Chapter 7
It took most of a week for Connie's cunt to heal.
Most of that time she walked slightly bow-legged and had trouble sitting. Nobody seemed to take notice of it, or if they did they said nothing about it. They all had their own complex and troublesome fish to fry.
For Connie, it was an exceedingly difficult week.
It wasn't just the pain. It was where the pain was. She still had her urge. She still needed to come. Her cunt itched, it begged for release. She needed it.
She couldn't have it.
She couldn't touch her cunt. It felt like fire was searing the sensitive bruised flesh each time she tried it.
She even took to wearing those skirts instead of her short shorts. The rubbing and the pressure of the cloth in her crotch was too irritating.
But all things pass, and flesh, in time, heals.
And when it healed, Connie found that there was no injury to her spirit of lust. She did have an aversion to swans now that was almost as great as her desire for them had been. But her desire for new erotic experiences were unchanged.
She was ready for something new.
Ready to find a new way to lose her troublesome cherry.
But not with Spence, yet. Spence was too big. She had seen that monster cock many times, gazing at it in awe as he plunged it into one of the sheep or the cows. And it was almost too big for their huge cunts. It would simply destroy hers.
There had to be a smaller cock around to lose it to.
Swede. She could fuck Swede.
She even wanted to fuck Swede.
Fuck him yes. Give him her cherry, no.
Thinking about it got her hot. Her cunt got creamy and it began to beg, again, for some release.
"Do you want me to pet you, or give you some finger-fucking?" she said to the blonde bush.
She knew the answer. It wanted finger-fucking. The skirt came off even more easily than her shorts had. It dropped to the ground. She laid her lush young ass down on the pile of cloth and spread her legs so her finger would have room to work.
Mary liked Bing's tongue better than she liked Spence's cock.
Spence's cock filled her and pounded her brutally taking a violent toll from her tender pussy hole. It was wild, but it was painful.
Bing's tongue sent her floating on a cloud of thick sensuality. The slow rough tongue lapping eased her higher and higher into the greatest orgasms she had ever had. And Bing had developed a taste for it that made him start licking the moment she spread her legs.
That left Bing free a lot of the time.
Connie had seen the look on Mary's face and the writhing of her lust filled body when Bing's cock had worked her cunt.
Connie was lying out in the fields. Letting the hot sun brown her naked flesh. Her large ripe breasts stood out firmly reaching up to the sun. The nipples, responding to the warmth, were half erect.
She had her legs spread so that some of the heat and light could reach her pussy. It was sufficiently protected by hair to keep it from burning, that didn't worry her.
She felt so good, lazing in the lush warmth of the day. Her body felt mellow and sensual. She just had to touch herself.
Her right hand slid slowly to the inward curve of her waist. On her side she touched herself lightly. Stroking. Her left hand moved to match her right hand. One hand on each side of her waist. As if a man were holding her.
Lightly, she drew one hand along the line of her rib cage, curving upward, by-passing her belly, up to the cleavage between her large breasts.
She sighed and moved sensuously to her own touch.
Her pussy began to cream.
Whether it was coincidence or the whiff of that cherished odor as it was carried by the wind that brought Bing to the spot where she was lying is impossible to say.
Certainly, when he got close he did catch the odor of ripe creaming salty pussy. And he loved the flavor.
When he reached her, his nose brought him directly to the wet spot between her legs.
The cool wetness of his nose against the warm wet of her sex box felt great. Flesh is sensitive to two things, pressure and temperature. Even cold, applied in the right degree at the right time can be an erotic stimulus.
His cold nose turned her on.
She knew immediately that she wanted this particular pleasure. She knew that she would dig it as much as Mary. She wanted his long tongue to start licking.
It didn't take long.
It was warm. Soft overall it had a nice rough texture. Her cunt had healed enough so that the roughness was an extra stimulus rather than pain.
She doubted if a man could do it nearly as well.
He lapped in long slow strokes, the rough pinkness of his tongue starting at the bottom of her cunt, down near her asshole then sliding leisurely upwards. It passed over her tight virgin hole, going in part way as he lapped for the liquid he liked to drink. It kept going past her hole and up to her glory button, her hard little clit with its thousands of sensitive nerve endings. The soft thickness, with its rough exterior surrounded it and warmed it in a lush way, while each rough little protrusion of the tongue seemed to work on a separate nerve.
