Miss Sarah Fortune was angry. No, that was not it. She was pissed.
She had toiled, night and day, to set up a double date for herself and her good friend and fuckbuddy, Sona Buvelle. She had arranged for a ride to this rural, stuck in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere psuedo-town, she had booked a hotel room with more than enough room for a night of debauchery, and she had spent hours scrolling through dating profiles to find suitable companions.
And she had found them! Two decently handsome looking lads, from somewhere in the vicinity of this miserable, forgotten village-that-pretended-to-be-a-town, had piqued her interest. Their pictures were well shot, they had the presentational aspect of the dating game perfectly managed. In fact, it was so well done that she should have seen through the deceit.
They did not have fat cocks. They probably had totally average penises, which could probably do the job well enough, but they did not have massive, mouthwateringly thick schlongs. The issue was that they had lied about having big dongs. All their photos featured stuffed crotches - very convincingly stuffed, frankly - and they even dared to boast about it. The photos of their members, that she had managed to convince them to send, were, obviously, not theirs.
But the important thing was that both her and Sona had been expecting massive cocks to suck and fuck. When the two deceivers had shown up to the arranged meeting place, which was smack-dab in the middle of the 'town', Sarah had taken a long, hard look at them, from further away than any normal person would be able to see clearly, and had informed her companion that they had been duped.
So they had scrammed. What they were going to do was completely unknown, but Sarah needed to blow off some steam… Somehow. Thus, they had started walking in a direction, with the fiery redhead going on and on about how deceit was one of the worst offenses one could commit, if not the worst one, considering that more than half of the reasons people were murdered was over trust issues.
Sona, to her credit, seemed to be taking this in stride. Then again, the blue-with-blonde-tips-haired maven was incredibly elegant, so it was likely that she was simply holding up appearances. In addition to that, her way of being angry and expressing it was very different from what Sarah had as an option, what with her being a mute and all that.
And there they were - two absolutely impossible women, their beauties unmatched by anyone safe for each other, DOUBLE CHEEKED UP, on a Thursday afternoon, with no prospects to reward their effort.
She had gotten her hair done, her lashes, her brows - everything. Her face, which was naturally beautiful, courtesy of her sharp features and full, dick-sucking-lips, had been made even more ravishing. Eyeshadow that emphasized the intensity of her green eyes, make-up that gave her cheeks this sublime crimson hue, which behaved as a wondrous backdrop for her freckles.
All of that for naught. She did not even want to consider the amount of time spent picking out an outfit that was both smart and athletic, elegant and also lascivious. Her massive tits were on display, courtesy of the frilly, low-cut white top, framed by a black vest with golden buttons, naturally buttoned up to further exacerbate the size of her bosom. Freckled tits on display, and no one to look at them but herself and Sona!
To be fair, she had not actually invested that much effort, not when compared to the fabulous Maven of Strings. Whereas Sarah had a skin-tight pair of pants digging into her muscular legs and showcasing her perfectly toned rear, Sona had opted for a dress… Well, more a skirt than a dress, which made her already fat ass look suspiciously fatter. Her entire outfit was a meld of white and azure, which was more on the green side than the blue, contrary to what the Maven maintained - and it looked sublime on her.
High heels, a surprisingly free of cleavage top and the standard, for Sona, long, loose sleeves were all there. Even though she was not actively trying to display her endowments, the blue-haired woman could not escape the fact that her tits were bigger than even those of Sarah, though the latter would never admit that. The top looked as though it was going to burst at the seams if the Maven made the wrong move.
All that was topped off by a golden frame. Her outfit's rims, her hairpins, her pantyhose - everything was almost glimmering aureate. The bracelets over her wrists were a very specific touch, with the left one featuring a portable music instrument - her etwahl, for field use. As unfortunate as things were, she, too, was not going to get to show off to anyone but Sarah. While the red-head was a very good observer, and knew a thing or two about flicking beans and eating pussy, she could not provide her companion with the filling fulfillment a fat cock could.
