointed cones of reddish-brown flesh; huge maroon circles of
aroused flesh separated the nipple from the rest of the mound. When she
had ripped off her panties she spread her feet wide apart and clasped
her pussy between her hands, rubbing herself sensually as she watched
Eileen's clothes drop off.

"God, it's been ages since I've felt so horny!" Doreen whispered. "Mmm,
you've got a beautiful body--I love your big tits!"

Eileen paused with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her panties.
The woman's tone had not been what she expected; it sounded very much as
though Doreen's remark had been made more out of desire than envy.
Doreen watched her for another moment and then hurried off to the
bedroom, announcing that she would return with her toys. When she came
back she had a battery-powered vibrator in one hand and a
formidable-looking dildo in the other. Eileen had never seen either
instrument before and wondered what kind of woman she had taken up with.
The dildo was made of a semi-soft rubbery substance and, as Doreen had
said, bore an amazing resemblance to a genuine prick. It looked to be a
good eight inches long, perhaps two inches thick, and even had a pair of
sculpted balls. It had a strap fastened to the base by snaps but the
most frightening thing about it was the inch-wide row of tiny rubber
spikes circling the shaft just behind the obscenely large cock head.
Eileen shuddered at the thought of being fucked by so formidable a tool
but Doreen seemed to think that it was a beautiful object.

"Which one do you want?" Doreen asked, brandishing the tools. "I can't
ever decide which one is best."

Eileen could not make up her own mind and was indeed dubious about using
either. She finally accepted the strap-on dildo, however, and found that
holding the massive tool in her hand gave her a stronger desire to feel
it going into her cunt. She wondered about the strap; evidently a person
could fasten it around his waist and pull it down into position for use
as a supplementary prick.

"Do you want to use it on me?" Doreen asked, seeing her handle the strap
and mistakenly supposing that she meant to put it around her hips. "I've
never been fucked with it, not by anyone else, I mean, but I'll bet it
would be fun! God, I'd love to have you between my legs, feel you
working that monster in!"

Eileen almost dropped the dildo, she was so shocked at the insane
suggestion. She quickly saw that Doreen was entirely in earnest,
however, and decided that she might like playing the man's part. Doreen
read the quick glint of decision in her eyes and lay back on the couch,
propping her left leg on the top of the cushioned back and trailing her
right leg on the floor. Eileen fumbled with the straps and managed to
get the thing fastened around her waist. An auxiliary strap went between
her legs and kept the base of the big rubber prick pulled down over her
lovemound; she giggled at the sight of a cock, even a false one,
protruding from the base of her belly.

"Yes, it looks odd," Doreen whispered, watching her intently, "to see a
prick beneath those wonderful breasts of yours! Get on me, darling, and
let me feel it going in! Ooohh, I want to fuck so badly!"

Eileen found it difficult to walk with the straps digging into her hips
and pussy but she soon adjusted to their pressure and got between the
woman's full, widespread thighs. Doreen reached down to guide the nose
of the dildo into the lips of her pussy and brought her legs up to
enclose Eileen's quivering body. Eileen pushed against the base of the
dildo and saw Doreen's eyes widen with joy as the tool opened the mouth
of her cunt. She felt the woman's legs tighten around her body and a
powerful thrill of sexual excitement surged outward from her pussy as
she began fucking in earnest. Doreen gasped out a strangled oath of
delirious exhortation and wrapped her arms around Eileen, pulling her
face down onto her raised breasts and panting with anticipation.


Chapter 3


Doreen gave every indication of accepting Eileen just as though she were
a man. Her fervent, obscene cries of abandoned exhortation, the
convulsive twists and thrusts of her trim, quivering hips as Eileen
worked the rubber prick into her grasping cunt, the quick gasps which
escaped from her lips, all seemed to be exactly the same reactions she
would be displaying were the prick boring into her body made of human
flesh instead of rubber. She clawed at Eileen's buttocks, digging her
fingers into the smoothly rounded globes, and even reached farther with
one hand, searching for and finding her partner's asshole. She fingered
the tight hole with the tip of her right middle finger. Eileen gave a
mighty lunge of excitement when she felt Doreen begin massaging that
exquisitely tender opening.

