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Horse cock is a difficult addiction to shake, especially after someone has immersed themselves in it for so long. Carmella learned that not long after her painful divorce from the loins of five handsome, well-hung stallions. It was not a decision of her own; she had no plans of breaking her dependence on equine phallus. The five gentleman who worked on her father's ranch were talented lovers who blessed her with their bodily gifts every time she asked for it. Why sever herself from such an ample supply?

The cows, that's why. It turned out that she was getting in the way of the casual sex that was going on between the guys and the four milk gals who also lived on the ranch. Skyler, the Dutch heifer and Carmella's best friend, had brought her to the other cows so that a deal could be struck. Carmella had to keep away from the stallions so that they could start fucking them again. What did Carmella get out of the deal? Not having four horny heifers mad at her, but not much else.

It offered the cows an opportunity to have a go with Brock, the new guy. Without having to worry about Carmella getting him hooked on human pussy, three of the cows planned on inducting him to the group by draining his balls. Skyler had a partner back in Willard, a fellow Dutch. What did that leave Carmella? A fat void in her loins, that's what, one that would need filling.

It didn't help that she would have to start working again. She used to go out on the farm and get railed by the guys under the guise of helping them with their work. Without anybody to whisk her away to a secluded corner on the farm and fuck her stupid, it would be expected of her to actually help them. The horror. She surmised that she would probably have to start helping her mother around the house like she used to. That was doable, but not as fun as cumming her brains out multiple times in one hour.

Hardest would be rejecting the men when their advances inevitably came. It had become expected of her to roll through the five stallions throughout the work week. Her absence would be felt, then questioned. How many times would “I'm not in the mood" work? They would respect any reason, but the guys weren't stupid. They would worry that something was wrong and ask about it. What would she say?

It made sense to let them know what was up, but would that betray the cows' trust in her? If Carmella was jealous enough of another girl to tell her to stop fucking another guy and that girl told the guy about it, she would be embarrassed. But then again, wouldn't the guy deserve to know about it? If the guys were suddenly going to start fucking the cows again and not Carmella, they were going to wonder why. Lying was not in Carmella's nature, least of all to a group of guys she loved and appreciated.

The choice was forced on her the day she spotted Stacey, one of the cows, dragging Brock out of the stable towards the barn. The two of them were chatting amiably. Brock was smiling that oafish smile of his. Stacey was giggling like a schoolgirl. It didn't take a genius to decipher what was about to happen. Meanwhile Carmella was in the kitchen, wearing a pair of yellow latex gloves and scrubbing the dishes in the sink. Her mother had cooked lunch for the family and asked her to clean up. It was a Saturday, and the guys were off work in the stable. She couldn't say she was off to help them, leaving her to do as she was told.

Brock and Stacey disappeared into the barn. Carmella pouted and looked down into the sudsy pool of water in the sink. Half of the dishes remained, still clotted with the remains of lunch. [i]I'm doing this while the girls get railed by the new guy. It's not fair.[/i] Carmella wasn't a fan of how childish that thought was, but it stuck in her mind like a thorn. A big part of her wanted to chuck the gloves off, abandon the dishes, and go down to the stable where she would break the deal. Holding her in place with the task at hand was obedience to her mother and the reminder that the cows were her friends.

She looked back down into the sink at the same time Skyler was exiting the barn. She would not partake in Brock's consummation. Because she'd reclaimed her beneficial friendship with Willard, she thought it would be best to let the three other girls have their fill with Brock; the fed should not take portions from the starving. She hid herself in her room while Stacey dragged Brock into the barn and introduced him to the other girls. Once she heard them march into the spare bedroom, she snuck out of the barn. She wasn't about to stick around and listen.

But that didn't mean she was without means to please herself, not when Willard was right down the road. She waltzed across the farm, dressed in her denim overalls and white T-shirt. The slightly uphill climb made carrying her huge ass and bosom a bit of a slog, but the heat in her loins generated by knowing what was going on in the barn behind her carried her forth. She made it to the stable door and knocked on it. She heard the hum of a country rock station playing on the radio and the soft [i]thump[/i] of a dart hitting a board. The music was turned down. She knocked again for them, and then heard footsteps.

The door slid open to reveal Larry, the stocky, white-coated Percheron. “Hey there, Skyler! What brings you 'round here?" He seemed surprised that she was here and not back in the barn having Brock scratch her tonsils.

She gave him a cute wave. “Hi Larry! Is Willard here?"

He wasn't so surprised by that. “As a matter of fact, he is."

Speak of the devil, Willard showed up from behind Larry. His velvet, black coat materialized out of the stable's inner shadow. He'd heard Skyler's voice and immediately got up to see her, assuming correctly that she had come to see him. “Hoi! [What's going on?]" Willard asked her in Dutch.

“I'll leave y'all to it," Larry said before excusing himself.

“[Hey, Willard. Are you busy? Can I talk to you for a moment?]"

He leaned against the door with a coy smirk. “[That depends. Do you want to talk about what I think you want to talk about?]"

Some heat rose to her cheeks. “[Yes, that too, maybe, but I do want to talk about something if you can.]"

He grew serious. “[Oh, sure.]" He stepped out of the stable and slid the door shut behind him, re-muffling the radio music. “[What's going on?]"

“[Let's walk to our spot.]"

“[OK.]"

The pair headed up the gravel driveway leading out of the property before going up the hill where the old oak tree towered near the fence. While they were stomping up the gentle slope Willard asked her, “[Is everything alright?]"

“[Yes. Everything is fine. I think you saw Stacey take Brock away.]"

He chuckled. “[Yes, I did, and so did the other guys. I'm assuming they're getting to know each other rather right now.]"

“[That's right, them and the other girls.]"

“[Lucky guy. Is Carmella with them?]"

Skyler shook her head. “[No.]"

“[Ah, alright.]"

They had made it to the crest of the hill, beneath the dappled shade of the oak tree's many leaves and crooked branches. “[That is what I wanted to talk about. It is something about Carmella and the other cows.]"

“Oh? [Is something wrong?]"

“[No, not anymore at least. I figure it's being taken care of right now. When the three of us had sex, you remember I told you how badly I missed you?]"

“[How could I forget?]" They had reached the fence on the reverse slope of the hill. Willard climbed over, then held his hand out to help Skylar. She took it and pulled herself over, jiggling her great feminine assets in their clothes. Once on the other side she straightened herself out and resumed the walk towards the forest.

“[Yes, anyway, I wasn't the only one who missed you. The other girls missed you badly.]"

“[Me?]"

“[Well, you and the other stallions.]"

“[Ohhhh, I see. Yes, you did say that.]"

“[Yes, well… They were much angrier than I was about it. Charlotte said some very nasty things about Carmella, things I hope she doesn't really believe in.]"

Willard frowned. “[Do not repeat it.]"

“[I won't, but she talked about it enough that she convinced us to do something about it.]"

That concerned Willard. “[What did you do?]"

Skyler gulped. “[Well…]" She recounted the tale of her bringing Carmella back to the barn and sitting her down with the other cows. She went through the conversation quickly to avoid the discomfort of reliving it. Willard nodded along, his face going through the motions as her story progressed.

He didn't know quite what to say when it was finished. “[I see, so Carmella won't be having sex with us anymore?]"

“[Maybe not forever. The girls just wanted her to stay away from Brock and you guys long enough to get their fill. It didn't concern me because I had already had sex with you.]"

“[Yes, I figured that.]" Willard scratched the back of his head. “[I love those girls, but sometimes they can be a real pain in the ass, especially Charlotte.]"

“[You are telling me.]"

“[So are you still friends with Carmella? Is she OK with the girls?]"

