"Ummm," she purred, a dreamy smile on her face as she swallowed the tangy cockjuice. The pony thrust again, his cock-knob running through her cleavage and nuzzling into the hollow of her throat. She took the fat slab against her cheek, then turned her head and let it run through her pursed lips as he withdrew. More cum dribbled into her mouth and her tongue flashed across to gather it up. Wanda jerked back to his balls and, feeling the big bags swell, she rasped,
"Oh, shit! He's gonna cream, Molly! His fucking scumbags are all set to blow!"
"Ohhh-yeah! Frig the fucker off, Sis! Pump his fuck juice into my face!"
Molly's mouth opened wide, her eyes narrowed, and she held her face right in front of the animal's cockhead, gurgling with anticipation. The pony plunged through Wanda's stroking hands, his cock-knob flaring and his prickstalk throbbing violently.
"Here it comes!" Wanda squealed. She felt the brute's balls explode and the thick jism rush up his cockrod. She frigged back with both hands, turning to gaze at the pony's cock-head as it loomed up in her sister's face, eagerly waiting for his slime to spurt out. The pony's cum burst out like the foam from a heavy-duty fire extinguisher. Thick spurts of cock spume hosed Molly's face and throat and tits. Her mouth was open wide and jism jets splattered on her parted lips and poured over her flashing tongue. She wailed with joy and gulped the pony slime down greedily. A dose hit her between the eyes, another splashed on her chin. The cum drinking twin leaned forward, mouth open in a wide oval. As another thick stream shot out of the pony's cockhead, she took it in her mouth and squirmed down against the creamy spurt, like a salmon swimming upstream to spawn. The pony was hosing her tonsils and she jammed her lips against his cockhead, sucking hungrily, letting his scum erupt into her maw in a slimy rope. Between them, Wanda pumping furiously at the hilt of his cockshaft and Molly mouthing the spurting tip, they emptied the horny beast's balls to the sweet dregs. When she was sure that she had gotten every precious drop of pony spunk, Molly moaned and sank back in the grass. She was soaking with cum from the top of her head to her hairy cunt triangle. The stuff dripped from her stiff titty tips, trickled through her cleavage, matted her pubic thicket. Slimy ribbons ran into her steaming crotch and seeped in between her parted pussylips. Her tongue slid across her lips as she slurped the spillage up and drank it. Carson had almost fainted with the thrill of it. It dawned on him, vaguely, that he had even forgotten to take any pictures of the memorable scene.
CHAPTER 9
The pony, with his balls emptied, had lost interest in the proceedings. He was a horny horse, but not romantic, and he turned away. His fat prick was starting to soften. As the pony turned, the thick cock swung around like a firehose, slapping Wanda in the face. The girl lapped at his prick-knobs whimpering as she tasted his slime. But her twin sister was slathered with most of the stuff and only a few thick drops remained for Wanda. She licked them up, slobbering onto his shrinking cockhead, her saliva glistening on the black cockmeat. Wanda envied Molly the cum she had swallowed and Wanda knew where to get some for her own hungry mouth. Molly was stretched out on the grass, her nubile body drenched with pony cum. Wanda crawled up beside her sister. The pony began to nibble at the grass, his interest having waned as soon as his balls were emptied. But Carson continued to look on with total fascination. The man's prick had become so long by this time that he seemed to be staring at the girls over the swollen knob. He started to fold his fist around his prick, intending to stroke it, but the rock hard cockrod bucked like a broncho, throwing his hand off. Steam rose up from his cockmeat. Carson gave up the idea of frigging himself, despite his desperation, hoping that something more interesting than a hand job might deal with his hard-on soon. Wanda was kneeling over her sister, gazing down at the girl's cum drenched belly and tits and licking her lips. The twins smiled at each other, like reflections in a looking glass. Then Wanda leaned down and those identical, smiling mouths came together. The twins kissed in a way that was far from sisterly, lips grinding together and tongues flashing from mouth to mouth. Wanda drooled into Molly's mouth and lapped pony cum up from her tongue and lips.
"Yummy," she moaned, tasting the tangy scum along with her sister's saliva. Kneeling, her ass hiked up and her thighs apart, Wanda turned her crotch toward Carson. Her cuntslot flowed like a waterfall, cuntjuice streaming down her thighs. He watched the girls kiss passionately and incestuously swapping spit and sharing horse cum. Then Wanda slid down lower and her tongue began to gather pony slime up out of the hollow of Molly's throat. She moved lower still and licked at her sister's plump tits. Carson, who believed that incest was rare, supposed that Wanda was lapping up cum and that it was just a coincidence that the cum happened to be on her sister's tits. Wanda licked at Molly's nipples, then sucked them into her lips, her radiant face switching from tit to tit and nursing on both in turn. Molly squirmed under her sister's face, moaning and purring, cradling her sister's blonde head to her titties. Wanda tongued up her twin's cleavage and lapped at the globes. She gathered up every drop of equine joyjuice with her tongue, then slid lower and began to lick at Molly's slim belly. As Wanda slurped the pony slime up, her frothy spit replaced it. Her sister's belly glistened with saliva. Molly shifted and squirmed. Her thighs parted and she raised has knees slightly. Steam was pouring out of her open cunthole and her clit stuck out like a bullet. Wanda, hungry for pony spunk, as well as other tasty fluids, lowered her face and ran her tongue through her sister's tangled pubic mound. She drooled into Molly's smoldering crotch as her lips worked, kissing and sucking, on that triangle of cunt hair. She slid lower and began to lap up and down the insides of Molly's shapely thighs. Her nimble tongue slid up the crease where Molly's legs joined her torso, running parallel to Molly's pussyslot but not quite making contact. It began to dawn on Carson that if incest and lesbianism were rare, then he had stumbled onto one of those rare occasions. Such things were not so very rare, of course, and the man would have been amazed had he known that his own wife and son were discovering the delights of bestiality and incest. But what the man didn't know wouldn't hurt him-while what he was learning was thrilling him to the very core of his being. He watched Wanda's wet, slippery tongue flick up the inside of her twin sister's thigh. Molly's cunt was open in a wide oval and that oval was soaked with cuntjuice. A few slimy ropes of pony cum bad slid down into her pussyslot, streaking her cuntcream with a thicker fluid. Wanda's flushed face turned and she looked right up her sister's gaping fuckhole. Her hot breath wafted into that slot.
"My pussy is full of pony jism," Molly whispered, her voice husky, her face a mask of desire. Molly's thighs rippled, parting even farther. Wanda's face was only inches from Molly's crotch. Her tongue slid out and, with a low moan, Wanda licked up her sister's creamy cunt gash. Molly jerked at the contact, then began to squirm. Wanda's tongue slid up her pussy-slot, lapping the pony cum out, then she tongued deeper, slurping cuntjuice up with relish.