Arianne couldn't believe her eyes. When she came in to investigate the strange sounds coming from the barn, she never thought she would see anything like this. The stallion that was prancing before her was sporting a hard on that was two-feet in length! The sheer size of it was causing a rushing wetness to gush from her pussy. She leaned in closer to get a better view of what was happening.
The gap between the bales of hay didn't afford much of an extensive view. All she could see was that the stallion was somehow tethered and that fact was obviously making the powerful animal rear its powerful legs and give an outraged whinny. The men holding on to the ends of the ropes shouted warnings and tried to hold on as the stallion tried to release itself. Its muscles bunched in protest and the sheen of perspiration covering its flanks attested to the lengthy battle between horse and man.
Arianne's breathing became labored as she watched the magnificent stallion display its strength and power. Her immense 36-DD breasts ballooned in reaction to the impressive spectacle of brute force, while her nipples tightened in arousal. Involuntarily, her hands squeezed the tips to relieve the painful tightening. A familiar heat made her feverish and her skin to become sensitive. 'I have too many clothes on,' she thought agitatedly. Her fingers hurriedly flew to release the buttons holding her blouse together and consequently her luscious breasts bounced out from her hurried removal. But it wasn't enough. She arched her back and shrugged the blouse off altogether. Then her very own hands mashed the massive globes as she watched the dramatic scene unfolding before her, uncaring that she was half-naked and could be discovered by any of the working men littering the barn.
Kurt, her father-in-law, caught her eye as he slowly approached the angry animal then stood quietly on the sidelines. He was very still even though the stallion tried to enforce its superiority by rearing and crashing its hooves repeatedly on the floor. Then Kurt began to croon indecipherable words to the frothing stallion. It was a soothing sound but it didn't make Arianne's ardor any less. It made her hips sway to the strange beat set by Kurt's voice. But it had the strange effect of calming the stallion; it quieted down and allowed him to come closer.
Kurt massaged its flanks with his own hands and continued the odd crooning. Those hands running all over the sweaty muscles mesmerized Arianne. Memories of those same hands caressing her writhing flesh made her squirm, and a demanding heat to pulse in between her legs. And the stallions' penis reminded her of Kurt's own giant rod and the way it would ram into her, causing her to whine under her breath, longing for a powerful penis to pound her pussy right now, but she had to settle for the heel of her hand pressing firmly on her little nub of pleasure through her skirt and panties, while the other hand continued wringing her naked breasts. She groaned in dissatisfaction at the unsatisfying results. What Arianne needed was a man, preferably one that was ready to fuck her brains out!
Her unspoken wish seemed to have been heard as a large masculine body pressed itself against her from behind. She gasped and tried to whirl around. "It's okay, Arianne. It's me, Billy." Arianne settled down when she realized it was her brother-in-law. "Just enjoy the show, sweetie pie, and let me take care of this for you." With that, he captured her breasts in his hefty hands ands begun to grasp and squeeze her hot tits. Arianne's head lolled in satisfaction from the pleasurable sensations of having her globes enfolded in his powerful grip.
"Hey Bob, grab a couple of bales and bring them over here." Arianne gasped again and turned to see Billy's twin brother, Bob, her other brother-in-law, staring at them with a big delighted grin on his lips. She couldn't help giving a slight smile in return and watched with a languorous gaze as he followed Billy's direction, setting up both bales of hay in front of her, forcing the entwined couple away from the little gap she had been peering through. Arianne moaned a protest, wanting to see the superb stallion from her original viewpoint, making Billy rumble in her ear soothingly, "Don't worry, sweetcakes, we're just adjusting ourselves a little bit here. You'll be seeing more real soon, and it's gonna be really hot."
The entrance of another horse, which made the stallion snort in reaction, distracted her. Arianne's eyes bulged in disbelief. The stallion's penis had lengthened to three feet! The other horse was definitely a mare that was arousing the male horse. The mare tossed its head in feigned disinterest as the stallion tried to approach it. Kurt slowly backed away as the two horses began a mating dance of approach and retreat.
Meanwhile, Billy urged her on top of the bale of hay. Since her height was just 5-feet, the repositioning brought her to a higher level that allowed his groin to grind directly against her ass. Bob sat on the other bale and then Billy pressed against her shoulders to indicate that she should lean forward, making her clasp the stacks of hay forming her vertical peephole for balance, and bringing her torso down until it was parallel to the floor, and her pendulous breasts within easy sucking distance from Bob's ravenous mouth. In this position, she could watch the two horses while Bob focused on her bosom and Billy teased her from behind.
"Do you know what we named our new mare, sweetie?" Billy easily released the clasp to her skirt and let the garment fall to the barn floor. "We wanted to name her after somebody who's sizzling hot." He clutched her panties and pulled them down slowly until they were pooled around her ankles, and then knelt down and helped her step out of them. The warmth of Billy's brawny body so close to her privates, Bob's nearness to her sensitive tits and her own nudity made Arianne quiver in anticipation.
"Somebody who's ripe and sexy and always wet." Bob flicked his tongue like a viper against her nipples, while Billy clawed her ass cheeks apart as he buried his face in between and licked from her little tight rosebud hole to her pink pussy slit. The sudden thorough lapping made her spasm, and she had to seize the hay in front of her for more support.
Billy stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, and then aligned his dick with her butt crack. "Somebody who loves something hard against her." Billy stepped closer and inserted his rod in the warm crevice, which made Arianne sigh in desire and gyrate her ass against his groin, silently provoking him to saw his penis in her butt-crack with a hard rhythm. Arianne loved the friction on her seldom stimulated strip of skin. Then Bob seized her tits and plunged his face in-between, thoroughly enjoying having his face engulfed by the soft malleable flesh.
"Somebody who likes a lot of real friendly attention." Billy gripped his cock and moved it in between the furrow of her pussy lips, and continued the hard sawing rhythm he had set. Arianne seesawed her own hips to increase the stroking sensations across her slimy cunt slit. Bob mirrored their actions by sliding his cheeks back and forth across her tit channel, grazing the smooth skin with his stubby whiskers.
"Somebody who's always ready to get real familiar with her new family." Billy pushed his cock knob momentarily into her dripping hole, making her moan. He suddenly bent forward, causing a few inches of his hot stick to push into her, and then bit her earlobe, while Bob bit her nipples. Billy released her ear to whisper seductively, "There's only one person here who fits that picture. Guess who?" He paused tantalizingly. "The mare's named after you. Her name's Arianne."
His announcement caused tingles to run all over her body, her pussy walls to grasp his penis involuntarily and her orbs to swell even more into Bob's mouth. When Billy extracted his shaft from her and straightened again, she moaned in disappointment. He stroked her lower back soothingly, "Keep an eye on the horses, sweetie." He reached in between her legs from behind and found her flaming clit, which he began to flick with his finger. Arianne's legs trembled in reaction. Then Billy suddenly pinched her nub while Bob twisted her nipples, and then drawled, "That stallion will show you why he's called Nonstop." With that promise ringing in her ears, Arianne looked up at the two horses with a newfound regard. In her mind, she imagined herself to be the mare, except that she had two heated stallions wanting to mate with her, instead of just one. When the stallion nipped the mare's neck, Billy did the same to her vulnerable flesh, making her squeal in surprise. Billy chuckled appreciatively, "We've been hearing your piglet squeals all over the house, Arianne. Have you been doing a lot of exciting and naughty things?" He palmed the rounded globes of her ass. "Things like this?" Then Billy grabbed her ass cheeks apart and transferred his attention to her little hole. "Have you ever had it in the ass, sweetcakes?"
Arianne tossed her head in denial, but found the idea intriguing and rotated her hips in response, encouraging his fingers to lightly caress the puckered hollow. The unfamiliar touch made her shiver. "Would you like to have my finger in your little hot hole, sweetie pie? That would make you feel so good, sweetie." Billy had his middle finger poised at her rear entrance, tempting her with the possibilities. "C'mon, sweetie, grind that ass backwards. You'll love it, I promise."
Arianne followed his directions and found herself being stabbed with a finger that seemed like a small penis. Billy continued flicking her clit with his other hand while Bob continued mauling her breasts that increased the flow of her juices. "Oh sweetie, you're so tight down here. C'mon, sweetcakes, just a couple more inches." Arianne wriggled her behind and skewered her chute onto the mini-rod. "Oh yeah, you're squeezing my finger so hard, sweetie. How about we do this?"
Then Billy started thrusting and retreating his finger slowly. The whole barn would have rang with her scream if Bob hadn't swooped down and swallowed the sound into his throat as he hungrily ate her mouth. Arianne's insides were going haywire from the scorching sensations being generated from her butt-chute. The newfound feelings together with the clit flicking, the tit mauling and the ravenous kissing were making her body search restlessly for an orgasm.
"Look up, sweetcakes. Nonstop is about to start his marathon," Billy urged.
Reluctantly, Arianne tore her lips from Bob's, only to gape at the sight of the stallion's forelegs on the mare's flanks, and plunging his meaty and lengthy member into the willing mare. The sheer power of the stallion took her breath away. She watched intently as the mare placidly accepted the snorting stallion's penis, hardly moving as the relentless male horse pounded away. The entry of a knob in her vagina diverted her attention from the mesmerizing display, and caused her to breathe in sharply.
"Does that give you any ideas, Arianne?" Billy stayed still, letting her feel partially a chunk of his throbbing meat. Bob continued twisting her nipples as he watched eagerly whether she would let her desire be satisfied by his twin brother. Arianne couldn't help the low moan that escaped her. Billy teased her by letting another inch insert into her hungry pussy. "Wanna go for your own personal marathon?"
Arianne's blood was on fire, and she wanted desperately to be pounded exactly in the same way the mare was being pounded by the stallion. She threw caution to the wind and hissed to Billy, "Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me with your cock! And when you're done, I want Bob to fuck me! I want both of you to fuck me as long as that stallion fucks that mare! Be my own personal studs!"