“[Yes, and I am pretty sure that she is. We are all still friends. We didn't do this to be mean. We just wanted you men back.]"

Willard gave a wry smile. “[Well, you have got us now. I just hope Carmella will be alright without what we have been giving her.]"

At that same moment Carmella was bursting out the front door of her house, stomping towards the stable. The dishes were finished, if haphazardly. With Brock getting his work in at the barn she couldn't wait any longer. She blew through what was left in the sink and made a beeline for the stable. She hammered her fist on the sliding door hard enough to jostle the brunette pigtails on her shoulders. The radio was cut off. Footsteps thumped up to the door in a hurry. Larry opened it again.

“Oh shit. Hey Carmella. You alright?"

“Yeah, I'm fine. Can I come in?" It was hardly a request.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Come on in." He stepped aside and slid the door the rest of the way open.

Carmella marched inside to find just two of the other horses. Jim was in front of the dartboard, half turned around to see who was at the door this time. Nat was sitting at a table next to the radio with his phone in his hand. Matt and Willard were nowhere to be seen.

“Carmella!" greeted Jim. “Looks like everybody's showin' up at our door."

“Hey Jim. Nat. How are you guys? Mind if I have a seat somewhere?"

“Please, make yourself comfortable," said Nat who turned the radio off.

“Thanks." She came over to one of the couches in front of the TV, near where Jim was practicing darts. The score from his game with Brock was still on the chalkboard. “Where's Matt and Willard?"

Larry was coming over to sit on the couch with her when he answered. “Matt's doin' a delivery and Willard left with Skyler just a few minutes ago. Brock… He's doin' something else. You need 'em?"

He didn't have to tell her what Brock was doing. “No. Skyler came and got Willard?"

“Yeah," said Jim. He was facing the dart board again. He aimed one dart and tossed it at the board. It landed on the 3 wedge with a solid [i]thuk![/i] “All three'uh y'all been here the last five minutes. Startin' to wonder who's next."

[i]Fucking nobody, I hope.[/i] “Yeah, I saw Stacey come get Brock. Didn't see Skyler get Willard."

“Wonder what they're fixin' over there," said Larry in a very joking manner. It got a chuckle out of Jim and Nat, not out of Carmella.

“Fixin' to suck him dry, that's what," she said dryly.

The laughter died down. Each man there had done ungodly things to Carmella multiple times over, but hearing her refer to it so coldly was unsettling. “Yeah, I bet they are," said Nat. He wanted to ask if she had come over for the same thing- so did the other guys -but suddenly it seemed uncouth.

It hardly would have bothered her. “Did Skyler or Stacey tell you the conversation we had yesterday, between me and the girls?"

The three guys looked at each other, then shook their heads. “No," said Jim. “Something important?"

Carmella scoffed quietly. “You might say that." Then she told them what happened yesterday. The men listened closely, asking questions when appropriate, and staying quiet every other moment. Soon they were gathered around the couches, hanging on her every word. The tale came to an end, and silence replaced it. She had hoped telling the guys would've been some kind of cathartic relief. So far that did not prove to be the case.

“Oh damn…" That's all Jim had to say.

Larry scratched the back of his neck. “I didn't even think about anything like that happening. Didn't know the cows liked the thing we had goin' on that much."

“I didn't even know it was a thing," Nat added.

“So, what? They just expect you to stop bein' around us?" Jim asked.

Carmella shook her head. “No, at least I don't think so. I'm pretty sure it's just a temporary thing. Once they're done with Brock they'll wanna get back with you guys. They just don't want me hogging you guys, not that I was trying to."

“We didn't think you were," Larry said. “I wish they'd'uh said somethin' to us instead'uh makin' it a problem with you."

“It isn't a problem."

“Then why'd you come and tell us?" Nat asked.

“I thought you deserved to know, and that if you heard it from anyone it should've been me. Look, I'm not mad with them, and I don't think they're mad at me. Y'all just gotta fuck 'em a few times and let 'em know you ain't neglectin' them."

“What about you?" asked Jim.

“What about me?"

“I mean are you OK with that? With not havin' sex with us. I mean, I'm OK with it. I'll live. I just don't want you not gettin' somethin' you want."

“Yeah," Nat concurred.

“Mmhmm," went Larry.

Carmella tilted her head and played with one of her pigtails, a sort of neurotic habit. “I mean, I [i]did[/i] like what we had goin' on."

“Oh, we gathered that," quipped Jim. The other guys chuckled. Even Carmella smiled.

“Yeah, but I'm also thinkin' about you guys," she went on. She stopped fidgeting with her hair. “I didn't want you to think there was anything wrong or I didn't want to be around y'all anymore. Kinda wanted to let you know I was still interested in bein' the kind of friends that we are." She came very close to saying 'I want you boys to fuck me'.

“Well, who says we can't be?" said Larry. “What the cows don't know won't hurt 'em."

“Shit, it's not like we can't fuck the both of y'all," scoffed Nat. “We ain't got no obligation to them. If gettin' in their pants is all they need of us, we can give it to 'em. Shouldn't keep us out of yours. Uh, I mean… If that's what you still want."

Carmella laughed. “You sound like you ain't done things to me that'd make a soldier blush."

“Yeah, or get us shot by your daddy," joked Larry.

“Oh, hush. My daddy don't need to know about any of this. If he ain't caught on yet he never will."

“And if he won't, who says the cows will?" Jim pointed out. “They're over there, we're over here. Whatever happens in the stable, stays in the stable. Always been that way."

Quite suddenly. Carmella found herself blushing. This was all very flattering, if in a very crude and vulgar manner. “Really?"

“That's right, and if I didn't know any better, I think you came over here knowin' that." Jim smiled at her, and so did the other two.

She bowed her head bashfully, a cute smile trapped between her ruddy cheeks. “OK, there might be some truth to that. Maybe I came over her hopin' you'd let me give y'all a sort of 'goodbye' present, except now it won't be goodbye."

“Maybe you can treat it like one," said Larry. “Make it feel special."

“Goodbyes are always bittersweet," added Nat. “Maybe you can make it extra sweet for us."

“Give us somethin' to remember you by," said Jim.

Carmella had her hand to her mouth, hiding a giddy smile. She pulled it away and swallowed her laughter. “Yeah," she said. “I think I can do that."

[center]***[/center]

Skyler and Willard had made it to the woods, escaping the sun-swept field for the trees and their shade. They soon arrived at their “spot", the place where they had made love twice already. Carmella had been present both of those times, so now was their first time truly alone, or so they hoped. They took extra time scanning the trees around them for any peering eyes. Seeing none, they stood face to face, wrapped their arms around each other, and started to kiss.

One benefit to having such a long horse face was that it was easier to kiss women with tits bigger than TV screens. Willard flattened them behind her overalls with his chest, holding her closely with his beefy, black hands on the upper slope of her ass. Her cow tail trailed out of the denim covering her back, flicking its bushy tip this way and that. While mashing lips with him she smoothed her hands across his pecs, whispering the fabric of his shirt against her palm.

His penis was slouched in his underwear, down his right side. Those plush thighs of hers brushed against it with her every subtle squirm. With her soft, needy lips latched to his mouth, it made good progress towards becoming a fierce erection. Skyler felt as much. The hands groping his chest fell down to his abdomen and then his beltline. She caressed his cock bulge, a swollen mound of heated denim. Her fingers slid up and down its stunted length, ready for it to achieve its proud stature.

