Curt Aldrich

Daughter loves horses

CHAPTER ONE

Cindy felt like an animal. It was disgusting, but she couldn't help herself. With every thrust of Oscar's big cock in her clutching pussyhole, she lost more and more control. She found herself grunting, grinding her pelvis up at him, trying to suck his cock deeper inside herself. If he hadn't been clothed, she would have sunk her fingernails through the skin on his upper back. She was delirious, out of her mind with heat and fuck-itch. She couldn't help herself, and she knew that at this moment she was no better than an animal.

"Fuck me! Oh fuck me!" she growled, her teeth clenched, her brunette head twisting from side to side against the mattress.

"Cindy!" Oscar moaned. "Oh Cindy! Oh God, Cindy!"

His face was flushed the color of his cock-head, and he dripped sweat. His rigid prick plunged in Cindy's cunt, making her fuck juices froth out and soil his dress trousers.

"Marry me, Cindy! Oh please, I wanna marry you!"

"Don't talk," Cindy grunted. "Oh please, just keep moving!"

"Marry me, Cindy, please marry me!"

"Fuck me!" Cindy mumbled, her hips churning, her body undulating. With each thrust of Oscar's cock into her crotch, she felt like moaning, "Yes, yes, I will marry you," but she still retained enough of her sanity not to be that stupid.

"Keep moving, Oscar! Keep fucking!" She tightened her pussy, wiggled her ass, and watched her boyfriend's eyes nearly pop out.

He bore down on her, fucking so fast and hard that his breathing sounded like he was racing the mile. The sounds of the rhythmically creaking mattress, of wild panting and moaning, of a stiff cock plunging in a juicy cunt, filled the dormitory room, exciting the fucking couple even more. Oscar drove them both toward orgasm, his pistoning cock like a red-hot snake.

Cindy could feel the fuck juices running down her asscrack, and she knew she was staining her bedspread. She realized that in the nearly deserted dormitory the sounds she and Oscar were making might easily be heard in the hallway, and she imagined the house mother or a janitor passing by and discovering what she was doing.

She was being such a fool, she knew, letting Oscar visit her dorm room during spring break when her roommate was gone and the dorm was almost empty – and when he could get her alone like this and fuck her. She was being such a fool, but now it was too late to think about that. Once Oscar got his cock anchored in her, she was lost, and come hell or high water, she was stuck on her boyfriend, and he was stuck in her, and they were going to fuck until they both exploded and relieved the maddening tension in their loins.

As his prick plunged between her swollen pussylips, she tightened her legs around him, whining from the incredible itch and heat in her crotch. Her bare feet were up in the air, her panties still dangling from her right ankle. Oscar had been so hot to get inside her that he'd fallen between her legs before he'd pulled her panties completely off. He was still fully dressed except for his shoes, and Cindy was still wearing her dress, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her body naked from the waist down.

"Uh! Uhhh! Uhhhhhh!"

Oscar sounded like a grunting bull. His eyes rolled wildly and his cock flexed inside Cindy. As his first spurt of cum shot into her, his eyes became white slits and his body shuddered as if an electric current were passing through it.

"Ahhhhh!"

His cock jerked repeatedly, spitting cum.

Cindy moaned, thrashing on the mattress, rocking her hips up and down as the sizzling spurts of jism drilled her again and again. Her pussylips and her entire cuntal chamber swelled around his pulsating cock. As the steel-hard fuckrod rubbed against her clit, as it sliced between her crotchlips, the fuck-itch reached such a maddening pitch in Cindy's loins that she chewed her lips to keep from crying out. She thought she was going to die from the intensity of the feeling.

"Oh God!"

She arched up, her hips churning, her spasming cunt grinding around and around Oscar's stiff cock. She pushed the back of her twisting head harder against the mattress and arched up even further, her body forming a bow. Then she sank back into the mattress, clinging to the humping young man, crushing him in a fierce orgasmic embrace. Her fingernails clawed at his back, and her toes curled hard. As the spasms shook her body, her legs trembled violently.

"Cindy! Oh God, Cindy, marry me!"

With each ejaculation, the young man proposed to her, and with each electrical jolt of his cock inside her, Cindy had to bite her lips to keep from crying out, "Yes, yes, yes!" in response.

Their humping slowed, then finally stopped. Oscar's cock twitched inside her, and occasional aftershocks in Cindy's cunt made her gasp. They kissed. Cindy almost fainted with bliss.

"Should we do it again?" Oscar said.

