The dog got up and walked off the porch. Jeannie saw Stumpy coming from around the barn. Buck trotted toward him, and Stumpy halted and chuckled. “Where you been, fella? Been looking for you for two days. Thought the chickens got you.” He chuckled again and said to Jeannie, ” He took off a couple of days ago, ain’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Thought he’d done flew the coop.”
“He’s okay,” Jeannie said. “He’s been here for the past two days.”
Stumpy let out a rasping snort. “Guess he was taking a vacation. Is that it, boy, you wanted a change of scenery.” He ruffled Buck’s head and the dog reared up, placing its paws on his chest.
Jeannie smiled at the sight. Buck looked to be on an even keel with Stumpy. Actually, the dog looked bigger than the man.
Stumpy was in his late fifties, short and compact, wizened and gnarled-looking–hence the name Stumpy. He was grizzled and quite ugly.
Jeannie watched as Buck and Stumpy walked away. She felt no concern. She knew the dog would be back.
The sky had grayed; big billowy clouds had rolled in; a sharp breeze had come swirling in. There was no doubt about it, a major storm was coming. Jeannie commenced preparing for it, which mainly meant going out and leading some animals to shelter amateur dog sex. Most of the livestock on the farm-ranch would be taken care of by Stumpy and his crew, but there were some domestic animals Jeannie kept that were her responsibility to take care of.
She proceeded to lead them to shelter. She checked the sky. The thunderheads had piled up; they were dark gray and massive. When the storm did hit, it would be a humdinger, but she estimated it would be a little while before it hit. She had enough time. One by one she led the domestic animals to shelter, till there was only one left to get.
She found the goat grazing in its customary favorite place, near a group of apple trees. She slipped a rope around its neck and tugged. “Come on, Lucifer, there’s a storm coming.” The goat followed her willingly enough, until it halted suddenly and relieved itself. Jeannie waited as it took a long piss. Her eyes were drawn to its underbelly. The goat’s balls hung down, bloated and heavy; its prick was extensive, full and meaty. A warm fizzy feeling ran up Jeannie’s tummy; her heart thumped and a lump formed in her throat.
Damn, but you’re hung, Lucifer, she thought. She led the goat to the barn, the idea of what she was going to do already forming in her mind. By the time she entered the barn, she was breathing hard, her heart almost thudding, and hot flashes were shooting up and down her body.
She pulled a small bale of hay to the goat and then undressed, spreading her jeans and shirt onto the bale. She knelt beside the goat and reached down and palmed its balls, gently caressing them. The goat twitched and frisked. She moved her hand forward from its balls and slowly slid her palm on its prick. The goat chuffed and stamped its hooves. She stroked its cock, marveling at the size and feel of it sex with her big dog.
I think you’re ready, she thought.
She lay back on the bale of hay, raised her legs and drew them back, scooted her rump down and reached out for the goat. She clasped its horns and tugged it toward her. The goat suddenly raised its front legs and clambered forward, landing on her. She gasped and groaned at the suddeness of its move and its weight. Before she could catch her breath, the goat was pushing its loins forward, thrusting its dick upon her. “Unh–oh–god!” she gasped as she felt its full meaty prick enter her vagina.
The goat didn’t hesitate or falter. It thrust forward relentlessly, jamming its big cock in her cunt.
Jeannie wrapped her legs around the goat’s flanks and heaved her pelvis up. The animal huffed and snorted and strained its loins, thrusting forward without halting, shoving its dick all the way up her pussy.
A wonderful gorging searing feeling stabbed up Jeannie’s cunt, all the way to her core. She grasped the goat’s horns and began hunching. “Fuck me, Lucifer!” she gasped. “Fuck me with your goat cock! Oh god, fill me up with it! Fuck the piss out of me!” The goat’s yellow eyes bored into hers and it panted and snorted as it lustily frigged her.
“Oh–unh–ah! Fuck, Lucifer, fuck!” she cried out.
The goat pumped its meat in her, jabbing its big prick in her cunt with strong full thrusts, smacking and mashing its fat balls against her ass. Jeannie held on to the goat’s horns and hunched back at it, gasping and panting and crying out in lust.