An appreciative snort blew through Willard's nose. He brought his hands around from her ass and grabbed the bottom of his shirt with his forearms crossed over each other. It peeled away to unveil a scrumptious array of chiseled muscle wrapped in onyx fur. The shirt came over his head, and he tossed it aside. The many tendons and sinews which defined his arms would tweak and pop every time he moved them. Skylar was delighted to see them reach for her overall buttons. He undid them, and the straps launched over her shoulder from the stress her great bosom put on them. The front flap fell forward. Through a white veil of cotton shirt Willard could see the shape of her bra and the two fat stubs her nipples stabbed into them. He saw more once he grabbed her shirt and removed it, leaving her bra exposed. She let him reach around her to unclasp it. It too was thrown off, and her breasts were allowed a thunderous plummet into their natural shape. Her rosy nipples, huge like dinner plates, stiffened in the forest air.

Willard did not fondle them just yet. He brought himself back into her and put his arms around her back. She did the same, and the two resumed kissing.

[center]***[/center]

Carmella and her four companions ventured up the stairs to the second floor where the stallions' rooms were. She thought they would have their fun in the same place as their first romp. That was Willard's room, and because he wasn't there to join them, they didn't use it. Jim volunteered his room. “I got a bed to fit the four of us," he bragged. He was the biggest out of the four, something Carmella was intimately aware of.

He opened the door for her, and she filed inside. His mattress was indeed massive, taking up a huge portion of the floor space with some blue sheets covering it. The walls were decorated with western movie memorabilia, Jim being a huge fan of the genre. His boot collection lined the side of the bed opposite the door. If not for the modern posters on the wall, Carmella would've thought she'd stepped into a room right out of the 1800's.

She sat down on his bed smoothly, leaning back on her hands and crossing one leg over the other. The boot on her foot bounced as she aimed her chest at the three studly men admiring her. “So," she said. “You boys wanna tell me what you're doin' standin' there with your clothes on?"

“Lookin' at you, pretty thing," Larry said.

“Well, you can do a lot more than look." She sent one pig tail flying around her shoulder with a practiced flick of the hand. It journeyed to her shirt, unbuttoning the top button so that more of that bottomless cleavage was bare. “If you boys could drop them drawers for me, that would be mighty appreciated."

They were happy to oblige. There was the sound of thuds and shuffling as the men pulled their boots off first. Carmella watched with her teeth sunken into her lip. She fingered the next button on her shirt. After that there was only one left. Beneath it all her over-burdened bra kept her bosom covered, something all four of them desperately wanted to change. One after the other the guys peeled out of their shirts, unveiling a trio of masculine torsos unique from the others, each layered with disciplined muscle. Carmella liked what she saw and undid the next button.

[center]***[/center]

Skyler's overalls had joined her bra and shirt on the ground. All that remained were her panties, though they could hardly be seen between the two Jovian hemispheres of blubbery cow haunch that kept the G-string captive. The fabric going around her hips was stuck like a wetsuit. It hardly concealed her womanhood given how deeply it was ensconced in her feminine trench. Hot, steamy moisture made it see through, allowing Willard an intimate look at the intricacies of her cunny.

Willard was equally nude, left in only his socks and boxers now that everything else had been discarded. His cock was almost totally erect, held back from fruition by the badly tented underwear directly in front of it. It was still trapped against his right thigh, its phallic shape all but obvious against the striped pattern of his boxers. The glans, already at half-flare, nearly poked out the bottom. With every clench of his cock muscle a droplet of precum would bleed free and darken that part of the underwear.

He and Skyler were on the ground at the root of the tree. Skyler was on her back, legs far apart so that Willard would fit between them. She bore the heat of his manhood inches from her own boiling sex pot. Quakes and quivers plagued her tummy and inner thighs. With her surging arousal she would claw at his upper back, around those sharp, stony shoulder blades.

They lashed tongues together, mouths totally open, swapping a torrent of spit and steamy breath. The smacks of their lips could be heard from a great distance, those and the needy moans that would echo from Skyler's mouth. Willard freed more of them when he migrated his kisses to her cheek, then her jowl, and then her neck. Skyler's head swooned to the side. Her jaw opened into an O shape.

“Ohhhhh… Ja…"

Willard suckled and gnawed at that vulnerable plane of skin, right above where he could feel the ardent thump of her heartbeat. His own was going wild in his chest, begging for him to relieve the growing pressure on his groin. It would remain denied for now. There was a woman beneath him, one that required further prying. He slid his body down her left side while keeping his mouth on her neck. It exposed one giant breast which he obliged to grab a handful of. Her nipple poked at his palm as he began kneading and massaging the flesh.

Skyler squirmed beneath him. Those soft moans turned into desperate whimpers. “Ohhh… [That feels so good… Yes…] Huhhh…"

Willard kissed his way back up to her jawline. “[I know it does,]" he whispered. “[I love it when you make those sounds.]"

“Nnnn… [You're good at making me make them.]"

A throaty chortle. “[And you're good at making me want you to make them. You're so beautiful. I want to touch you forever.]"

Her whole body shuddered. Her eyes went loose behind a pair of jittering lids. “[Fuck… I want you inside me. My pussy is so wet.]"

“[I noticed that.]" The hand latched to her tit traveled down her tummy and laid on her chalice. Just the middle finger slipped into the trench of fabric that was sunken into her cunt, but it was more than enough to make Skyler gasp sharply and pout. The heat was excruciating. Willard rubbed that one, strong finger along her slit, drawing more of her juices. “[I think you want me to do something about that, don't you?]"

Her eyes turned down at him with a semi-confused look. “[I said I wanted you inside me.]"

“[Yes, I heard.]" The finger torturing her hooked itself underneath her panties and pulled it aside. Puffy, gnarled girl flesh sighed into the atmosphere, all but releasing a column of vapor from its glistening folds. Willard glued his middle and ring fingers together and slid them inside of her, down to the knuckle.

Her head was thrown back with a gasp. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh… Ja…[/i]" Her toes curled and her chest heaved with each breath. The shivers that beset her thigh muscles jiggled the blubber on her thighs. One arm unwrapped from Willard and held onto the tree root beside her. “[i]Ohhhh…[/i]"

Willard was not done piling onto her delight. His mouth made one last trip down her body, landing this time on the awesome globe of softness that rose out of her chest. His lips found her nipple and latched to the nub. It was like a bomb had gone off in her, triggering a very sharp gasp and an even more severe set of spasms in her legs. The joy was like a white glow that blossomed in her loins and in her chest, surging with every hook of the finger and lash of the tongue.

“[i]Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ja! Hahhhhh… Ja… Ja~[/i]"

[i]***[/i]

The third button came undone once the gentlemen were out of their pants and left in their socks and underwear. An impressive array of haughty bulges formed an arc in front of her, each one seeking her approval. She more than just approved of them, unable to decide which one she would have her way with first.

She had time to decide before her bra came off. It held her tremendous bust aloft like a curtain at a game show ready to unveil the contestant's potential prize. The three men would earn it as soon as their treasures were on display. Progress stopped now that they wondered who would go first.

Sensing their hesitation, she beckoned them forward. “Come here, boys. Lemme get a better look."

The trio stepped closer, almost bumping shoulders. Larry was in the center, in front of her while Jim was to her left and Nat was on the right. “What you want us to do, Carmella?" Jim kindly asked.

“For one thing, you can show me these." She reached out and grabbed Nat and Jim's boxers by the waistbands. They were pulled down slowly, over the swell of their glutes and those awesome pillars of meat. She did not neglect Larry or his barbarically bloated briefs. They were removed as well, leaving his obese pecker to hang in front of her for her enjoyment.

