Welcome Into the Family Ch. 2

Arianne gasped at the enormous heat piercing her pussy. She felt that her insides were being seared by a branding iron as his cock entered her inch by incredible inch. Whenever she thought he would stop already, he still kept going at it. She had a bizarre vision of him coming all the way out of her mouth. Amazingly, before she knew it, she felt his crotch grinding against her ass. She had finally taken in Chuck's whole 14-inch length! The countless bouts of fucking she enjoyed with the twins have apparently readied her pussy for the mammoth cock. She felt her juices streaming wetly down her legs, intermingling with the twins' own cum. She loved its cooling effect, a fantastic contrast to the scorching temperature in her pussy.

A beefy hand caressed her lower back soothingly, while Chuck slowly extracted himself from her warm depths till only the tip remained, before slowly making its trip back into her constricting grip. Arianne couldn't help rotating her hips to make sure his exciting irregular textures touched every surface of her vagina.

Chuck let her take her pleasure from his fuck muscle, but when she began to make jerky motions to impale herself on his gigantic pole, he took over by clamping onto her hips and setting a breathtaking tempo that had her screaming her piglet squeals down Bob's throat, while Billy frantically slurped her pendulous breasts. Arianne had to claw her fingers into the bales of hay in front of her for balance as her body swung back and forth from Chuck's powerful thrusts. She felt totally feminine as his strength and driving force complemented her supple and yielding form.

Arianne thought she was going out of her mind. Being the focal point of so much sexual attention was making her crazy. Although she was reveling in a small series of spasms that left her shuddering gratifyingly, she wanted to hit the highest point real soon. She started slamming her buttocks more vigorously against his groin, making Chuck growl, causing her to pause instinctively from the intimidating sound. But the giant man just gripped her hips tighter and yanked her towards him even more rapidly, shaking her smaller form like a tiny doll, fully giving in to the rhythm beating in his arteries, a thundering tempo that was demanding him to stab his sword again and again in her clasping sheath.

Arianne didn't have any breath left to make any sound. The twins slowly stood from their kneeling positions to flank them on each side, watching their fucking with awe, and transferred their manual ministrations to their own straining dicks, wanking their meat furiously as they ogled the sight of their huge brother hunched over the petite figure of their diminutive sister-in-law, his colossal pole reappearing and amazingly disappearing into her bent over form. Chuck's paws searched for and found her breasts as he humped her to ecstasy while wringing her fleshy globes.

Arianne was struggling to contain all the emotions and sensations running through her, but the intensity was causing her to feel light-headed and woozy. She strained to reach the pinnacle in order to release the tension that was gripping her muscles all the way to her very bones. She rasped, "Harder, Chuck! Please fuck me harder! Oh please, stud!"

Chuck unbelievably stepped up the tempo, his shaft pounding her so swiftly it was a blur. Arianne's mouth gaped open in a wordless cry as her climax jerked her body all over with its intensity. Bucking uncontrollably, she didn't even feel the biting teeth that clamped onto her vulnerable neck, nor Chuck's muffled familiar wolf howl, as she sank thankfully into the welcoming darkness. When she opened her eyes, it took her a moment to orient herself. She realized that she was in her own bedroom, and what woke her up was the hammering on her door. She grudgingly struggled to reach the door, flinging it open to reveal her roguish brother-in-law, Wes, who greeted her with a winsome smile and said, "Oowee! Good mornin' darlin'! Such a beautiful mornin' should be spent on the back of a horse, with a gorgeous birthday girl right in front of him. So wat'dya say sweetheart? Care to go with me?"

Arianne found that charming grin irresistible, totally won over by the fact that he remembered her birthday. She hadn't mentioned it to anybody, embarrassed that it might make her new family think that they have to celebrate or something. "I'll be right with you. Just let me get changed."

"Alright sweetheart. I'll be right here, outside your door, impatiently waiting until you come back out." He added hopefully, "Unless you need help with a zipper or something." Arianne giggled and pulled him into her bedroom. Wes glanced around until his gaze settled on her closet doors. "Is it okay if I look through your stuff while you take a shower?"

Raising her eyebrows at the unusual request, she nevertheless nodded and sped off into the bathroom. When she reentered the room in a bathrobe, she found a set of clothes waiting for her on top of the bed. "Pretty please darlin', can you wear them for me?" She dubiously examined his choices. Although it was warm outside, most of the garments that he'd picked out were pretty skimpy for a horse ride.