"This is why we should look into this chem-tech body modification stuff," she announced, pointedly raising a finger as if to give her statement extra weight. "So that we can avoid disappointment like this!"
Sona tilted her head to the side. Her blue eyes, framed by thick lashes and thoroughly drowned in eyeshadow, conveyed a lot more than the eyes of those who could speak. Even so, the expression she wore was the source of information. She did not need to take her phone out and write the words - Sarah knew that she was being doubted.
"Well–" she was about to defend her statement, but something caught her eye. The pair of dames had been aimlessly walking forward for the better part of an hour, or something along those lines - Sarah had lost track of time - and they had come to a very interesting location.
It was such because only now was the red-head noticing it. They were standing next to a ranch - a horse ranch, by all accounts - which featured a sign she had never thought she would see. It was, quite literally, a 'stud farm', but there were no buts about it, and there was no funny business.
"Are you seeing this?" miss Fortune asked, the intrusive thoughts in her head already going ham in their attempts to convince her to go to the stud farm and get some studs.
Sona nodded. She did not seem that amused.
"You know, this could be really interesting," started Sarah, noting that she had lost the fight to her inner monologue. "And we've earned a treat."
Sona raised an eyebrow. She was not convinced. It was never THAT easy to get her to do something slightly silly, thus the red-head needed to come up with a better hook.
"Look, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here. You're horny, I'm horny, you want to fuck, I want to fuck, but we're not gonna get it. But that doesn't mean we can go and take a look - it's not likely that we're going to find a pair of fat-cocked dudes to fix us up, BUT… Have you ever seen a real stud?"
Upon completing her impassioned appeal, Sarah stifled a burst of laughter, though her lip quivered and she could not stop herself from smiling like a buffoon. That last line was really good, and Sona seemed in agreement, as she started laughing in her unique, voiceless manner. Upon noticing that, the red-head also allowed herself to erupt in boisterous laughter, doubling over and slapping her knee.
"Alright, come on, it's going to be fun!" She announced after getting over her fit of merriment, offering a hand to her companion. Sona gracefully accepted and allowed herself to be led by Sarah.
Miss Fortune might have been an extraordinary captain, she might have been a stunning lady, she might have been the best shot this side of the ocean, and she was definitely the baddest bitch alive, but she had no idea how to navigate a stud farm. Not only that, she did not care much for the fence that separated the 'ranch' from the 'not-ranch', so she simply walked up to it, bent over, flipped one leg over the lower half of the enclosure's boundary and then flipped the other, finding herself in the ranch.
Sona was a lot more coquettish, and needed a bit of help to perform that feat. Fortunately, everything was easily sorted, and they took a very pleasant, slightly exciting trip through the field. Exciting, because they were, technically, not supposed to be here, but who could blame a couple of girls for wanting to walk through the well trimmed green grass?
The pair was headed towards a bunch of buildings on the other side of the field, about a hundred meters away from them. During that time, each had plenty of time to be alone with their thoughts. Sarah should have probably spoken to Sona about what she expected to find in these buildings, which shaped up to be barns, but she, herself, had not really figured out what it was.
There was the inescapable truth of the matter that there were either going to be horses or people in there. The horses would be studs, the people - probably grumpy old ranchers. Now, what Sarah expected… Maybe to see some horses, get found by the ranchers and asked to leave?
Doing something based off of an intrusive thought was never a very well planned activity, and it tended to show. However, by the time they got to the barns, nothing unexpected and problematic had occurred. As a result of that, Sarah felt emboldened to keep going. Sona did not mind tagging along.
They approached one of the barns and noted that the door was closed - quite tightly shut, in fact. Sarah tried the handle, but the thing was locked.
"That's a shame," she muttered, looking around. There were other options, so they could yet find the opportunity to sneak a peek at some studs. Sona, upon being regarded, shrugged. "Right… Well, let's see if there's an open door!"