It was a display that never got old. Each of their sex organs, though impressively massive throughout, were unique in their shapes and proportions, much akin to the personalities of the men who wielded them. Larry's was fat and stout, pink from hilt to head with splotches of dark gray along the shaft. Carmella had trouble putting her hand or mouth around it; she didn't even try penetration. Sex with Larry was reserved to oral and handjobs, not that he was complaining. Where Larry might have been called short, wide, and pink, Nat was his opposite with a pole that was long, thin, and black. It hung at his knees in front of her, its midnight façade textured by a highway of veins and an angrily flared helmet. Jim was the biggest of the three, in both bodily stature and phallic prowess. He was not as long as Nat, nor thick like Larry, but approached both in their respective categories with admirable rivalry. The dark gray skin that covered it matched the gargantuan purse that swelled around his coconuts. Carmella dared not pick a favorite of the five stallions she'd slept with. Willard and Matt had cocks to match what was in front of her (and she was willing to bet Brock did too).

“Larry, sweetheart, can you hold that thing of yours up so I can show it some proper love?"

“Why, of course I can!" He hoisted his pecker up and aimed it at her face.

“Thank you~" She reached out for Jim and Nat, cupping the underside of their heavy members and joining Larry's in pointing at her face. Her multitasking skills were put to the test as she began stroking them both, using just the tips of her fingers and the soft part of her palm. They were wondrously heavy and hot in her grasp, as was Larry's once she brought her face to it and smooched the tip. Her plump, rosy lips puckered around his cock slit and pulled in that musty taste. There was the softest smacking sound as she pried her lips off and brought them back to kiss him again. She repeated three more times before finally parting her maw around his glans and enveloping it in soft, wet mouth. “Mmmmmm~" Her jaw unhinged to meet Larry's mighty girth. It did not dissuade her from bringing her face closer to his lap until the cock flare sat on her tongue, flavoring it with the first bead of precum that he let go with a flex of his cock muscle.

“Mmmmmm, that's a good girl," he huffed as he started jerking the rest of his shaft. “You fellas enjoying it too?"

Jim and Nat's poles weren't hard yet, though they were on the way. Each one flopped and then straightened to the cadence of Carmella's strokes. Everything was kept at an even pace, almost perfectly synchronized. Each man only had a third of her attention each, and yet it was enough to get their gears greased and running.

“Nnf… I'll say," huffed Jim.

“Ohhhhh, yeah," added Nat. He took the opportunity to play with one of Carmella's soft, brown pigtails.

Though her lips were gaped to the circumference of Larry's cock, she could raise the corners of her mouth into a smile.

[i]***[/i]

“[i]Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Huhhhh![/i]"

Willard's hand did not go fast, but rather deeply and precisely. His wrist was at a tight orbit, swinging one way to withdraw his two fingers just a micron before arcing sharply around her clit. His mouth was still firmly latched to her tit, teeth just barely sunken into the soft skin that surrounded the nipple. Trails of his spit fled down their slopes. His tongue could be seen circling the leathery epicenter of her teat.

Skyler could hardly control herself anymore. Her legs meant to close around his beefy arm but did not dare put a stop to his deft fingering. Her tummy would jut upwards with the arc of her back. She humped hard and sporadically. One hand was latched to his back, scraping and pulling at his long, black mane. It was wonderful, even though it was just a taste of the coming sex that would surpass it.

“[i]Ohhh! Ohhh! Willard! Huhhh! [You have to fuck me!] Uhhhhh![/i]"

He groaned on her tit. “Mmmm…" He plucked his maw from her boob with a wet thhp! Drool came down his bottom lip and chin when he looked up at her. The fingering did not stop or slow down. “[I heard you the first time. Don't you want to cum like this first?]"

His leaving her nipple allowed her some control. After a few more humps and whimpers she was able to grab onto his forearm and put a stop to the foreplay. “[Ahh… Cumming would be nice, but I want to cum on your cock. I want you to cum inside me. Fingering my pussy just makes me want it more, even if you make me cum. Especially if you make me cum.]" She looked at him. “[I think you know that.]"

He smiled back at her. “[I may have known that. You know I like to watch you squirm and beg.]"

The blush on her cheeks deepened as she looked away. “[I do, and it's embarrassing.]"

“[Don't be embarrassed. It's adorable and incredibly sexy.]" He kissed her collar. “[If you want me to fuck you so badly, just tell me how. I'll be sure to make you cum your sweet brains out.]"

Her eyes fluttered as she swooned her head away from him. “Mmmm… [I don't doubt it. Get on your back. I want to ride you.]"

“Heh, [alright.]"

Willard pried himself from her to switch places. Skyler sat up and waited until he was on his back with his head resting on the tree root. While facing away from him, she swung one leg over him and straddled his body above his cock-tented boxers. He watched as she grabbed them and shimmied them down his muscular thighs. His erection had been forced down his right hip and thigh. It swung out like a steel beam on a crane, pitch black like the rest of him, a stunning testament to masculinity.

Skyler didn't even pull his underwear the rest of the way down his legs before she wrestled with her own. She reached into her fathomless ass crack and grabbed the G-string. It was pulled from the very bottom where it had been invisible, clenched into a string by her gigantic haunches. The twisted, bundled up fabric was set aside, allowing Willard a fantastic view of that cavernous trench. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave one haunch lift. There was her cunt, distended and soaked, letting out a single thread of glassy juice that formed a column between her pussy lips and his pelvis. Letting go of her ass cheek brought it crashing into its neighbor to create a storm of gelatinous quakes.

“[Like what you see, big guy?]" she asked while slowly shaking her booty side to side. Inertia would bring one buttock outwards before the next swing brought it careening the other way. The crack would part slightly, teasing him with brief flashes of her pussy and the fat donut just above it.

His eyes glided back and forth in their sockets with her. “[Oh, I think I do.]" He brought a stop to her dancing by grabbing both her cheeks. So heavy, so soft. He kneaded them deeply, sinking his fingers and rubbing his hands across their planetary curves. The whisper of his palms on her fur paused only for a moment when he reeled one hand back to deliver a spank.

[i]Whack! [/i]

Skyler jolted slightly, then purred her delight. “[i]Mm![/i] Mmmmmm~" While he resumed his worship of her ass she reached down for his pecker and lifted it upright. Careful aim brought her pussy down on top of it, and a great wave of delight billowed throughout her core. “Ohh…" Jimmying his cock along the length of her slit made the flesh squelch and squish. Those chunky cunt petals split around his flare. Streams of her cunny juice began trailing down his fat, black column. Her leg muscles grew weak. She could hold herself off no longer. She brought his cock still and then applied her weight on it. Her flower stretched and enveloped him with a lovely [i]skwish[/i].

Her head swooned backwards, mouth agape to let loose a sigh. “[i]Huhhhhh…[/i]" Her hand left his cock so she could descend the rest of his length. A blissful stretching traveled up her womanhood for every part of him she swallowed. That glistening pink portal was gaped thin around his shaft, milking him for all he was worth. More and more of that onyx shaft vanished until finally her buttocks were flattened on his hips. “[i]Ohhhhh, ja…[/i]" She rubbed the space above her pubis where she could feel him buried so firmly. Her cowtail flicked jovially above his face.

Willard groaned through his nose. “Nnnnnnn, [so fucking beautiful.]" Then he gave her ass another gentle slap, something she appreciated dearly.

[i]***[/i]

The three stallions were all hard now thanks to Carmella's expert work. She maintained a perfect rhythm of sucking and jerking. Her head would bob forward on Larry's cock at the same time her two hands made a ballwards journey down Jim and Nat. Her eyes were closed most of the time, opening only to peer up at the portly Percheron she gobbed on so avidly. She couldn't see much past that massive paunch of his but could at least hear the sighs and grunts of approval. Words of encouragement came from all three.

“Oooooh, daddy likes that," said Jim.

“Feels so fucking good," said Larry.

“Gonna make me paint this whole room white," went Net.

“Hey, you better be careful, now," Jim joked. “This is my room. Remember that."