The dildo straps were made of heavy canvas and fitted the tool snugly
around Eileen's loins. Even so, she could tell that the action was not
exactly the same as a man's prick would give; she could feel the tool
pulling away from her own pussy whenever she attempted to extract it
from Doreen's cunt and prepare for another thrust. She had to exaggerate
her thrusting movements but quickly found that she could almost
duplicate the cock thrusts of a man. Doreen gave no indication at all
that she had other than joyous reactions to her attempts at acting a
man's part in the fucking. She groaned frantically each time Eileen
pulled the thick tool from her cunt and every slow, spearing thrust
brought a delighted gasp to her full, red lips. Her thighs gripped
powerfully and she rubbed her fire-tipped breasts into Eileen's, giving
them both an additional powerful dose of stimulation.

The base of the tool nudged comfortably against Eileen's swollen
clitoris each time she thrust it into Doreen's cunt and the strap
running between her thighs soon began rubbing the lips of her pussy.
These exciting sensations, together with the sensuality emanating from
Doreen's finely aroused body, made her womb tighten into a hard,
quivering ball. The extent and intensity of her reaction surprised her;
she had not supposed that it would be very exciting to fuck another
woman with an artificial prick, not matter how large and grotesque
looking it might be. Eileen was discovering that it could be exciting
and fulfilling to administer sexual pleasure to another woman as to
receive it from a member of the opposite sex.

"Unnngghh!" Doreen groaned, tossing her hips about madly and bumping her
pussy against the base of the rubber prick with mad, savage abandon.
"Shove it in, all the way in! Leave it there and--oh!--let me fuck it
myself!"

Eileen did as she was told and drove the immense tool as far as possible
into the woman's cunt. Doreen gave a low, whimpering cry of sexual
anguish and immediately tightened the grip of her powerful legs around
Eileen's body. She lifted her hips upward, exposing her hot-lipped pussy
more completely to the deeply planted tool, and began grinding her rump
from side to side, up and down; she was fucking with a mindless,
primitive intensity that set aside every consideration except the
immediate goal of orgiastic release.

Holding her loins tightly against the heaving woman, Eileen discovered
that she could, by moving her hips very slightly, work her strained
clitoris against the base of the dildo strapped to her body. She was in
no mood to pass up any kind of sexual stimulation, regardless of the
source, and she began squeezing against the tool with slow, sensuous
wiggles. She worked herself against the tool with mounting success and
then felt the strap of the tool slip between the lips of her pussy,
spreading them wide and scraping against the highly aroused flesh in a
way that made her quiver from head to foot. Seizing the opportunity, she
reached around her right hip and fastened her hand around the strap. By
pulling upon it, she could make it work against her pussy all the
harder. She soon felt her womb give a warning tingle, the warning signal
of orgiastic joy lying just ahead, and she began writhing at an even
faster, harder pace.

"Mmmm! You're working it in my cunt just right!" Doreen cried out with a
lusty burst of hip-tossing grinds.

"Oooohh! Agghhh!" Eileen groaned. "I'm coming, I'm coming already!"

They clung together, locked in a passionate embrace, and allowed their
nervous systems to carry them the rest of the way. Eileen lost all track
of time; for a few moments she was conscious of nothing but the mighty
storm which had developed within her deep cunt. She twisted and
strained, working her flesh against the tool and the thick strap. She
groaned and sobbed aloud as her womb succumbed to the intense pressures.
A flood of warm, musky oil ran out of her cunt and deluged the dildo,
the strap and dripped down onto Doreen's frantic, throbbing slit.

Doreen shrieked with abandoned pleasure when she felt her own cunt give
an answering throb and turn into an inferno of raging lust. She fucked
back at the throbbing woman with all her power. She worked her cunt
around the big tool Eileen had thrust into her and shuddered heavily as
the waves of solid orgasmic pleasure swept over her body. Her cries
mounted to a shrill crescendo, keeping pace with the mounting pressure
of her cunt's throbbing. At the very peak of her joy she gave a small,
weak whimper and fell back in a limp heap. She panted heavily and caught
up her big breasts, massaging them gently, as her cunt slowly lost the
delicious grip upon sexual delirium it had earlier had.