Billy gave a whoop and wholeheartedly lunged his pole into her and began a furious pace that matched the stallion's. Bob stood up and she turned her head to watch him strip. Noticing her close scrutiny, Bob gave her a jaunty grin and slowed down the removal of his clothes. The sleek muscles covering his body made her heave a sigh longingly, wanting that velvety skin covering her all over. When he was down to his birthday suit, she grabbed his thick rod and moved her hand up and down the 8-inch length. Bob groaned in satisfaction as she increased her hand pace to go with the fucking that she and the mare were receiving.
As she watched her namesake, Arianne felt that all the horny females in the farm were lucky to have males on hand to satisfy their libido. While Billy fucked her, Bob inserted his hand in between their hips to insert his own finger into her rectum, continuing the interrupted finger fucking she was getting from his twin brother, while his other hand alternately mauled her full-sized breasts. The double attention she was getting from the twins and their coordinated efforts in pleasuring her heightened all her senses to their orchestrated actions. And the mere thought she had two perfect male specimens at her beck and call made her pussy tingle and her body quiver all over in delight.
"Sweetie pie, get ready to receive some cream!" Then Billy's hips began to thrust faster, and after that he grabbed her own hips firmly against his as his penis shuddered and jerked, spurting warm sticky cum inside her, making her clench her pussy walls around him, trying to milk his shaft for all its worth, and bringing her to her own satisfying climax. "Oh sweetcakes, I'm as snug as a bug in a rug! It makes me wanna stay in you forever!"
Bob immediately protested, "No way! Arianne said she wanted me too! Didn't you babe?"
Arianne couldn't help smiling. They sounded like two small boys fighting over a favorite toy. She suddenly remembered that the twins were the youngest in the family, both nineteen and apparently raring to go. She sighed happily, ecstatic that she was the recipient of their lusty attentions. She tried to appease both. "Why don't you come over here, Billy, and let me give you a hand job? I think it's only fair to share with Bob."
The twins hurriedly exchanged places, forgetting their little disagreement. As Arianne held Billy's cock, she marveled how nature made two physically identical specimens save for one instance; while the twins both had the same 8-inch length, their cocks' widths were totally different. Bob was gifted with a thick rod while Billy sported a slim dick. Its slenderness made Arianne shiver as an idea struck her. She remembered Billy's question earlier whether she has ever taken it in the ass. Actually, only digits have ever penetrated her rectum, and she has always wondered how it would feel to have a hard staff jabbing her behind.
Arianne fought the familiar piglet squeals that wanted to erupt from her throat from the forceful thrusting of Bob's pole, but she didn't want to spook the horses so she bit her lip; however, her tight control was sorely tested as Bob continued to ram into her. She settled for little grunts under her breath, "Uh, uh, uh..." Although she felt totally satisfied, she still wondered how she could plant her idea in Billy's head. "Billy, uh, what do, uh, you think, uh, if, uh, uh..."
Billy was totally concentrated on his cock and the pressure of her hand, so he haltingly ground out, "Argh... If what, argh, sweetie?"
"Maybe, uh, we can try, uh..." Then she gave up trying to be subtle and cried softly, "Fuck me in the ass, baby! Please!" Her heated plea had the effect of geysers of cum raining on her hair and back as Billy came, totally turned on by her request, while Bob found the idea so arousing that he erupted his cum deep inside her pussy. The twins quickly swapped places.
Billy grasped his cock and held it at her rear entrance, and then gave her one last chance to change her mind, but secretly fervently hoped she wouldn't, "Are you sure, sweetcakes?"
"Oh yes, baby, fuck me in the ass!" Billy parted her ass cheeks apart and gazed hungrily at the puckering pinkish-brown hole. He gradually introduced her chute to his eager rod, watching heatedly as his shaft disappeared in her tube. Arianne spread her legs wider apart to accommodate him. Billy growled at the sexy picture she made and praised her, "Oh sweetie, you're squeezing me so tight! I'm gonna sink every inch inside you, sweetie pie!" With that, he determinedly pushed forward relentlessly until he was fully embedded in her dark cavern. Both of them moaned at the feeling of her blistering furnace crammed with so much meat.
Then Billy began a deliberate pace that allowed her to adjust to the new sensations and allowed her channel to enlarge to allow his member easier entry. When she began to meet his thrusts with a backward movement of her hips, he increased the pace until both of them were slamming their joined bodies together, creating ripples in their flesh from their forceful ass fucking. Before long, Arianne was shaking from multiple earth-shattering orgasms as Billy continued to ram her repeatedly in the ass, before succumbing to his own release.
Billy had barely enough time to plop out of her ass before Bob was once again cramming his cock into her vagina. Arianne began to believe their promise of a personal marathon. She lost track of time as the twins alternated, plunging into their favorite passage, Billy in her ass and Bob in her pussy. When she tried to make them exchange, Billy reminded her that it wouldn't be hygienic to do so. Touched by their concern, she completely gave in to her selfish desires and focused on all the stimuli bombarding her senses.
Her eyes welcomed the spectacle of Nonstop fucking her namesake tirelessly, proving that he was aptly named, while her nether regions were fully occupied by the twins' lusty appetites. She must have come at least more than a dozen times already, but the twins didn't show any signs of flagging erections. Although the prospect of unending climaxes was appealing, Arianne didn't think she could bear the pleasure any longer either. She was confused by her conflicting emotions.
Arianne gladly welcomed the diversion of another voice, narrowing her eyes to peer into the shadows. "Ma'am, may I join in, or is this a party of three?" A hulking figure of a man stepped forward to reveal a naked Chuck, another of her brothers-in-law, sporting an enormous 14-inch erection.
Chuck had been on his way out of the barn when he heard some scuffling sounds and went to investigate, only to discover the preoccupied naked trio. Their blatant display immediately hardened his steel pipe, and after swiftly undressing, he waited patiently for an opportunity to join them while stroking his hard on. When he saw that his sister-in-law seemed almost on the verge of a pleasurable sensory collapse, he stepped in to bring things to an intense conclusion.
Arianne was unaware of his intentions and was just feverishly thinking, 'If I get that cock in my pussy, I'll be in cum heaven.' Aloud, she cried, "Oh Chuck, baby, I need you!"
"Whatever you need, ma'am, I'll be more than happy to help you with."
"Fuck me with your big cock! Fill me up with your huge cock and make me cum again and again! Hurry, stud!" Arianne was almost incoherent from her lust.
The twins grinned at each other as they gave way to their eldest sibling, and Chuck silently approached the aroused writhing woman. Chuck grasped her hips firmly and aligned his cock with her pussy. He was painstakingly slow as he pushed his gigantic girth into her clutching tunnel, heightening the sensations in her receptive opening, his progress aided by the previous semen deposits left by the twins, particularly Bob's. Arianne bit her lip hard to prevent the scream that was demanding to be released. Seeing her predicament, Bob enthusiastically gobbled her lips while Billy paid homage to her immense breasts.
Arianne gasped at the enormous heat piercing her pussy. She felt that her insides were being seared by a branding iron as his cock entered her inch by incredible inch. Whenever she thought he would stop already, he still kept going at it. She had a bizarre vision of him coming all the way out of her mouth. Amazingly, before she knew it, she felt his crotch grinding against her ass. She had finally taken in Chuck's whole 14-inch length! The countless bouts of fucking she enjoyed with the twins have apparently readied her pussy for the mammoth cock. She felt her juices streaming wetly down her legs, intermingling with the twins' own cum. She loved its cooling effect, a fantastic contrast to the scorching temperature in her pussy.
A beefy hand caressed her lower back soothingly, while Chuck slowly extracted himself from her warm depths till only the tip remained, before slowly making its trip back into her constricting grip. Arianne couldn't help rotating her hips to make sure his exciting irregular textures touched every surface of her vagina.
Chuck let her take her pleasure from his fuck muscle, but when she began to make jerky motions to impale herself on his gigantic pole, he took over by clamping onto her hips and setting a breathtaking tempo that had her screaming her piglet squeals down Bob's throat, while Billy frantically slurped her pendulous breasts. Arianne had to claw her fingers into the bales of hay in front of her for balance as her body swung back and forth from Chuck's powerful thrusts. She felt totally feminine as his strength and driving force complemented her supple and yielding form.
Arianne thought she was going out of her mind. Being the focal point of so much sexual attention was making her crazy. Although she was reveling in a small series of spasms that left her shuddering gratifyingly, she wanted to hit the highest point real soon. She started slamming her buttocks more vigorously against his groin, making Chuck growl, causing her to pause instinctively from the intimidating sound. But the giant man just gripped her hips tighter and yanked her towards him even more rapidly, shaking her smaller form like a tiny doll, fully giving in to the rhythm beating in his arteries, a thundering tempo that was demanding him to stab his sword again and again in her clasping sheath.
Arianne didn't have any breath left to make any sound. The twins slowly stood from their kneeling positions to flank them on each side, watching their fucking with awe, and transferred their manual ministrations to their own straining dicks, wanking their meat furiously as they ogled the sight of their huge brother hunched over the petite figure of their diminutive sister-in-law, his colossal pole reappearing and amazingly disappearing into her bent over form. Chuck's paws searched for and found her breasts as he humped her to ecstasy while wringing her fleshy globes.
Arianne was struggling to contain all the emotions and sensations running through her, but the intensity was causing her to feel light-headed and woozy. She strained to reach the pinnacle in order to release the tension that was gripping her muscles all the way to her very bones. She rasped, "Harder, Chuck! Please fuck me harder! Oh please, stud!"
