The shepherd pursued the bitch and caught her before she reached the woods. He got on her again and humped. He shot-off, dismounted, and followed the bitch into the woods, likely to fuck her again.

Cindy was panting. It was the first time she'd ever dared watch closely as two animals fucked. The sight excited her. Pussycream oozed from between her throbbing cuntlips and dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She slipped a finger between the swollen lips and rubbed at the slick, burning meat of her crotch. Her clit pressed against her sliding finger, and Cindy shivered. Thrills shot through her cunt and ran up and down her spine. She forced herself to stop.

It wasn't that Cindy had never jerked off. She jerked off at least once every few weeks – when she feared she'd lose her mind with frustration if she didn't relieve herself. But she'd never jerked off without days of denial first, without days of fighting the filthy urge, and after she'd lost control and had done it, she struggled with guilt for days afterward. Her mother had taught her that there were parts of her body that a girl did not touch.

Cindy's heart thudded faster and she breathed harder, her eyes on the fucking dogs, her arms around the stallion's neck, her loins humping as she worked her burning pussy against the stallion's spine. Pussycream pooled on the stallion's black fur and Cindy rubbed her cunt in it. Her legs tightened fiercely around the stallion, her toes clutching at his black flanks. She rubbed her nude young body against him, moaning as the fuck pleasure mounted in her loins.

"Ooooh, I want it!" she moaned. "I want it!"

The sun caressed her naked back and ass. The breeze licked her sweat-moist asscrack. She felt tingles in her twitching, pink asshole.