"Yes," Cindy sighed, stretching luxuriously under him, her cunt tightening around his still hard cock.

"Let's do it different this time."

"What do you mean, different?"

"I mean, the other way – from the back."

"What!"

"Up on your hands and knees maybe, with me behind you."

"Get off me!"

"What!"

"You heard me! Get off me!"

"But Cindy!"

"You animal! I've had enough of your filthy suggestions! What do you think I am, some kind of dog?"

She gave Oscar a shove and he rolled off her, his stiff prick popping out of her cunt. His randy fucktool was dripping with pussy juice and cum, like a snake that had been dipped in a honey pot. Cindy almost vomited at the sight of it.

She was regaining her senses now. How could she have let that gross animal stick that disgusting thing inside her? Why had she ever let him talk her into sneaking him up here? What if the house mother had caught them? She wondered if sometimes she wasn't possessed by the devil.

She got off the bed and dropped her skirt, then quickly snatched her panties off the bed and put them on, making sure her back was turned to Oscar, and that she didn't lift her skirt again as she pulled her panties into place. She was sure he was dying for a look at her ass. When she turned around, Oscar was still standing there with his hard cock sticking straight out at her and twitching. She looked quickly away, not wanting to see it.

"Put that disgusting thing away! Then please leave!"

"But Cindy, all I asked was for us to do it different for a change. We always do it the same way."

"Let's not talk about it. Just leave. I need to be alone, and you're not supposed to be in here, anyway. I don't know how I let you talk me into bringing you in."

Oscar put away his cock, but not without a struggle. He forced up his zipper, and the cylindrical bulge of his cock throbbed obscenely in his pants, his cockhead outlined. Now that it was covered, Cindy dared to look at it, and her pussy began to throb again. For a moment she had second thoughts about wanting him to leave, but she quickly got control of herself.

"Would you please leave now?"

"Can't we talk about us getting married? You never wanna talk about it. If we got married, we could have a great time together, and you wouldn't always have to worry about us getting caught."

"We shouldn't be doing what we've been doing," Cindy said. "It's immoral. I don't know how I let you talk me into it."

"Then let's get married."

"Oscar, will you please leave?"

"Should I call you later?"

"No, I'll call you – when I'm ready." She gave him a push, and he shuffled out, his head hanging.

Cindy locked the door behind him and sighed with relief. Then she sat at her desk for awhile, trying not to think about anything, trying to forget about what she'd just done with Oscar. They were doing it more and more lately, coupling like a pair of rutting animals. It was all he cared about, that animal! It was all any of them cared about. Men! She'd had about all of men she could stand.

One look over at the fuck stain on her bed and Cindy knew she had to get out of there, had to get out of town for spring break. With Oscar hounding her, she wouldn't get any studying done anyway, and she couldn't imagine spending the next two weeks in this empty dorm, answering Oscar's incessant phone calls. She knew she'd end up agreeing to meet him at least once a day, and she knew what they'd end up doing. He always managed to get her flat on her back – somehow. It was as if she blacked out or something when he started kissing her, and she always ended up flat on her back, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to – well, almost anything. No, she'd had enough. She was not going to spend the next two weeks going through hell. She was going to get out of there, and she wasn't going to tell Oscar where she was going. In fact, she wasn't even going to tell him that she was leaving.

As much as she hated the idea of going there, she knew there was only one place to go without it costing her a lot of money. Besides, she hadn't seen her mother in three years, not since entering college, not since her mother had divorced her father to marry some rich, so-called cowboy in Florida three years ago. It had taken Cindy until just recently to get over the shock, and to forgive her mother. She didn't relish the thought of going to Florida, but that's where her mother was, so that's where she'd have to go.

The Glades. It was the name of Buck Morgan's ranch. Buck was the man her mother had divorced her father for. In the snapshots Cindy had seen, Buck was always wearing a cowboy hat, and Buck's son, Shawn, looked like a miniature version of Buck and wore the same kind of cowboy hat. Cindy was sure this cowboy business was all some kind of infantile game Buck and his son, and now her own mother were playing. She knew there weren't any ranches or cowboys in Florida. Florida was all palm trees and all alligators and oranges. Well, she would soon find out just what kind of man her mother had married.