Chuck unbelievably stepped up the tempo, his shaft pounding her so swiftly it was a blur. Arianne's mouth gaped open in a wordless cry as her climax jerked her body all over with its intensity. Bucking uncontrollably, she didn't even feel the biting teeth that clamped onto her vulnerable neck, nor Chuck's muffled familiar wolf howl, as she sank thankfully into the welcoming darkness. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to orient herself. She realized that she was in her own bedroom, and what woke her up was the hammering on her door. She grudgingly struggled to reach the door, flinging it open to reveal her roguish brother-in-law, Wes, who greeted her with a winsome smile and said, "Oowee! Good mornin' darlin'! Such a beautiful mornin' should be spent on the back of a horse, with a gorgeous birthday girl right in front of him. So wat'dya say sweetheart? Care to go with me?"
Arianne found that charming grin irresistible, totally won over by the fact that he remembered her birthday. She hadn't mentioned it to anybody, embarrassed that it might make her new family think that they have to celebrate or something. "I'll be right with you. Just let me get changed."
"Alright sweetheart. I'll be right here, outside your door, impatiently waiting until you come back out." He added hopefully, "Unless you need help with a zipper or something." Arianne giggled and pulled him into her bedroom. Wes glanced around until his gaze settled on her closet doors. "Is it okay if I look through your stuff while you take a shower?"
Raising her eyebrows at the unusual request, she nevertheless nodded and sped off into the bathroom. When she reentered the room in a bathrobe, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on top of the bed. "Pretty please darlin', can you wear them for me?" She dubiously examined his choices. Although it was warm outside, most of the garments that he'd picked out were pretty skimpy for a horse ride.
It consisted of a white leather vest that zipped up right in front, more appropriate for a night out of bar hopping. The tan leather skirt was a short flared number that ended right below her crotch that she had bought on a whim but never intended to wear in public. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she got on top of a horse with it. Wes' choice of underwear was a white leather thong-style pair of panties that would definitely leave her ass bare and her pussy in danger of exposure. The only thing that seemed right was the tone colored mid-calf cowboy boots! "Uhm... Wes, sweetie, uhm..."
"Don't worry about a thing, darlin'. Wes here has taken care of everything. You'll be pretty comfy 'coz we're riding tandem, sweetheart. I'll also bring a blanket along just in case it gets a bit nippy out there." Wes dramatically clasped his hands over his heart. "Please don't deny me the pleasure of gazing upon your charms, sweetheart. My heart will surely wither away." The teasing glitter in his eyes melted away any practical protests she might have. She grabbed the clothes and went to get dressed before she could change her mind.
When she saw the horse waiting patiently for them outside, Arianne burst out laughing. Wes had festooned the horse with leaves and flowers, and when the horse neighed in welcome, she even heard the tinkling of bells as it flicked its head side to side. Wes playfully bowed with a flourish and announced in a hilarious British accent, "Your horse awaits, m'lady." He grasped her waist and easily lifted her 5-foot frame on top of the saddle, before flinging himself right behind her.
Arianne looked down and was a bit dismayed to see that she had inadvertently bared almost all of her soft creamy thighs with her astride position and miniscule skirt, but the feeling of the horse's short hair tickling her inner thighs sidetracked her. And when Wes urged the horse into a slow stride, her pussy shivered in delight from the pressure it received from the hard saddle under her. Before she knew it, her pussy walls started leaking a lot of love juice. Arianne tried to clamp down on her reactions, embarrassed that Wes might notice.
As they cantered towards the pathways, Wes said, "Oh darlin', before I forget, the others wanted to greet you happy birthday but they had to leave real early to do some errands." Then he nibbled on her ear before whispering, "Besides, you got up real late. If I hadn't knocked on your door, you might have slept your way through until noon, sweetheart. Oowee! Whatever were you doing yesterday to make you so tired?"
Arianne's cheeks turned a pinkish hue as she remembered her afternoon adventure in the barn. When she had been in the bathroom, she realized that the twins and Chuck had thoughtfully bathed her thoroughly, as well as put her in her favorite dressing gown, before laying her down on her own bed where she found herself this morning. Of course she was just guessing because she couldn't remember anything from the moment she fainted from her extreme climax to the moment Wes' knocking woke her up.
What she didn't know was the that Kurt caught the trio when they were carrying her in, and as soon as she was cleaned up and he had made sure that she was really all right, Kurt had given his sons a tongue-lashing they hadn't experienced since they were young boys and had decided to experiment with fire and horses. She also didn't remember the regular checks the men made through the night to make sure she was okay.
And that's why Wes got assigned to her today, because Kurt's punishment for the three was to keep them away from Arianne. Just a short period of course, and as a result their cocks were already complaining from the separation.
As the bells merrily tinkled, Wes began to whistle a tune that sounded suspiciously like the famous classic 'Sleigh Ride'. She teased him, "Isn't it a little bit early for Christmas songs?"
He cheerfully replied, "Not when it's my favorite time of the year, darlin'. I try to celebrate it every day with those oh so merry Christmas songs, even when it's summer." And then he continued whistling the jovial tune.
Since they were riding tandem, it brought his hips against her buttocks regularly. The rhythmic motion brought her attention to the fact that a hardening pole was poking her. Arianne tried to ignore it but the thought that there were only a few layers of clothing between them caused her to squirm in the saddle, while a telltale gush of wetness escaped her depths.
However, she wasn't sure if her pussy was ready for more action after yesterday's escapade. So casually, she tried to lean forward to lessen the contact, but Wes took advantage of her new position to work her leather skirt loose from under her butt cheeks. Aghast, she straightened up immediately, only to find that Wes had released his rod and had flipped up the back of her skirt, and since she was just wearing thong panties, it brought his penis in direct contact with her velvety skin.
Immediately, the hard touch of his throbbing meat made her forget any anxiety she might have had regarding her vagina's ability to recover from the vigorous fucking she experienced yesterday. She let her body sway with the horse's cadenced walk, which made Wes' pipe scrape deliciously against her, sometimes even accidentally inserting in her butt cleft. Instead of moving away, Arianne tried to increase the pressure on her tingling flesh by leaning back into Wes.
Suddenly, Wes stopped whistling, and cheerfully sang in a clear baritone, "Just hear those horse bells jingling, ring, ling, ling, a little tune-" Arianne's brain barely registered the fact that he was singing 'Sleigh Ride" and just changing some of the lyrics before she got distracted by his actions.
In time with his singing, his hands industriously pulled up her skirt in front, and then inserted it into her waistband so that her white leather thong panties and mound were clearly displayed. Now it's like she wasn't wearing any skirt at all since both the front and back sections were flipped up.
"C'mon, it's lovely weather for a horse ride together with you-" This time he slid the leather vest's front zipper down to uncover her 36DD breasts. Instantly, her nipples tautened from being bared to the stirring breeze, and his fingers immediately started pulling on the hardened tips, plucking them away from her chest before letting them snap back into place.
Arianne had to stop the moans that immediately rose from her throat, scared that it might spook the horse. Instead, she clutched his forearms and arched her back to place her orbs even further into his manipulating hands. Wes drawled in her ear, "Do you know what I like about horse rides so much, sweetheart?" Arianne could only whimper as his fingers continued teasing her tits. "Well, darlin', since you're a city girl, I bet you didn't know that you could get all kinds of rides on top of a horse. Wanna know some of them? You'll love them, sweetheart."
Arianne wasn't interested in horse rides, what her pussy wanted was to ride his cock. "Oh Wes, fuck me baby! My pussy's burning hot!"
"Oowee! I just love your enthusiasm, sweetheart. Let Wes take care of that fiery pussy for you!" Wes slipped the thong panties aside and lifted her until she was hovering directly on top of his prick. Arianne looked down and quivered at the sight of his 10-inch rod sticking straight up into the air, ready to pierce her deeply.
He slowly lowered her, letting his knob slice her pussy slit, and then continued the snail's pace of releasing her weight until she finally felt the sinewy surface of his powerful legs. Wes was now buried to the hilt. Arianne threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, while her feet entwined with his calves to maintain her balance. At once, she rotated her hips in order to feel him chafing against her pussy walls.
Wes whispered roughly in her ear, "Ready for your special horse ride, darlin'?" Arianne was too busy appreciating his cock to answer him. Wes chuckled at her single-mindedness, and unbelievably resumed singing, "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap, let's go, let's go with the flow-" And then he pressed his heels into the horse's sides, which made it move in a canter, a teeth-jarring rhythm that made Arianne's eyes open wide in shock, because every time the horse's hoofs landed, Wes' cock would jam into her so hard that her body would bounce off the saddle.
"Uff, uff..." Arianne's breath was being cut off with every ramming of his pole. She couldn't believe how the simple act of changing the horse's pace could cause such mind-blowing results. Since the rhythm was a vigorous clip-clop, Arianne felt like a puppet because his shaft was pounding into her at twice the normal speed, making her jerk all over uncontrollably. Her pussy went spastic with the unfamiliar yet electrifying stimulation, but she adored every hard jab and stab, and her pussy walls attempted to clasp his poking member every time it pounded into her.
Although all they needed to do was to make sure they held on and didn't fall off the horse, her thighs still quivered with the strain of gripping the horse's sides to keep from slipping off. However, there was hardly any need for pelvic efforts since the horse's actions naturally banged their hips together in sync with its descent.
By now, they were both totally under the control of the horse's rhythm, even Wes. He was gripping her hips tightly as he groaned softly in her ear from the outrageous sensations enfolding his cock, from the way her pussy walls clutched his dick as he rammed into her with short but hard thrusts, to the clinging slippery surface of her cunt. He fully surrendered his body to his horse's rhythm, his hips wildly bucking into her twat, when Arianne cried, "Oh Wes, this is so wild, baby! I love it!"
Wes lightly nipped her neck in a pleased response, but decided to continue teasing her with his off-the-wall singing and a change of pace. "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap it's great with my cock in you-" Arianne didn't know whether to laugh or bash him on the head. She settled on enjoying herself with the pounding rapid pace, but her plan was wrecked into havoc when Wes kicked his horse into a gallop.