There were a lot of animals on the farm-ranch and most of them were useful; that is, they were raised and marketed or their products consumed. There were horses, cattle, fowl, all kinds of hoofed animals and livestock. There were a few animals that weren’t useful; they were simply kept as pets. Stumpy’s dog Buck was one; so was Lucifer the goat. And there was Prince.
Prince was a miniature pony; and it didn’t take Jeannie long to try him out… k9 anal sex.
In the stall in the barn Jeannie knelt naked beside the miniature pony. With one hand she stroked its scrotum and with the other she massaged its sheath. The pony’s testicles were big and heavy and Jeannie rolled her hand back and forth on them. She briskly stroked its sheath up and down. She moved in closer, leaning her head down under the pony’s belly, and began licking its scrotum, flicking and swirling and lapping its balls with her tongue. The pony brushed its tail and shifted its rear legs.
Jeannie saw its cock come sliding out of its sheath. She moved up and began licking its prick, running and rubbing and sliding her tongue over it. The pony whickered, swept its tail and shivered, shifting its legs. On and on the dick came sliding out, and Jeannie marveled at the size of it. The pony was miniature but its cock was huge.
“Oh, you beauty,” she breathed out.
She wrapped a hand around the base of the prick, opened her mouth and took it in. She sucked on the pony’s dick, licking the head of it with her tongue. The pony neighed and stamped its feet. She slid her arms around its sides and heaved herself up, lifting her legs and wrapping them around its flanks. She moved forward till she felt the pony’s cockhead. Its prick was long and thick, but Jeannie knew she could handle it.
She raised her yoni up and strained forward, pushing upon the pony’s dick. She gasped as she felt the big cock enter her quim. On and on the long thick prick came, inch after inch, filling her quiff up, reaming it out. Piercing shafts of wet fire stabbed and roared up her cunt, all the way to her marrow.
“Oh, ah, unh, ah, oh god!” she cried as the huge dick dug up her pussy. Never before had Jeannie been fucked like this, never before had such a long thick prick been stuffed up her yoni first time sex with a mare.
“Oh god, oh Prince, you’ve got the biggest cock!” she gasped. “Jesus Christ, but you’re a stallion!” She began hunching back and forth, frigging back at the dick. “Oh, ah, you’ve got the cock for me, Prince,” she panted. “You’ve got the cock I want. God, but we’re going to fuck every day. Oh yes, you’re going to fuck me with your big prick every day!”
The pony’s staying power was tremendous. It fucked Jeannie with long strong thrusts till she lost all track of time and place. She climaxed three times and the pony kept screwing her. Finally, it ejaculated, pissing a hot stream of sperm up her quim, spewing thick globs of semen deep in her quiff. She cried out in lustful ecstasy as the pony’s hot sperm reached her core, splashing and bathing her womb.
It spurted what seemed an endless amount of semen in her; it filled her up completely; filled her cunt up and overflowed, sliding and dripping out, down to the crack of her ass. It was, without question, the best fucking Jeannie had ever had.
The next day she was in the stall again, on her knees by the miniature pony. She was so engrossed in sucking its cock that she failed to hear the barn door being opened and someone walking in….
“Well, well, would you look at this.”
Jeannie gasped and looked around. Stumpy stood there, watching her. He was swiping his hand across his crotch, rubbing it up and down. He gave out a raspy chuckle.
“Taking care of your pets, ain’t you, honey. Well, that’s all right.” He walked toward her, unsnapping his pants. “Go right ahead with what you were doing.” He pulled his prick out and fisted it big dog cock sex. “You won’t mind if old Stumpy joins in.”
He dropped to his knees behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed his crotch up against her rump. He heaved forward, digging his dick into her cunt from behind.
“Oh yeah, sweet hot fucking pussy,” he grunted as he stuffed his cock up her quim.
Jeannie spread her legs and arched her butt to give Stumpy full access to her pussy, and then she turned her head back to Prince.
The ugly little man pumped his prick in her cunt as she sucked the pony’s cock.