There was, though it took a few barns to find it. The door in question was slightly ajar - evidently whoever was tasked with closing the gates had gotten bored and had just pushed it, without actively checking to see if it was locked. That discovery brought with it a sudden surge of adrenaline.
"Splendid!" She announced, pulling the door open so as to allow entry. As soon as she did, a gust of very pungent, very potently scented odor blew in her face. Had a lesser woman been the subject of this, she would have stepped back or even staggered. Sarah was unfazed by this smell - well, not quite, but it was not a disturbing scent. "Come on in, m'lady!"
The red-head waltzed on in, striding confidently into the barn, leading Sona in with herself. The blue-haired woman was a lot less brazen in her entrance, but she did come in regardless. She did make a face, though, quite unlike herself, she did not react too strongly to it. That was odd.
"Hey, it's a farm - what did you expect?" Sarah stated, turning around to regard the barn they had entered. A large, corridor-esque chamber was where they had found themselves. On the other wall, opposite the one they had come in through, was another door - this one locked - while the sides of the hall were walled off and resembled rooms. The doors to said rooms reached as high as one's shoulders and were held in place by latches, rather than specific mechanisms or padlocks. "But the stink means there are animals here."
Sona rolled her eyes, but did not say anything. Instead, she followed Sarah to the nearest 'room', where the two of them got to feast their eyes on a horse.
"Woah," mouthed Miss Fortune as she took in the sight. That wasn't 'a horse', that was 'THE horse'. Whenever she wound up thinking of a horse, this was the animal she thought of. This massive beast looked healthy, its body radiated energy and its mane was really fine. That made sense - they were breeding horses, after all.
She turned around and looked in the enclosure opposite to this one - fair enough, there was another 'THE horse' in there, with the only difference being the color of the animal. Sona was still feasting her eyes on the black stallion, whereas the one Sarah had glanced at was mottled, albeit also black.
"Well, Sona," started the red-head, taking in a breath of victory, though there was no one to really triumph over, "those are studs!"
Before she could even register her friend's reaction, Sarah spotted something else. It should not have been surprising or even very out of place, but it somewhat captivated her. The black stallion's ballsack. Again, this made sense - it was a breeding horse, of course he would have balls. But for some reason they looked far more special than they should have been.
The smell appeared more pungent as she gazed at the massive testicles of this beast. They were huge, humongous, even, about as large as… Well, maybe not as big as her tits, but they were definitely going to be difficult to encompass with a single hand.
Those were some freaking nuts, she thought to herself, feeling something go a bit haywire. When she had told Sona that she was horny, she did not really mean it. Sure, she was in the mood to fuck, and sure, it could be said that she needed to get fucked, but she was not horny horny, horny in the sense that it clouded her judgement and left her prone to doing very, very stupid things.
Well, Sarah was getting horny, and the intrusive thoughts that had led her here dusted their hands off, pleased to have done their job, and leaned back in whatever proverbial lawn-chair they resided, for the feisty red-head was totally enchanted by the fat balls of this here black horse. The way they sagged was astounding, the incredible weight was so palpable, she could feel the strain and tension displayed by whatever bit of flesh it was that held them aloft.
There was a thin sheen of sweat, or so she thought, that reflected the light and gave them an almost divine appearance. And the smell… Well, it was growing on her. She somewhat liked it now, and was even willing to consider it very manly. Musky, in a good way. The desire to start rubbing her crotch was beginning to emerge within the back of her mind, but it was very far in the rear.
Currently, she wanted to walk up to this fine specimen, kneel between his legs and start playing with his cock and balls. Sarah turned to her companion, trying to gauge what kind of reaction had been elicited within the blue-haired woman.
For starters, she was not scrunching her face anymore, which meant the smell had become less bothersome. In fact, maybe it had started tickling her down there?
"So," Sarah put her hands on her hips triumphantly, having proven that this little adventure had been worth it, "what do you think?"
Sona looked at her, then looked back at the horse, then back at the red-head. She then nodded, but also moved her eyes towards the thing behind Sarah, indicating that there was something to see.