Arianne felt like screaming in frustration as the change totally transformed the rhythm of his fucking. Instead of continuous hammering, now she had to wait for what seemed an interminable period, which was actually just a couple of seconds, before his cock pierced her. She clawed her fingers into his thighs in retaliation for this brand new torture.
Wes chuckled, "Oowee, darlin', you're turnin' into a hellcat. Don't you know I just love hellcats with a cock-hugging pussy?" Arianne clenched said pussy in a harsh grip that made him bow his back, hoping to make him lose control and ram her pussy hard and fast. But he recovered quickly and refused to take the bait. Instead, he laughingly sang, "Your pussy's tight and cozy, and fiery spicy to boot-"
Arianne felt like banging her fists on his chest and demanding for the kind of furious fucking that she wanted. But then she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming, as Wes added an up thrust slamming of his hips every time the horse landed on the harsh ground, amplifying the reverberations in her over-stimulated love box.
She began to babble incoherently and slumped her twitching body backwards against him, totally overcome by the sensations roaring through her. Her juices were streaming in torrents and flowed down her thighs. She grabbed his thighs as she came repeatedly, her pussy walls madly contracting in a paroxysm of spasms while the horse ate up the vast plain with its long legs. And she continued coming as Wes sustained the hard pace he had set, reining in his own urge to just mindlessly batter his meat into her pussy.
Instead, he guarded his thrusts by clutching her hips to control the tempo of their shoving hips, supplementing the natural lifting of her hips with a raise of his hefty grip as the horse flew through the air, and escalating the force of gravity's effect by pulling her hips savagely down towards his up thrust cock when the horse landed. The effect was to release his cock almost to the tip before her pussy walls enfolded it again, thereby increasing her craving for his cock, and his for her cunt.
Wes gritted his teeth to keep from shouting at the pleasurable agony. He just loved the way her pussy pulled and clutched at his meat, hungering for it as if it never wanted to let go. Under the wide-open skies, he acknowledged the fact that he worshipped Arianne's voluptuous body, and he even fervently thanked God for blessing his family by sending lusty Arianne to his equally lusty family. It was surely a match made in heaven. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he gushed geysers of cum cream into her greedy vagina, which continued to milk him dry even as he slowed down the horse.
When he gently pulled on the reins, Arianne thankfully thought she was going to get a break from the mind-numbing climaxes she was experiencing, but Wes had other plans. He urged the horse up a steep slope. Arianne looked up and was horrified to see that they were navigating what looked like a seldom-used path with loose pebbles littering the dirt. She had horrific visions of the horse slipping and crushing them as they rolled down the small rise. For the moment, her fear swamped her sexual desires. She protested in a wail, "Wes-"
Wes soothed her, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Would I let anything happen to you? Now scoot forward and throw your weight towards the front." When she didn't move, he firmly insisted, "Go on, darlin'. You'll love it."
Arianne thought about it and realized she had indeed loved everything they've ever done so far, so she decided to trust him again. She followed his directions until she was firmly gripping the protruding front part of the saddle, the pommel, holding it so tightly her knuckles turned white. Wes leaned on her back, throwing both of them forward and even further towards the angled incline. She gasped as his prick also angled and crazily caused tingling warmth in her pussy.
And if she had been thinking more clearly, she would have been even more astounded to realize that through all these, Wes had always regained his hard on almost immediately after each climax and had never freed himself from the intimate embrace of her vagina.
As they rode through the difficult path, Arianne's heart thumped in her chest as fear held her in its grip. However, Wes had to bite her neck from groaning out loud, because every terrified catch of her breath caused a blissful tightening of her pussy walls. He guiltily felt like a fiend, but that didn't stop him from making sure to direct the horse towards every part of the path that might cause her to be frightened, for he had a mad need to experience every powerful blood-constricting contraction of her cunt, even if it was sometimes to the point of pain. Wes simply didn't care as long as his dick received every pleasurable stimuli possible.
After a while, Arianne soon determined they were in no real immediate danger of dying, so she began to focus on her other senses as well, and immediately realized that the hard leather pommel was pressing directly onto her pulsating clit, making her gasp as electric tingles shot from her nether regions to every part of her body, making her understand why Wes wanted her to lean forward in the saddle.
As they struggled up the slope, the horse rocked side to side as the horse tried to maintain its balance, consequently squashing the pommel against her love nub and making Wes' stiff shaft rub against her pussy walls, increasing the gratifying agony for both of them. So she fully yielded to the rocking movement and was rewarded with a scraping cock moving within her in very unexpected ways.
Arianne squealed softly as the exquisite torment continued, yet her existing fear was intermingling with her need for satisfaction. Her newfound emotions grappled within her, but also astonished her with its surprising effect of increasing her sexual desires. Sensing her confusion, Wes decided to add a pinch of unexpected pain to the mix of fear and sexual desire. During unpredictable moments, he would twist her nipples, bite her neck or shoulder, pinch her love nub, or suddenly land his full weight on her back to force her clit hard against the pommel.
Arianne tossed her head wildly as Wes hit her pleasure spots from out of the blue, and in bewildering ways that increased the hurting but pleasurable pain. She was going crazy from the barrage of sensations assaulting her flesh. Her body thrashed and bucked wildly, straining to reach the release from the tension that coiled every muscle in her body.
Wes watched in awe as she managed the unimaginable stunt of screwing herself on his pole while maintaining her balance on top of the struggling horse, her body a study in desire as it writhed together with the animal's attempts to physically reach the summit, a goal all three were trying to achieve, literally and figuratively.
Arianne's savage need to climax completely took over her every thought and action, and despite the precarious circumstances, she managed to raise her hips then slam herself down onto his stiff shaft repeatedly, grabbing the pommel for stability and using her inner thigh muscles to grip the horse's sides. She was in a maelstrom of primitive desire as her cunt walls seized his cock with relish, her sticky sap coated his stick, and her breath was released in loud exhalations that rivaled with the horse's snorting.
Finally, she reached her goal, and her back arched as her hips instinctively pumped against his to wring out every conceivable sensation from her climax. Her orgasms were now rolling one after the other that she barely noticed when Wes roared out his own release the same time the horse reached the top, a plateau that bordered the farm.
Arianne was feeling quite satiated and amazed at what just happened. Her pussy had been crammed full to overflowing with cock meat without end, had been incredibly hammered by a cock with the help of a horse's stride, and had enjoyed a lengthy and prolonged orgasm. The experience had been heightened by the wide sweeping spaces, generating a feeling of freedom from doing something so private out in the open, coupled with the forbidden thrill of fucking her brother-in-law where they could be spied on by anybody.
She absently noted that out of all the decorations Wes had covered his horse with earlier, the only ones that remained were the tiny bells tied to its reins, which she could hear gently tinkling now instead of frantically clanging like they did awhile ago, but the flowers and leaves décor have totally disappeared from the force of their vigorous ride.
Still in a daze from the powerful experience, her brain barely managed to sort out the fact that Wes had managed to disentangle their joined bodies, and had turned her so that she was straddling and facing him. But the feel of his lips against her neck and his cock sawing her pussy groove had her squirming and swiftly moving back to reality.
She tossed her head and let the breezes play with her hair and cool her ardor. She languidly hooked her legs behind him, and breathlessly said, "Wes, honey, since I've successfully completed your special horse ride, does that qualify me as a country girl now?"
Wes looked up from his concentrated task of creating love bites along her neck and gave her a wicked grin, "Oowee, whoever said we were finished, darlin'?" Then he gently inserted his penis back into her slot.
Arianne sighed in contentment. Despite their long-drawn-out bout of fucking, she was happy to note that Wes was still hard and rigid. But this time, their fucking was slow and unhurried, just a gentle grinding of their hips together while the horse strode with a placid gait.
Her reverie was cut short by Wes singing softly in her ear, "We're snuggled up together, like two horses matin' in a barn-"
Now Arianne knew for sure that Wes was aware of her escapade with the twins, and in a bit of fun and revenge, she clasped his neck tightly so that her ample mounds mashed against his chest, planning to make him moan in need and then leaning back as far as she could to refuse further contact. But her move backfired on her as he tore his shirt apart, which brought her sensitive nipples in direct contact with his bare skin, making them both moan.
She immediately dumped any plans of retreating. Instead, she massaged her inflamed nipples even harder on his supple firm flesh, and then murmured pleadingly, "Make me cum, baby! Please make me cum!"
Wes complied with her request and brought his huge palms under her butt, and lifted her up and down on his solid stiff shaft, while opening his mouth wide to suckle on her bobbing breasts. Arianne clasped his head to her chest as his soothing thumping brought her to a sweet satisfying climax that gently rippled through her. However, Wes' next sung lyrics brought her up short. "There's a birthday party at Farmer Kurt's; it will be the perfect ending of a perfect day-"
She looked behind her shoulder, and was horrified to find that they were almost at the farm, and worse of all, she could make out her other in-laws milling about fixing decorations and adding bowls to a table already heaping with food, presumably in preparation for a celebration. She didn't dare to think what they would assume if they saw her half-naked with her legs hugging Wes' hips, his shirt and pants undone while atop a horse. The truth most probably, that she had been getting a special horse ride.
She scrambled to zip up her vest and bring down her skirt. Wes chuckled as she tried to stamp out any evidence of any naughty goings-on. Arianne glared at him in exasperation and finally did what she wanted to do earlier, hit him hard on his chest with her fists, which apparently did not hurt him at all since it just made him laugh harder. Arianne made annoyed noises under her breath, and then tried to figure out how to face front again while the horse was still moving, but she was stumped.
Taking pity on her predicament, Wes grabbed her by the waist and spun her easily to face the right direction. By the time they reached the yard, she had managed to repair most of her clothing and hair with a bit of Wes' help. What she didn't know was that her attempts were totally useless, because her total mien had that freshly fucked look that each and every one of her in-laws knew all too well.