"Oooohh, that's the way to fuck a pussy!" she whispered softly. "You
sure you never got it on with a girl before? Honey, you swung that tool
like you'd been doing it all your life!"

Eileen assured her new friend that she had never even so much as touched
another woman or even had any interest in doing so. Doreen shook her
head in wonder. She promised that as soon as she had caught her breath
she would remove the dildo from Eileen's waist and use it on her. The
promise sent a cold shiver of dread anticipation over Eileen; she
remembered the bizarre look of the tool, with those circles of soft
rubber spikes adorning its shaft. She was not sure that her cunt would
be able to stand such violent treatment.

Doreen laughed heartily and assured her that she would love every inch
of the cock. A woman's cunt, she pointed out, was always much more
sensitive when she had had a climax without being penetrated deeply, a
fact of which Eileen was well aware, and thus she would appreciate the
dildo more than ever. Eileen reluctantly disengaged herself and
unsnapped the dildo straps. Doreen shuddered heavily as the thick rod
slipped from her cunt; it emerged bright and glistening with her
cunt-juices. Eileen found herself wanting to be penetrated by that
awesome prick; she could feel the mouth of h& cunt drawing up into a
tighter, smaller knot of excited flesh as she contemplated being pierced
by the tool.

Doreen accepted the dildo and twisted about on the bed. She apologized
for not strapping it on, explaining that she was too weak to mount a
thorough-going attack upon Eileen's cunt, but assured her that she could
make it every bit as good. She directed Eileen to kneel upon the bed,
holding her body in an upright position, so that she could drive the
dildo up into her cunt from beneath. Eileen assumed the position,
trembling with hungry desire, and watched her friend bring the tool
closer to her pussy.

"Oooohh, it looks so big!" she exclaimed. "Are you sure those spikes
won't hurt me?"

"They'll make you come like you've never come before," Doreen promised.
"Didn't you ever get fucked before by a guy wearing a French tickler?"

Eileen had not and she said so. In fact, she did not even know what a
French tickler was, though she had no doubt that Doreen could fill her
in very completely on that particular score. The woman seemed to be
totally devoted to sexual pleasure. She held the dildo very close to the
lips of Eileen's hot, aching pussy and then touched the tool to her
flesh, making her jump and gasp with delight. The head was far bigger
than any prickhead she had ever had thrust between the lips of her pussy
and the shaft was even larger. She knew that she would be strained to
the utmost once the woman got all the rod thrust into her cunt, but she
was so excited that she would have died rather than pass up the attempt
to take it all.

Doreen explained that she would start nosing the prick into her cunt and
then turn it over to her so that she could fuck herself at her own
speed. As she was watching Eileen masturbate, she said, she would apply
the vibrator to her own body and perhaps they could watch each other
come. Eileen's cunt gave a ferocious leap of erotic delight as she heard
that and she touched the tip of the dildo to her pussy's lips, bringing
another shudder of pleasure to her body. The tool was still warm from
Doreen's cunt. By using it fresh from anther's hole, Eileen thought,
she was making it even more exciting and she felt a sudden, inexplicable
surge of desire shoot through her loins as she watched the woman settle
back with the cigar-shaped vibrator. The tool looked to be seven or
eight inches long and was made of white plastic. Doreen touched it to
the lips of her pussy lips, still dark with lusty passion and her
pussy oils and switched it on.

"Agghhh!" she groaned, grimacing as the powerful little electric motor
inside the tool's handle whirred into life.

Eileen forced more of the broad, bulbous dildo head into the lips of her
pussy. She felt it spearing the mouth of her cunt and when she increased
the pressure upon it she also felt that taut, strained opening begin to
spread wider. She was tighter and more aroused than normal but this only
made the dildo all the more attractive as a sexual instrument. She
forced it against her pussy harder and grunted out sharply as her flesh
was pierced and spread even wider.