It consisted of a white leather vest that zipped up right in front, more appropriate for a night out of bar hopping. The tan leather skirt was a short flared number that ended right below her crotch that she had bought on a whim but never intended to wear in public. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she got on top of a horse with it. Wes' choice of underwear was a white leather thong-style pair of panties that would definitely leave her ass bare and her pussy in danger of exposure. The only thing that seemed right was the tone colored mid-calf cowboy boots! "Uhm... Wes, sweetie, uhm..."

"Don't worry about a thing, darlin'. Wes here has taken care of everything. You'll be pretty comfy 'coz we're riding tandem, sweetheart. I'll also bring a blanket along just in case it gets a bit nippy out there." Wes dramatically clasped his hands over his heart. "Please don't deny me the pleasure of gazing upon your charms, sweetheart. My heart will surely wither away." The teasing glitter in his eyes melted away any practical protests she might have. She grabbed the clothes and went to get dressed before she could change her mind.

When she saw the horse waiting patiently for them outside, Arianne burst out laughing. Wes had festooned the horse with leaves and flowers, and when the horse neighed in welcome, she even heard the tinkling of bells as it flicked its head side to side. Wes playfully bowed with a flourish and announced in a hilarious British accent, "Your horse awaits, m'lady." He grasped her waist and easily lifted her 5-foot frame on top of the saddle, before flinging himself right behind her.

Arianne looked down and was a bit dismayed to see that she had inadvertently bared almost all of her soft creamy thighs with her astride position and miniscule skirt, but the feeling of the horse's short hair tickling her inner thighs sidetracked her. And when Wes urged the horse into a slow stride, her pussy shivered in delight from the pressure it received from the hard saddle under her. Before she knew it, her pussy walls started leaking a lot of love juice. Arianne tried to clamp down on her reactions, embarrassed that Wes might notice.

As they cantered towards the pathways, Wes said, "Oh darlin', before I forget, the others wanted to greet you happy birthday but they had to leave real early to do some errands." Then he nibbled on her ear before whispering, "Besides, you got up real late. If I hadn't knocked on your door, you might have slept your way through until noon, sweetheart. Oowee! Whatever were you doing yesterday to make you so tired?"

Arianne's cheeks turned a pinkish hue as she remembered her afternoon adventure in the barn. When she had been in the bathroom, she realized that the twins and Chuck had thoughtfully bathed her thoroughly, as well as put her in her favorite dressing gown, before laying her down on her own bed where she found herself this morning. Of course she was just guessing because she couldn't remember anything from the moment she fainted from her extreme climax to the moment Wes' knocking woke her up.

What she didn't know was the that Kurt caught the trio when they were carrying her in, and as soon as she was cleaned up and he had made sure that she was really all right, Kurt had given his sons a tongue-lashing they hadn't experienced since they were young boys and had decided to experiment with fire and horses. She also didn't remember the regular checks the men made through the night to make sure she was okay.

And that's why Wes got assigned to her today, because Kurt's punishment for the three was to keep them away from Arianne. Just a short period of course, and as a result their cocks were already complaining from the separation.

As the bells merrily tinkled, Wes began to whistle a tune that sounded suspiciously like the famous classic 'Sleigh Ride'. She teased him, "Isn't it a little bit early for Christmas songs?"

He cheerfully replied, "Not when it's my favorite time of the year, darlin'. I try to celebrate it every day with those oh so merry Christmas songs, even when it's summer." And then he continued whistling the jovial tune.

Since they were riding tandem, it brought his hips against her buttocks regularly. The rhythmic motion brought her attention to the fact that a hardening pole was poking her. Arianne tried to ignore it but the thought that there were only a few layers of clothing between them caused her to squirm in the saddle, while a telltale gush of wetness escaped her depths.

However, she wasn't sure if her pussy was ready for more action after yesterday's escapade. So casually, she tried to lean forward to lessen the contact, but Wes took advantage of her new position to work her leather skirt loose from under her butt cheeks. Aghast, she straightened up immediately, only to find that Wes had released his rod and had flipped up the back of her skirt, and since she was just wearing thong panties, it brought his penis in direct contact with her velvety skin.