She called the airport for the next Ft. Lauderdale flight she could reserve out of Boston, then phoned her mother to arrange to be met at Ft. Lauderdale International. Cindy had so much trouble shutting her excited mother up that she hardly had enough time to pack and get to the airport in time to make her flight. Luckily, she did make it in time, and a few hours later, as her plane descended toward Ft. Lauderdale International, Cindy caught the scent of the ocean and the rich scent of tropical flora. For some reason, the scents made her restless, got her excited, made her throb between the legs; and as she left her plane, she felt Oscar's cum oozing from her pussy, getting her sticky between the thighs. She felt disgusted with herself.

Her mother nearly crushed her to death with hugs as Buck Morgan looked on, his eyes sizing her up under the broad brim of his cowboy hat. He was a hulking brute, well over six feet, with shoulders almost as wide as Cindy was tall – or so he appeared to Cindy, who kept glancing his way uneasily. She didn't appreciate the shameless way he looked her up and down, as if he could see right through her clothes.

Animal! Cindy thought. She'd never met any man who reminded her more of an animal than did Buck Morgan.

On the drive through Ft. Lauderdale and Plantation, out to the country where The Glades ranch was located, Buck and Cindy's mother sat side by side in the front seat of the pickup truck like a pair of infatuated teenagers. Buck's massive right arm was draped around Gale Morgan's shoulders as he steered one-handed. Although Cindy couldn't see it from the back seat of the custom four-doored pickup, she was sure Buck's right hand was down her mother's blouse. When her mother started squirming and breathing heavily, Cindy was shocked and disgusted. She tried to ignore what was going on in the front seat, but try as she might, she couldn't avoid Buck's green eyes, which kept ogling her in the rearview mirror.

By the time the pickup arrived at The Glades, Cindy was squirming almost as much as her mother. She knew Buck wanted to fuck her – her own stepfather wanted to fuck her! But as much as she was sickened by the idea, she couldn't help being excited by it. She found herself trying to imagine what Buck's cock looked like. It had to be enormous, like the cock of a horse.

CHAPTER TWO

Cindy was changing into shorts in the guest bedroom when she heard the grunting start. Naked, the shorts she was about to put on in one hand, she went to the door and put her head out into the hallway.

From far off in the sprawling ranch house came the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman fucking. They sounded like a pair of mating animals, Cindy's mother gasping and whining, Buck Morgan grunting like a lust-mad bull. Cindy's first impulse was to steal down the hallway and to spy on the rutting couple, but then her sense of disgust got the better of her curiosity, and she closed the door, sealing out the disturbing sounds.

Her mother sure had changed! Never in the eighteen years she'd lived with her mother and her real father had Cindy ever heard her parents fucking. She hadn't even been able to imagine that they ever fucked. Now, married to Buck Morgan, Cindy's mother, at her advanced age, was acting like some schoolgirl with a dirty itch in her panties. Not only did the woman nearly sit in her husband's lap while riding in his pickup truck, but she fucked him shamelessly and loudly, for all the house to hear, completely inconsiderate of the fact that she had a house guest.

It was all Buck Morgan's doing, Cindy knew. He'd not only enticed and stolen Cindy's mother from her father, but he'd turned the woman into a slut. Cindy felt guilty thinking of her mother in those terms, but what other word was there to describe the woman. Coming here to visit had been a terrible mistake. Cindy felt sick to her stomach and wished she could somehow just leave.

She was bending over to step into her shorts, her tits dangling like a pair of water balloons, when she heard some voices and laughter outside. She straightened up, still carrying her shorts, and peeked out the open window.

Shawn Morgan, wearing the same ridiculous cowboy hat Cindy had seen him wearing in all the snapshots, was mounted on the back of an enormous Great Dane, riding the poor dog as if it were a horse. Other than the cowboy hat, the rowdy youth wore nothing else on his bronzed body but the skimpiest pair of swimming briefs Cindy had ever seen. They were aquamarine in color, and covered no more of his loins than would the panties of the skimpiest woman's string bikini. He was so greased from face to feet with sun-tan oil that Cindy found it incredible that he could stay mounted on the Great Dane, which obviously did not enjoy being ridden, and was trying to shake the boy off.

"Whoopee!" Shawn whipped off his cowboy hat with his right hand, waving it in the air as he clutched the dog's collar in his left hand. The dog bucked wildly, and Shawn whooped all the more.

"Ride 'em, cowboy!" cheered the boy running alongside Shawn and the Dane. He too was dressed in nothing but tiny swim briefs, and his deeply tanned body looked as if it had been dipped in a vat of oil.

Cindy glanced down at her own cream-white skin and vowed that if she accomplished nothing during her few weeks at The Glades, she'd at least get a tan while she was here.

