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CHAPTER 10

In the morning, I was deep in dreams of being ravaged by large objects. One after the other these objects, seemingly of their own power, came to my widely splayed legs, penetrated me, and ravaged me. Over and over. There was even an arm … not a person attached to the arm, just the arm and fist as it pounded into me. In this dream, I was climaxing continuously. I couldn’t move my legs or body. I was spread out, open and exposed, and every possible object of any size seemed to be capable of coming to me and ravaging my body. I was crying out in my dream, but not in fear, or hurt, or anguish. I was crying out in lust and pleasure and yearning for more. In this dream, my body and mind and senses were in hyper-drive, experiencing it all and wanting it all and needing more of it all.

Something happened, something not in the dream. A shadow moving over my eyes or a sound that didn’t belong in the dream or an awareness that perhaps the dream had ended but my body’s responses hadn’t.

I turned my head in the midst of releasing yet another soulful moan and found a woman, a woman I didn’t know, standing over me. She was smiling at me and she glanced down my body. It was then that I was aware that, like in my dream, I was on my back with my legs spread wide. But, unlike in my dream, my hands were between my legs, several fingers of one inside me, nearly my entire hand, and the other hand touching my clit. I sheepishly smiled back at her and retracted my hands from my pussy, which I now realized was sopping wet from my own juices.

The woman sat on the edge of the cot and handed me a bowl with water in it. She gave motions for me to drink and, as I sipped, I realized just how dehydrated I was. She stood and put out her hand to me, which I took. She led me to and through the door and outside where I found the women who had been preparing me, training my pussy and uterus for what was to come if I pursued mating with a horse. Surrounding them were many of the women of the village. There seemed to be a sense of excitement and anticipation in the air, the focus of everyone being fully on me as I stepped out of the hut. As I had been since coming among the people at the first village, I was still naked. Many of the women had some form of cloth covering around their hips and tied at one side or the other. Others were completely naked like me except for some decorative beads and artifacts in the form of a necklace. Despite the fact that I was not the only naked woman present, I was still the only naked white woman. The difference in our skin coloring was still markedly significant that my nudity seemed even more pronounced.

As it turned out, I slept for only a few hours after being brought to that intense orgasm, which finalized my preparation. These women were not wasting any time, however. That was probably intentional. I had been fully and completely opened only a short time before with objects both wide and long, including the entire forearm of one of these women. What better time to take the big step than after such an experience.

Two of the women took my hands and the rest of the women fell into a procession with us. This was different. In all other situations, I was with a small group of the lead women in b********y. If this was leading to what I expected, this event was an open invitation to the entire village. Perhaps it was a significant enough event for any woman of the village that it was witnessed, encouraged, and celebrated by the entire village. It was the only consideration that made sense as I was led to a small corral with a single stallion in the center. He turned to look my way as the women approached, me in their midst. He seemed to look directly at me, as if he understood what was about to happen and who it was that was going to be his partner. I involuntarily shuddered at the thought that a horse might be so in tune with the proceedings that he was more sure and confident of the coming expectations than I was.

I stopped at the rails of the corral fence and the rest of the men and women of the village flowed around the outside of the corral, taking up places of vantage around the periphery until they were three or four deep at most locations surrounding the corral. My gaze was torn between the people gathered around me and the horse inside. My gaze was quickly focused, though. Inside the corral, in the center, was a bench. The height of it appeared to be perfect for this horse … perfect if considering a woman lying on it so that the woman would be at the right height to receive the horse’s cock.

The lead women go inside the corral and gesture for me to follow through the gate held open by another. It hit me like a jolt to my core, this is for real. Despite all the preparation and training, despite my long-held fantasy, the reality of this situation, of taking a horse cock into my body, is difficult to fully fathom, difficult to accept as a real possibility. It is not just a possibility, though. This is real. The women are intent and deliberate in their encouragement of me, their handling of the horse, and their preparation of the bench with blankets to soften the wood surface against my back. They took my efforts that led to this point at face value. There was no question in their minds. The villagers standing around the corral were just as certain. To them, I was Celina, or at the least, the embodiment of her. That alone took all question from their minds. The only one with any hesitation, any question, any doubt what’s so ever was me. This is what I had wanted. This is what I had fantasized. This was, after all, a primary condition of my coming here to get the a****ls for the resort. Not only was I putting myself out there to prove our worth to get the a****ls, but also that I was worthy of being shown how to safely and fully take horses, to mate with them, to fuck them. This is what I had abused my body over the past days to be ready for. It all did lead to this moment and this action and this commitment.