Carmella giggled on Larry's cock before pulling off of him. Spit framed her mouth and glistened on her chin. More of it was lathered down Larry's pole for as deep as she had gone. “Don't worry, Jim. If anything's getting' painted white, it's gonna be me."

“Yeah, I think I can go for that. How you want us to treat you, pretty lady?"

She let go of Jim's cock to fondle his scrotum. The leathery skin enveloped her entire hand as she lifted it. His eggs sagged over each side heavily. “Actually I was thinkin' of suckin' you three off one at a time for however many times you boys want it. Use my tits and my mouth."

That got an “Ooh" of interest out of Larry. “Yeah, that sounds heavenly."

She stroked his cock with both hands. “I'm already started on you. Why don't I get you the rest of the way there while I'm at it?"

“Why, I would love that."

“I know you would. Why don't you get on this bed so you ain't standin' on the cold, hard floor?"

He agreed and climbed after her while she retreated to the center of the bed. The remaining two gentlemen stood back and masturbated slowly to keep their erections going. Carmella was at the head of the bed, leaning back on her arms with her chest thrusted proudly. Her titanic breasts split apart both ways, their dark pink caps looking colorful within the curvaceous ocean of pale skin they floated in.

“On your back for me, Larry, honey," she asked of him.

“Oh, nice. That's the position I'm best in," he said, making everyone chuckle. He did as he was told, lying on his back with his head towards the foot of the bed, away from where Carmella was. He could not lift his head far enough to see her but felt her crawling forward into the space between his legs. She fell to her stomach and hovered her face within the space aroud his barbaric cock. She pulled it straight up and brought her head over it. Larry could see the top part of her brown hair before it moved down when she kissed him. Just two more smooches were delivered before her mouth came open again and swaddled his cock head.

“Ahhhhhh, yeah~" His head bounced off the mattress as he let it fall backwards. A big smile was stretched across his snout. “That's the ticket."

Carmella patted his belly. Another smile could be seen around his cock.

***

[i]Schhhhhk-schhhhhhhk-schhhhhhhk[/i]

Up and down, up and down. Skyler went slowly enough so that Willard could enjoy the sight of his cock vanishing in and out of her distended pussy. The entire shaft shined with her juices. The gargantuan heart-shape of her white-and-gray spotted ass moved with a silky flow, neither direction lasting longer than the other. Naturally he played with her behind, sometimes sliding his calloused hands up her softly curved back and playing with her hair. Whispers of sweet encouragement came out of him regularly.

“[Yes… Ride that big dick… Move that ass for me… So fucking beautiful…]"

Skyler made noises of her own, sighing his name between sincere moans of delight. One hand handled her breast while the other prodded her clit. Being called beautiful by such a handsome, well-hung man while his endowment was deep inside her was a boon to her womanhood like nothing else.

She looked over her shoulder with one, emotion-laden eye and grabbed one of his wrists as it took care of her ass cheek. “[i]Huhhhh… [It's so good… I think I'm going to cum like this if I keep going…][/i]"

“Mmm, [but you're not even going fast.]"

“[[i]I know, but it feels so good. I'm using my finger too. When you say those nice things to me… Nnn… It makes me so hot.[/i]]"

He chortled. “[I can tell. Hahhh… I say them for that reason and that they're true.]"

“[i]Mmmm… [Thank you…][/i]" She looked forward again and straightened her back. The next time her ass came all the way down she began grinding on him. Her hips humped and rolled pressing her pearl onto his cock muscle as he flexed. One finger was still at work, applying more precise pressure to that sublime bundle of nerves. Her pleasure spiked, and with it the pitch in her voice. “[i]Oh! Ohhh! Huhhhh! Ja! Ja…[/i]" Massive rolls of her buttock flesh swept across Willard's lower abdomen as she swung her whole body on his cock. Those shrill howls of delight rang through the trees. Her finger turned into a blur across her clit.

Willard held onto her hips and rocked her along as she went. The sinews in his forearms bulged as he held her tightly. The effort and building pleasure made his face scrunch into a snarl. “Ahhhhhh, [fuck. I'm going to cum, Skyler. Yes! I'm close!]"

Skyler wanted it more than anything. She rocked harder, milking him for that sweet treasure ready to burst. Not even her own impending climax distracted her from the task of making him cum. “[[i]Oh, yes! Yes! Cum in me! Fucking-! HUHHH! HUHHHH! OH MY GOD! YES![/i]]"

Hearing her so close to the edge shoved Willard over his own. His head lurched back, and a great bellow rocketed out of his maw. “[i]Huuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" The first rope blasted out of him with a throb of his cock muscle. His fingers sank deeply into her ass flesh with a ferocious clench, just in time for her to join him on his peak.

“[i]Heeeeeuuuuuuuuuggghhhhhh~![/i]" Her humping came to a very abrupt stop as it transitioned into a violent vibrating atop his pelvis. That chest-stuttering howl was thrown at the canopy as her head whipped backwards. The burst of his cock muscle was met by an even more powerful contraction of her pussy muscle. Frothing forth was a flood of thickish, white cream that bled down his spitting cock and accumulated where her cunt lips quivered and coddled him.

Willard slid out of his orgasm gradually, leaving him to pant and gasp while Skyler continued to shudder atop him like a leaf in the wind. He pushed himself up into the sitting position so he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her cheek. “[Good girl~ Was that everything you hoped for?]"

She started laughing mid-moan. “[i]Hahhhhhhhhh-hahahahahhhhh… Ja… Ja…[/i]"

He grinned and pecked her cheek. “[I thought so.]"

[i]***[/i]

“[i]Ulk… Uck… Ech… Uck… Ulk… Ulk… Ulk…[/i]" Carmella declared with each downwards bob on Larry's dick. She inhaled most of it, letting her jaw go as slack as it could so that he would break the entrance to her throat. That was a tough trick given his unholy breadth; just keeping her teeth off him made her jaw muscles sore. It was worth it, however, just to feel his fat cock head plug her neck and to hear him groan and huff her name.

“Ahhhh, shit. Yeah. Mmm, that's it, Carmella. Sweet girl." He saw the top of her head crest over the summit of his gut, perhaps a reminder to lose some weight, but that was a problem for a later day. Right now he could lay back and let Carmella embrace him with her mouth and throat, something he didn't have to see to enjoy.

What she couldn't reach with her mouth could at least feel the tickle of her spit as it trailed down into his pelvis and balls. One hand performed corkscrews between the root and the deepest point her mouth could reach. Her pigtails bounced around the flanks of her head and tickled the inside of his thighs, one small bonus to her handiwork.

Another groan poured out of Larry. Without thinking he pulled his hand up into the air and landed it on Carmella's scalp. It hit her like a rock, knocking her head further down a peg and jamming the head in her throat.

“[i]Uuukkkhhhhhhh![/i]" She'd always considered forcing herself this deep on his cock but could never quite bring herself there. Turns out she just needed an added boost. Her head stayed there a moment before she pushed herself against the weight of Larry's arm and uncorked her throat. A great rush of air sucked into her open maw around his penis before she resumed bobbing on him.

Their two audience members chuckled. Jim and Nat were sitting in their corners, still stroking their dicks. “Easy, now," Jim said. “Don't suffocate her."

Larry realized what he was doing and pulled his hand away. “Ah shit. Sorry darling."

Carmella came up with a deep gasp. Her hair was a bit messy and the entire bottom half of her face was soaked in spit. She smiled. “You don't gotta apologize, big guy. Been tryin' to gob you that deep since the first time. Lemme do it some more." Then she went back down on him. He felt the ring of her lips travel down his column, then the even tighter choke of her throat. “[i]Ulkhhh.[/i]"

Larry winced. “Hahhh… Ah shit. I like that. Keep it up."