Doreen ran the tip of the whirring vibrator over every part of her
pussy, covering both sides of the gaping slit and running it down the
ripe, juicy furrow as well, and then thrust it into her cunt with a
quick flip of her wrist. The sudden penetration brought a weak,
quavering cry of animal joy to her lips and her hands drove the tool
deeper. She held it in place for a moment and then brought it out. It
emerged thickly coated with her cunty oils. She held it out to Eileen's
pussy, a question in her eyes. Eileen understood the gesture and the
look and nodded.

"Do it to me!" she panted, working the head of the dildo further into
the mouth of her cunt and gasped wildly as the instrument further
dilated the tender opening. "Work it over my pussy! Make me come!"

Doreen extended her hand further and brought the whirring tip of the
vibrator into contact with Eileen's pussylips. Eileen cried out weakly,
lurched forward and thrust the spiked dildo into her cunt with a
convulsive lunge. The thick-shafted tool speared deep; the spikes slid
over the taut rim of her cunt and plunged inside the hot, grasping
tunnel. She moaned as the tool probed further into her strained,
tortured flesh.

Doreen withdrew the vibrator after a moment and turned it back toward
her own cunt. She thrust it deep and gasped with renewed joy; the hole
had grown exquisitely sensitive during the vibrator's absence and it
greeted the tool's entrance with frantic throbs of primitive joy. She
worked it deep, twisting it to make sure that the tip probed into every
nook and cranny of the hot crack. She cried out at Eileen, telling her
to twist the dildo within her cunt, and began plunging the vibrator in
and out with quick, choppy strokes.

Eileen twisted it and immediately felt a terrible explosion take place
deep in her loins. As she twisted the dildo around, the spikes dug deep
into the supremely tender walls of her cunt and lent a special flavor to
the excitement which raced over her shuddering body. She began working
the tool in and out, twisting it at the same time, and felt the spasms
growing stronger. Within seconds she was experiencing the strongest,
most violent climax she had ever known. The force of the spasms even
exceeded those she had felt when she had forced her cunt down upon the
prick of young Jack. She felt as though her womb was melting and running
down the walls of her cunt and dripping out onto the dildo as she
continued working in and out of her frantically throbbing hole.

She howled and shook like a leaf in an autumn wind. "Ohhhh! My cunt! I'm
coming all over, I can't stop coming!"

She looked down and saw that Doreen was removing the vibrator from her
cunt. The woman held the tool with one band and used the index finger of
the other to find her asshole. Then she transferred the vibrator tip
there and began working it in. Eileen's eyes widened in surprise; though
she was gripped by a passion mightier than any she had ever known, she
retained enough command over her senses to understand what the woman was
doing.

Doreen worked the cunt-moistened vibrator into the rim of her ass and
then shoved it deep. At the same time she used her free hand to massage
the lips of her pussy. She squeezed the big, discolored flaps together,
pulled them away from her body and then thrust two fingers deep between
them. She withdrew the fingers and ran them over her clitoris. At the
same time her other hand drove the vibrator deeper until only an inch of
the cream-colored plastic protruded from the tightly strained asshole.
She grasped it by the end and rotated it, stroking her pussy all the
while and occasionally running the same two fingers into her cunt.

Eileen watched in fascination. The sight of another woman giving herself
sexual pleasure in such an unrestrained, uninhibited manner excited her
enormously and she felt her climax returning, stronger than ever. She
helped it along by working the dildo in and out with lightninglike jabs
and even flicked her own throbbing clitoris with a finger whenever she
could. She bumped her hips forward and backward in a fucking motion. The
added effort lent even more vigor to the convulsive throbs of her cunt
and made her grunt all the louder as her body reverberated with sensual
delirium. Groaning and sobbing with every beat of her heart, she fucked
herself with the dildo until she could no longer hold herself upright.
Giving a low, weak moan of satisfaction, she toppled over onto her side
and lay there, utterly spent.