I entered through the gate and walked up to the women and the horse. I hoped that my strides were more confident and steady than they felt as I raised one foot after placing the other, walking more robotically than naturally. I found my hands stroking the horse before my mind caught up with my decision and actions. I stroked the horse’s side, its mane, and up to his head. I nuzzled his head and worked my hands and body to a position directly in front of him. I bent my head forward, my forehead to his muzzle, then lifting my face to him, seeking out his eyes, those big, dark eyes. He blinked and I blinked. Not a staring contest, simply a moment of mutual recognition.

With my hands on either side of his head, I kissed his nose. I smiled. But, even I understood at the moment that the smile was less about my feeling toward him as much as it was reassurance for myself. It was also a recognition, a defining moment, that I was doing this. The smile an indication that there really was no other way this was going to go, not after everything, not with the opportunity of my fantasy in front of me.

Something else came to me as I stood looking into his big, dark eyes. Celina is something, someone, that these people honor and respect and live their lives in memory of the way she lived with a****ls. I still had no idea what that meant for me or to me. Did it mean anything? My actions since coming to these people said something about me to them. Whatever it meant to be associated with the myth of Celina might forever be beyond my full comprehension. At that moment, though, looking into those eyes, whatever these people felt about me relative to Celina, there was something in those eyes reflecting back to me about myself. Whether it was about Celina or Annie, I saw something of myself.

I kissed the horse’s lips. It was then that I felt the hush that was in the air. All eyes were on me, more than even the horse, all were watching me. This Guero, this pale-skinned woman who had so quickly entwined herself into their trust and hearts. This act was not common even among these people, but the looks on their faces showed that they trusted in my ability to perform even this.

I walked along the horse, my hand sliding along its side until I reached near the flank. I smiled at the women attending to the horse and waiting at the bench. I moved to the bench and lay on my back, my legs bent at the knees, but not spread. Not yet. One woman patted my shoulder as the other two women turned the horse in a circle around the outside of the corral in a deliberate presentation of the a****l to the villagers watching. A presentation of the a****l about to mate with me.

After completing the circle, the women brought the horse to me in a line that approached my legs. I lifted my head to watch, my curiosity as heightened as every fiber in my body in anticipation of this fulfillment of my dream. I watched as the horse was brought to me, the two women walking on either side of my prone body, the horse’s front legs moving on either side of me, as well. Then, the horse stopped.

I sensed a movement at my side. The horse’s chest was right above my face, not six inches of room between us. A woman was kneeling alongside me. She said something, something I didn’t understand, but I nodded and gave her a smile, anyway. She smiled in return and stroked my arm. I moved my arms to the horse and stroked along its sides, then felt my legs being raised and my feet pulled up alongside the horse’s rear flanks. I felt his cock, the mushroomed head at my open pussy. It was already hard and it probed at me. I felt it being moved and knew that the women were assisting the horse, assisting it to find and fold into my pussy. It was barely squeezed into me when the horse moved suddenly forward. I remembered the pony at the ranch. I remembered the dogs, the goat, and even the hog at the ranch. I remembered Thor and Wolf here. I remembered the goat and even the llama here. They all reacted the same way. I remembered even men reacting the same way. Every one of them, their cocks enter the pussy and they seek to reseat, to deepen themselves inside. A function of instinct? A function of nature? A function for breeding?

I was stuffed with horse cock! Maybe only a few inches at this point, but I did it! I had horse cock inside me and already I felt stuffed, filled. And, we had only begun. The woman said something to me, again. She patted my arm but it felt more urgent than a simple encouragement, but I didn’t understand. Then, it occurred to me. Horses cum quickly. The times I had masturbated them and sucked on them, they seemed to need to penetrate and cum. She wanted me to hurry, to be ready. I lifted my legs and placed my feet on the flanks of the horse and raised my butt off the bench. The horse reacted to this change and thrust forward more. I felt him bottom out inside me, but I moved around on his cock. He pushed again, again, and again. Each time he penetrated me further and further. I didn’t know how much of his cock was inside me but it felt like more than the arm had been. My imagination, perhaps.

I lifted and rode him. Working his cock inside me as he worked to be further inside me. He pulled back and drove forward. My god! My entire uterus was filled with cock! There was no remaining room. When he pulled back, my pussy was like a sleeve, clasped onto him, then filled as he pressed back into me.