So she did, breaking and reestablishing the grip of her throat with slower but more firm bobs on his cock head. Her throat was impaled repeatedly until it spent more time full of his meat than not. She found his nuts with one hand and began squeezing and rolling them between her fingers. The sign that she was doing a good job came when Larry's grunts got louder.

“Huhhh… Ahhh, I'm about to bust. Hfffff… I'm cummin'!" His hand came back to the back of Carmella's head and pulled down, this time on purpose. She was shoved to the absolute lowest she could go just before Larry let rip the first spurt of cum. “[i]Hyuuuuhhhhhhhh~![/i]"

Carmella heard as well as she felt the rhythmic crunch of his cock muscle inside her gullet. His seed punched her in the back of the throat and came plummeting down as she was forced to swallow. Her eyes scrunched shut as the tears started flowing. A gag made her throat bounce, and she was forced to lift her head out of his lap. That didn't mean she was finished with him. Her hand stayed glued to his pole and went into overdrive, jerking his entire length. Whips of white splooge came rocketing out of his pecker, past her gaped mouth and hanging tongue. [i]Phht. Phht. Phht.[/i] While milky pearls smacked and drooped down her cheek her twitching red tongue was able to catch one plop of cum. She closed her mouth, swallowed it, and smiled proudly.

“How was that, big guy?"

He couldn't answer at first, not with her hand still drawing out his climax. Only when it had finished did his body bounce with a chuckle. “Whew! I did, as a matter of fact. Goddamn." He peeked over his gut to see her smiling face vandalized by a few splotches of his seed. “I hope you meant to catch them shots."

“Well, I meant to catch more with my tongue. It's alright. I intend on catching a whole lot more with the other fellas. Speaking of…" She peered over towards Jim and Nat. “Will Nat please join me on the bed here?"

His face perked up at the mention of his name. “Why, I'd be happy to."

[i]***[/i]

Skyler and Willard spent the afterglow in the same position they'd entered it with Skyler in his lap, his arms around her, his head over her shoulder so that the two of them could kiss. His cock was still buried deep inside her, on its way to being flaccid and letting out the load of cum it had jettisoned into her. It was only a matter of time before their ecstasies would wane enough for Skyler to remove herself. For now, however, they enjoyed each other's warmth and made out softly.

Eventually Willard told her “[I think we should move now.]"

She whimpered softly. “[I don't want to spend another moment without you inside me,]" she said before some more gentle kisses.

“Mm, [well it would be even better if you would let me get hard again. Don't you want me to fuck you again?]"

Her hips squirmed. “[Desperately.]"

“[I thought so. Be a good girl and get up, if you can.]"

“Mph, [I'll try.]" With some help from Willard she was able to get her feet beneath her so that she could stand up. His penis sloughed out of her and onto his lap, wet and limp like a dead snake. An ugly belching noise ripped out of her along with a huge, white slug of cum. A shiver rolled through her as she stood upright. “[God, that feeling will never get old.]"

Willard was trapped between her legs with his own still held together by his boxers. Cum drooled out of her into a loooooong, slender trail of oil that landed right on his lap. “[And you've got a pussy that will never get old. I hope you'll let me use it again.]"

She cut a look at him over her shoulder. “[I will as soon as you get hard again. Won't you hurry up?]"

“[Patience, darling. You know you have to wait for these things. If you would move from right over me, we could take care of it more quickly.]"

“[Yes, that sounds like a good plan.]"

[center]***[/center]

Nat was kneeling where Larry had been. His back was towards the other guys so that they could see his burdensome cum-tanks hang between his open thighs. Carmella was on her fours in front of him, mouth wrapped around the head. Her back was in a soft arch, ass lifted in the air. She did not venture very far past his summit, not yet, at least. She took careful time to suckle the tip and lather her tongue around it. He would reward her with throbs of musty precum. His enormous, rough hand caressed her scalp and the angelically soft hair that fell from it.

“That's it, pretty thing," he whispered to her, as had become tradition for all the stallions. “Suck on that cock."

She peered up at him with innocent brown eyes, a stark contrast to the debauchery her mouth performed so adequately. “Mmf. Mmm. Uck. Ulmmm."

“Yeah, talk to me like that. Say how big it is."

“[i]Mmmmm… Mmmmm…[/i]"

“Doin' a number on it, ain't she?" Jim asked from his corner.

Nat smiled over his shoulder. “You oughtta come look. She knows what she's doin'."

“I know she does." He walked around to the right side of the bed. He saw Carmella in profile with that blissful look on her face. Her body rocked back and forth across the upper portion of Nat's penis. Jim saw her cheek bulge where a drying splotch of cum that was stuck to it. “Yeah," he said softly, hand still working his cock. “She knows what she's doin'."

Carmella turned her head slightly to smile at him before resuming. She felt her tits sway beneath her chest. Nat's breath was hissing through his flared nostrils. Jim was rubbing his cock nearby, eager for his turn. He would have to wait until she was done with Nat. She liked saving best for last anyway.

“Put a hand on them balls for me," Nat commanded in a tone thrumming with authority.

“[i]Uck.[/i]" She reached up between his thighs and obeyed. Dense, burdensome orbs rolled within her fingers as she closed them gently. Fine scrotum hairs tickled her palm. A heavy load lingered inside, ready to burst free. She wanted it badly but wasn't about to force it out. It was about the journey, not the destination. Thus her pace remained slow and even like it had, leaving her to focus on the texture and heat of Nat's pillar.

Another sigh blew out through his nose, an expression of minor impatience. This was lovely and all, but he wanted what she had done with Larry. Her kind suckling wasn't about to get him to the finish line like he needed to. The balls she fondled with her hand were starting to feel like stones; they wouldn't feel lighter until he came.

“Hey Carmella," he said.

Her eyes rolled up at him before her mouth broke off his cock. “Yeah?"

“Think I can fuck that pretty face of yours?"

“Like, you wanna fuck my throat?"

“Yeah, if you can take that?"

She scoffed and began massaging his balls more thoroughly. “I think I can take about anything from you guys. I said you could do what you wanted with me."

“I know, I just don't wanna hurt you or anything."

“Please, Nat. I'm about built for big dicks like y'alls by this point. Go ahead and give it to me. I can take it. I appreciate you askin' beforehand."

“Least I can do, now open that pretty mouth and let me do the rest of the work."

“Yes sir~"

Her mouth fell open, inviting his penetration. He delivered it after palming the back of her head and jerking it towards him. Her lips were plugged by his cock. Less than a second later she was gagging on him with her nose halfway to his lap.

“[i]Ulk! Uck![/i]"

“Hahhhhhhh, that's it." His fingers clutched the back of her cranium, holding it in place so that he could savor her throat grip. The wet, hollow sounds that echoed from the back of her gullet were gross as well as arousing. Her throat muscle throbbed on him. He clenched his cock muscle, and some precum bled directly into her pipe. “Fuck yeah~"

Just when her oxygen was beginning to deplete and the tears were welling in her eyes she felt her head being tugged backwards. A raspy gasp sucked into her, bringing with it a flurry of spittle and precum that was choked off by a pull on her head. It was in accordance with a firm thrust of Nat's hips propelled by the clench of his glutes. Gags and chokes echoed out of her mouth. The expression wrapped around his pecker wrinkled and scrunched as she fought to relax, a task made difficult by the huge horse dick lodged in her mouth.

Nat wasn't helping when he started fucking her face in earnest. His ass would arc backwards, bringing his cocked horsetail with it. At the same time he would push her head away, letting her breathe for the brief moment that would come to a crashing end with the tug on her head and the thrust of his hips. The fleshy, wet noise it made rang out of her O-shaped mouth.