Her hand reached down to pat him on the head, ruffling the soft fur.
"Good boy, good boy, Bing, you're a good cunt eater," she told him.
He might not have understood the words, but he understood the tone. He wagged his long-furred tail in reply. She was glad to see that he was happy also. That it was a shared experience.
She moaned as she rubbed his ear.
"Lick it, lick my clit," she told him.
But she didn't have to. He was doing it. Doing it. Doing it!
It made her come.
Her hips started moving up and down at the same time but in the opposite direction of his deliberate lapping. It doubled the speed of the stimulation.
She grabbed her own tits. Her nipples were caught between her fingers. Tight. She twisted, turned, and mauled them.
"Spence, Spence," she called out, "You'll get it all. My bit titties. My twat. Get it all. Take it all. I want your big cock. Cock, and I'll take it. Ohhhhhh! Spence."
Bing didn't mind that she was using someone else's name. He didn't have a jealous bone in his muscular body.
Thrusting her ass high in the air, straining her cunt upwards, she came. Bing didn't cease his licking. His tongue lapped her all the way through the churning, mind bending climax.
A long moan escaped her lips as she finished.
Bing moved clear as her hips fell.
It was all over.
She was glowing with satisfaction. Her body was suffused with blood that had come to the surface through the hard pumping of her heart and her flesh was rosy with the light brown tan. Her breasts were still swollen and her nipples still stood out firm. The huge mounds, bigger even than usual, shook gently from her heavy breathing.
"I want to hold someone, I feel so good. I want to hold someone in my arms," she murmured to no one in particular.
Bing seemed to understand. Walking delicately he moved up toward her head so that the length of his body was even with her torso instead of down between her legs.
He was someone to hold.
Her arms went around his body. Her hands tangled in the long soft fur. It felt good so she pulled him close. The warmth of him covered her chest and stomach, holding in the glow of the orgasm. She patted, petted, and stroked him lovingly, gratefully.
He licked at her face.
She giggled as his drying saliva tingled on her face.
Then she realized another reason that it had been so good ... Dog saliva contains a fairly strong antiseptic. Like any antiseptic it leaves a tingling sensation on the skin it touches. So it had been his saliva working subtly on her in addition to his tongue that had made his cunt-licking so great.
She nuzzled him back.
It was inevitable.
Bing was lying on her stomach. His stomach was pressed against hers. At the base of his stomach was his cock.
She felt its presence.
The awareness of it came over her gradually. Once it did, it became more and more compelling. A cock. A cock was lying on her belly and she wanted a cock. She wanted a cock.
It was still in its fur sheath.
She reached down for it. It was difficult to get to because his body was so close to hers. Sensing what she wanted he got off of her, freeing his cock, moved his hips closer toward her head.
Her hand immediately went to the fur sheath holding his cock in wait. She squeezed it gently feeling what was inside. Then, exploratively, she moved her hand down to his balls.
They were smaller than a man's and she wondered how his cock, once she got it up, would compare.
She was eager to find out.
Actually, she hoped it would be smaller. It would make her cherry popping easier-and she was ready to lose her cherry.
The wetly pink tip of Bing's cock slid out from its furry hiding place.
She felt a flood of lust washing through her belly at the sight of it. It was staring at her. It was telling her that her time had come. Her wanting was there and now a cock was there and between the two there was no escape.
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Fear. Eager anticipation. Quivering desire.
It looked luscious. It gleamed with its moisture. She was pleased that it was lubricated, it would grease its way into her.
She was sure now that it would go into her.
She pumped at it some more. It responded to her hand growing larger and larger. It tapered to a point, not like a man's cock with its big knob on the end. That would make it easier too. It was streamlined for entrance.
She began to get more comfortable with the thought of fucking Bing. The more she saw of his cock the more it looked like it was going to fit her needs.
"It's a perfect cherry-popper, Bing, you should be proud of it," she told him as she stroked it. "Absolutely perfect, pointed and greased. You'll get in with no trouble at all. I'm sure of it Bing. You're not going to have any trouble fucking me. It's going to slide right into my tight little cunny and pop! goes the cherry. Pop!"