I was crying out, moaning and groaning, gasping for breath as he pressed into me, seemingly driving the air out of my body with each thrust. He was deep inside me when I first felt his cock swell at my opening, then hearing him whinny, then he stiffened and he pressed into me harder still. His cock head was pressed firmly against me inside, at the top of whatever it was he was pressing into. I felt his cock swell even more and then a pulse running along his cock and along the length inside me until my body was filled with horse cum. I didn’t believe there could be room inside me for the fluid and, perhaps, there wasn’t because I felt my pussy open and cum flowing out alongside the cock buried inside.

The sensation of cum overflowing me … the pressure on my clit … the pressure inside my body … the rubbing of the horse’s chest against my nipples … all of it at once … I exploded after he did. My legs fell to the side, my arms falling away like wings of a fallen angel waiting to be retaken, resurrected. I was inert, at least consciously. My body quaked and shivered, spasms and shaking. The horse was rigid on top, content now to empty his seed inside this pussy. My body was on autopilot. It was reacting entirely on its own with no direction or motivation or control from me. And … I was in heaven.

I did it! And, it was intensely wonderful!

The horse was back up away from me. With each tentative step it took, more of its cock slipped out of me until the mushroom head escaped and with it a torrent of trapped horse cum. It literally flowed out of my gaping pussy. I raised my head from the bench and looked between my legs. Not only was I gaping open, but there was a puddle of cum on the ground below me. It was so obscene. It was so deliciously obscene.

I glanced to the sides and found the people still watching. Quietly. I didn’t know what I expected to happen, but the quiet seem unnerving. The women were there to assist me to stand. My legs felt like they wanted to stay open. I stood near the horse, its majestic cock hanging below him. I released my arms from the women and walked the steps to the horse. I kissed his snout and lips, murmuring to him my appreciation and gratitude like a lover might to her lover who had just wondrously satisfied her. I put my chest against his side and slide down his length, feeling him not only with my hands, but my naked breasts, as well. When I reached his rear, I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my hands and licked the length of it. A murmur went around the corral as I stood up and looked around at them.

The women turned me to face the side of the horse and one put her hands cupped in front of me. Another indicated up and I knew what they intended. I put my left foot into her hands and jumped up onto the back of the horse. I grabbed a handful of mane and turned the horse, not sure what the expectation was. I saw the gate being opened and I rode the horse out into the mass of people. As I preceded through the crowd, the horse and I received pats and touches. Then, there was open talk and excitement. And, again, there was the repeated sound, “see-leen-a”.

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That night there was another celebration. It seemed there was nothing I could do to disappoint these people. That was both affirming and intimidating. In this relatively short time, I was very connected and attached to the Guarani people and the same was clearly returned to me. The persistent reference to Celina, something that was originally flattering, was now becoming intimidating and daunting. On the one hand, I should be able to be myself and act according to the needs and requirements that brought Sylvia and me here in the first place; on the other hand, these people were putting their own desires and expectations on my continued presence among them. In reflection, I found my internal turmoil centered in a strong internal need of my own not to disappoint these people who had provided and shown so much support and acceptance.

My stay here was coming to an end, however. Sylvia was due to return shortly, hopefully with news that she had acquired all the a****ls we had hoped to take back with us to the island resort. As I moved around the festivities of eating and drinking, I resolved that I would do what I could and must with and for these people, but that time was now short. Then, my attention would once again be on matters of preparing for the coming opening of the resort. Those matters, once seeming so exotic in themselves, now seemed so mundane in comparison to the events around my stay with the Guarani.

That night, as the festivities wound down and my fatigue from the excitement of the day caught up with me, I was again approached by a man and woman. It was now a custom for some couple in the village to take me with them into their hut for the evening. No longer was it an offer by the woman that I might sleep with her husband. Since that time when I insisted on being with both of them, I shared the bed with the man and the woman. And, in nearly every time, they shared my attentions before and/or during the night. Fatigue on my part was sometimes the limiting factor, but I did my utmost to insure my enthusiastic participation with each couple. Tonight was no exception.

Despite everything I had experienced this day, like many before it, I was again eager to experience the different sensations of human contact, and especially that of a woman’s softer and knowing touches.

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The next day was more of the same. Well, not exactly the same … no more preparation activity was required now that I had successfully mated with a horse. Now, I was free to merely incorporate the horse into my activities. I was shocked at the end of the day when it occurred to me that not only was including a horse in my sexual adventures for the day seeming appropriate, but I was also still eager to include both Thor and Wolf during the day.

