First Time Pooch Loving: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Lyndon Bennett

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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Karen had adjusted her chain and was climbing back on her bike. She didn't want to look. Why was Sandy so worked up about a couple of horses anyhow? She felt her cheeks flush and the palms of her hands were wet on her handle bars.
"Come on, Sandy, let's go."
"Oh, Karen, I've just got to watch this. It makes me feel all shivery inside." Sandy was wiggling against her bicycle seat. The way she was doing it pressed her shorts up tightly against her crotch.
Karen felt a little weak in the knees. Then she saw what the black stallion was doing out in the pasture and tried to look away, but couldn't. She watched the mare dig her front hooves in to brace herself as the other horse mounted. Karen had never seen anything like it! The size of the stallion's cock scared her at first. He slammed forward, his back humping up as the thick, dark shaft hit its mark and began to slide his cock into the mare's body.
"Sandy, I'm going to ride on. You can catch up when you feel like it." Sandy didn't answer. Her blondish hair was blown back by the breeze and Karen could see her friend licking her lips as she watched the two animals struggle in the throes of bestial fornication. The sound of the stallion's prick sliding in and out of the mare's body was in-credible. Karen kicked her pedal around, pushed off weakly and wobbled on down the road.

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First Time Pooch Loving

Lyndon Bennett

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

The End

CHAPTER ONE

Karen had adjusted her chain and was climbing back on her bike. She didn't want to look. Why was Sandy so worked up about a couple of horses anyhow? She felt her cheeks flush and the palms of her hands were wet on her handle bars.

"Come on, Sandy, let's go."

"Oh, Karen, I've just got to watch this. It makes me feel all shivery inside." Sandy was wiggling against her bicycle seat. The way she was doing it pressed her shorts up tightly against her crotch.

Karen felt a little weak in the knees. Then she saw what the black stallion was doing out in the pasture and tried to look away, but couldn't. She watched the mare dig her front hooves in to brace herself as the other horse mounted. Karen had never seen anything like it! The size of the stallion's cock scared her at first. He slammed forward, his back humping up as the thick, dark shaft hit its mark and began to slide his cock into the mare's body.

"Sandy, I'm going to ride on. You can catch up when you feel like it." Sandy didn't answer. Her blondish hair was blown back by the breeze and Karen could see her friend licking her lips as she watched the two animals struggle in the throes of bestial fornication. The sound of the stallion's prick sliding in and out of the mare's body was in-credible. Karen kicked her pedal around, pushed off weakly and wobbled on down the road.