Cicciolina and the horse cock

Cicciolina was startled when she realized that the
horse she was riding was getting a hard-on.

Then she was thrilled.

She was riding bareback, and the thought that it must
have been the rubbing of her hot crotch on his back
which excited the horse was the sort of thing that
thrilled the woman. Cicciolina was a sexy woman who had
often given men hard-ons, but this, as far as she knew,
was the first time that she had ever excited an animal.

She looked ahead to where her guide was riding, leading
the way. When she saw that he was looking straight
ahead, she grinned and leaned sideways, staring down
under the animal’s loins.

His huge prick looped out in a fat prod.

The big, dark-fleshed cockhead was just starting to push
out from the foreskin and his balls were big as melons.

Cicciolina was getting turned on, herself.

She looked ahead again.

The young man who was guiding her along the forest trail
was paying her no attention and had obviously not
realized that her mount was sporting a stiffening prick.

Cicciolina folded her legs in around the horse’s flanks.

He was a sturdy horse, but not overly large, and she was
able to touch both booted heels against the animal’s
cock. Her well-muscled thighs gripped the horse around
the flanks, tightening and relaxing as if she were
lasting at a trot. She began to rub her heels up and
down the animal’s huge, swollen prick.

It got bigger and bigger.

The head flared out in a great, mushroom-shaped slab of
dark-gray cockmeat, throbbing. Cicciolina could feel his
prick pulsating between her heels. The woman wished that
she were barefoot so that she could caress that lovely
cock with her naked feet and calves.

The woman kept leaning down to gaze under the horse,
then quickly looking ahead to make sure that the horse’s
condition and, more to the point, her own involvement
and interest in that condition had not been noticed.

Cicciolina would have been mortified if the young man had
noticed what she was doing.

She felt a bit embarrassed by it, herself.

Yet that massive hunk of horsemeat was so thrilling that
she wasn’t worried about a silly thing like being
embarrassed… as long as no one else knew about it.

The guide did not look back.

He was leading them along a narrow trail with trees on
one side and a shalestone incline on the other,
carefully picking his way around and under overhanging
branches, concentrating on the path.

Cicciolina massaged the horse’s cock some more.

She began to wonder if she would be able to make the
horse come like that, between her feet.

The instant that the possibility occurred to her, she
felt an unholy urge to jack the beast, knowing what a
thrill it would be to see his cum spurt out and know she
had caused it. But she was nervous. What if the young
man happened to look back just at the critical moment,
when the horse was spurting his wad?

She looked ahead again.

Cicciolina was flushed with lust and blushing with
embarrassment because of that lust.

The young man, although she did not know it, was
blushing, too.

He was a teenager, tall and lean, dressed in jeans and a
plaid work shirt, boots and a Stetson. His name was
Jake. He was blushing because he thought… and hoped…
that there was a chance that sexy Cicciolina
intended to seduce him.

Such things had happened to Jake before.

He worked on the dude ranch and, quite often, the women
who took their vacations there were horny, and a few of
them had seduced young Jake at the end of the trail.

In his tight Jeans, with his crotch-bulge evident, Jake
was the sort who appealed to horny women of all ages.

But no one as gorgeous as Cicciolina had ever stayed at the
ranch before, and her very beauty made the boy nervous.

That was why he was not looking back.

In fact, it had been Cicciolina’s intention to seduce Jake.

This was her first day at the ranch. Right away, she had
seen the way his cock bulged in his tight jeans and
figured that she would make a play for him as soon as
they stopped in some lovely and romantic spot along the
trail.

Cicciolina was a married woman and not particularly
promiscuous, but she had come on this vacation without
her husband and it was the sort of occasion when even a
faithful wife was entitled to slip up, she figured. She
had been thinking about seducing young Jake as she rode
along bareback, and she had been getting hot.

She thought that maybe she would blow him first.

Cicciolina liked lean, young men, and the thought of driving
them wild with her tongue, hearing them whimper as she
took their jism in her mouth, was inspirational.

Then, if he was as potent as he looked, she would let
him fuck her as long and as hard as he wanted.