Perhaps I was just eager to experience everything that I could while I was with the Guarani. In a way, it was reminiscent of vacation when the end is in sight but you still want to experience and savor every last minute available. This was like that. I was going to experience and savor everything about the Guarani lifestyle that I could. These people allow a freedom and expression of my being that was begun by Jake and Bobbi. These people have taken me further, further than I could believe.

The next day found me refreshed and eager for another day with these people. I knew that Sylvia would be returning one of these coming days and it would all come to an end. There was a part of me wanting to return to the island and see the success of the resort that I expected we would all bring to it. There was also a part of me that was content and happy with these people. I woke between the couple I had spent the night with. They were still asleep as the morning sounds outside came alive. The birds, of course, had been chattering since first light. Now, there was also a mixing of sounds from other huts as life was fully coming to the village.

I carefully stretched my body between the two, intent on not waking them, but I knew I was trapped between them if I didn’t wake them. I wasn’t in any particular hurry, though. The matt we used on the floor was still not quite large enough for the three of us. As a result, my legs and body was in contact with the other two. In fact, when I moved in my stretch, the man sleepily rolled toward me, dr****g his hand over my side, nuzzling into me, and cupping a breast. When the woman performed a similar stirring, the two of them opened their eyes to the strangeness of the encounter. They looked across my body and smiled to one another. I put my arms out and pulled them into me, encouraging them with more contact. They first kissed each other over me, then in unison began covering me with kisses. The woman slipped a hand between my legs and the man took a nipple between his lips. It felt good; it felt very good. But, instead of encouraging more, I laughed at them and sat up amid their playful protests.

I expressed my gratitude to the couple the best I could after they shared a breakfast of fruit and bread with me. Outside, I encountered the same group of women who had been responsible for my preparation for taking the horse. I was curious what they were so intently debating. After all, I assumed my training and their responsibilities for me had ended after I successfully mated with the horse the first time.

One of the women noticed me on the fringe of their tight circle and indicated my presence to the others. They looked at me shyly with a little nervousness in their demeanor. One was holding a mass of leather straps and pads. I looked questioningly at the mess of leather, wondering what it was for and what it could possibly have to do with me.

“It goes under the horse.”

I turned at the sound of that voice. It has been days of intense training and preparation since Sylvia had left to acquire the a****ls we would be taking back to the island. Now she was back. I rushed into her arms and I noticed Sylvia’s joy at my reaction, but in my joy I failed to also notice the reaction of all the women around us. Everyone, as it turned out, had smiles of delight as Sylvia and I rejoiced in our reunion. So much had happened since she left and I was bubbling in need to tell her all about it in every detail I could recall.

But, first … it hit me what she had just said, “It goes under the horse.” Under the horse … belly-riding? My arms still around Sylvia, I turned my head and shoulders to look back at the women. They had shy smiles on their faces. The woman who had guided me the most was nodding and raising the straps up toward me. I stared at the straps, the implication and the reality hitting me at the same time. I always thought mating with a horse might be a fantasy that I might not every experience. That’s happened, though. Thanks to these women, that’s happened. Now … now, they are offering to take my fantasies further, to allow me the opportunity to experience a fantasy I only allowed to flitter through my consciousness, never dreaming that it might ever be a possibility. Now I am being presented with that very possibility.

I knew I had to try. I knew I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least allow myself the opportunity to try.

I nodded to the women. I found my hands on the leather straps, not sure how I had moved from Sylvia to the women. My body, apparently, knew I would accept before my mind caught up with it.

I was soon at the center of another cyclone of activity as I was drawn back to the corral and the same horse as the previous times. He and I were becoming great friends.

As I passed into the corral, I turned to scan the faces around the corral as people again gathered to watch. I found Sylvia and gave her a smile, motioning for her to come inside with us. If the women tried communicating with me today, I would have my translator.

The setup with the attachments to the horse were complicated and my mind was having difficulty in focusing on anything other than the one thought: I was about to belly-ride a horse. Anything else passed before my eyes but made no impact on my consciousness. I hoped that Sylvia was better able to focus on what the women were doing with the harness and putting it on the horse.