Immediately, the hard touch of his throbbing meat made her forget any anxiety she might have had regarding her vagina's ability to recover from the vigorous fucking she experienced yesterday. She let her body sway with the horse's cadenced walk, which made Wes' pipe scrape deliciously against her, sometimes even accidentally inserting in her butt cleft. Instead of moving away, Arianne tried to increase the pressure on her tingling flesh by leaning back into Wes.

Suddenly, Wes stopped whistling, and cheerfully sang in a clear baritone, "Just hear those horse bells jingling, ring, ling, ling, a little tune-" Arianne's brain barely registered the fact that he was singing 'Sleigh Ride" and just changing some of the lyrics before she got distracted by his actions.

In time with his singing, his hands industriously pulled up her skirt in front, and then inserted it into her waistband so that her white leather thong panties and mound were clearly displayed. Now it's like she wasn't wearing any skirt at all since both the front and back sections were flipped up.

"C'mon, it's lovely weather for a horse ride together with you-" This time he slid the leather vest's front zipper down to uncover her 36DD breasts. Instantly, her nipples tautened from being bared to the stirring breeze, and his fingers immediately started pulling on the hardened tips, plucking them away from her chest before letting them snap back into place.

Arianne had to stop the moans that immediately rose from her throat, scared that it might spook the horse. Instead, she clutched his forearms and arched her back to place her orbs even further into his manipulating hands. Wes drawled in her ear, "Do you know what I like about horse rides so much, sweetheart?" Arianne could only whimper as his fingers continued teasing her tits. "Well, darlin', since you're a city girl, I bet you didn't know that you could get all kinds of rides on top of a horse. Wanna know some of them? You'll love them, sweetheart."

Arianne wasn't interested in horse rides, what her pussy wanted was to ride his cock. "Oh Wes, fuck me baby! My pussy's burning hot!"

"Oowee! I just love your enthusiasm, sweetheart. Let Wes take care of that fiery pussy for you!" Wes slipped the thong panties aside and lifted her until she was hovering directly on top of his prick. Arianne looked down and quivered at the sight of his 10-inch rod sticking straight up into the air, ready to pierce her deeply.

He slowly lowered her, letting his knob slice her pussy slit, and then continued the snail's pace of releasing her weight until she finally felt the sinewy surface of his powerful legs. Wes was now buried to the hilt. Arianne threw her head back to rest on his shoulder, while her feet entwined with his calves to maintain her balance. At once, she rotated her hips in order to feel him chafing against her pussy walls.

Wes whispered roughly in her ear, "Ready for your special horse ride, darlin'?" Arianne was too busy appreciating his cock to answer him. Wes chuckled at her single-mindedness, and unbelievably resumed singing, "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap, let's go, let's go with the flow-" And then he pressed his heels into the horse's sides, which made it move in a canter, a teeth-jarring rhythm that made Arianne's eyes open wide in shock, because every time the horse's hoofs landed, Wes' cock would jam into her so hard that her body would bounce off the saddle.

"Uff, uff..." Arianne's breath was being cut off with every ramming of his pole. She couldn't believe how the simple act of changing the horse's pace could cause such mind-blowing results. Since the rhythm was a vigorous clip-clop, Arianne felt like a puppet because his shaft was pounding into her at twice the normal speed, making her jerk all over uncontrollably. Her pussy went spastic with the unfamiliar yet electrifying stimulation, but she adored every hard jab and stab, and her pussy walls attempted to clasp his poking member every time it pounded into her.

Although all they needed to do was to make sure they held on and didn't fall off the horse, her thighs still quivered with the strain of gripping the horse's sides to keep from slipping off. However, there was hardly any need for pelvic efforts since the horse's actions naturally banged their hips together in sync with its descent.

By now, they were both totally under the control of the horse's rhythm, even Wes. He was gripping her hips tightly as he groaned softly in her ear from the outrageous sensations enfolding his cock, from the way her pussy walls clutched his dick as he rammed into her with short but hard thrusts, to the clinging slippery surface of her cunt. He fully surrendered his body to his horse's rhythm, his hips wildly bucking into her twat, when Arianne cried, "Oh Wes, this is so wild, baby! I love it!"