That had been her intention.

And perhaps it had been her sexual arousal that had
inspired the horse to get an erection.

But now Cicciolina found herself far more intrigued with the
horse than with Jake.

Cicciolina was a tall, willowy woman, with long, long legs.
Those legs were wrapped firmly around the horse as she
continued to stroke his prick between her heels.

She had an ass shaped like a valentine, and that ass was
rubbing steadily on the animal’s back as she worked her
foaming crotch around on heated animal flesh.

The horse was slightly lathered.

Her cunt was lathered a lot more.

Cicciolina’s tits were large and firm and thrusting and, at
the moment, her nipples stood out stiff and trembling
against her shirt, swollen so much they seemed ready to
explode.

She looked down again.

Her curly auburn hair cascaded over her cheek as she
leaned far down over the horse’s back and gazed at his
cock. Her green eyes flared, hot as molten jade,
thrilled by the sight. Her wide, full lips parted,
panting, and the pink tip of her tongue slid across her
mouth.

By this time, the horse’s prick was hard as a rock and
so taut that it was throbbing between her boots like a
captive snake. She knew that it wouldn’t take much more
rubbing to bring the beast to a climax.

Did she have time?

Could she complete the job without being discovered?

Cicciolina rationalized the situation: If the horse still
had a hard-on when Jake looked back, or when they
stopped, it was going to be an awfully embarrassing
situation, anyhow. She would have to pretend that she
hadn’t noticed that erection, or feign dismay when she
did, and she knew that both she and Jake would be
mortified.

On the other hand, if the horse shot his load now, his
prick would undoubtedly soften and diminish, and Jake
would never realize what had happened behind him on the
trail.

That was how Cicciolina justified her decision.

She began to move her feet up and down with a steady
rhythm that would bring the horse off quickly. She
adored the way his cock pulsated between her feet. Her
pussy was getting so hot that she thought she might
cream herself, soaking her riding jodhpurs.

The horse began to sway and stumble, losing his footing
as he began to concentrate more on his cock than his
stride. His nostrils flared and his breath billowed out.
His neck turned, and he gazed back at his rider in
wonderment.

Cicciolina leaned on his withers with one hand.

Bending down lithely, she reached under the animal and
fingered the swollen head of his prick. It was damp. His
pre-cum juices were already seeping out.

When she brought her hand back up, her fingers were
dripping with horse jizz. She held her hand up before
her face, staring at the creamy ribbons in fascination.
Horse cum looked thicker than a man’s cum, she thought.
It felt hotter, too. But she was so hot that it was hard
to judge anything hotter. The raging heat that had
started in her crotch seemed to have seeped throughout
her whole body. Even her eyes seemed to be hot as she
stared at her hand and watched the slippery ribbons of
horse cum slowly slide down her fingers and palm.

Then the horny woman did a naughty thing.

She brought her hand to her lips, pushed her tongue out
and lapped up some horse jism.

She blushed furiously even as she did it, and knew that
later, when she had cooled down, she would feel
disgusted with her behavior. But at the moment, she
simply had to have a taste of that thick jizz. She tried
to believe that she was tasting it out of mere
curiosity, to see if it had the same flavor and texture
as a man’s cum… but in her heart, she had to admit
that she was doing it because she lusted with a sexual
frenzy for that slick slime.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, as the musky taste tingled on her
tongue.

She lapped up another tongueful.

Her tongue felt as hot as her clit now.

Her mouth was salivating every bit as much as her cunt
was melting with juice.

Bunching her fingers together, Cicciolina pushed them into
her mouth and began to suck on them as if they were a
cock.

And she sucked them clean, letting the hot cum slide
around on her tingling taste buds for a moment, then
swallowing every sweet drop. Hot flashes ran through her
like lightning. The thrill of doing such a perverted
thing was driving lust through the fabric of her mind as
well as her body.

Now the horny woman was so worked up that her need to
make the horse climax was every bit as powerful as the
horses need to get his swollen cock and bloated balls
emptied.

