Page 56 of Runaway Hucow

“I think this little hucow needs to get fucked,” Peyton said. “She needs to get fucked good and deep.”

Spike nodded in agreement.

The brothers didn’t discuss how they were going to do it. They knew each other so well, they didn’t need to. Their bodies moved in silent tandem. Spike laid himself down on his back in the grass while Peyton picked Tess up from behind and lowered her onto his brother’s lap.

She moaned loudly as Spike’s cock filled her pussy, straining her inner walls with its incredible girth. When he was all the way inside, Peyton released her, and she placed her hands against Spike’s chest for support. At first, she just sat there, uncertain of what to do next. Then Peyton lightly stroked his fingers up her spine, causing her to shiver and rock her hips.

The sensation was amazing.

“That’s it,” Peyton purred, stroking her spine again. “Ride him, Tess. Ride my brother like a cowgirl.”

After a few more strokes, Peyton stopped. Tess was moving on her own now, grinding her hips against Spike’s lap and causing his long, thick cock to slide in and out of her body. Spike reached up and placed his big hands over her chest, squeezing her breasts while she rode him.

“Does that feel good, ma’am?” he asked.

Tess nodded as she began to rock even harder and faster on top of him. “Yes. It feels so good, Spike. I love the way your big cock feels inside me.”

“And I love the way your tight little cunt feels when it squeezes my cock, ma’am.”

Tess gasped in surprise. That was the first time she’d ever heard Spike use foul language. She decided she rather liked it when the bisonman talked dirty.

“Do you like it when I ride you?” she asked.

“Yes’m. You just keep it up now. Keep on riding my cock like a good little cowgirl.”

Tess did keep it up. She had no intention of stopping anytime soon. But where had Peyton run off to? He’d been right behind her a moment ago, but now he was gone.

She turned her head and found him. He was only a few feet away, kneeling over the satchel he’d been carrying when he first arrived. He was digging through its contents, and based on his expression, he was hunting for something very important. After a moment, he found what he was looking for. A little glass bottle filled with clear liquid. At first, Tess thought it was a bottle of water, but when Peyton brought it closer, she could see that the fluid was thicker than that, more like oil or an ointment of some kind.

“What is that?” she asked.

Peyton pushed his glasses up and grinned proudly. “Oh, just a little something I invented a while back. It’s a type of lubricant. I made it for lubricating machinery, but since it’s water-based, it’s totally safe to put inside your body.”

“Inside my body? Peyton, I hope you don’t want me to drink machine lubricant.”

The bisonman chuckled.

“Not exactly, Tess. Now be a good girl and bend over for me.” He placed his free hand against her bare back and gently folded her downward until her breasts were pressing against Spike’s chest. “Yeah, just like that. That’s my good little hucow.”

Spike held onto her hips and rocked his pelvis beneath her, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy. Meanwhile, Peyton swung one hoof over her back and squatted over her with his face right above her backside. Tess could only imagine all the dirty things he could see from that vantage point. Her face burned with sudden shame.

“Peyton,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting you prepped, ma’am.”

“Prepped? What do you mea—Oh! Ohhh…”

Tess moaned loudly as Peyton drizzled some of the slippery lubricant down the cleft of her ass, then started to rub it in with his finger, smearing it all over the surface of her exposed rear hole. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable, but good at the same time. Combined with the rhythm of Spike’s hard cock moving in and out of her other hole, it felt really good.

Then, all of a sudden, Peyton pushed his fingertip inside, and Tess cried out in shock and shame.

“Peyton, you mustn’t do that! That’s my… my… my…”

She couldn’t bring herself to utter the word, but apparently Peyton had no such qualms.

“I know what it is, ma’am. It’s your perfect little ass, and I’m going to fuck it with my hard cock. But it’s real tight, so I need to get it good and broken in first. Now get ready, ma’am, ‘cause I’m going to go a little deeper.”

Tess knew she ought to tell Peyton to stop. What he was doing back there was unbelievably dirty and sinful. But she didn’t want him to stop. It felt good, and she wanted him to keep going. She held on to Spike’s shoulders and braced herself for an even deeper penetration.