I was moved to the same bench. This time, though, the harness was spread out over the top. It consisted of two larger pieces of leather that I found fit at my upper back and head and the other under my hips. Once in place, the horse was brought over me and the straps thrown over the horse, then cinched together. Once the straps were in the proper locations on the horse without twists or bindings, the cock was brought to my pussy and I was pulled up off the bench so there were only inches separating us. I was still free to move slightly and that was all that was needed for the women to ease my body onto the cock. He was rigid and ready. I was, again, nervous and intimidated. This time, I would have no ability to manage the depth of the penetration. I would literally be along for the ride, my pussy serving as a tight sleeve around the cock, its movement dictated by the movement and motion of the horse, not our humping.

As I was being eased onto the cock, I noticed that a woman was spreading a watery liquid over the cock as it slowly entered me. I craned my head and neck to the side to see further down and found the woman now working the fluid over the horse’s balls. I looked up at Sylvia and she followed my eyes and the question in my face. She spoke to the woman, then smiling a smile that could have scared me, she relayed what was happening.

“She said, she is applying a natural mixture from jungle plants, steeped in boiling water, mashed, then cool water drained through it. The fluid acts as a … hmmm … in our words, like Viagra on steroids. It works even on horses to keep them hard.” My mouth gaped open. “She also said that it can even assist in delaying an a****l from climaxing.” She saw the look on my face and continued. “Mating with a horse is one thing, Annie. You lay on the bench and the horse fucks you. Belly-riding, however, is much more involved. You wouldn’t want the horse to cum shortly after all the fittings are in place, would you? What would be the fun in that? Belly-riding is an event, a happening, for you and the village. Annie, it has been said that women have ridden a horse like this for a couple of hours, sometimes while carrying on conversations and moving among other people. Think of it, Annie! Hours! Can you even imagine how many times you might cum?”

If I thought I was intimidated before, I was scared now.

A woman appeared at my side and I felt straps being put into each hand. Sylvia translated. “You are now holding the reins. It is possible to steer the horse while underneath, but for now they will lead the horse for you. You can practice when we get home. For now, though, just remember that to turn the horse to its right, your left, you use your right hand. You don’t know where you are going, only where you have been. She says it will take much practice.”

I looked up at Sylvia with shock written on my face. “Practice?”

“They are giving us a set of the harness to take back with us.” She said it like it was a wonderful thing. Hours on a horse cock? I don’t think I can imagine an hour, much less hours. I might not survive this ‘wonderful thing’.

Once ready, my pussy was full of horse cock. My body was cinched up tight to the chest and stomach of the horse, my legs secured up its body, my hands holding the reins that I would probably not have to use. I glanced up at Sylvia as the horse was moved by the woman leading it. The look on her face was one of joy, appreciation, wonder, and pride. I smiled at her. With the first tentative step by the a****l, my body jolted in response to the movement. My breasts and nipples mashed against the a****l, but still moved as the a****l did. My pussy, already filled with cock, was jolted with each step, the movement of the four legs creating a rhythm of sorts of side to side, back and forth. And, just as suddenly, the fear and intimidation was replaced by delight and anticipation.

I had proven that I could take a horse cock. This was just another step in the experience. A massive step. They led me, while under the horse, out of the corral and into the group of people. At first it seemed I was passing through the throng and that soon I would surely get through them. But, I didn’t. They were leap-frogging around in groups to try and maintain sight of me. I was already near an orgasm and we hadn’t gone that far. It hit me that the horse’s cock was giving no indication of excessive swelling or pending climax of his own, much different from the previous times. That fluid they rubbed onto him … it had to be that … it really did work?

A hand touched my arm and the horse stopped. Sylvia crouched down, “One of the women told me that the people are anticipating your first orgasm under the horse. I guess it is something of a ritual here, sort of a way for the village to unite with any woman who seeks to accomplish such a union. It is said that the few women who ride a horse like this have been known to orgasm many times. Some faint. She wants to know … if you faint, do they stop the horse and remove you, or continue?”

“They would leave a fainted woman connected to the horse?”

Sylvia smiled shyly. “Some do. But, only the strongest. Despite having fainted, the body still experiences the cock. Fainting is the mind blocking an overload.”

I craned my neck to see the woman at the lead of the horse. She was the one who guided me the most. “She has seen me the most. What does she think?”

They talked. The woman looked down at me and smiled. It wasn’t shy, it was affirming. She knelt down and stroked my body, not tentatively but aggressively. “Si”.

Sylvia, “She thinks you should continue. It is a rare experience. It is what she did.”

I assented. They led the horse on, again. The moment of pending orgasm was lost, but I found that it wasn’t lost very far. In another ten steps, I was gasping for air as the sensations were driving me higher and higher. I glanced at Sylvia who was trying to stay near me. She called to me as we were getting separated, “Don’t hold back, Annie! Let yourself experience it all.”