Miss Fortune turned around and saw what her companion was motioning towards.
The horse's cock had gotten hard. Well, it was still in the process of getting hard, but that did not stop it from being a sight for sore eyes. Even only half erect it was way bigger than an average penis, and things appeared to be shaping up to be better.
Sarah made a decision. It took her only as long as the stallion before her needed to get totally hard. Her cunt was wet, she felt her pants digging into it and giving her a phenomenal camel toe, and she was so horny that she was more than willing to do some stupid stuff. On top of that, she had to take responsibility - this poor horse had gotten hard because of them! Well, she had no way of being sure that was the case, but the perfume she had applied whilst getting ready for the double date was described as 'a love potion'.
She undid the latch of the door, pushed it open and strutted towards the black steed. Sona gasped, surprised by her friend's decision, but did not do anything else. Evidently, she was not as convinced as Sarah was.
The stallion, being a stallion, was prone to being irritable, and so when the horny red-head approached him, he started letting out whinnies and exhaling loudly. She was completely unfazed - baddest bitch and all that - and continued walking towards him. The black stud was looking at her, with his not-very-clever eyes, and evidently saw something, for he raised his front-left leg and then he lowered it.
That probably meant something, but Sarah did not know what. She got close enough to the horse to be within an arm's length of it. Raising her hand, the horny animal reacted in a relatively predictable manner. The stallion tried to rear up, to stand on its hind legs and shoo Sarah away, but that did not work out for him.
"Not so fast!" She exclaimed, putting her hand down on the animal's neck and pushing down. To the stallion's shock, the force exerted by the woman was great enough to counteract that of his legs and forced him back down. "You know how much force a cannon's recoil creates? No you don't, so stand still!"
Miraculously, the horse obeyed. Of course, he did snort and exhale loudly, as if to showcase some measure of displeasure, but maybe it was the tone of her voice, maybe it was the lack of space between them allowing the scent of her perfume to overpower the stallion's instincts. Either way, she did not care why or how, only that it had happened. Rubbing her hands together, biting her lip, she flanked the black beast.
"What a cock…" she dreamily muttered to herself as her eyes landed on the engorged shaft beneath the stallion's rumen. Pitch black, yet slickened with some sort of moisture - presumably sweat - so as to appear sleek and reflective enough for its relief to be visible, the stud's phallus was astounding. About as long as her arm, though maybe a tad shorter than the entirety of said limb, it was thicker than her ankles.
The veins littering the surface of that stinky, sexy cock made it look even better. They bulged out obscenely, the amount of blood pumping into them probably enough to fill a barrel. She imagined the heat of that massive schlong, the way it would feel against her palms… Just the way it looked was enough to empty her head of any thoughts not connected to it.
Sarah squatted and scuttled under the horse, winding up face-to-tip with his dick. The engorged glans looked like a strange type of mushroom, though the odd shape only contributed to the excitement of it. The most impressive part of the whole thing was the urethra, which appeared to slightly poke outside, resembling a very short tube. The amount of cum this thing could pump was probably insane…
The red-head raised her hands and gingerly took hold of the massive, throbbing cock. It was hot. It was heavy. It felt as though it was so tense it could blow up any moment now…
"I got you that worked up, huh?" she mused as the palms of her hands slowly slid over the rugged, leathery surface. This was definitely a cock, if not THE cock, much like how its owner was THE horse. There was no comparing it to any other dick she had had the pleasure of interacting with, as it was like an upgraded version of those. The surface was rough, but not in a bad and potentially painful way, but rough in a manner that suggested spectacular sensations upon penetration.
Sarah shook those thoughts out of her head - though what was the point of doing so? - and started moving her hands more assertively. One slid as far back as it could, reaching the stallion's heavy balls, and she found herself gasping in delight. Cupping the gratuitously massive testicle was so rewarding in an obtusely salacious way - the softness provided by the scrotum and the solidity of the nut itself, the knowledge that this was incredibly precious cargo and that it could produce an unfathomable amount of virile cum…
"That's it," she announced and let go of that tasty-looking cock. It bounced, throbbing violently. The stud whinnied desperately, evidently having been on his way to ejaculate. Sarah licked her lips as she started unbuttoning her vest. "I'm gonna treat you right!"