Cicciolina leaned on the beast’s withers with both hands and
began to rub her feet up and down along his prick
faster. Her ankles arched and her instep caressed the
underside of his cock while she pulled up on his
vibrating prick. She could feel his fat vein pulsating
right through the leather of her boots. Her own blood
seemed to throb though her veins in the same way, and
her heart was pounding like the horse’s cock.

As her legs moved up and down on the animal’s flanks,
her crotch was moving, too, rubbing steadily along the
horse’s spine. Her pussy was flooding her panties now.
Cicciolina was so hot that she felt numb. She didn’t know if
she were coming or not.

Then the horse came!

She gasped as she felt his huge prick suddenly give a
mighty lurch, then his massive cock recoiled between her
feet, slamming back, and from his cockhead his thick
slime spurted out like a fluid cannonball.

Jism shot out between the horse’s front legs and flew
ten feet up the trail splashing heavily on the ground.

The animal snorted and his hindquarters lowered,
squatting down, so that his prick was aimed upward at a
higher angle. His second mighty jet of jism blew out;
lifting into the leafy branches of the overhanging trees
like a silvery spaceship launched with such velocity
that it could escape the suck of gravity.

Cicciolina slid back along his angled spine.

Her hands clutched the horse’s mane, and she squirmed,
working her cunt around on his back as she watched that
creamy stream rise high into the trees, then hang
suspended for a moment before it dropped back to the
earth.

For a horrible moment, Cicciolina thought that tremendous
shot was going to fly so far ahead that it would
splatter all over Jake’s back.

But it fell short of the guide, splashing on the trail
behind his mount. It was so thick that the lumps
fragmented like brittle metal, silvery drops bouncing in
all directions.

Cicciolina’s feet were still massaging his spurting cock.

A third powerful jet burst from the horse’s cockhead,
then a fourth, looping up and spraying the tree.

Then the pressure was off. Cum continued to pour from
him, but it wasn’t hosing out now. It was merely
trickling from the gaping cleft and running down his
meaty knob, soaking her boots.

Cicciolina kept squeezing his prick until she had milked out
every last drop from the brute. She felt his cock begin
to soften.

The horse snorted and shook his head as if he were
mystified my what had happened. Perhaps he was. It isn’t
every day that a horse gets jacked off by a woman rider.

And Cicciolina also looked stunned, amazed by what she had
done… and amazed at how thrilling it had been!

-= Chapter 2 =-

Cicciolina’s crotch was awash.

Cuntjuice had flooded from her, soaking her panties and
jodhpurs, and seeping through onto the horse’s back.

The horse was blowing as if they had been at a full
gallop. He walked forward again, his head swinging from
side to side. His prick had retracted back into his
loins a bit, but a lot of the massive shaft still stuck
out, semi-hard. His big cock knob was half sheathed by
the foreskin now and pointing at the ground like some
fleshy divining rod swaying up and down as it sought a
hidden underground source of water. They walked on past
the glinting drops of his cum that had fallen onto the
trail, and under the other thick drops that had sprayed
the trees and now hung from the branches.

Cicciolina stared at the stuff.

The flavor of horse cum still lingered on her taste
buds, kept hot by her saliva.

Cicciolina was getting some very exciting ideas.

Ahead, young Jake turned his mount around a bend in the
trail and, for a moment, was out of sight. Then Cicciolina
rounded the bend. She stared at Jake. He still looked
attractive, tall and slim and wiry. She knew that a fit
young man like that would be able to throw a great fuck
into her. She knew it would be a lot of fun for her, to
seduce a teenaged cowboy.

She still intended to.

But now a dark lust and deep depravity had overwhelmed
Cicciolina. She was having the most unholy urges. Her pretty
face was flushed from the fires within, her green eyes
glowed as if they were the glazed windows of a blazing
furnace.

Yes, soon she would seduce Jake.

But she had a more immediate desire, a desire that
overwhelmed her by its intensity.

Cicciolina wanted to be alone with the horse!

Jacking him off with her feet had been such thrill that
it had corrupted her mind and melted her inhibitions.
But she had needed to be cautious, to make sure that
Jake did not see what she was doing. And now she wanted
to do it again, in solitude, so that she could
concentrate completely on what she was doing without
having to worry about her guide discovering her.