They figured what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, so they didn't bother to tease her. Besides, they hoped that Arianne would be making this a very special and memorable celebration to be shared by the whole family. So instead, all of them chorused, "Surprise! Happy birthday!"
The gap between the bales of hay didn't afford much of an extensive view. All she could see was that the stallion was somehow tethered and that fact was obviously making the powerful animal rear its powerful legs and give an outraged whinny. The men holding on to the ends of the ropes shouted warnings and tried to hold on as the stallion tried to release itself. Its muscles bunched in protest and the sheen of perspiration covering its flanks attested to the lengthy battle between horse and man.
Arianne's breathing became labored as she watched the magnificent stallion display its strength and power. Her immense 36-DD breasts ballooned in reaction to the impressive spectacle of brute force, while her nipples tightened in arousal. Involuntarily, her hands squeezed the tips to relieve the painful tightening. A familiar heat made her feverish and her skin to become sensitive. 'I have too many clothes on,' she thought agitatedly. Her fingers hurriedly flew to release the buttons holding her blouse together and consequently her luscious breasts bounced out from her hurried removal. But it wasn't enough. She arched her back and shrugged the blouse off altogether. Then her very own hands mashed the massive globes as she watched the dramatic scene unfolding before her, uncaring that she was half-naked and could be discovered by any of the working men littering the barn.
Kurt, her father-in-law, caught her eye as he slowly approached the angry animal then stood quietly on the sidelines. He was very still even though the stallion tried to enforce its superiority by rearing and crashing its hooves repeatedly on the floor. Then Kurt began to croon indecipherable words to the frothing stallion. It was a soothing sound but it didn't make Arianne's ardor any less. It made her hips sway to the strange beat set by Kurt's voice. But it had the strange effect of calming the stallion; it quieted down and allowed him to come closer.
Kurt massaged its flanks with his own hands and continued the odd crooning. Those hands running all over the sweaty muscles mesmerized Arianne. Memories of those same hands caressing her writhing flesh made her squirm, and a demanding heat to pulse in between her legs. And the stallions' penis reminded her of Kurt's own giant rod and the way it would ram into her, causing her to whine under her breath, longing for a powerful penis to pound her pussy right now, but she had to settle for the heel of her hand pressing firmly on her little nub of pleasure through her skirt and panties, while the other hand continued wringing her naked breasts. She groaned in dissatisfaction at the unsatisfying results. What Arianne needed was a man, preferably one that was ready to fuck her brains out!
Her unspoken wish seemed to have been heard as a large masculine body pressed itself against her from behind. She gasped and tried to whirl around. "It's okay, Arianne. It's me, Billy." Arianne settled down when she realized it was her brother-in-law. "Just enjoy the show, sweetie pie, and let me take care of this for you." With that, he captured her breasts in his hefty hands ands begun to grasp and squeeze her hot tits. Arianne's head lolled in satisfaction from the pleasurable sensations of having her globes enfolded in his powerful grip.
"Hey Bob, grab a couple of bales and bring them over here." Arianne gasped again and turned to see Billy's twin brother, Bob, her other brother-in-law, staring at them with a big delighted grin on his lips. She couldn't help giving a slight smile in return and watched with a languorous gaze as he followed Billy's direction, setting up both bales of hay in front of her, forcing the entwined couple away from the little gap she had been peering through. Arianne moaned a protest, wanting to see the superb stallion from her original viewpoint, making Billy rumble in her ear soothingly, "Don't worry, sweetcakes, we're just adjusting ourselves a little bit here. You'll be seeing more real soon, and it's gonna be really hot."
The entrance of another horse, which made the stallion snort in reaction, distracted her. Arianne's eyes bulged in disbelief. The stallion's penis had lengthened to three feet! The other horse was definitely a mare that was arousing the male horse. The mare tossed its head in feigned disinterest as the stallion tried to approach it. Kurt slowly backed away as the two horses began a mating dance of approach and retreat.
Meanwhile, Billy urged her on top of the bale of hay. Since her height was just 5-feet, the repositioning brought her to a higher level that allowed his groin to grind directly against her ass. Bob sat on the other bale and then Billy pressed against her shoulders to indicate that she should lean forward, making her clasp the stacks of hay forming her vertical peephole for balance, and bringing her torso down until it was parallel to the floor, and her pendulous breasts within easy sucking distance from Bob's ravenous mouth. In this position, she could watch the two horses while Bob focused on her bosom and Billy teased her from behind.
"Do you know what we named our new mare, sweetie?" Billy easily released the clasp to her skirt and let the garment fall to the barn floor. "We wanted to name her after somebody who's sizzling hot." He clutched her panties and pulled them down slowly until they were pooled around her ankles, and then knelt down and helped her step out of them. The warmth of Billy's brawny body so close to her privates, Bob's nearness to her sensitive tits and her own nudity made Arianne quiver in anticipation.
"Somebody who's ripe and sexy and always wet." Bob flicked his tongue like a viper against her nipples, while Billy clawed her ass cheeks apart as he buried his face in between and licked from her little tight rosebud hole to her pink pussy slit. The sudden thorough lapping made her spasm, and she had to seize the hay in front of her for more support.
Billy stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes, and then aligned his dick with her butt crack. "Somebody who loves something hard against her." Billy stepped closer and inserted his rod in the warm crevice, which made Arianne sigh in desire and gyrate her ass against his groin, silently provoking him to saw his penis in her butt-crack with a hard rhythm. Arianne loved the friction on her seldom stimulated strip of skin. Then Bob seized her tits and plunged his face in-between, thoroughly enjoying having his face engulfed by the soft malleable flesh.
"Somebody who likes a lot of real friendly attention." Billy gripped his cock and moved it in between the furrow of her pussy lips, and continued the hard sawing rhythm he had set. Arianne seesawed her own hips to increase the stroking sensations across her slimy cunt slit. Bob mirrored their actions by sliding his cheeks back and forth across her tit channel, grazing the smooth skin with his stubby whiskers.
"Somebody who's always ready to get real familiar with her new family." Billy pushed his cock knob momentarily into her dripping hole, making her moan. He suddenly bent forward, causing a few inches of his hot stick to push into her, and then bit her earlobe, while Bob bit her nipples. Billy released her ear to whisper seductively, "There's only one person here who fits that picture. Guess who?" He paused tantalizingly. "The mare's named after you. Her name's Arianne."
His announcement caused tingles to run all over her body, her pussy walls to grasp his penis involuntarily and her orbs to swell even more into Bob's mouth. When Billy extracted his shaft from her and straightened again, she moaned in disappointment. He stroked her lower back soothingly, "Keep an eye on the horses, sweetie." He reached in between her legs from behind and found her flaming clit, which he began to flick with his finger. Arianne's legs trembled in reaction. Then Billy suddenly pinched her nub while Bob twisted her nipples, and then drawled, "That stallion will show you why he's called Nonstop." With that promise ringing in her ears, Arianne looked up at the two horses with a newfound regard. In her mind, she imagined herself to be the mare, except that she had two heated stallions wanting to mate with her, instead of just one. When the stallion nipped the mare's neck, Billy did the same to her vulnerable flesh, making her squeal in surprise. Billy chuckled appreciatively, "We've been hearing your piglet squeals all over the house, Arianne. Have you been doing a lot of exciting and naughty things?" He palmed the rounded globes of her ass. "Things like this?" Then Billy grabbed her ass cheeks apart and transferred his attention to her little hole. "Have you ever had it in the ass, sweetcakes?"
Arianne tossed her head in denial, but found the idea intriguing and rotated her hips in response, encouraging his fingers to lightly caress the puckered hollow. The unfamiliar touch made her shiver. "Would you like to have my finger in your little hot hole, sweetie pie? That would make you feel so good, sweetie." Billy had his middle finger poised at her rear entrance, tempting her with the possibilities. "C'mon, sweetie, grind that ass backwards. You'll love it, I promise."
Arianne followed his directions and found herself being stabbed with a finger that seemed like a small penis. Billy continued flicking her clit with his other hand while Bob continued mauling her breasts that increased the flow of her juices. "Oh sweetie, you're so tight down here. C'mon, sweetcakes, just a couple more inches." Arianne wriggled her behind and skewered her chute onto the mini-rod. "Oh yeah, you're squeezing my finger so hard, sweetie. How about we do this?"
Then Billy started thrusting and retreating his finger slowly. The whole barn would have rang with her scream if Bob hadn't swooped down and swallowed the sound into his throat as he hungrily ate her mouth. Arianne's insides were going haywire from the scorching sensations being generated from her butt-chute. The newfound feelings together with the clit flicking, the tit mauling and the ravenous kissing were making her body search restlessly for an orgasm.
"Look up, sweetcakes. Nonstop is about to start his marathon," Billy urged.
Reluctantly, Arianne tore her lips from Bob's, only to gape at the sight of the stallion's forelegs on the mare's flanks, and plunging his meaty and lengthy member into the willing mare. The sheer power of the stallion took her breath away. She watched intently as the mare placidly accepted the snorting stallion's penis, hardly moving as the relentless male horse pounded away. The entry of a knob in her vagina diverted her attention from the mesmerizing display, and caused her to breathe in sharply.
"Does that give you any ideas, Arianne?" Billy stayed still, letting her feel partially a chunk of his throbbing meat. Bob continued twisting her nipples as he watched eagerly whether she would let her desire be satisfied by his twin brother. Arianne couldn't help the low moan that escaped her. Billy teased her by letting another inch insert into her hungry pussy. "Wanna go for your own personal marathon?"
Arianne's blood was on fire, and she wanted desperately to be pounded exactly in the same way the mare was being pounded by the stallion. She threw caution to the wind and hissed to Billy, "Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me with your cock! And when you're done, I want Bob to fuck me! I want both of you to fuck me as long as that stallion fucks that mare! Be my own personal studs!"
