The Girls
Chapter 13—Carly: Animal Instincts
Carly woke early, at the crack of dawn. She hadn’t slept well last night—after using her dog Alistair as a sex aid, she’d tossed and turned all night, as horny as could be. Even as she awoke, her first thought was “Is that a cock?”
It was indeed a cock, but not the type Carly hoped for. It was the rooster, crowing as the sun came up, and reminding her that she had to get up and do all her chores. Yawning, Carly tossed on her “work” overalls—she had two sets of clothing, the trendy type which she wore to school, and her work clothes which got dirty as she did her chores around the farm.
Carly’s parents owned a wheat farm, but as with any farm, they owned a few stables full of animals as well. There were cows, chickens, a few dogs like Alistair, and Carly’s personal favourite, the horses. Carly rode horses in all the showjumping competitions that the community had, and more often than not, won. It was her responsibility to take care of all the horses, and that was what she was doing now.
An hour and a half later, all the horses were fed, cleaned, and ready for the day ahead. Carly had about an hour to kill before she had to start getting ready for school, and traditionally she used this time to ride the horses. Today, however, her heart wasn’t in it. She considered going back inside and “practising” sex with Alistair some more, but knew that any minute her parents would be going back inside to have breakfast, and she didn’t want to risk being caught.
So today she was sitting there patting her favourite horse, and talking to it about the troubles she’d been having at school lately.
“...so then Kerin said that laziness was a sign of the devil, and of course Natasha chimed in. I mean, God, like they’ve ever done a decent day’s work in their life.”
She trailed off. Her mind wasn’t really in the current bitching’s of her group, and she knew that if she wanted to talk about it, any number of the girls she sat with would be interested in a good gossip session. Instead, her mind drifted to sex. She wondered how big the average penis size was. Alistair’s had been about8 inches, but he was a dog about half the size of a man. Did that mean that a man’s penis would be about 16 inches? Perhaps her practise on Alistair hadn’t been nearly enough, and if she ever needed to give a blowjob, she’d end up embarrassed, and the subject of ridicule for years to come.
Carly’s cheeks went red at just the idea. She couldn’t risk that happening! She had to find an animal with a bigger penis, a larger cock to practise on. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she glanced down at the horse she was gossiping to. Marcus, his name was, her very own horse, and the one she had won the most medals with. She wondered if a horse’s penis would be the same size as a man’s.
Using the logic she’d used a few minutes ago, she knew that it would probably be far bigger. But perhaps if she practised on something bigger, then when she got to the real thing, she’d be so good that they’d consider her an expert. She’d seen horse’s penises erect before, but she’d been so embarrassed that she’d looked away immediately, and thus couldn’t remember what size they were.
Carly knelt down on the dirty stable floor. There it was, hanging freely between Marcus’s legs. Soft, it was almost as big as Alistair’s had been erect, which Carly considered to be quite a good sign. Carly made sure that Marcus was calm, and unlikely to trample her, then knelt back down, and gently reached out her hand to touch it.
It felt a lot like Alistair’s cock had felt last night, rubbery to the touch. Trying to remember what she’d done last time, Carly enveloped it with her hand, and slowly began to stroke it. It was warm in her hand, and almost relaxing, slowly stroking the horse’s large cock with her tiny, cold hand. Marcus made a slight noise, but Carly could tell he wasn’t annoyed, just a bit surprised, and maybe slightly tense.
“Well,” thought Carly, “I’ll soon get rid of that tension.", and increased the speed of her rubbing slightly. She watched as the large horse cock inflated like a balloon, getting to about 18 to 20 inches. To Carly’s surpise, it was much thinner than she expected, but she hoped that this would just make it easier to deal with. Carly didn’t want her parents knowing what she was doing, so rather than get her overalls too dirty, she quickly took them off (along with her underclothes) and, stark naked, knelt underneath her favourite showhorse.
She wasn’t entirely sure how she was going to manage this, so rather than just trying to swallow it, Carly started by licking her master’s—Marcus’s, she quickly corrected herself—cock, up and down a few times. Like Alistair’s before, she loved the taste of the salty hole at the end, so she spent quite a few minutes licking up the dick to get to the salty treat at the end. Holding the horse’s large member with one hand, her other was between her legs, fiddling away as if she’d been doing it all her life.
Eventually, Carly decided that it was time to try this. She carefully positioned herself at the end of Marcus’s cock, and slid the head into her mouth. The head alone almost caused her cheeks to bulge, but she knew that if she tried hard enough, she could get the entire thing into her. Lubricating the head by licking around it, she savoured the taste and feeling of the cock in her mouth. It was a good thing, she reflected, that she’d taken her panties off, because otherwise she would definitely have had to change them before school. She was gushing juices at this point, and her hand was soaking wet.
Carly tried to slip a few more inches into her mouth, but she’d gotten no more than 3 in before she hit a barrier of some kind. She paused, and contented herself (and Marcus) by moving her mouth back and forth over those 3 or 4 inches, sucking and using her tongue like a pro. Marcus was starting to get a bit restless, so she tried again, slightly slower this time. When she reached 3 inches, she was glad to find no barrier, and continued sucking. Carly managed to reach 9 inches, an inch more than she had managed with Alistair, but couldn’t work out how to go any further.
Annoyed, (she didn’t want to be known as “that girl who couldn’t give good head”) she decided that if she couldn’t take more than 9 inches with her mouth, she’d have to find some other way to content her master. Her man! Some other way to content her man. But Carly’s parents had raised her never to leave a job half-done, so Carly went back to the blowjob with gusto. After a few minutes, Carly was taking 9 inches with ease, not having to slowly inch it down as she’d had to the first time.
The feeling of a horse’s cock in her mouth was so...educational. She used the opportunity to work out what she could do with the 10 or so inches which weren’t making it in, and though she reluctantly had to drag her hand away from her own aching pussy, she used her juices as lubrication, and jerked off the horse as she blew him.
Without her hand there to stem the tide, Carly’s wet cunt was gushing pussy-juices, and getting hotter and hotter. Carly had just managed to take 12 whole inches of horse cock into her mouth and throat when the horse started cumming, pumping directly into her stomach. Carly quickly tried to withdraw her mouth enough that she could taste the cum before she swallowed it, but slipped and fell backwards. Marcus was still pumping semen, but now it was going all over her body. (she thanked her lucky stars that she had thought to take her outfit off first).
Lying on her back in the dirt, with horse cum covering her body, Carly forgot who she was or what she was doing, and just started smearing the cum all over herself. Covering her breasts, she tweaked her nipples before using both hands to smear the sticky substance all over her wet cunny. As soon as the cum touched her pussy, she found herself cumming, thrusting upwards against an imaginary cock, and trying to get as much sweet, beautiful horse sperm into herself as she could. After thirty seconds, Carly returned back to herself, blinked twice, and stood up. Horse cum dripped off her wet, beautiful body, and she patted Marcus on the nose.
“Good boy, Marcus, good boy.”
Cleaning herself off consisted of eating as much of the horse’s delicious, salty cum as she could, hosing herself down, and getting back into her overalls. Carly went back inside, but paused to admiringly stare at her master—Marcus, at her Marcus! and reflect on how much she’d learnt this morning, before returning inside.
When Carly’s parents asked what she wanted for breakfast, she just grinned, and replied that she’d had a more than large enough feed already.