“[i]Ulk. Eck. Ulk. Ulk. Uck. Uck. Ulk. Eck. Ulk.[/i]"

Carmella could not help the strained look on her face. The sounds she made were embarrassing, no matter if she couldn't help them. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, but to hear it so rapidly and outside of her control made her feel vulnerable and small. She fucking loved it. With both hands on the mattress, she was able to fully surrender herself to Nat's whims. Her expression softened. Breathing came more naturally.

Just in time, because Nat was ready to finish. “Yeah, that's it. Get fuckin' ready. Hnf!" His grip on the back of her head transferred to her hair. The flat, shiny locks of brown were crumpled within the clutch of his fingers. Her pigtails were pulled upwards. Nat pulled his hips way back to the point where just his cock helmet remained inside her mouth. He followed it up with a heavy thrust, right down to the throat. The noises grew loud. Loud and fast. Joining it were the determined grunts that beat out of Nat's nose. His lips furled back into a snarl. His rocky buttocks would dimple with each thunderous clench before softening to deliver the next one just as hard. He pulled on Carmella like she was nothing, impaling her face to the absolute deepest.

“Hahhh… I'm close." His lips pursed. “Mmmmmmmmm-!" Suddenly he pushed her head away and withdrew his cock. His hand gripped the top portion of it and began jerking it violently. Carmella's mouth was still wide open, sucking in a big torrent of air when a rope of cum shot out of Nat's dick and smacked her in the left cheekbone. She flinched hard and tried to pull away, but his grip on her hair remained firm, ensuring that every spit of cum landed where he wanted them to. “-[i]nahhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

With nowhere to go, Carmella relaxed her jaw again and closed her eyes. She could feel his hand shuttling down his dick just in front of her face and the sharp jabs of hot batter that came because of it. Some of it landed in her mouth, most of it didn't. After a half dozen ropes blew out of him her face, neck, and upper chest were constellated with flecks of his seed. A puddle of it sat on her twitching tongue amongst a forest of glassy spit threads. Her gullet throbbed just beyond, still aching from the meat that had just pillaged it.

Nat let go of his dick when he was done. “Hahhhhhhh, shit... Fuck… So fucking good." He realized how tightly his fist was closed around Carmella's hair. He let go. “Shit. I hope that wasn't too rough for ya."

Carmella closed her mouth and knelt upright in front of him. Nut oozed down almost every facet of her face and collar. Her trachea bobbed as she gulped down what had landed in her mouth. “Ahh… Not at all. I enjoyed that too." Instinct made her want to wipe the cum off her face. Manners made her leave it there. [i]Lord knows there's about to be a hell of a lot more of it.[/i] “Thank you, Nat. Now if you'd be so kind and let Jim on."

Nat felt a huge hand rest on his shoulder. He looked over to see Jim and his big, fat dick looming next to him and the bed. “Excuse me, partner. Mind if I replace you?"

[center]***[/center]

Willard and Skyler were standing hip to hip with Willard's semi-flaccid cock hanging in front of him at her side. Their underwear had been done away with finally, discarded on the forest floor amongst their other clothes. They made out passionately while Skyler stroked his penis, desperate for it to come back to life. With the dopamine of her previous orgasm having burnt itself out she needed him to fuck another one into her, but she would have to wait like always. [i]Men.[/i]

She moved her hand so fast down his penis that he said something about it. “[Easy, now. It's not going anywhere, you know.]"

“[I know it isn't, which is why I want it to move faster.]"

“[Always the impatient one.]"

“[I'm not impatient. You're just slow.]"

“[Slow? I think all men- horses, at least -take about this much time.]"

“[I know. It isn't half as quick as it should be.]"

“[Then why don't you do something else besides jerk it?]"

“[Like what? Use my mouth?]"

“[You could, or that ass of yours. Show me how that thing can move. Let me see those cheeks bounce.]"

She tried laughing it off, but the sudden widening of her eyes and the blush that befell her cheeks betrayed her. “[Oh yes, I would definitely be good at that,]" she said with heavy sarcasm.

Willard, meanwhile, was dead serious. “[Yes, you would.]" He reached behind her and honked one cheek. “[When you've got an ass like that, I expect you to do something with it.]"

A nervous chuckle. “[I… wouldn't know what to do.]"

“[Don't worry. It's easy. You've got the perfect tools for it.]"

“[What? Do you know how to do it? Do you dance like those slutty girls I see on the internet all the time?]"

“[They're not slutty, and I've seen it done enough times to understand how it works and that I like it.]" He turned on his charm with a tilt of the head. “[Will you do it for me? Please?]"

She loathed how handsome he was. “[Yes… Fine. I think I can manage something.]"

He hid his celebratory glee behind a quaint smile. “[Lovely. Go face that tree and show me how that thing moves.]"

“[Well, alright.]" She left his side for the tree, facing it like a hide-and-go-seeker. “[Now what?]"

“[Put your hands on it and lean against it. Spread your legs open.]"

[i]God, this is so stupid.[/i] She did as she was told, assuming the position of someone about to be strip searched. “[How's this?]"

He eyed her titanic ass hungrily. “[Perfect. Now give it a shake.]"

“[Just… shake it?]"

“[Yes. Just do what you feel comes naturally]"

Doing what felt naturally meant doing literally anything that wasn't shaking her ass, but she wasn't about to disappoint Willard now that she'd come this far. Her hip flicked one way, then the other, generating a rumble of flesh that rippled across both buttocks as one clapped against the other. She did that three more times before slowing once the jiggling felt like too much.

“[Keep going?]" she asked, looking over her shoulder uncertainly.

“[Yes,]" he said, already hypnotized. “[Keep going.]"

The look on his face said it all. “[OK.]" She looked ahead and resumed her booty shaking. It was totally chaotic. Entire waves of ass blubber made the skin ripple all the way down her thighs. What were tiny dots of cellulite folded into crevices that reached the full height of her buttocks. So much momentum built up that she thought her haunches would come flying off. She was used to swaying her backside in a teasingly slow motion, but this was something else entirely.

Willard thought so too as that dump truck bounced and waggled in front of him. He was forcibly gravitated to it, his hardening penis leading the way. She saw him approaching and stopped. “[No,]" he said. “[Keep going.]" She did so slowly, cautious with how close he was. He stood to her left with their torsos perpendicular to one another. He picked his cock up and set it on her buttock, making it jostle along with her.

She let out a delightful coo. “Oooh, [is that helping?]"

“[Yes,] he said with one hand rubbing her other haunch. “[Go on. Bounce that ass for me.]" His hand came back in the shape of a paddle and hissed gave another spank. [i]Smack![/i]

She let out a not-unpleased groan. “[I'm glad you like it~]" Suddenly it all felt very natural to shake her ass. She came to a stop and flexed one glute, bouncing his cock with it. All of her hips went into a fluid roll. Those “slutty" girls came to mind, and she started to replicate them. She hated to admit it, but it was pretty fun. With the hung and handsome Willard growing hard to the shake of her ass, she understood the appeal. “[It doesn't look like we'll have to wait much longer.]"

His rod was already within a few degrees of totally hard. He laughed. “[No, I don't think we will.]" Then he spanked her again.

[center]***[/center]

Carmella could really appreciate how big of a guy Jim was with his dick between her tits. She did him the kindness of kneeling on the floor beside the bed. He was sitting on the edge, leaning back on his arms with that titan of a phallus towering out of his lap. It eclipsed most of her face, leaving only the outer flanks of her eyes to be seen past the width of his cock. He really didn't mind, not when those massive globes of softness were latched to his pecker, right above the hilt.