Her breasts spilled out, filling the shirt in a more natural manner than before, but she needed that garment out of the way as well, so she went on to undo its buttons too. When the constriction of her clothes disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief - getting a good whiff of the horse's cock-musk - and could not stop herself from grabbing her tits. Nipples already as hard as diamonds, she gave herself a couple of pinches, letting out a moan mostly for herself, but also maybe Sona, before she proceeded to change her position.
Transitioning from squatting to kneeling, she pushed herself up against the underside of the stallion's schlong and did her best to envelop it with her tits. No matter how big they were, they were never going to achieve that, but they definitely provided a pleasant sensation for the stud. That was, of course, secondary to the feeling of that hot, pulsating cock against her chest.
Titfucks were something fantastic, overall, but when they featured such astounding sizes - things got even better. Sarah started moving, sliding her boobs along the shaft, imagining how it would feel if that thing was inside her. The veins definitely stuck out and did a lot of heavy lifting, but so did the throbbing of the colossal member. She could not stop herself and gave the tip a kiss.
Salty, somewhat like jerky. That was a very good taste, and so the lusty red-head kissed it again, this time more sloppily, involving her tongue in the endeavor. Engrossing, intoxicating - she wished she had more hands so she could rub her needy cunt. Even so, this was far more pleasurable than she had expected it to be.
She had gotten so lost in the act that she heard the footsteps of her companion only when the blue-haired woman was already standing next to the horse. Just as she was pulling back from the cock, now well slathered in saliva and pre-cum, the horse whinnied. Sarah felt the animal's phallus thicken, she felt it throb violently enough that, if she was not somewhat holding it down with her tits, it would have slapped against the stud's stomach.
Sona probably got an incredible show. Sarah got a face full of horse spunk, delivered in a multitude of portions, each almost as big as the previous. The steamy jizz was so thick and creamy that it barely qualified as a liquid. Not only that, it was very sticky and smelled far more potently than the horse itself.
Even so, the sensation of his cum slathering her face, leaking onto her tits as she pulled back and dripping off of her nipples… That was quite something. Sarah pushed her boobs up and even opened her mouth, getting the next two shots to blast her uvula. Fortunately, she had great mastery over her gag reflex and nothing bad came of this.
"Holy shit," she muttered when the torrent of cum had been exhausted, letting go of her considerably heavier tits. Her hands got to her eyes and wiped the ejaculate off of them, allowing her to once again see. Gasping for air, feeling herself hotter than the weather suggested she ought to be, Sarah was pleased beyond measure.
Sona, on the other hand, was frowning in great disappointment.
"What?" the red-head asked, shoving a cum covered finger in her mouth. The taste and consistency was excellent, though the smell was definitely a bit rich. The color was also slightly less opaque, and less white, than she would have hoped it would be.
Sona, still pouting, extended her arms and presented the problem - the stud's cock had gone soft and was rapidly retreating into its sheath. Now that Sarah thought about it, she had not paid any attention at all to this naturally occurring dick-ring, and, seeing as the balloon was deflating, there would be no attention to be paid.
"You wanted some?" the red-head asked, running a finger over her breast and collecting a nice scoop of cum. She then extended her hand towards her companion, as if offering the super-sized dollop of jizz. Sona's cheeks reddened drastically over such a short amount of time that Sarah almost got worried. Almost, as she knew the blue-haired dame well enough to know she was still very shy about her sexuality.
Then, the Maven leaned forward and enveloped Sarah's finger with her lips. Her tongue lapped up the contents, thoroughly, and after it was done she pulled back, creating a vacuum by sucking at it until the red-head's digit came out of her mouth with a wet pop. That would have usually made Sona giggle, but currently she appeared too busy to do so.