Her hips started twitching as it got its full growth. It was skinny and pointed, but it was also a nice long cock. Long enough to fill the space that wanted filling.
She reached down and touched herself, to see how moist she was.
She wanted to be moist, because she wanted the dog's cock in her now. Right away.
"Come here, Bing, get over me."
Awkwardly, the dog let himself be led over her wide-spread hips. He had to spread his legs wide to span her.
Connie realized it wouldn't work. It was just not the way dogs were built to fuck, having that right angle from their bellies to their legs. They were rear entry mounting fuckers.
If that was the way it had to be that's the way she would take it. Just as long as she got it. "We'll fuck your way Bing." She flipped over and got up on her hands and knees. The full lush globes of her proud young ass thrust out into the air, eager to be passed for penetration.
She spread her knees to open herself wider. Her golden fringed pussy lips parted, gleaming wetly in the sun, as she shoved herself backwards for Bing.
Bing shoved his nose into her cunt, sniffing. His language was the language of smells.
It didn't mean anything to him or matter to him that she was saying, "Get your cock into it, Bing. Shove it in my pussy, Bing. Shove it up!"
What mattered to him was that her cunt said with its smell that she was in heat. Her cunt aroma told him that this was a bitch in heat and he knew by instinct what to do when a bitch got her cunt smelling like that.
He put his forepaws up on her back and thrust his hips forward at her gaping cunt. Then he started humping. Not having hands to aim with he missed the hole. It was actually slightly the wrong height for him. He jerked his hips back and forth but he wasn't hitting the mark.
Both Bing and Connie let out a whimper of frustration at the same moment.
But Connie was the one who did something about it.
She reached backward between her legs and found Bing's cock. Grasping the slimy wet hardness she guided it to her hole. She placed it between her lips and against the hole it was to enter.
"Now Bing. That's the place. Shove it in!"
And he did.
Greased with his juices and hers, it started its slide in easily. Her unfledged cunny gripped it tightly, fighting the intrusion and wanting it at the same time.
On the first thrust, he got it part way in.
The second thrust he got deeper and hit her barrier.
Bing was in full heat now and Connie was eager to be busted. He thrust violently into her cunt and she pushed back. Together they broke it.
It was a sharp tear.
It brought a tear to her eye and she gasped with the sudden pain.
But Bing didn't stop for a moment. He was in now and all he wanted to do was to hump. Nothing could have stopped him and his long skinny prick was jamming in and out of her cunt past the torn flesh not giving it a moment to rest.
That was fine with Connie.
It was what she had been wanting for a long time. A real live cock fucking her cunt. It felt goddamn good.
Despite the nagging pain it felt smooth.
Bing was fucking fast. Rapid in and out thrusts from his lean hips and strong haunches. Like a machine gun patter. Then he shot.
It sprayed into her. A fine hot rain.
It sloshed around as he continued his pumping.
She hadn't come but she didn't care. It felt so good anyway. And she would eventually she was sure. If not this time then the next. There would be a next and another one after that and another and another. Plenty of cock for her creamy, hungry cunt. There was Spence.
Spence always had it up and she would give him a place to always put it. Once she got stretched enough. He had such a monstrous thing.
And maybe there was Swede. She didn't know if she would let Swede have some of her pussy, though most likely she would. But not too often. Just to vary things between Spence and Bing.
Shit. If she could get one of the horse's cocks in her....
She waited two days to fuck Bing again.
His cock had been just right to break her in. Still despite its leanness, its lubrication, and its tapered point, the popping had left her sore.
By the time two days had passed, she was more than ready for it. She was a flaming heat for it.
She found Bing and led him to a secluded spot.
Swede was still hot for his ripe young sister-in-law.
Ever since she had sucked his cock he had wanted more from her. He wanted her to drink it again. And he wanted to put it in her other hole.
Seeing her wander off alone, he followed her.
He didn't realize that Bing was company.
She proceeded to a clearing inside a grove of trees. It was a pretty spot. Secluded. Hidden from sight. Yet open enough so that the sun could shine through.