The aftermath of Nat and Larry's climaxes were still drying on Carmella's face as she let Jim's cock simmer within her cleavage. She manipulated her breasts with both hands, lifting them up and then letting them fall at a slow cadence. Her lips smooched at the underside of his pillar where his muscle lay. It would throb against her face and let precum drool from his cock slit. Glassy droplets would slide across his flat cock head and then drain down that cylindrical façade. Carmella was there to lap it up every time, eager for more of that metallic sex juice.

“Fuck, them tits are soft," Jim commented. “Did I ever tell you that?"

A soft chortle came from the other side of his cock. “You might have mentioned it once or twice. You could come up with some other way to compliment me, you know," she said right before squeezing her funbags together until her nipples were almost touching each other on the opposite side of his shaft.

“Mmmm, well it's a mighty nice feature o' yours, along with some others. Ooh…"

“Oh yeah?" She kissed his penis. “Like what?"

“Well, you got a mighty fine ass."

“OK."

“Your thighs are thick too."

“Yeah, alright."

“Uh… Your hair is pretty."

“Thank you." She peered around his cock at him. “Is that it? I got nice boobs, ass, thighs, and hair?"

“Well… Heh, you kinda put me on the spot… Mmm… Kinda hard to think right now."

She gave a smug smile. “I bet it is." She loosened and tightened the ring of bosom around his cock. They would squish together and then roll as she relaxed her grip. Her kisses evolved into deep licks on his upper portion, just below the bottom notch in his glans where that bundle of nerves lay. She felt him shudder and sigh. More of that translucent nectar came bleeding out of him.

“'Bout to pop, ain't ya?" asked Nat from across the room.

“You have no idea…" Jim huffed. He reached around the back of Carmella's head and fondled her hair. “Fuck… I'm like putty in her hands… or in her tits. Whatever. Shit feels amazing."

He had no idea. Carmella stopped rolling her breasts on him for a moment so she could get her feet beneath her and squat. With her breasts still astride Jim's member she rolled them up his whole length, hilt to head, gliding him through that valley of cloudy softness.

It did the trick. Jim's jaw fell and a gasp sucked into him. “Ah shit… Huhhh! Oh, that's getting' it done. Ah shit… Hahhh…"

Carmella cackled. It was fun seeing such a big fella ready to cum. “'Bout to bust, huh?"

His voice was strained with delight. “Yeah…"

“Well, come on then," she said the moment her speed picked up. “Come on and cum for me. These tits are soft, aren't they?"

They certainly were, and with their pillowy texture elevating across his precum-lathered pole it wasn't much longer until he was at his limit. “[i]Hyaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]"

A shot of cum erupted from between her bosom, soaring high into the air and then raining down as a barrage of pearls that thudded around Jim's lap, Carmella's bosom, and the wood floor. Carmella came to a stop with her tits around his helmet. She hoisted both breasts up by their underside and squeezed them together hard. She licked at his notch, spiking his ecstasy into something crippling. More of his seed spat out, right past Carmella's unflinching face and then right back down onto her. Some of it struck her face dead on, and still she did not relent until his climax petered out.

The thoroughly glazed Carmella finally released her hold on him, and Jim's penis slumped back on his belly. She stood up proudly, face and chest concealed by a hot blanket of horse nut. Her skin burned beneath it, tingles echoing out through her skin and creating gooseprickles. It was a sensation she loved dearly. Jim slumped back on the bed, panting hard. Carmella climbed up next to him and patted his belly. “Enjoyed that, did you?"

He saw her face and laughed. “If you could see yourself, you'd know the answer."

“I don't have to. I can feel it." She sniffed. “And smell it. And taste it. Just about every sense is tellin' me you boys had fun."

“We sure did," coined Larry. He and Nat joined the other three on the bed. Their cocks hung limp in front of them, drained and happy thanks to the human gal in front of them.

Seeing their manhoods swing before her gave her an idea. “Tell you what… Larry, do you mind fetchin' my phone out of my pants?"

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“[i]HUHHHHH! HUHHHHH! MIJN GOTT! JA! JA! JA![/i]"

Those were Skyler's screams as Willard pounded them out of her. The wait had ended. Her twerking had gotten a rise out of him, and she was suffering the consquences. She was bent over in front of the tree, legs spread, hands on the bark to keep her head from knocking into it as Willard fucked her brains out. His grip on her hips was strong. He shoved and heaved at her at the same time his hips would launch themselves forward and back, propelling his manhood into her soaked, squelching pussy.

The impacts were crushing, each one sending a tsunami through her curves. The ripples could not settle before he would return and create more. Whips of her fluids came flying off his cock and balls. That massive orb purse would swing back into his buttocks and then be crushed against hers. The sounds were almost as loud as her screams.

[i]PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP![/i]

It did not wane or slow down. Even as when a second climax had torn through her and made her scream the loudest, he did not show restraint. He worked past the building fatigue in his muscles, that which was deepest in his glutes. Sweat had broken out across his body. Each breath was either a huff or a grunt. His lungs burned. It was a workout, but a supremely satisfying one.

[i]PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP![/i]

Amidst the screams and slaps was the escalation in Willard's volume. “[i]Huhhhhh! [I'm cumming! Skyler! Hahhhh!][/i]"

She had already been pushed to the brink herself. There was an attempt to tell him the same, but was rendered unintelligible by the pleasure that made her voice go loud and shrill. “[i]HUHHHH! JA! WILLARD! HUHHHHHH~![/i]"

Willard's tempo died down at last, and his climax came roaring forth. One last thrust flattened her ass against his hips. His jaw clenched behind a ferocious snarl from which another manly roar bellowed. “[i]HNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" Cum spewed out of him, flooding Skyler's womb in just two spurts. More surged out of him to the beat of his throbs. Molten ivory squirted from the tight seal between his cock and her taut pussy lips.

Skyler joined him in kind. Her back swung into a spasmic arch. The hair on her head whipped backwards with her head. An awful scream was thrown up the height of the tree trunk. Her cunt clenched on him again and let loose its own sexual product. Their ecstasies slammed head on, peaking and waning together.

Soon things were calmer. Their voices dropped into heavy pants. Eventually Willard laughed. “Hahhh… [Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.]"

Even as her body continued to shake, Skyler laughed too. “Nnnnnnn… [Yes… I thought so too.] Haha, ahhh…"

Willard pulled out and let his load gurgle out of her and onto the forest floor. He gave her booty one last spank. “[I had a lot of fun, but I think we should head back now, no?]"

She managed to stand upright and nod her head. Her legs were rubbery, but she could walk. “[Yes, that sounds like a good idea.]"

They gathered their clothes from the ground and dusted them of all the dirt. Skyler pulled her phone out of her overalls pocket and saw that she had a message from Carmella. She opened it, and immediately jumped out of her skin. “Oh!"

Willard was ready to step back into his boxers when he whipped his head at her. “[What?]"

Skyler's hand was over her mouth. She was giggling. “[It looks like Carmella and the boys were having fun too.]" She showed Willard the screen.

He came over for a better look. First shock, then amusement came over his face. “[Damn. I wish I could be in that room too.]"

Skyler's smile vanished. “[Hey!]"

Willard laughed. “[I'm kidding. I'd miss out on being with Carmella a hundred times if it meant I could be with you once.]"

Skyler pouted doubtfully. “[You better.]" She looked back at the screen. [i]Though I'd be lying if that doesn't look enjoyable[/i], she thought as she looked at the selfie Carmella had sent. She was on her knees, totally naked. Her face, neck, and chest were utterly vandalized with horse cum. On both sides of her were equally nude stallions, their immense cocks hanging heavily. One of them- unmistakably Jim -had his hanging right next to her grinning face. Amidst it all she flashed the peace sign. With the lewd image was a message:

WISH YOU WERE HERE!

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