If it had been wonderful to do it with her booted feet,
just imagine the thrill of jacking the horse off with
her naked hands! Maybe letting him shoot his thick slime
all over her belly and tits!

Maybe even–oh, the thrill of such depravity–maybe even
letting him shoot in her face!

Cicciolina was thinking fast and hard.

And she came up with a plan…

***

Cicciolina was twenty-six years old.

She had been married for five years, and it had been a
happy enough marriage. She had met her husband, Jim, at
college. She had not been a virgin when they met, but
she had not been awfully experienced, either. Jim had
been more experienced than she had, and he had fucked
her on their second date. On their third date, she had
given him a blowjob. He had enjoyed that so much that he
asked her to go steady.

Soon enough, more by silent understanding than any
spoken words, they became engaged.

When Jim graduated, they were married. They had a good
sex life; Jim was an attentive lover, potent and blessed
with a rather large prick, and Cicciolina had never been
known to have a headache at bedtime. She had never felt
any desire to take a lover… at least, not to have an
affair.

She had cheated on Jim twice, which she did not think
was too much by present day standards.

Both times had been spur-of-the-moment flings, happening
by chance rather than by plan, and she had gone to bed
with these two men only one time each, without any
emotional entanglements or any desire to see them again.

Purely physical, they were harmless, as long her husband
never found out about them, she reasoned.

She had no idea if Jim had ever cheated on her. But if
he had, she would have been reasonable about it, as long
as it had not developed into a serious affair that might
endanger their marriage.

The first time that Cicciolina had committed adultery had
been with a television repairman.

He had been young, hardly out of his teens, and he had
arrived at the house to change a faulty wire at just the
right time, when Cicciolina’s own system was on overload.

Cicciolina had awakened that morning feeling very much like
getting fucked. But when she reached out lazily in the
direction of her husband’s groin, she found the bed
empty, although still warm and indented from his body.
She heard the shower running. That meant that Jim was
not yet dressed and she was still hopeful of getting
some prick. Cicciolina lowered the blankets so that her big,
firm tits and stiff nipples were uncovered, then she
waited for him to come back to the bedroom.

But when he did, he failed to take any notice of her
sensual stretching and meaningful glances.

Barely glancing at her, he got dressed.

Cicciolina was irritated.

And very horny.

But Jim left for work, giving her no more than a parting
kiss and leaving her unfucked.

Cicciolina had lingered in bed.

She was trying to make up her mind if she wanted to give
herself a handjob or not. The idea of coming was
pleasant, but she always felt rather silly when she did
it. Finger fucking herself seemed childish, not the sort
of thing that a happily married woman ought to have to
do. Still, her pussy was demanding some attention and
what other choice did she have but to rub herself off?

She had just started to stroke her cunt, taking her time
and intending to make it a prolonged and leisurely
handed, when the front doorbell sounded.

Who on earth could it be?

She pulled a frilly negligee on and, naked underneath
the semi-transparent garment, went to answer the door.
She had not dressed so provocatively for any devious
reasons. She figured that it must be a salesman whom she
could turn away, or perhaps one of the neighboring
wives, with whom she would not need to be modest.

But it was the television repairman.

Cicciolina had forgotten that he had been called. When she
opened the door a crack and saw him standing there, she
was embarrassed.

She had to let him in, obviously, but she wished that
she had put something less revealing on. Should she ask
him to wait for long enough to get sedately dressed?
Well, hardly. Prompt television repairmen were rare and
valuable… she could hardly leave him standing on the
doorstep, where a passing stranger with a faulty
television might kidnap him.

Cicciolina opened the door.

Up until then, she had not really noticed what the man
looked like, only that he was young and wore overalls.

But the moment she opened the door wide, the young man
stared at her with such obvious surprise and admiration
that Cicciolina, in turn, took a closer look at him.

He was good-looking in a hard-faced fashion, with lank,
sandy hair and nice gray eyes… and those nice gray
eyes were popping out like hard-boiled eggs as he stared
at her tits.