She stretched; looking up at the hot noon sun. She was feeling lazy, sensual and horny. She wanted some fucking and sucking, wanted them both badly, but she was not rushed for it. She was sure it was there. Bing was a dependable creature.
Her halter came off, falling slowly to the ground, tumbling like a leaf in autumn. Her proud tits stood out big and firm. She stretched and arched her back lifting them even higher, thrusting them out even further. Looking down, she admired them-she knew they were Al blue ribbon boobs.
She gave her nipples a friendly admiring tweak.
Swede, lurking behind a tree, was going half out of his mind with lust ... So young, so firm, so fair, so ripe and horny. Her tits and her ass stuck out so much, they seemed so alive.
Ripe was the word for her. Full to bursting with sweet juices like fruit in the autumn. Firm and rounded like an apple. Lush and sweet like a grape and she made him drunker than wine.
"I'm going to get your pussy, you little bitch. You wantta' little tart. You are going to get some real cock in your whore's pussy," he whispered savagely.
She couldn't hear him.
She dropped her shorts.
Now she was gloriously, lasciviously, salaciously, naked. Her thick blonde bush was exposed to the elements. Her rounded ass cheeks were bared and the wind slid between them, into the deep cleavage and made her aware of the tight puckered little hole back there.
Squatting slightly she reached a hand around, between and under her legs. Stretching, she was able to reach the top of her ass that way. It was an awkward position particularly since she was being careful not to touch her cunt at the same time.
She pressed one finger lightly to the top of her crack. Then she slowly and lightly pulled her hand back down, stroking the line between her ass cheeks.
Her finger caught for a moment at her asshole. It -rimmed the tight circle for a moment then continued its journey of sensuality.
"Oh, I'm going to get a cock up there too," she muttered with heat just before her finger passed on to dip into the hot wet space between her cunt lips.
A short jab. Her finger in her cunt. It was moist and hot.
Watching her Swede was going out of his mind. She was flaunting her body and its heat at him even though she didn't know. It was bad enough for him that she was so beautiful. Knowing that she loved it, wanted it, desired exactly what he wanted and then not getting it from her made it twice as bad.
She didn't know it but she was waving a red flag in front of a bull.
When her pants fell, his cock rose.
It stiffened and pressed achingly against the front of his pants. The urgency of his erection was painful in its itensity ... He pulled down his zipper and let it out just because it hurt too much to keep it in.
Bing was also reacting.
When the pants dropped, he began to sniff the odor strongly. And when her finger parted the lips of her cunt, it came at him in heavy waves: the smell of a bitch in heat.
He thrust his nose up into her pussy. It delighted her.
It blew Swede's mind.
"The little tart. That bitch. Just a bitch, making it with a dog, I bet she will," he growled bitterly to himself, his hand on his cock, "I gotta see this little tart, little kid sister of Mary's lay it out for a dog. Then let her refuse it to me."
As the dog's tongue took its first taste of her creamy cunny, she felt her knees go weak. Shaking, she managed to lower herself to her knees before she fell.
Then in an awkward gesture, she straightened her legs and lay down flat on her back.
"Come on Bing, snack time. Eat my twat, lap my cunt," she told him as she reached down and spread her lips for him.
He didn't need to be invited a second time. He never refused a meal. The only things he wouldn't eat were fruit and vegetables. This was protein. Ummmm! Good!
"You lick it so good. Don't miss my clit, Bing."
"I'm going to fuck you bitch," Swede muttered angrily from behind his tree. His hand was wrapped around his angrily swollen cock. He squeezed it tight, trying to fight the outward pressure by applying inward pressure. It did not alleviate the problem at all. It made it worse.
But he was afraid to rush out into the clearing and just rape her. Just take her. He could if he wanted to, he thought.
Run out there and grab that lush nude body. Grab that humping horny animal fucking bitch. Her legs were already spread for that collie's tongue. All he would have to do was lower himself down and shove it in.
It must be plenty greased by now, he thought, what with her hots-cream and dog spit all over it. It would let him right in. He wanted to ream it and get rid of that anxious hurting load that was in his balls, that ache that was killing him.
She was just the best piece of ass that he had ever seen.
But he couldn't go and get it. Something held him back.