"Tasty, isn't it?" Sarah inquired, pushing her tits up and licking at them as if to confirm her hypothesis. Sona nodded, her face reflecting a great deal of pleasure. Then, her eyebrows rose, with their inner edges being in the lead, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth wound up ajar. That was despair, as the Maven realized that the tap would not produce more for… Well, however long a horse's refractory period was.
But the blue-haired beauty was not done yet. Her brows lowered, furrowing slightly, her eyes narrowed and a knowing, cheeky grin appeared on her face. Determination. Sarah observed, somewhat nonchalantly, while her companion stood up and procured her etwahl, which opened up to resemble the proper thing. As Miss Fortune was licking up another serving of cum off of her bosom, Sona strummed a tune.
It was just long enough to have a melody, and apparently just long enough to have her magic take effect. The magnificent, albeit short and simple, musical piece was invigorating. Not just that, it was also very arousing in a totally unexpected manner. The sound had not really resembled a saxophone - which was the sexy musical instrument - and yet it had amplified Sarah's horniness by a value so great she straight up lowered her free hand to her crotch.
As the ethwal closed up and got strapped back to Sona's bracelet, the effects on the studs became known. A general wave of unrest washed over the barn as the stallions started expressing their sudden need to copulate through whinnying, snorting, exhaling, inhaling, trotting around and, overall, making noise.
To Sarah's surprise, and Sona's great joy, the black steed standing over the former was also affected. His cock quickly swelled up and hardened to such a degree that it looked as though it was stiffer than it had been when the red-head had her hands on it. The virile beast let out a subdued exhalation and started walking, but Miss Fortune only needed to tap his stomach for him to cease.
"Well, well, well…" she said, crawling out from under the horny stud and giving Sona a very appreciative look. "You need any help with your top?"
The blue-haired woman licked her lips pensively, then nodded. Sarah situated herself behind her and undid the zipper. While that was happening, the sound of hooves striking the floor echoed through the barn, getting the attention of the sultry pair. To their shock, one of the stallions had performed an athletic feat and had jumped over the gate to his enclosure and was walking towards them. This one was beige colored, and his cock was swinging underneath his frame majestically.
"Oh, there's some for me!" Exclaimed Sarah. She decided to cop a feel, sliding her arms under Sona's and grabbing her tits, giving them a squeeze. They were as soft as she remembered, and definitely even fuller than that. "Alright, go get 'em, girl!"
With that, Sarah approached the lust-filled stallion and raised her hand. It had worked with the black stud, it ought to work with this beige one too. And it did, though the events that led to her winding up underneath him and licking his balls did not involve any attempted rear-leg maneuvers. He was very horny, and so was she, and somehow they had come to an understanding.
Burying her face in the sweaty testicles was a very good idea, as she could use her hands to jerk his pink and black cock off to her heart's content. Unfortunately, her vision was very obscured - there were balls up against her eyes - so she could not look at Sona's engagement with the other stud.
The blue-haired dame was a lot gentler than Sarah, making sure to thoroughly lube up the horse's already decently wet schlong before doing any stimulation via hands or breasts. She savored the taste as though the liquids oozing out of his urethra were ambrosia, her lips laid kisses all over the massive phallus, leaving marks as a result of her lipstick.
Sona licked it all over, paying special attention to the engorged tip, the bulging cock-ring and the base of the shaft, as well as providing nearly professional care to the beast's swollen balls, alleviating the exertion of lugging them around by lifting them up with her hands. By doing that, she also weighed them and was left awe-stricken by the sheer magnitude.
Sarah had devised some means of both stimulating her stud and herself, as the horse in question was becoming louder and louder, letting out snorts more and more frequently. The red-head was moaning into the lust-addled animal's scrotum, sucking on it harshly while jerking its cock off with her right arm, while her left hand was deep in her own pussy.
Sona was not in that much of a hurry, though she, too, would have enjoyed it if some love was shown to her nether regions. However, what was currently most important was getting this stud off, and showering herself in his thick cum. For that purpose, she pushed her breasts together, spat in the crevice, in a vain attempt to lube them up, but due to the stupendous size of her bosom she would need to spend ten minutes spitting all over herself to actually achieve that.