She flushed, aware that her nipples, still stiff from
her interrupted masturbation, were standing out in
prominent peaks against her negligee. And, in spite of
her embarrassment, her taut tit tips were getting bigger
under the man’s gaze.

Then his gaze dropped to her lower belly.

Cicciolina realized that the dark vee of her pubic mound
could be seen through the sheer material.

At the same time, her own gaze dropped, and she saw that
the front of the repairman’s overalls had started to
swell.

Flustered, she stepped aside to let him enter, trying
her best to look unconcerned and unaware of his obvious
sexual attention and the hard-on that accompanied it. He
brushed past her, his arm lightly contacting her tit.

He looked as flustered as she felt.

Cicciolina turned to lead him to the television. She could
feel his eyes burning into her shapely ass as he
followed her down the hall.

Leaving him with the faulty set, she went out of the
room. The woman was in a strange mood, still horny from
before and now aroused anew by the young man’s
undisguised desire.

Christ! Did he suppose that she was one of those lewd
housewives that seduce strangers?

Cicciolina figured that she had better get dressed.

She glanced into the television room again before going
back upstairs. He was removing the back from the set,
but he still sorted a big hard-on.

Cicciolina turned away, dizzy with desire.

Oh, no! No, I mustn’t, she thought.

She had never cheated on Jim before, and she was
determined not to do it now, but her pussy was on fire.
It was Jim’s fault, she thought. If he had fucked me
this morning, I wouldn’t even be thinking of such a
thing! I’m not going to do it, anyhow, but it’s his
fault that I’m thinking of it at all!

She was starting to justify her misbehavior even while
she vowed not to misbehave. Cicciolina decided to go
upstairs and frig herself off before she got dressed, to
remove the danger of her needs by hand, before she once
again, confronted the repairman. Despite her good
intentions, she did not trust herself in her horny frame
of mind. The young man was awfully good-looking and,
more to the point, awfully horny.

It had always turned Cicciolina on to know that she, in
turn, had turned a man on, especially a potent young
man.

The brunette was halfway up the stairs when she stopped.

The thought of finger fucking herself was depressing.

She stood there, one hand on the railing, struggling
with herself, trembling all over.

Then she sighed.

Cicciolina knew that she was going to be filled with remorse
and shame and guilt, afterward, but right at the moment,
the woman was in the grip of a lust that she could not
conquer.

Cicciolina went back to the television room.

The young man pretended to be busily occupied with the
mysterious inner workings of the television set as he
looked at her secretly and blushed deeply. Cicciolina stood
over him uncertainly. She had made up her mind to seduce
him, but she was new to this game. How did a woman go
about such a thing? Should she come right out with it
and ask him if he wanted to fuck her? Never! She could
never force herself to ask something so bold and wanton.
Should she wait for him to make the first suggestion?
But he was evidently young and shy. What if he did not
take the hint of her presence, her silence?

Actions, she realized, would come easier to her than
words.

Trembling with shame and lust. Cicciolina slowly slid the
negligee from her shoulders, then let it drop in a
flurry of silk around her feet. She stood stark naked
over the youth.

He gasped and looked up.

His eyes burned into her once again, making her feel
warm and wanted all through her body.

His mouth worked, but no words came out.

It was as if his vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.

It suited her.

Cicciolina did not want to talk to the man, she wanted him
to fuck her. She didn’t even want to know his name. When
he tried to speak again, she shook her head.

“Shhhh… don’t talk,” she whispered.

Then she knelt down beside him.

He groaned his whole body quivering, and the bulge in
the front of his overalls pounded like a jackhammer.
Cicciolina opened his fly, and she drew his cock out. It was
so stiff that it was jerking in her hand. She held it in
her palm for a moment, staring at it, realizing that
this was the first prick that she was going to have
adulterously. Then Cicciolina bent down, and she took his
sweet, young cockmeat into her mouth.

She hadn’t intended to blow him.

She just wanted to suck on his prick for a moment before
they fucked.