Wes lightly nipped her neck in a pleased response, but decided to continue teasing her with his off-the-wall singing and a change of pace. "Giddyap, giddyap, giddyap it's great with my cock in you-" Arianne didn't know whether to laugh or bash him on the head. She settled on enjoying herself with the pounding rapid pace, but her plan was wrecked into havoc when Wes kicked his horse into a gallop.

Arianne felt like screaming in frustration as the change totally transformed the rhythm of his fucking. Instead of continuous hammering, now she had to wait for what seemed an interminable period, which was actually just a couple of seconds, before his cock pierced her. She clawed her fingers into his thighs in retaliation for this brand new torture.

Wes chuckled, "Oowee, darlin', you're turnin' into a hellcat. Don't you know I just love hellcats with a cock-hugging pussy?" Arianne clenched said pussy in a harsh grip that made him bow his back, hoping to make him lose control and ram her pussy hard and fast. But he recovered quickly and refused to take the bait. Instead, he laughingly sang, "Your pussy's tight and cozy, and fiery spicy to boot-"

Arianne felt like banging her fists on his chest and demanding for the kind of furious fucking that she wanted. But then she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming, as Wes added an up thrust slamming of his hips every time the horse landed on the harsh ground, amplifying the reverberations in her over-stimulated love box.

She began to babble incoherently and slumped her twitching body backwards against him, totally overcome by the sensations roaring through her. Her juices were streaming in torrents and flowed down her thighs. She grabbed his thighs as she came repeatedly, her pussy walls madly contracting in a paroxysm of spasms while the horse ate up the vast plain with its long legs. And she continued coming as Wes sustained the hard pace he had set, reining in his own urge to just mindlessly batter his meat into her pussy.

Instead, he guarded his thrusts by clutching her hips to control the tempo of their shoving hips, supplementing the natural lifting of her hips with a raise of his hefty grip as the horse flew through the air, and escalating the force of gravity's effect by pulling her hips savagely down towards his up thrust cock when the horse landed. The effect was to release his cock almost to the tip before her pussy walls enfolded it again, thereby increasing her craving for his cock, and his for her cunt.

Wes gritted his teeth to keep from shouting at the pleasurable agony. He just loved the way her pussy pulled and clutched at his meat, hungering for it as if it never wanted to let go. Under the wide-open skies, he acknowledged the fact that he worshipped Arianne's voluptuous body, and he even fervently thanked God for blessing his family by sending lusty Arianne to his equally lusty family. It was surely a match made in heaven. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he gushed geysers of cum cream into her greedy vagina, which continued to milk him dry even as he slowed down the horse.

When he gently pulled on the reins, Arianne thankfully thought she was going to get a break from the mind-numbing climaxes she was experiencing, but Wes had other plans. He urged the horse up a steep slope. Arianne looked up and was horrified to see that they were navigating what looked like a seldom-used path with loose pebbles littering the dirt. She had horrific visions of the horse slipping and crushing them as they rolled down the small rise. For the moment, her fear swamped her sexual desires. She protested in a wail, "Wes-"

Wes soothed her, "Don't worry, sweetheart. Would I let anything happen to you? Now scoot forward and throw your weight towards the front." When she didn't move, he firmly insisted, "Go on, darlin'. You'll love it."

Arianne thought about it and realized she had indeed loved everything they've ever done so far, so she decided to trust him again. She followed his directions until she was firmly gripping the protruding front part of the saddle, the pommel, holding it so tightly her knuckles turned white. Wes leaned on her back, throwing both of them forward and even further towards the angled incline. She gasped as his prick also angled and crazily caused tingling warmth in her pussy.

And if she had been thinking more clearly, she would have been even more astounded to realize that through all these, Wes had always regained his hard on almost immediately after each climax and had never freed himself from the intimate embrace of her vagina.

As they rode through the difficult path, Arianne's heart thumped in her chest as fear held her in its grip. However, Wes had to bite her neck from groaning out loud, because every terrified catch of her breath caused a blissful tightening of her pussy walls. He guiltily felt like a fiend, but that didn't stop him from making sure to direct the horse towards every part of the path that might cause her to be frightened, for he had a mad need to experience every powerful blood-constricting contraction of her cunt, even if it was sometimes to the point of pain. Wes simply didn't care as long as his dick received every pleasurable stimuli possible.