Meanwhile, unaware of her audience, Connie writhed under the licking tongue. The wonderful tingling dog saliva, the rough little knurls on his tongue, the enveloping soft heat of tongue flesh, all together were driving her absolutely wild.
She rubbed Bing's head and ears and crooned to him while he licked her hot cunt for her.
"I love your tongue. I love your cock. Eat me, then fuck me. I love you doing it to me. I'm just a hot cunted bitch. Yes, lick it, eat it, ummmmmm!! Lick it with your doggy-tongue."
As the passions mounted in her, her hips moved faster. One of her hands went to her tits and mauled them, rubbed them violently.
When she came, Swede's repression was overcome by his lust. He ran into the clearing, hard cock waving in front of him outside of his pants, charging to put it into his sister-in-law's tight quim....
Deep in her heat, she didn't even know Swede was coming.
She was busy flipping herself over and getting up on her hands and knees for a doggy-style fuck from her doggy.
Bing, knowing what was coming after he ate a cunt by now, had his pink wet cock sticking out of its sheath. It was full and hard, needing no handling to make it ready for the big plunge.
The first time Connie became aware of Swede was when she heard Bing snarl.
Swede came running up behind them. Bing was mounting up on Connie's high thrust ass, his hips already in motion when Swede got there. He pushed Bing away.
Normally, Bing would never even threaten one of the family but in his condition his mind was not his own.
Ignoring Bing, Swede grabbed Connie's ass as he prepared to put his cock into her creaming ready cunt. He moaned with lust as he felt the wonderful foam rubber ass flesh under his fingers.
Connie was startled to hear a human voice and to feel hands on her ass. It was the last thing she expected. Surprised and frightened she rolled over abruptly.
"Swede," she yelled when she saw who it was. He didn't stop when she rolled away. He just tried to take her from this new position. Coming in from in front, coming in from the back, he didn't give a shit-just as long as he got his stiff miserable prick into cunt.
But she didn't want his cock. At least not then.
"No. Get the fuck away from me, Swede go away," she screeched.
He stuck his knee between her legs, trying to force them open. It was clear that he was going to take her no matter what she wanted.
She struck out at him, slapping him hard across the face.
It didn't faze him. He didn't even feel it. He only felt one thing: need.
Bing was barking wildly, in violent confusion. Swede, his owner, was attacking Connie, another owner. In addition he had his own stiff prick to worry about. It was a bit too much for his small brain to handle. He leapt back and forth in an anarchial pattern, yelping, howling, and growling.
Connie tried to twist away from Swede, but his strong hands and his lustful will held her tight in his clutches.
She swung a tight small fist at him, aiming right for his cock. She wanted to break the thing that was threatening her.
She missed and hit him low in the stomach. Enraged he swung back, not caring too much that he was doing it, sort of absent-mindedly slapping a mosquito. Whap! Thunk! his mean fist hit her in her soft belly.
She moaned and felt tears in her eyes. It really hurt her and his savagery frightened her.
"Ohhhhhh, Swede, noooo," she whimpered, and in the moment when the pain of his striking fist collapsed her stomach, her resistance wavered and her legs, limp with pain in her guts, parted under the pressure of his persistent knee.
If she had been clear-headed instead of hysterical, she might have simply given in when she realized that he was mad with lust. She might have just spread her legs and let him put in what he wanted to put in and shoot off what he had to get rid of. But she was hysterical also and she kept fighting back.
Because of her pain and fear rather than in spite of the....
Blows were exchanged again as she managed to wriggle her precious pussy away from his urgent prick. He stomped his knee down on her legs again as she tried to close them.
It ended abruptly when her rising leg hit him in the balls....
With a low agonized moan he crumpled to the ground, doubled over and holding himself.
Strangely, his erection was undiminished.
Connie found that she was still horny. Hornier even then before the attack. Her cunt was juicy, even dripping, and her legs were trembling with an urge to open for a cock. For a moment, she was sorry that she had resisted because there was Swede's cock, right there, big and hard, sticking out, and at the same time useless for her needs.
She looked around wildly, her cunt twitching.
And there it was. Her faithful collie, still up, still ready.
