Horny Day 9
Watching Cody fuck her mother, Beth finally figures things out.
This was written in celebration of National Horny Day.
Bertha Kine’s mouth is reduced to the wetting tool of Cody Rey’s tool, her cheeks puffing. Her eyes losing focus as she’s bounced on his cock, up and down and up and down with no regard to any sense of propriety. After all, who needs it when one reduces herself to a rutting animal for the delight of her neighbor?
The similarities in their expression is not lost on Beth, who collapses against her window, her breasts and cheek pressing up against the thing as she fogs up the glass in her heightened state of horniness. Her fingers delve into her pants, curling up inside of her, fingering her innermost parts.
Cody enjoys it both—knowing full well that Beth is watching him fuck her mother’s throat—oh this family is so much fun to play with and mess with. He finally pulls Bertha’s face free once he feels she is sufficiently trained, letting spit trial off between his cock and her mouth.
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” Cody says, patting his cow on the cheek. “After all, if I blew my load all the way down your throat, there’s no way my swimmers would make it to that egg you’ve got, ready to make you a mother again.”
The cow woman groans, her eyes fluttering, her voice sluttering. And Cody rewards her by tossing her away, making her fall onto her back on the grass. He then climbs atop her, grabbing onto her thighs, spreading them apart, and pressing his cock against her pussy, rubbing the length against the lips, teasing her much like he teased her daughter the day before. But she doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know that Beth is watching—her eyes are fixed firmly on Cody’s face—on the face of the coyote who would become her baby’s father.
He smiles down at her, then locks his lips onto hers, his tongue battling hers as his fluffy chest touches against hers. He then lines up his cock, thrusting into her, spreading her out, and then he sets to work.
Beth fumbles at her window, unhitching the latch and pulling the thing up. The warm air causes a breeze over her skin, and she leans forward, poking her head out now, listening, watching, holding her breath, grasping her face so that she wouldn’t make any noise.
The two fornicators down below try to keep themselves quiet. There’s no exultation of ecstasy. There’s no crying out their names or calling to God. No, there is only the rhythmic clapping that happens as he slaps inside of her, their bodies banging together. There is only the soft grunts and lulls that rise up from each of them as they fight and fail to hold back every utterance they can possibly give in their rutting and fucking. There’s no more word to say about it—it’s a pure and primal action without nuance. Even as he gropes at her body and buries his face against her neck, kissing and licking, even as she writhes about, rocking against him and smacking her hips against his, there is a beauty in it—a beauty that seems to be the only thing in the world that can satisfy the hunger growing in Beth’s core.
And as Beth reaches her climax, she lets her hand slip, a gasp erupting from her mouth. She clasps her hand upon her face, her eyes widening, her body shivering and afraid to look down. But the cry of Bertha’s own orgasm sends her eyes leering downward, fear in them, hoping she wouldn’t see what she thought she would see.
Down there, on the grass, with Cody’s face buried against her and cock buried within her, Bertha stares, dumbfounded at the sight of the younger cow in the window, looking down at the two of them—looking down at her. No, it can’t be, she must be looking at Cody.. But she’s here. And she’s—“
“Get… get off!” Bertha gasps, grasping Cody by the shoulders. Now, she shows how much she could dominate the poor man if she had decided to when she throws him to the side. Unfortunately to her, by going for the breeding, the poor coyote is locked in with her thanks to his knot, and he’s tossed to the side, taking her with him in a confused and pained yelp.
As she lay on the ground, she stared at him, frowning, whispering. “We’re being watched…”
He glances, seeing that Beth is no longer there, and then he smirks and brushes his hand over her hair. “Come on, babe. There’s no one there.”
Bertha blinks and looks to the window. It’s open, for sure, but Beth isn’t there anymore. “But she was just…”
“Shh… it’s okay. Just lie here with me for a bit,” he consoles her, pressing his mouth to hers.
Bertha responds with a sigh, closing her eyes and melting into that kiss.
Beth sits beside the window, grasping her mouth, shaking and shuddering. When she pulls her hands away, a soft chuckle rises up from her throat.
These past few days had been the most horny she had ever been in all of her life, and the orgasm that rocked her had been the most incredible feeling ever. And what caused it? She figured it out.
It was the manipulation of Cody—knowing that she was the one to get him to do what she wanted. And next time, she’s sure there would be even more crazy things she can get him to do.