"Bring on the bitch!" Shawn said, and the other boy ran off behind the horse stables and returned within seconds with another Great Dane, which dragged him along as he clung to its leash.

The moment the second Dane appeared, the Dane Shawn was riding bucked him off with one wild heave and went for the second Dane, circling behind it and sniffing its ass. Shawn's Dane reared up, its dog-cock unsheathed completely and quivering in the air like a long red snake. The slippery cock of the stud slipped up the cunt of the bitch as the stud planted his huge paws on the bitch's lower flanks and sank his claws in. Both dogs moaned, the bitch with her tail up in the air, the stud humping as if the world were going to end in seconds and he had to get his rocks off quick.

The two teenage boys circled the coupled dogs, muttering obscenities and giggling. Their cocks had swollen enormously in their swim briefs, so stretching the silky nylon that Cindy could see their prickheads outlined boldly.

Though disgusted by the entire sick scene, Cindy was unable to look away. In fact, she leaned closer to the window to get a better look. Her cunt was pounding with tension, burning with fuck-itch, and a slippery fluid trickled from between her swollen pussy-lips and lubricated her inner thighs.

"Look at that dog-cock hum!" Shawn said. "Christ, you can hardly see it, he's got it going so fast."

"And the bitch is really feeling it," the other boy said. "Look at her wiggle that ass!"

The fucking dogs let out whining growls, their snouts up in the air, their furry bodies quivering with fuck sensation. The stud's tongue dangled as he humped, his dog spit dripping on the bitch's rump. He had her gripped firmly with his claws, and he appeared to jerk her back and forth as he plunged his cock into her again and again, his back rounded, his loins humping.

"Fuck, this is getting me hot," Shawn said. He pushed his tight briefs down in front until they were hooked under his plump young balls. His cock stood straight as a ramrod, pointing upward, its veins bulging, lube oozing from its pisshole and running down it like clear frosting. He grabbed his swollen fucktool and started to pump it.

The other boy lost no time in hooking the front of his own swim briefs under his sweaty nuts and grabbing his own naked cock to fist it. Like Shawn's cock, this boy's cock appeared enormous due to his skinny body. Both boys sported fully grown, man-sized cocks while retaining slender teen bodies, so that their cocks appeared to be even larger than they already were. Cindy gazed at their cocks, salivating both from the mouth and the cunt. Her shorts fell to the floor, forgotten, and she plunged both her hands between her legs, rubbing her swollen cunt and moaning softly.

The two boys squatted as they jerked off, leaning close so they could watch the stud's cock pistoning in the bitch's cunt. They not only watched closely, but they sniffed, beating off faster as they got turned on by the scent of the canine bitch. Fuck juices dribbled from the bitch's hot pussy. Lube dribbled from the throbbing pricks of the boys. Pussycream oozed from Cindy's pulsating cunt, getting her hands all slimy, running down her inner thighs like paste.

The Dane stud let out occasional yelps and growls as he pleasured his dog-cock in the bitch. The masturbating youths breathed hotly, their faces flushed, their back and shoulder muscles rippling as their arms jerked. The Dane bitch panted, her tongue hanging out, her rump gyrating. Cindy slipped the middle finger of her right hand up her cunt and pinched her cut between the thumb and index finger of her left hand. As she fingerfucked herself, she twisted and pulled on her clit. Her pussylips had swollen up like balloons, and they clamped around her fingers with each contraction of her cunt.

Shawn straightened up out of his squat, teetering on his bare feet as his eyes rolled drunkenly. "I'm gonna fucking blow my wad. Aw shit!"

His body jerked convulsively as streams of white jism spurted from his cock and fell in sticky strands on the tan back of the Dane bitch. Shawn hadn't pumped out more than three squirts when the other boy straightened up and began to shoot off too.

"Mmm, yeahhh!" moaned the other boy. "Oooh fuck!"

His back rounded, his skinny loins thrusting, he shot his fuckcream into the bitch Dane's face.

Both dogs started to howl.

The stud's eyes rolled back as he pumped his cum up the bitch's sucking cunt. The bitch put her snout in the air and whined, her furry flanks quivering, her rump churning. As the coupled dogs came, the two boys continued to spurt jism on them. Some of Shawn's cum hit the stud, and some of the other boy's cum missed the bitch's face and hit Shawn.

Cindy was so turned on by the scene, by the sight of all that spurting cum that she ripped at her juicy, madly throbbing crotch, caring about nothing other than coming.