Horny Day 6
Beth and Cody come up with a plan during their relentless breeding.
This is a story written to commemorate National Horny Day
The cow opens her mouth, unable to respond, though the glimmer in her eyes and the tightening of her grasp on his dick.
“We’re in the perfect position for how I do things with Bertha.” He punctuates this statement, pulling back and thrusting in.
“Aaah!?”
“Your mother likes to feel herself filled and full of cum,” the coyote explains, pounding away at her. He squeezes her thighs, keeping her legs over his shoulders. His cock goes deeper and deeper with each thrust into her.
“She wants the joy of being a mother again, but your papa, well,” he chuckles, grunting between them. “He ain’t got what it takes to put a bun in the oven.”
Beth throws her head back, her mouth agape, her eyes wide, panting heavily as she feels her inner body invaded by something shaped like her favorite dildo, but so much more better. It’s warm. It’s malleable and has all the tiny intricacies of life, like the blood pumping through it and the twitches that no lifeless hunk of silicon could ever replicate.
And the words—oh the words! She can hardly believe herself and the tingling in her ears and brain when the feelings she experiences are equated to what her mother feels. There’s nothing quite like satiating the extreme horniness that rouses up in her mind. This… this is even more amazing than she could possibly imagine!
So enveloped in bliss is she that her mind wanders for a bit, even as Cody’s words melt away, his whispers of lurid detail becoming more the feeling that brushes her brain, promising her more taboo details as he thrusts harder, getting his cock so deep into her that his balls slap against her.
That “slap, slap, slap” reverberates deeper into her, never leaving her mind and her awareness even as she ruminates on the idea taking hold of her psyche.
Taboo.
That’s what’s missing from her horny lifestyle. Everything is too safe. Even though she has co-dependent fans paying for pictures of her tits or jerking off to her voice, she never crossed any lines.
Not until today.
“T… Tell me… tell me ah… more!”
“Usually, we do it outside!” Cody responds, whispering this detail into her ear, pressing his furred and sweat-drenched chest against her own.
“Wuh-where?” She asks, wrapping her legs around him, becoming the breed-happy heifer he talks about, her arms draping over his shoulders, keeping him from pulling away.
“Just out in the yard,” he says.
“And your… your yard?”
He nods. “Sometimes, unf, yours!”
She rubs her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut, gripping her hoof-tipped fingers against the coyote’s shoulder blades. She then lifts from her shoulders, pressing her mouth against his.
The two freaks kiss each other, their tongues dancing around, tasting the raw mouths, untampered by prepared cleansing rituals. It’s like that for both of them. Sweaty unwashed bodies and minds grown so dirty that their discussions turned toward further corruption. When she pulls her mouth free from his, a trail of spit between the two of them. She cries out, finding herself reaching her orgasm as he stares at his body, screaming and shuddering and wrapping around hiss cock.
It doesn’t take much for him to reach his own climax. It is a warm thing, filling her up as he groans out in his own exertion. He keeps his cock in there for a bit as the final spurts fill her up, and then keeps plugged into her, leaning in, biting at her neck.
She tilts, letting him have access, her eyes rolling about in a post-coital madness that slowly has her coming back down to her position here. She licks her lips, parting her mouth, gasping, groaning, sighing, but finally speaking. “Y… you think it’s possible…?” she asks
“Could your mother have a grandkid who is the half-sibling of a kid she has?” He chuckles, this time, pulling away.
Her legs give way and she slumps against the seat as he stands up, pulling his pants back up and adjusting them. “Dunno. Nature has a weird way of playing with people, doesn’t it? Hybrids are rare, but not unheard of. But you probably learned this in health class back in high school.” He said this, leaning in and tapping her on the cheek. “Unless your parents got you out of that.”
“Nuh-no, I went.”
“Huh…” he says, shrugging. I have to wonder where you got being so reckless from… oh wait, I don’t,” he snaps his fingers. All of your family is ripe for the taking.”
She pushes herself up, stumbling to her feet, not caring that she’s dripping his cum onto his floor. She stands there with her shoulders slightly hunched and flutters her eyes up to him. “Yeah, I’d bet their all fucked up.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“How about you and dad next?”
He laughs at that. “See me again when you get yourself a strap-on kiddo.” He says, tapping her cheek.
“Sure…” she says, picking up her hoodie and sliding out her phone. “But first, you tell me the next time you’re doing my mom.”