Billy gave a whoop and wholeheartedly lunged his pole into her and began a furious pace that matched the stallion's. Bob stood up and she turned her head to watch him strip. Noticing her close scrutiny, Bob gave her a jaunty grin and slowed down the removal of his clothes. The sleek muscles covering his body made her heave a sigh longingly, wanting that velvety skin covering her all over. When he was down to his birthday suit, she grabbed his thick rod and moved her hand up and down the 8-inch length. Bob groaned in satisfaction as she increased her hand pace to go with the fucking that she and the mare were receiving.
As she watched her namesake, Arianne felt that all the horny females in the farm were lucky to have males on hand to satisfy their libido. While Billy fucked her, Bob inserted his hand in between their hips to insert his own finger into her rectum, continuing the interrupted finger fucking she was getting from his twin brother, while his other hand alternately mauled her full-sized breasts. The double attention she was getting from the twins and their coordinated efforts in pleasuring her heightened all her senses to their orchestrated actions. And the mere thought she had two perfect male specimens at her beck and call made her pussy tingle and her body quiver all over in delight.
"Sweetie pie, get ready to receive some cream!" Then Billy's hips began to thrust faster, and after that he grabbed her own hips firmly against his as his penis shuddered and jerked, spurting warm sticky cum inside her, making her clench her pussy walls around him, trying to milk his shaft for all its worth, and bringing her to her own satisfying climax. "Oh sweetcakes, I'm as snug as a bug in a rug! It makes me wanna stay in you forever!"
Bob immediately protested, "No way! Arianne said she wanted me too! Didn't you babe?"
Arianne couldn't help smiling. They sounded like two small boys fighting over a favorite toy. She suddenly remembered that the twins were the youngest in the family, both nineteen and apparently raring to go. She sighed happily, ecstatic that she was the recipient of their lusty attentions. She tried to appease both. "Why don't you come over here, Billy, and let me give you a hand job? I think it's only fair to share with Bob."
The twins hurriedly exchanged places, forgetting their little disagreement. As Arianne held Billy's cock, she marveled how nature made two physically identical specimens save for one instance; while the twins both had the same 8-inch length, their cocks' widths were totally different. Bob was gifted with a thick rod while Billy sported a slim dick. Its slenderness made Arianne shiver as an idea struck her. She remembered Billy's question earlier whether she has ever taken it in the ass. Actually, only digits have ever penetrated her rectum, and she has always wondered how it would feel to have a hard staff jabbing her behind.
Arianne fought the familiar piglet squeals that wanted to erupt from her throat from the forceful thrusting of Bob's pole, but she didn't want to spook the horses so she bit her lip; however, her tight control was sorely tested as Bob continued to ram into her. She settled for little grunts under her breath, "Uh, uh, uh..." Although she felt totally satisfied, she still wondered how she could plant her idea in Billy's head. "Billy, uh, what do, uh, you think, uh, if, uh, uh..."
Billy was totally concentrated on his cock and the pressure of her hand, so he haltingly ground out, "Argh... If what, argh, sweetie?"
"Maybe, uh, we can try, uh..." Then she gave up trying to be subtle and cried softly, "Fuck me in the ass, baby! Please!" Her heated plea had the effect of geysers of cum raining on her hair and back as Billy came, totally turned on by her request, while Bob found the idea so arousing that he erupted his cum deep inside her pussy. The twins quickly swapped places.
Billy grasped his cock and held it at her rear entrance, and then gave her one last chance to change her mind, but secretly fervently hoped she wouldn't, "Are you sure, sweetcakes?"
"Oh yes, baby, fuck me in the ass!" Billy parted her ass cheeks apart and gazed hungrily at the puckering pinkish-brown hole. He gradually introduced her chute to his eager rod, watching heatedly as his shaft disappeared in her tube. Arianne spread her legs wider apart to accommodate him. Billy growled at the sexy picture she made and praised her, "Oh sweetie, you're squeezing me so tight! I'm gonna sink every inch inside you, sweetie pie!" With that, he determinedly pushed forward relentlessly until he was fully embedded in her dark cavern. Both of them moaned at the feeling of her blistering furnace crammed with so much meat.
Then Billy began a deliberate pace that allowed her to adjust to the new sensations and allowed her channel to enlarge to allow his member easier entry. When she began to meet his thrusts with a backward movement of her hips, he increased the pace until both of them were slamming their joined bodies together, creating ripples in their flesh from their forceful ass fucking. Before long, Arianne was shaking from multiple earth-shattering orgasms as Billy continued to ram her repeatedly in the ass, before succumbing to his own release.
Billy had barely enough time to plop out of her ass before Bob was once again cramming his cock into her vagina. Arianne began to believe their promise of a personal marathon. She lost track of time as the twins alternated, plunging into their favorite passage, Billy in her ass and Bob in her pussy. When she tried to make them exchange, Billy reminded her that it wouldn't be hygienic to do so. Touched by their concern, she completely gave in to her selfish desires and focused on all the stimuli bombarding her senses.
Her eyes welcomed the spectacle of Nonstop fucking her namesake tirelessly, proving that he was aptly named, while her nether regions were fully occupied by the twins' lusty appetites. She must have come at least more than a dozen times already, but the twins didn't show any signs of flagging erections. Although the prospect of unending climaxes was appealing, Arianne didn't think she could bear the pleasure any longer either. She was confused by her conflicting emotions.
Arianne gladly welcomed the diversion of another voice, narrowing her eyes to peer into the shadows. "Ma'am, may I join in, or is this a party of three?" A hulking figure of a man stepped forward to reveal a naked Chuck, another of her brothers-in-law, sporting an enormous 14-inch erection.
Chuck had been on his way out of the barn when he heard some scuffling sounds and went to investigate, only to discover the preoccupied naked trio. Their blatant display immediately hardened his steel pipe, and after swiftly undressing, he waited patiently for an opportunity to join them while stroking his hard on. When he saw that his sister-in-law seemed almost on the verge of a pleasurable sensory collapse, he stepped in to bring things to an intense conclusion.
Arianne was unaware of his intentions and was just feverishly thinking, 'If I get that cock in my pussy, I'll be in cum heaven.' Aloud, she cried, "Oh Chuck, baby, I need you!"
"Whatever you need, ma'am, I'll be more than happy to help you with."
"Fuck me with your big cock! Fill me up with your huge cock and make me cum again and again! Hurry, stud!" Arianne was almost incoherent from her lust.
The twins grinned at each other as they gave way to their eldest sibling, and Chuck silently approached the aroused writhing woman. Chuck grasped her hips firmly and aligned his cock with her pussy. He was painstakingly slow as he pushed his gigantic girth into her clutching tunnel, heightening the sensations in her receptive opening, his progress aided by the previous semen deposits left by the twins, particularly Bob's. Arianne bit her lip hard to prevent the scream that was demanding to be released. Seeing her predicament, Bob enthusiastically gobbled her lips while Billy paid homage to her immense breasts.
Arianne gasped at the enormous heat piercing her pussy. She felt that her insides were being seared by a branding iron as his cock entered her inch by incredible inch. Whenever she thought he would stop already, he still kept going at it. She had a bizarre vision of him coming all the way out of her mouth. Amazingly, before she knew it, she felt his crotch grinding against her ass. She had finally taken in Chuck's whole 14-inch length! The countless bouts of fucking she enjoyed with the twins have apparently readied her pussy for the mammoth cock. She felt her juices streaming wetly down her legs, intermingling with the twins' own cum. She loved its cooling effect, a fantastic contrast to the scorching temperature in her pussy.
A beefy hand caressed her lower back soothingly, while Chuck slowly extracted himself from her warm depths till only the tip remained, before slowly making its trip back into her constricting grip. Arianne couldn't help rotating her hips to make sure his exciting irregular textures touched every surface of her vagina.
Chuck let her take her pleasure from his fuck muscle, but when she began to make jerky motions to impale herself on his gigantic pole, he took over by clamping onto her hips and setting a breathtaking tempo that had her screaming her piglet squeals down Bob's throat, while Billy frantically slurped her pendulous breasts. Arianne had to claw her fingers into the bales of hay in front of her for balance as her body swung back and forth from Chuck's powerful thrusts. She felt totally feminine as his strength and driving force complemented her supple and yielding form.
Arianne thought she was going out of her mind. Being the focal point of so much sexual attention was making her crazy. Although she was reveling in a small series of spasms that left her shuddering gratifyingly, she wanted to hit the highest point real soon. She started slamming her buttocks more vigorously against his groin, making Chuck growl, causing her to pause instinctively from the intimidating sound. But the giant man just gripped her hips tighter and yanked her towards him even more rapidly, shaking her smaller form like a tiny doll, fully giving in to the rhythm beating in his arteries, a thundering tempo that was demanding him to stab his sword again and again in her clasping sheath.
Arianne didn't have any breath left to make any sound. The twins slowly stood from their kneeling positions to flank them on each side, watching their fucking with awe, and transferred their manual ministrations to their own straining dicks, wanking their meat furiously as they ogled the sight of their huge brother hunched over the petite figure of their diminutive sister-in-law, his colossal pole reappearing and amazingly disappearing into her bent over form. Chuck's paws searched for and found her breasts as he humped her to ecstasy while wringing her fleshy globes.
Arianne was struggling to contain all the emotions and sensations running through her, but the intensity was causing her to feel light-headed and woozy. She strained to reach the pinnacle in order to release the tension that was gripping her muscles all the way to her very bones. She rasped, "Harder, Chuck! Please fuck me harder! Oh please, stud!"
Chuck unbelievably stepped up the tempo, his shaft pounding her so swiftly it was a blur. Arianne's mouth gaped open in a wordless cry as her climax jerked her body all over with its intensity. Bucking uncontrollably, she didn't even feel the biting teeth that clamped onto her vulnerable neck, nor Chuck's muffled familiar wolf howl, as she sank thankfully into the welcoming darkness. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to orient herself. She realized that she was in her own bedroom, and what woke her up was the hammering on her door. She grudgingly struggled to reach the door, flinging it open to reveal her roguish brother-in-law, Wes, who greeted her with a winsome smile and said, "Oowee! Good mornin' darlin'! Such a beautiful mornin' should be spent on the back of a horse, with a gorgeous birthday girl right in front of him. So wat'dya say sweetheart? Care to go with me?"
