Chapter 3

Bobby was having a nice dream, wherein a warm naked girl had climbed into bed with him and was spooning him, her hot breasts pressed into his back and her hand reaching around him to grasp his penis, which was satisfyingly hard. He knew the girl in his dream was Megan, because she smelled like Megan.

He frowned in his dream. Could you smell things in a dream? He didn't think so. Could you wonder about whether or not you could smell in a dream ... if you were dreaming?

The girl's hand in his dream slicked along his boner and distracted him from the philosophical question he'd been trying to think about. It didn't matter. He decided to roll over in his dream and hug Megan. When he did she kissed him and made noises in her throat.

It was about that time that Bobby decided he wasn't actually dreaming. He came fully awake as he felt his cock nestle between his sister's legs and press into her pussy lips. "Megan?" he whispered. "What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like I'm doing you ninny?" she whispered back.

"You can't do that." he said to the girl who was obviously doing it anyway. "What about Molly?"

"It's OK. I'll explain it in the morning. Right now I don't want to talk." she murmured.

Bobby lifted his head and looked across the dark lump that was Megan's head. His eyes were adjusted to the dark and he could see, by the stray light from the yard light that Molly was in her bed. Her head was turned toward him and there was a momentary glint, as of light reflecting off open eyes. There was movement under the sheet covering her and that movement was right about where her legs met her torso. It looked to Bobby like she might actually be masturbating.

About then Megan reached between them and lifted her top leg. She grasped his cock and swabbed the tip between fiery hot pussy lips that were slick with the juices of her arousal. Molly had been right. Bobby's desire to sink his cock into Megan's pussy was so strong that it overcame his reluctance to do it in front, for all practical purposes, of Molly. He rolled, and landed on top of his sister, between thighs she had spread to make room for him. Silently she positioned his cock, and he surged upward, sheathing his rock hard rod in her belly in one long thrust.

Megan couldn't suppress a groan of satisfaction as she was filled for only the second time in her life. There was still some pain, but it was sweet pain as she was stretched. The tip of Bobby's prick dug into something deep inside her that tingled and made her want to open herself wider so he could do that a lot and go even deeper, and she spread her legs wider, pulling her knees up to clamp them against his sides.

Bobby was still aware of Molly, and even though he thought she must know what they were doing, he was reluctant to fuck Megan in the classic in and out style that would make the sheet covering them move in an obvious fashion. It felt just as good to press into her and soak. Something deep inside her was rubbing against the sensitive tip of his cock, and he knew that if he just kept doing that he'd have no trouble spurting. He tried to bring pressure to bear on Megan's clitty so she could cum too.

It worked. Her thrusts up at him grew stronger and more frantic as she rubbed her clit against the base of his cock and reached for that special feeling. Her breath came in strong pants and she made little noises in her nose, her mouth tightly closed. Then she went rigid and her knees clamped hard against his sides before flopping outwards to land on the bed as she opened herself up to him completely. She was in that open, inviting position as his semen rushed through his cock to soak her womb in strong spurts that sucked all the energy out of him.

Megan's lips found his and they breathed each other's exhales as they slowly sagged. Bobby put his hand in her back and rolled, turning her with him. Her leg reached across his hip and she snuggled up to him, kissing him some more.

"Thank you." she whispered.

"I should be thanking you." he said back softly.

They both heard Molly's strained breathing as she rubbed furiously. She had just figured out that her cousins had cum, and that helped her reach her own orgasm.

In ten minutes all three teens were asleep.

Bobby woke again in the middle of the night, his arm lifeless where Megan's weight had cut off the circulation. In the process of trying to get it out from under her she woke too and reached for him again.

They made love silently, this time with Megan lying on top of her brother, her legs straddling him. She had no trouble getting her cookies while Bobby lay there just feeling wonderful. Then she got his spunk flowing by whispering in his ear that she wanted to feel him spurting up inside her.

This time they fell asleep with Megan still lying on top of him, her pussy firmly plugged with his cock. They lay there like that until they were shaken awake by Molly.

"Get up you two. It's after eight. We wouldn't want them coming to get us up and finding you two like that."

Bobby was horrified, but Megan lifted her head and said "I owe you Molly. It was the best night I ever had."

Molly smiled. "I was so jealous I had to rub off three times. But I'm glad you had fun."

Bobby's horror had faded when it became obvious that Molly wasn't horrified by what they'd done. Megan looked at her brother. "Molly and Chance do this too." she explained. "I found out last night."

"You're kidding." said Bobby.

"Not at all" said Molly. "I can't wait for him to get home."

"She tried to borrow you last night." said Megan. "But I was stingy and wouldn't let her."

Bobby was already hard with his morning woody. His cock had fallen out of Megan during their sleep, and was now rigidly poking between her thighs. The thought of being "borrowed" by Molly made him want to sheath it back in his sister. Or maybe Molly. That would be fun too. But Molly was right. If an adult came into the room right now the world might end. Megan threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed, leaving Bobby lying there naked in plain sight, his boner sticking up at a forty-five degree angle.

Molly stared at it. "Oh Megan, it's beautiful. I've never seen one that wasn't circumcised. Chance's looks completely different. It's all knobby and rough looking, not smooth like Bobby's.

Bobby felt the strongest urge to cover his cock with his hands, but, under the circumstances, that would be silly. Instead, he let his cousin look. Molly exerted some self control. "Cover that thing up or we'll never get out of here." she said. Then she pulled Megan by the hand. "You need another shower. You smell like sex." she said.

