Episode 40 - Girl with the Horse Cock - Sex Stories

Episode 40 - Girl with the Horse Cock

... this”, Dr Michaels handed Amy a pot of lubricant, “How did you know…?” Amy trailed off, applying a good dollop to cock head, and then smeared a finger-full into Lucy’s arse. Cock head slipped in real easy. Lucy moaned. Amy pushed forwards, burying another 3 inches into her best friend. Dr Michaels didn’t reply, but suddenly appeared next to the pair, snapping photographs of their coupling on a very expensive-looking camera: “I hope you don’t mind. Just a few shots for my report”. Next thing Amy remembers, before shooting a bucketful of cum into Lucy’s backside, is Dr Michaels standing very close behind her – his erection pressed into her own sweet cheeks and his hands all over her tits. “May I?” he asked pleasantly, rubbing little circles around her arse, then pushing his quite-respectable 8” cock into her. Even though Amy had a cock of her own, it was nice to feel another one. Since Lucy had moved into the flat, her own arse had received very little attention, and this was just what she needed. Just then the office door opened wide and a half-naked girl burst in: “Oh sorry Dad, didn’t realise you had company”. Amy recognised the girl from the beautiful magazine photographs, when Amy discovered how to masturbate this b**st between her legs. Sam already had her blouse off – fabulous high tits in a black bra, and the jodhpurs around her knees, matching black thong all sweaty from riding. “Come in baby. These two beauties are just demonstrating their sperm collection technique. ...

... We thought it odd that the samples had traces of anal lubricant and Lucy’s DNA. Now we know why. Come on over – I think you could help”. Sam hopped around, struggling out of the tight trousers and riding boots: “OK Dad, you fuck the one with the horse-cock and I’ll get off with this pretty bitch”. Sam had a gorgeous deep tan all over her lush body; well-nearly all over. Sam climbed up on the desk, pulling aside the thong, offering her sweaty crotch to Lucy. “Christ, you’re hairy” panted Lucy, trying to get her fingers through the curly forest into soft cunt “and you smell of Leather”. “I’ve been riding, stupid. Just wait until you taste her – should still be a bit of stallion inside”. Lucy ran her tongue over Sam's deep brown torso, arms, high breasts, midriff, cunt and stopped at the odd curved tan lines on the inside of her thighs. As Sam lifted her legs up onto Lucy’s shoulders for a deeper inspection, Lucy traced the horseshoe shaped pattern of pale skin up one thigh, across the lower edge of her fabulous tight cheeks and down the other thigh with her tongue and fingers. The tan was nothing like her own straight-edged triangles front and back from sunbathing in a bikini during the summer. Her over-protective Dad had reluctantly agreed to topless in the back garden, but insisted on inspecting her bikini bottoms each day to make sure the amount of exposed flesh wouldn’t inflame the neighbours. Just wait – now that Lucy had moved in with Amy, they could revel in the nude all ...