Arianne found that charming grin irresistible, totally won over by the fact that he remembered her birthday. She hadn't mentioned it to anybody, embarrassed that it might make her new family think that they have to celebrate or something. "I'll be right with you. Just let me get changed."
"Alright sweetheart. I'll be right here, outside your door, impatiently waiting until you come back out." He added hopefully, "Unless you need help with a zipper or something." Arianne giggled and pulled him into her bedroom. Wes glanced around until his gaze settled on her closet doors. "Is it okay if I look through your stuff while you take a shower?"
Raising her eyebrows at the unusual request, she nevertheless nodded and sped off into the bathroom. When she reentered the room in a bathrobe, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on top of the bed. "Pretty please darlin', can you wear them for me?" She dubiously examined his choices. Although it was warm outside, most of the garments that he'd picked out were pretty skimpy for a horse ride.
It consisted of a white leather vest that zipped up right in front, more appropriate for a night out of bar hopping. The tan leather skirt was a short flared number that ended right below her crotch that she had bought on a whim but never intended to wear in public. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she got on top of a horse with it. Wes' choice of underwear was a white leather thong-style pair of panties that would definitely leave her ass bare and her pussy in danger of exposure. The only thing that seemed right was the tone colored mid-calf cowboy boots! "Uhm... Wes, sweetie, uhm..."
"Don't worry about a thing, darlin'. Wes here has taken care of everything. You'll be pretty comfy 'coz we're riding tandem, sweetheart. I'll also bring a blanket along just in case it gets a bit nippy out there." Wes dramatically clasped his hands over his heart. "Please don't deny me the pleasure of gazing upon your charms, sweetheart. My heart will surely wither away." The teasing glitter in his eyes melted away any practical protests she might have. She grabbed the clothes and went to get dressed before she could change her mind.
When she saw the horse waiting patiently for them outside, Arianne burst out laughing. Wes had festooned the horse with leaves and flowers, and when the horse neighed in welcome, she even heard the tinkling of bells as it flicked its head side to side. Wes playfully bowed with a flourish and announced in a hilarious British accent, "Your horse awaits, m'lady." He grasped her waist and easily lifted her 5-foot frame on top of the saddle, before flinging himself right behind her.
Arianne looked down and was a bit dismayed to see that she had inadvertently bared almost all of her soft creamy thighs with her astride position and miniscule skirt, but the feeling of the horse's short hair tickling her inner thighs sidetracked her. And when Wes urged the horse into a slow stride, her pussy shivered in delight from the pressure it received from the hard saddle under her. Before she knew it, her pussy walls started leaking a lot of love juice. Arianne tried to clamp down on her reactions, embarrassed that Wes might notice.
As they cantered towards the pathways, Wes said, "Oh darlin', before I forget, the others wanted to greet you happy birthday but they had to leave real early to do some errands." Then he nibbled on her ear before whispering, "Besides, you got up real late. If I hadn't knocked on your door, you might have slept your way through until noon, sweetheart. Oowee! Whatever were you doing yesterday to make you so tired?"
Arianne's cheeks turned a pinkish hue as she remembered her afternoon adventure in the barn. When she had been in the bathroom, she realized that the twins and Chuck had thoughtfully bathed her thoroughly, as well as put her in her favorite dressing gown, before laying her down on her own bed where she found herself this morning. Of course she was just guessing because she couldn't remember anything from the moment she fainted from her extreme climax to the moment Wes' knocking woke her up.
What she didn't know was the that Kurt caught the trio when they were carrying her in, and as soon as she was cleaned up and he had made sure that she was really all right, Kurt had given his sons a tongue-lashing they hadn't experienced since they were young boys and had decided to experiment with fire and horses. She also didn't remember the regular checks the men made through the night to make sure she was okay.
And that's why Wes got assigned to her today, because Kurt's punishment for the three was to keep them away from Arianne. Just a short period of course, and as a result their cocks were already complaining from the separation.
As the bells merrily tinkled, Wes began to whistle a tune that sounded suspiciously like the famous classic 'Sleigh Ride'. She teased him, "Isn't it a little bit early for Christmas songs?"
He cheerfully replied, "Not when it's my favorite time of the year, darlin'. I try to celebrate it every day with those oh so merry Christmas songs, even when it's summer." And then he continued whistling the jovial tune.
Since they were riding tandem, it brought his hips against her buttocks regularly. The rhythmic motion brought her attention to the fact that a hardening pole was poking her. Arianne tried to ignore it but the thought that there were only a few layers of clothing between them caused her to squirm in the saddle, while a telltale gush of wetness escaped her depths.
However, she wasn't sure if her pussy was ready for more action after yesterday's escapade. So casually, she tried to lean forward to lessen the contact, but Wes took advantage of her new position to work her leather skirt loose from under her butt cheeks. Aghast, she straightened up immediately, only to find that Wes had released his rod and had flipped up the back of her skirt, and since she was just wearing thong panties, it brought his penis in direct contact with her velvety skin.
Immediately, the hard touch of his throbbing meat made her forget any anxiety she might have had regarding her vagina's ability to recover from the vigorous fucking she experienced yesterday. She let her body sway with the horse's cadenced walk, which made Wes' pipe scrape deliciously against her, sometimes even accidentally inserting in her butt cleft. Instead of moving away, Arianne tried to increase the pressure on her tingling flesh by leaning back into Wes.
Suddenly, Wes stopped whistling, and cheerfully sang in a clear baritone, "Just hear those horse bells jingling, ring, ling, ling, a little tune-" Arianne's brain barely registered the fact that he was singing 'Sleigh Ride" and just changing some of the lyrics before she got distracted by his actions.
In time with his singing, his hands industriously pulled up her skirt in front, and then inserted it into her waistband so that her white leather thong panties and mound were clearly displayed. Now it's like she wasn't wearing any skirt at all since both the front and back sections were flipped up.
"C'mon, it's lovely weather for a horse ride together with you-" This time he slid the leather vest's front zipper down to uncover her 36DD breasts. Instantly, her nipples tautened from being bared to the stirring breeze, and his fingers immediately started pulling on the hardened tips, plucking them away from her chest before letting them snap back into place.
Arianne had to stop the moans that immediately rose from her throat, scared that it might spook the horse. Instead, she clutched his forearms and arched her back to place her orbs even further into his manipulating hands. Wes drawled in her ear, "Do you know what I like about horse rides so much, sweetheart?" Arianne could only whimper as his fingers continued teasing her tits. "Well, darlin', since you're a city girl, I bet you didn't know that you could get all kinds of rides on top of a horse. Wanna know some of them? You'll love them, sweetheart."
Arianne wasn't interested in horse rides, what her pussy wanted was to ride his cock. "Oh Wes, fuck me baby! My pussy's burning hot!"
"Oowee! I just love your enthusiasm, sweetheart. Let Wes take care of that fiery pussy for you!" Wes slipped the thong panties aside and lifted her until she was hovering directly on top of his prick. Arianne looked down and quivered at the sight of his 10-inch rod sticking straight up into the air, ready to pierce her deeply.
He slowly lowered her, letting his knob slice her pussy slit, and then continued the snail's pace of releasing her weight until she finally felt the sinewy surface of his powerful legs. Wes was now buried to the hilt. Arianne threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, while her feet entwined with his calves to maintain her balance. At once, she rotated her hips in order to feel him chafing against her pussy walls.
Wes whispered roughly in her ear, "Ready for your special horse ride, darlin'?" Arianne was too busy appreciating his cock to answer him. Wes chuckled at her single-mindedness, and unbelievably resumed singing, "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap, let's go, let's go with the flow-" And then he pressed his heels into the horse's sides, which made it move in a canter, a teeth-jarring rhythm that made Arianne's eyes open wide in shock, because every time the horse's hoofs landed, Wes' cock would jam into her so hard that her body would bounce off the saddle.
"Uff, uff..." Arianne's breath was being cut off with every ramming of his pole. She couldn't believe how the simple act of changing the horse's pace could cause such mind-blowing results. Since the rhythm was a vigorous clip-clop, Arianne felt like a puppet because his shaft was pounding into her at twice the normal speed, making her jerk all over uncontrollably. Her pussy went spastic with the unfamiliar yet electrifying stimulation, but she adored every hard jab and stab, and her pussy walls attempted to clasp his poking member every time it pounded into her.
Although all they needed to do was to make sure they held on and didn't fall off the horse, her thighs still quivered with the strain of gripping the horse's sides to keep from slipping off. However, there was hardly any need for pelvic efforts since the horse's actions naturally banged their hips together in sync with its descent.
By now, they were both totally under the control of the horse's rhythm, even Wes. He was gripping her hips tightly as he groaned softly in her ear from the outrageous sensations enfolding his cock, from the way her pussy walls clutched his dick as he rammed into her with short but hard thrusts, to the clinging slippery surface of her cunt. He fully surrendered his body to his horse's rhythm, his hips wildly bucking into her twat, when Arianne cried, "Oh Wes, this is so wild, baby! I love it!"
Wes lightly nipped her neck in a pleased response, but decided to continue teasing her with his off-the-wall singing and a change of pace. "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap it's great with my cock in you-" Arianne didn't know whether to laugh or bash him on the head. She settled on enjoying herself with the pounding rapid pace, but her plan was wrecked into havoc when Wes kicked his horse into a gallop.
Arianne felt like screaming in frustration as the change totally transformed the rhythm of his fucking. Instead of continuous hammering, now she had to wait for what seemed an interminable period, which was actually just a couple of seconds, before his cock pierced her. She clawed her fingers into his thighs in retaliation for this brand new torture.