They left the room to let Bobby get up and get dressed while they took care of their morning ablutions. At breakfast Dee said that she and Rudy would take care of the breeding that morning. She gave Molly a list of things that were needed from town. The gardening wouldn't take long with all three of them working at it. Bobby could drive the pickup and carry the heavier items, like feed sacks and the fifty pound bag of flour. With all three youngsters shopping they could get it all done and still pick up Chance at the bus station, where he was due about noon.

Molly was very excited.

The gardening went well, except that the girls teased Bobby mercilessly. They talked about sex like Bobby wasn't there, comparing notes out loud about what they liked the most when their brothers mated with them. Bobby's prick was stiff the whole time.

Then it was time to go to town and the kids piled in the old truck and took off in a cloud of dust.

Meanwhile, down in the breeding pen, Dee looked at Rudy and he grinned. She shook her head.

"Rudy, I've never done much of the prepping. Tom always did that in the past, and I helped. I have to tell you right now that handling those big horse cocks does something to me, and I may act a little strange. But just don't pay any attention if I say things I shouldn't."

Rudy could imagine what it must be like for a woman to fondle a horse cock. He looked at his beautiful sister-in-law and grinned. "I'll only pay attention to what you want me to pay attention to." In his mind's eye he heard Dee saying she needed a nice long, hard cock. That was something he would be tempted to pay attention to.

The first two sets of horses went well. Rudy liked talking to the excited stallions and calming them with strokes on their muzzles. It was, indeed, unforgettable to see the males jump and then hump the mares. For the first time the term "humping" made perfect sense. Dee was flushed, but it was a warm day, and she spent a lot of time bent over or working her arms, so that didn't seem strange to him.

She started out using rubber gloves, but they were too big for her and she took them off, throwing them in a corner. When she stood up after prepping the third stallion she was sweating freely. She unbuttoned one button of her blouse and then pulled the cloth back and forth, fanning it to cool herself. She was breathing hard. On the fourth stallion Dee started making noises. She took a long time and Rudy leaned around the horse to see her running her hands up and down the stallion's rock hard penis three or four times.

"Dee?" he said to get her attention. She turned her head toward him and eyes were strange looking.

"Huh?" she responded.

"I think he's clean." said Rudy. Dee's head jerked and she pulled her hands off of the big cock.

"Uh ... yeah." she said.

Dee was breathing fast when she stood up, like she'd just run somewhere. She swayed as the stallion mounted the mare and slammed his two foot prick into her. Rudy saw what Megan had been talking about when the stallion jumped off too soon and a stream of clear semen shot into the dust.

Dee said "Oh shit." and Rudy knew she'd seen it too. Rudy took the stallion back to his stall and got the next one out. Dee was already in the breeding pen and had put the mare in the chute when he got back.

This stallion was bigger than the rest and was already excited. Rudy spoke softly to him and stroked his neck, but he still stomped his hooves in the dust. "Careful" said Rudy. "This one's a little eager."

"Umm." was all he heard from Dee, who had sat down on the stool. Again Rudy leaned over to see how she was doing, and this time her hands just kept moving along that stallion's long hard penis. Her breathing got ragged. She was really squeezing that thing too, and the horse started to dance even more. She seemed to be in a kind of dream-like state, unaware of what was going on around her. Rudy had visions of her being stomped and was about to yell at her when, all of a sudden, there was this fire-hose kind of event from under the horse.

She'd jerked that eighteen inch prick one too many times, and it was pointed right at her when it went off.

One thing Rudy learned that day was that horses produce a lot of semen when they ejaculate. Now the term "a lot" is relative in many ways. "A lot" of clothing might be the three shirts you wear, one on top of the other, in the winter time to keep warm. That's "a lot" of clothing. And if you sat down to a chicken dinner and somebody served you a whole chicken, that's "a lot" of chicken. And a virile man might produce "a lot" of semen when he ejaculates, and that might be three quarters of an ounce. In the real world, that's "a lot" of semen.

Human semen, anyway.

Horses produce amounts of semen that are proportionally larger than their penises are to human penises. To follow the same analogies, if horse semen were winter clothing, you'd be so warmly dressed you wouldn't be able to move. And if it were chicken ... Well, it wouldn't even BE chicken. We're talking more like Ostrich. That's why Rudy thought of it as a "fire-hose" type of event.

When she got hit she was so surprised she leaned back on that little three legged stool, and horse goo splashed just every-fucking-where. I mean it was like there was somebody under there with one of those 'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-backpack-mounted-summertime-for use only in the pool-squirt-cannons' and they had just water-cannoned her but good. She was soaked. It hit her right about at the top button of her blouse, but it got her face, her hair, her blouse, her arms and the legs of Rudy's jeans just soaked. She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell backwards off the stool onto the hay, like she was having a seizure or something and the horse - and Rudy would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse let out a big long sigh, stepped to the left, and relaxed all of a sudden.

That put the horse right over Dee when round two rocketed out. Rudy saw it sort of drift on the wind for a split second, a long thumb-thick line of that watery looking fluid that hung, suspended above his sister-in-law, who was lying on her back on the hay, her jeans-clad legs spread and up off the ground, like she was waiting for her lover but had forgotten to take off her pants. Then it descended and the crotch of those jeans turned dark as they were soaked too. In a line from crotch to chin that second shot splashed on her already wet body. It was eerily quiet. Dee went as limp as a sock full of marbles. Rudy looked down at his semen-splattered legs. He pushed the stallion back to the right and bent over Dee to see if she was OK. Her eyes opened and she looked at him, upside down.

Then, in the most normal voice you could even imagine, she said "Damn, now we'll have to let him charge again before we can breed him."