But the repairman was so horny that, the moment she took
a suck on his prickhead, he squirted his juices into her
throat. Cicciolina gasped and gulped. It was too late to
stop then, nor did she want to. She nursed his cock,
milked it dry and swallowed his cum.

When she drew her lips away, she was afraid that her
greed had betrayed her and deprived her cunt of a
fucking. But he had the potency and stamina of youth
and, despite his climax, his cock remained as hard as
iron as it sprouted from his fly.

Cicciolina daintily wiped a drop of cum from her lips.

She lay back on the carpet, her knees lifted, and her
thighs parted. The repairman still hadn’t managed to say
a word. He stripped his clothes off, and Cicciolina watched
as his smooth, almost hairless body was revealed. He
mounted her and cupped her ass in his hands. She made
hooks of her thighs and a cup of her belly. He slid his
prick up her cunt and fucked her wildly.

There beside the broken television, they thrilled to the
mutual joy of a simultaneous orgasm.

Afterward, he replaced the faulty wire.

At the door, Cicciolina, averting her gaze, said: “I hope
you don’t think I do that sort of thing with everyone.

But he only grinned.

That, in fact, was exactly what he thought.

When she thought about it afterward. Cicciolina was
surprised to find that she did not feel ashamed of
herself. The guilt that she had feared and expected did
not come. She felt a little naughty, that was all. And
she reasoned that, after all, no harm had been done. Jim
would never find out she had gotten her rocks off and
the repairman, whose name she did not know, had
obviously enjoyed his part in it.

However, although she was pleased by her attitude toward
cheating, Cicciolina did not become promiscuous.

It was over a year before she slipped up again.

And it happened more or less by accident, and with a
horny young man who had admired her and, with his
admiration, turned her on.

Cicciolina had spent the day at the beach. She had gone into
the water once, but she had mainly sunbathed, wearing a
tiny black bikini and stretching out on a large beach
towel. It was a fairly secluded beach, not empty, but
not at all crowded. A group of young men were drinking
beer out of cans and sitting on a blanket not far from
Cicciolina. No one else was nearby. After awhile, Cicciolina
became aware that the conversation among the young men
had hushed. She realized that they were admiring her and
that their comments were whispered.

Basking in that youthful admiration, feigning innocence,
she shifted her body on the towel, letting them get a
look at her from different angles as she assumed, as if
by accident, several sexy poses. With her eyes narrowed
and shielded by her sunglasses, she gazed back and was
thrilled to see that every one of the young men had a
big bulge in the front of his swimming trunks.

At that point, Cicciolina was not thinking of doing
anything. She was just enjoying their attention and felt
pleased that she had aroused them all so much.

After awhile, all of the young men left… but one.

He lingered on, staring at her with a gaze so lustful
that he looked hungry and haunted.

He also looked horny and potent, and the bulge in his
swimming trunks was enticingly massive.

That was when Cicciolina decided to fuck him.

With the experience of her first adultery behind her,
Cicciolina was not as inhibited, hesitant or shy.

The situation was ideal.

The youth was a total stranger whom she would never
encounter again, and there was no way that her adultery
could become known. Her pussy began to flood with the
juices of her passion. But she was in no hurry. She
teased the youth, rubbing suntan option into her body,
caressing up the insides of her parted thighs with the
creamy oil, working it into the thrusting globes of her
tits.

Then she sat up, removed her sunglasses and looked
directly at the young man.

He looked away nervously.

“Excuse me,” she called, softly.

“Errr… me, Ma’am?” he croaked.

“Yes do me a favor?”

He looked embarrassed, obviously aware of how evident
his erection was being displayed.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Do my back, will you? I can’t quite reach.”

He hesitated. Blushing, Cicciolina realized he might not
dare to approach with that big hard-on, so she turned
over onto her belly and faced the other way.

The boy came to her across the sand.

He knelt on the towel beside her, then took the tube of
lotion and began to work it into her slender back. She
purred under his strong, young hands. He oiled down as
far as the elastic of her tiny bikini. She knew that the
crack of her ass showed, and she squirmed around, her
hips shifting and her legs parting.