Wes chuckled, "Oowee, darlin', you're turnin' into a hellcat. Don't you know I just love hellcats with a cock-hugging pussy?" Arianne clenched said pussy in a harsh grip that made him bow his back, hoping to make him lose control and ram her pussy hard and fast. But he recovered quickly and refused to take the bait. Instead, he laughingly sang, "Your pussy's tight and cozy, and fiery spicy to boot-"
Arianne felt like banging her fists on his chest and demanding for the kind of furious fucking that she wanted. But then she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming, as Wes added an up thrust slamming of his hips every time the horse landed on the harsh ground, amplifying the reverberations in her over-stimulated love box.
She began to babble incoherently and slumped her twitching body backwards against him, totally overcome by the sensations roaring through her. Her juices were streaming in torrents and flowed down her thighs. She grabbed his thighs as she came repeatedly, her pussy walls madly contracting in a paroxysm of spasms while the horse ate up the vast plain with its long legs. And she continued coming as Wes sustained the hard pace he had set, reining in his own urge to just mindlessly batter his meat into her pussy.
Instead, he guarded his thrusts by clutching her hips to control the tempo of their shoving hips, supplementing the natural lifting of her hips with a raise of his hefty grip as the horse flew through the air, and escalating the force of gravity's effect by pulling her hips savagely down towards his up thrust cock when the horse landed. The effect was to release his cock almost to the tip before her pussy walls enfolded it again, thereby increasing her craving for his cock, and his for her cunt.
Wes gritted his teeth to keep from shouting at the pleasurable agony. He just loved the way her pussy pulled and clutched at his meat, hungering for it as if it never wanted to let go. Under the wide-open skies, he acknowledged the fact that he worshipped Arianne's voluptuous body, and he even fervently thanked God for blessing his family by sending lusty Arianne to his equally lusty family. It was surely a match made in heaven. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he gushed geysers of cum cream into her greedy vagina, which continued to milk him dry even as he slowed down the horse.
When he gently pulled on the reins, Arianne thankfully thought she was going to get a break from the mind-numbing climaxes she was experiencing, but Wes had other plans. He urged the horse up a steep slope. Arianne looked up and was horrified to see that they were navigating what looked like a seldom-used path with loose pebbles littering the dirt. She had horrific visions of the horse slipping and crushing them as they rolled down the small rise. For the moment, her fear swamped her sexual desires. She protested in a wail, "Wes-"
Wes soothed her, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Would I let anything happen to you? Now scoot forward and throw your weight towards the front." When she didn't move, he firmly insisted, "Go on, darlin'. You'll love it."
Arianne thought about it and realized she had indeed loved everything they've ever done so far, so she decided to trust him again. She followed his directions until she was firmly gripping the protruding front part of the saddle, the pommel, holding it so tightly her knuckles turned white. Wes leaned on her back, throwing both of them forward and even further towards the angled incline. She gasped as his prick also angled and crazily caused tingling warmth in her pussy.
And if she had been thinking more clearly, she would have been even more astounded to realize that through all these, Wes had always regained his hard on almost immediately after each climax and had never freed himself from the intimate embrace of her vagina.
As they rode through the difficult path, Arianne's heart thumped in her chest as fear held her in its grip. However, Wes had to bite her neck from groaning out loud, because every terrified catch of her breath caused a blissful tightening of her pussy walls. He guiltily felt like a fiend, but that didn't stop him from making sure to direct the horse towards every part of the path that might cause her to be frightened, for he had a mad need to experience every powerful blood-constricting contraction of her cunt, even if it was sometimes to the point of pain. Wes simply didn't care as long as his dick received every pleasurable stimuli possible.
After a while, Arianne soon determined they were in no real immediate danger of dying, so she began to focus on her other senses as well, and immediately realized that the hard leather pommel was pressing directly onto her pulsating clit, making her gasp as electric tingles shot from her nether regions to every part of her body, making her understand why Wes wanted her to lean forward in the saddle.
As they struggled up the slope, the horse rocked side to side as the horse tried to maintain its balance, consequently squashing the pommel against her love nub and making Wes' stiff shaft rub against her pussy walls, increasing the gratifying agony for both of them. So she fully yielded to the rocking movement and was rewarded with a scraping cock moving within her in very unexpected ways.
Arianne squealed softly as the exquisite torment continued, yet her existing fear was intermingling with her need for satisfaction. Her newfound emotions grappled within her, but also astonished her with its surprising effect of increasing her sexual desires. Sensing her confusion, Wes decided to add a pinch of unexpected pain to the mix of fear and sexual desire. During unpredictable moments, he would twist her nipples, bite her neck or shoulder, pinch her love nub, or suddenly land his full weight on her back to force her clit hard against the pommel.
Arianne tossed her head wildly as Wes hit her pleasure spots from out of the blue, and in bewildering ways that increased the hurting but pleasurable pain. She was going crazy from the barrage of sensations assaulting her flesh. Her body thrashed and bucked wildly, straining to reach the release from the tension that coiled every muscle in her body.
Wes watched in awe as she managed the unimaginable stunt of screwing herself on his pole while maintaining her balance on top of the struggling horse, her body a study in desire as it writhed together with the animal's attempts to physically reach the summit, a goal all three were trying to achieve, literally and figuratively.
Arianne's savage need to climax completely took over her every thought and action, and despite the precarious circumstances, she managed to raise her hips then slam herself down onto his stiff shaft repeatedly, grabbing the pommel for stability and using her inner thigh muscles to grip the horse's sides. She was in a maelstrom of primitive desire as her cunt walls seized his cock with relish, her sticky sap coated his stick, and her breath was released in loud exhalations that rivaled with the horse's snorting.
Finally, she reached her goal, and her back arched as her hips instinctively pumped against his to wring out every conceivable sensation from her climax. Her orgasms were now rolling one after the other that she barely noticed when Wes roared out his own release the same time the horse reached the top, a plateau that bordered the farm.
Arianne was feeling quite satiated and amazed at what just happened. Her pussy had been crammed full to overflowing with cock meat without end, had been incredibly hammered by a cock with the help of a horse's stride, and had enjoyed a lengthy and prolonged orgasm. The experience had been heightened by the wide sweeping spaces, generating a feeling of freedom from doing something so private out in the open, coupled with the forbidden thrill of fucking her brother-in-law where they could be spied on by anybody.
She absently noted that out of all the decorations Wes had covered his horse with earlier, the only ones that remained were the tiny bells tied to its reins, which she could hear gently tinkling now instead of frantically clanging like they did awhile ago, but the flowers and leaves décor have totally disappeared from the force of their vigorous ride.
Still in a daze from the powerful experience, her brain barely managed to sort out the fact that Wes had managed to disentangle their joined bodies, and had turned her so that she was straddling and facing him. But the feel of his lips against her neck and his cock sawing her pussy groove had her squirming and swiftly moving back to reality.
She tossed her head and let the breezes play with her hair and cool her ardor. She languidly hooked her legs behind him, and breathlessly said, "Wes, honey, since I've successfully completed your special horse ride, does that qualify me as a country girl now?"
Wes looked up from his concentrated task of creating love bites along her neck and gave her a wicked grin, "Oowee, whoever said we were finished, darlin'?" Then he gently inserted his penis back into her slot.
Arianne sighed in contentment. Despite their long-drawn-out bout of fucking, she was happy to note that Wes was still hard and rigid. But this time, their fucking was slow and unhurried, just a gentle grinding of their hips together while the horse strode with a placid gait.
Her reverie was cut short by Wes singing softly in her ear, "We're snuggled up together, like two horses matin' in a barn-"
Now Arianne knew for sure that Wes was aware of her escapade with the twins, and in a bit of fun and revenge, she clasped his neck tightly so that her ample mounds mashed against his chest, planning to make him moan in need and then leaning back as far as she could to refuse further contact. But her move backfired on her as he tore his shirt apart, which brought her sensitive nipples in direct contact with his bare skin, making them both moan.
She immediately dumped any plans of retreating. Instead, she massaged her inflamed nipples even harder on his supple firm flesh, and then murmured pleadingly, "Make me cum, baby! Please make me cum!"
Wes complied with her request and brought his huge palms under her butt, and lifted her up and down on his solid stiff shaft, while opening his mouth wide to suckle on her bobbing breasts. Arianne clasped his head to her chest as his soothing thumping brought her to a sweet satisfying climax that gently rippled through her. However, Wes' next sung lyrics brought her up short. "There's a birthday party at Farmer Kurt's; it will be the perfect ending of a perfect day-"
She looked behind her shoulder, and was horrified to find that they were almost at the farm, and worse of all, she could make out her other in-laws milling about fixing decorations and adding bowls to a table already heaping with food, presumably in preparation for a celebration. She didn't dare to think what they would assume if they saw her half-naked with her legs hugging Wes' hips, his shirt and pants undone while atop a horse. The truth most probably, that she had been getting a special horse ride.
She scrambled to zip up her vest and bring down her skirt. Wes chuckled as she tried to stamp out any evidence of any naughty goings-on. Arianne glared at him in exasperation and finally did what she wanted to do earlier, hit him hard on his chest with her fists, which apparently did not hurt him at all since it just made him laugh harder. Arianne made annoyed noises under her breath, and then tried to figure out how to face front again while the horse was still moving, but she was stumped.
Taking pity on her predicament, Wes grabbed her by the waist and spun her easily to face the right direction. By the time they reached the yard, she had managed to repair most of her clothing and hair with a bit of Wes' help. What she didn't know was that her attempts were totally useless, because her total mien had that freshly fucked look that each and every one of her in-laws knew all too well.
They figured what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, so they didn't bother to tease her. Besides, they hoped that Arianne would be making this a very special and memorable celebration to be shared by the whole family. So instead, all of them chorused, "Surprise! Happy birthday!"