Then, she was gone from my sight, but the excitement of the people around me grew and grew. I realized finally, that I was chanting, groaning, crying, moaning, and screaming out my orgasmic release. This orgasm crashed over me like a category 5 hurricane hitting shore. Surge after surge of intense feelings coursed through my body. I felt wetness leaking out from between my legs but I knew it wasn’t from the horse. The horse hadn’t cum, it was me. Did I squirt? Can you squirt when you are so stuffed?

My body was on the ebbing side of the orgasm and I anticipate a relaxing, like every other orgasm, but this wasn’t going to be like any other orgasm. He was just as hard, just as deep, and the woman was still walking the horse around the village. I could feel my body responding already for another orgasm in the making. Oh, god … I wasn’t completely through with the last one.

I saw that people weren’t following me any longer. They were still there, but this had transformed into a festival of sorts with me, and the horse, being a one act parade. We went up and down the main street of the village. I came, again. My arms hung loose, no longer even making a show of holding the reins.

A woman rushed out from the side carrying a bowl of water. The horse was stopped and the woman tilted the bowl to my lips. I drank greedily and noisily, slurping the water, anything to get some into my mouth.

I remembered orgasming twice more after that. All the while the cock continued to move inside my overly stuffed pussy. At some point I must have passed out. Sylvia told me later that they continued to walk the horse, as I had requested. She told me that it was the most amazing thing she had ever seen or experienced in person. The most amazing thing she had ever heard of. She said that I clearly came numerous times while passed out, but the most amazing were when the woman stopped the horse and leapt onto the back of it. She then rode the horse with me underneath. It was some time after that when my eyes came wide open and my screaming orgasm thrilled the people. I didn’t understand more than the earth shattering orgasmic experience that I was being controlled by.

Sylvia relayed the sequence, however. As the woman began riding the horse, her horsemanship became quite obvious to Sylvia. She was quite skilled, even bareback. The woman ripped off her covering at her waist and raised her arms to the people, then pointed down to me. The people clapped in rhythm. The clapping was at first slow and the woman had the horse prancing with its feet landing in unison to the clapping. The clapping increased in tempo and the horse’s prancing was changed to stay in unison. Soon, the horse was doing a quick prance which was jolting my body on the cock inside me. I came, and came, and came. All the while I was cumming, I was screaming and chanting. The people didn’t understand, but Sylvia did. “Yes … yes … oh god … yes … more, I want more …” Silvia insisted that they even checked me and I was definitely passed out, but my body was still responding.

After several repeats of this, she brought the horse to a stop. Someone came out to check on me. My breathing was regular but deep. My face had a smile on it. My legs were clamping to the side of the horse. Then, the most amazing part of it all and the moment that my eyes came alive, again.

The women moved the horse in a tight circle and the people crowded in. When the woman turned her hand into the mane and raised her other arm, the people went quiet. Silvia said it was a hush so intense that she could hear the insects chirping. Then, the woman got the horse to stand up on its hind legs, I slid down the remainder of his cock, my eyes flashed open and there was a gasp from the people. Then, in quick succession, I screamed out my last orgasm and the horse came with me, his cock buried deep inside me. The horse dropped down but the woman brought him back up. And it was then that his cum spurted out of my pussy like a garden hose with a thumb pressed over the end.

Those last moments before I passed out, again, were cosmic. My eyes jolted open and my mind and body came into unison. I screamed out in orgasm, the most intense yet, and I didn’t understand why until I glanced to the side and nothing looked right. The angles were all wrong. The horse dropped down with a jolt inside me and I was right, again. Not right, but right with what I was thinking I should be … horizontal. Then, I was nearly vertical, again. This time, the jolt wasn’t nearly as severe, he was already jammed deeper inside me than any of the preparation had done. Then, I felt the swelling and the pulsing and my orgasm had another mini crest.

I have heard it said that times of intense experiences, accidents, life threatening situations, that time seems to slow down and minute details are experienced and identified. That’s what this was like. I not only felt his cock swell and pulse with his cum surging through his cock, I could track the pulse through his cock. From my pussy opening, along his cock that I had clamped tightly with my pussy. When he came inside me, I felt the spurts, the gushing of cum pressing for room inside, and finding no room, squeezing out between his cock and my pussy walls. I felt it all … in detail.

Then, I was back to feeling nothing …

* * * CHAPTER 11A will follow * * * Thanks for reading.