Doreen continued fucking herself in the ass with the vibrator until she
had exhausted her sensual appetite. She flicked off the tool with a
whimper of delight and stretched out on her side. The tool remained
lodged in her ass and protruded from the firmly molded rim of her
buttocks. The two women lay side by side for several minutes. Neither
could speak--there was no need for words. Each knew that the other had
experienced something very much like the ultimate in sexual pleasure.

Eileen felt her heart warming to the strange, sensual woman who had
burst upon her horizon with such unexpected results. The sexual
intimacies they had shared removed every trace of restraint and she felt
as though she had known Doreen all her life. At last she summoned up
enough strength to thank her for the use of the dildo; she added that it
had given her more pleasure than most of the men she had ever had
between her thighs.

"If only someone would make one that could shoot hot come like a man!"
Doreen exclaimed. "Like a young stud, say, sixteen or seventeen;
somebody who could really shoot it out strong--that's what would make it
just super perfect!"

Eileen observed that she seemed to have a fixation upon young males and
their prowess as sexual partners. The observation brought a knowing
smile. Doreen rolled onto her back, lifted her legs up and brought the
vibrator out of her asshole before answering. She toyed with the tool
for a moment, as though she might be considering again thrusting it into
her cunt, and then laid it aside with a sigh. She then admitted that she
had been carrying on affairs for the last three years with a succession
of boys. They had ranged in age from fifteen to seventeen, and all had
been fired with a lusty eagerness to learn everything she could teach
them about lovemaking. She acknowledged that she considered this to be
cheating on her husband but pointed out that he was now over forty and
quite simply could not produce enough sex drive to satisfy her ravenous
wants.

"I thought I'd be able to do without it," she told Eileen, "but every
year I seem to want it more and more; it's like I can't get enough of
it. And I want it with boys too--young ones, the kind who can keep their
cocks hard for hours and can shoot come over and over without losing
interest!"

She expounded at length upon the peculiar joys of introducing naive
youths to the more sophisticated varieties of lovemaking, especially the
oral arts. Eileen felt her pussy growing warm and wet when she heard the
woman's fervent praise of young semen, sucked and swallowed from the
stiff cock of an enthusiastic youth. She thought at once of her own son;
she tried to imagine herself forcing her lips down over his
lust-stiffened prick and teasing the sperm from his balls. She could not
imagine the sensations which would result from feeling his cock become a
meaty geyser, inundating her tongue and throat with that hot, salty
spew.

Eileen felt an enormous conviction growing inside that she must tell
Doreen about her son. She raised up on an elbow, looked directly into
the woman's dark eyes and unburdened herself. She found it difficult to
talk at first but Doreen displayed a wonderfully sympathetic attitude
and listened in such a calm, encouraging manner that Eileen found it
easier to pour out her tale. She did not spare herself, nor did she
attempt to excuse or cover up any part of the drunken, lustful act she
had committed with her own son.

"It sounds wonderful!" Doreen heatedly exclaimed when she finished.
Then, seeing the expression of surprise which spread over her face, she
went on, "Surely you're not hung up about it? You're not suffering guilt
or anything like that?"

Eileen could not deny that this was the case. She felt better for having
confessed her sinful deed but she could not find a trace of condemnation
in Doreen's eyes. If anything, the woman seemed actually to approve of
what she had done! She looked incredulously at the woman and shook her
head in dismay.

Doreen laughed heartily and proceeded to assure her that she had in no
way done anything that she should be sorry for. When Eileen started to
say how awful incest was, the woman merely laughed gaily and shook her
head. She made Eileen sit down beside her and then gave her a short
lecture on incest. Her husband, a specialist in abnormal psychology, had
made a detailed study of the subject and had examined the ancient taboo
from every aspect. He had found no medical, biological, physical,
genetic or psychological reason to believe that incest was in any way
different from any other kind of sexual encounter. The only difference,
Doreen said, was that so many people thought it was different and,
acting upon that belief, helped create situations which lent a
superficial credence to their misconception.

"The only thing that night means is that you were just super horny,"