Thus, she positioned her hands over her inverted nipples and, stimulated as she was, simply gave them a squeeze. A pair of thin sprays splurted out of her shy nubs. She bit her lip as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her, but she soldiered on. If she could not handle her own milky tits, who could?
The Maven moved herself so her face would be directly in front of the horse's flared glans. Pushing herself up, her tits engulfed a large portion of his throbbing cock and she started preparing for a titfuck. The milk leaking out of her nipples was an incredibly potent lubricant. A naughty thought occurred to her, to tease Sarah by implying that her paizuri was going to be far better than that of the freckled dame, but she allowed that to remain a thought.
The horse under Miss Fortune's care whinnied excitedly and Sona turned her gaze to look, without stopping what she was doing. The stud was helplessly thrusting into the air, his cock bouncing up and down as a torrent of magnificently creamy cum was being splashed over the floor. Sarah's face was still buried in his balls, but the fact that they had shriveled up whilst the stallion was ejaculating meant that her mouth was completely uncovered, and she wore an unnervingly satisfied smile.
Sona, not to be outdone, concluded that she had lubed up the massive schlong well enough - it was whiter than it was black now. She enveloped it with her tits and started moving almost frantically. It was hot, it was exhilarating, it was throbbing so violently… The Maven pressed her lips against the black horsecock and doubled her efforts. She felt his massive shaft shudder, she felt it thicken and bulge obscenely, she felt it get hotter as the pressure within mounted. Her tongue licked the gaping urethra just a moment before the first rope of cum shot out and was deposited almost directly into her stomach.
The Maven pulled back, thoroughly shocked by the power of the jet of semen, only to get a face-full of jizz. The smell explosively violated her nose, the taste overwhelmed her, the quantity amazed her, and the understanding that she had made a horse ejaculate onto her got her to almost climax herself. Her legs pressed against each other as another rope of virile seed was splashed over her.
The horse snorted and inhaled loudly, his cum slathering her massive tits and face. By the time he was done, a puddle had started forming underneath her. Sona's hands trembled with excitement as she carefully ran her fingers over her eyelids, removing the beast's creamy semen and putting them in her mouth.
"That's a lot of cum, huh?" Sarah noted as she walked over, kneeling next to Sona. The glint in her emerald eyes told the Maven all the latter needed to know. "Need some help?"
The blue-haired beauty nodded sheepishly and fought back the urge to moan - which was a fight that even lost was pointless - as Sarah took hold of her massive breasts and started licking at them. Milk and cum - it did not matter to her what was ending up in her mouth. In fact, she seemed more than happy to just suck on her nipples. Sona leaned back against her left arm, but the desire to lap up more of the stallion's cum overpowered her. With her right hand, she started scooping up jizz off of her tits and sucking it off of her fingers.
The two devolved into a mess of kissing and licking, their hands reaching for their tits, their faces, their mouths and even their nether regions, until Sarah stopped. Sona was clean, yet neither of them was satisfied.
"You know, there are at least six more horses in this barn," mused the red-head, pushing herself off the Maven. "Six sexy studs whose cocks are so stiff they probably hurt by now… Wanna help them out?"
Sona was more than willing to do so. The two sultry dames spent the rest of the afternoon and even evening in this barn, satisfying themselves and the lusty horses by titfucking them, be it individually or by teaming up, by jerking them off or by sucking them off. Some studs were luckier than others, getting worshiped more thoroughly and by both ladies, while others still got off but in a more personal manner.
By the end of this endeavor, both Sona and Sarah were a bit sleepy, as one is after expending that much energy. Fortunately for them, no one had come over to check in on the loud horses. Not only that, but the weather had remained perfectly manageable even with the fall of night. The only thing they could have complained about was that they had missed the dinner offered by the hotel.
Then again, they were both quite full of protein.