Quick as a flash, she resumed the position she had held until she had felt Swede's hands on her ass. Her ass was lifted high again, the firm young pussy lips jutting outward and spread.
Bing looked and sniffed. All confusion left him. The world had a definite focus once again. There was a task for him to do. Something clear and comprehensible, requiring the kind of simple, direct action that was his forte.
He mounted on the thrusting full cheeked ass and his long skinny red prick slid right in. Familiar with the territory, he had no trouble finding the pass this time.
"Oh go on, you son of a bitch," she said literally, "fuck it. Pound your prick in it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His lean hairy collie hips churned as his well greased cock did like a piston in a cylinder.
Swede looked on in agony. This was adding insult to injury.
"I hate you, you dog fucking bitch, bitch, bitch! Nothing but a bitch, bitch in heat, bitch," he muttered bitterly through his clenched teeth.
Partly because of his enunciation and partly because of her situation, she didn't understand a word he said. Nor did she care she had her doggy cock slipping and sliding up inside and she dug it.
She reached back, resting her weight on her shoulders, and began to diddle her clit, in counterpoint to the soulful fucking she was getting from behind.
It was then that she realized fully the only possible advantage of people cock over animal cock. A person could take her from in front and use an upward slide on the withdrawal, or a forward push on the insertion to do her clit while he was reaming the inside.
But animal cock was groovy enough for right now.
With the excitement of her near rape, the eating out she had before, the wild fucking she was getting from Bing, and her own finger on her clit, she was coming pretty fucking fast.
They came together!
She felt the hot spray of dog jism shooting up her convulsing cunt as she came. She yelped with joy and he barked with pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's great, great, great, great," she cried because Bing was stopping. "Can you? Will you? Do it. Fuck it! Keep pumping my cunt. Fuck me more! Oh, yesssssss!"
Swede was recovering slightly. He still was in pain but it wasn't forcing him to double over. The one thing that was unchanged was his iron erection.
He still had a hard cock and he needed relief more than ever. He crawled over to Connie and got his cock near her face.
"Suck me, please," he pleaded, "please suck me Connie."
"No. You tried to rape me. No." She managed to gasp out between her forced attempts to breathe with the cock still fucking her cunt.
"Please," he whimpered, "my cock is hurting me. I need it. I'm sorry, Connie. Please suck me off."
"No."
"Please, sweetheart, you did it before, do it again, please suck me. You like sucking me, drinking my come, last time. It won't take long. I'll come soon. I just have to."
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
There was no way, no way, she was going to get his rocks off for him. No way. Not after the way he had tried to take it....
Swede had to get release somewhere.
Connie wouldn't give it to him. He would take it somewhere else. There was only one other place to take it. To put it.
He had had his cock in animal once before. He had enjoyed it. It had done for him what he had needed to have done.
But this was different. This was a male animal. An animal fucker was one thing. Being a fucker of male animals-a gay bestiality-was another. Hell, he thought, he'd already got his cock in one male ass. And loved it.
A male. An animal. He had put his cock in one of each. Now both combined.
He hoped it wouldn't hurt Bing too much, but frankly he didn't give a shit if it meant getting his load out of his cock and balls.
He was considerate enough to put some spit on the tip of his cock before he got up behind Bing.
Feeling very clever, he timed Bing's moves. He slipped in behind Bing when Bing was all the way forward, his cock full up Connie's cunt. Then he let Bing's backward move impale Bing on his swollen cock.
Bing made a sound as close to a scream as dogs can make when the cock jammed up his unfucked ass. His forepaws twitched convulsively, cutting Connie.
But he was in position to stop. His mounting excitement impelled Bing to keep moving even if it meant tearing up his own ass to get his cock what it wanted. So Bing fucked Swede with his tight asshole.
Connie let the clawing pain go. She was too hot, too far into sex land to care about pain. The only thing that mattered to her was having the cock keep going. And it did.
Swede was delighted to have such a tight orifice wrapped around his cock. And it was squeezing and twisting and jerking. It was, all in all, the best fuck he had ever had in his life.
He was so hot that he had no problem catching up with Bing and Connie.
All three came together, collapsing in a bruised, battered, satisfied heap.
Bing used the last of his come energy to take a nip off Swede's arm.