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“No, mother, I’m not goin’ to need an allowance– you realize I’m a grown woman now, right?”

“What?! No, I ain’t ‘gonna drink any of dad’s booze. What is the matt– I’m hangin’ up the phone now, okay? Bye.”

Kristen huffed, rolled her eyes for nobody’s benefit other than her own, and did her best to recreate a ‘slamming the phone onto the receiver’ gesture that modern life could afford her: she jammed her thumb into the glass touch screen of her phone to hang up the call. Who did her mother think she was these days? It’s not like she knew what went on at college. She didn’t know that by the second week of her stint in the dorms, she had spent four or five nights passed out on a musty sofa while a party raged on around her until well into the evening. She didn’t know that on the first night Kristen tried a jello shot, she also had her first thirteenth jello shot. Most importantly, her mother definitely didn’t know that same infamous jello shot night, she had also hooked up with not one, but two guys that she didn’t even bother to collect phone numbers for after the sun came up. She stowed her smartphone in the cupholder and grasped the steering wheel of her Jeep with her freed hand.

The aging, rusting Jeep Wrangler bounced down the gravel-and-dirt pathway that subdivided swaths of bending, swaying grasses that stretched out as far as the eye could see. The swards surrounding her parent’s ranch were vast, and mostly unbroken, save for the occasional interrupting vein of a river’s offshoot that had, over time, tattooed themselves onto the swells of green that terminated into a horizon-grasping expanse of prairie. Trouble was, Kristen had spent the last four years of her life navigating the creaking old Jeep through the tight, concrete-lined pathways of the faraway urban center of New York. She was a country girl turned cityslicker who was now about to spend the first summer post-degree doing her best ‘country girl’ impression. As the axles of the rapidly deteriorating vehicle whined and strained while they trundled up what, to her, was barely a road compared to the asphalt she had grown accustomed to, she felt like she wasn’t exactly doing a knock-up job. She had never quite rid herself of that ‘cowgirl’ accent, though.

She careened the complaining vehicle into a hard left as the gravel inexplicably shot off in a random direction. At this point, she could see the farm house sitting pretty at the crest of a hill. Within walking distance of the sprawling, two-story house was the tall-sided cliché of a ‘big red barn,’ which stood next to the paddock that kept the horses. As she rounded the vehicle off into what was, mercifully, the final hook of the winding driveway across the fields and up to the house, she studied the horse paddock off in the distance. She had spent the last four years thinking about everything except horses. Somehow, they represented to her everything that was ‘life on the farm.’ Horses were everywhere when she was a child. They grazed the fields alongside the roads. People rode them to her high school. Being a girl fortunate enough to be raised out under the open, blue sky of the rural countryside, Kristen had spent her fair share of time on horseback. However, the amount of dressage-obsessed teen girls that she had grown up with was enough for Kristen to assign everything equestrian as the primary target of her teen rebellion. When she turned fourteen, she threw out all of her horse-print notebooks and stationary and swore to never again saddle up another one of the equine beasts.

Of course, she was a twenty-two year old woman at this point, and that maligned teen angst had overstayed its welcome. She laughed to herself, smirking at the thought of how stupid the whole feud between her and those muscled, powerful creatures had been. The summer out here was going to be long, and she figured she might as well go pay a visit to the paddock at least once while she was home. Maybe she’d even take one of the big boys out for a ride. Her pitiful Jeep would thank her for the reprieve. Kristen piloted the Jeep up to the front of the house and cranked down the brake pedal. The juddering vehicle slid to a halt, kicking up some pebbles and stones in its wake as the Jeep’s rear wheels locked up. After killing the engine, she gave the steel steed a reassuring pat on the dashboard.

“Thanks for getting me here, ‘lil buddy,” she whispered to her companion as the overheated motor muttered its tick-tock panting from underneath the hood.

Kristen twisted around, reached into the back of the her chariot, and eased the strap of her duffel bag up over her shoulder. The toll of spending the entirety of the three-day journey in the saddle of her Jeep kicked in the moment she slid her rear end off of the cracked, yellowing leather of the front seat and her feet hit the dirt. She groaned, leaned back into the vehicle, and stretched her legs. Lamenting the decision to use the trip back from college as an opportunity for a road trip, stopping in cheap motels and for fast food where necessary, Kristen began the trudge up the steps to the front door of the ranch house.

***

“Mom, dad, I’m home!” Kristen called out just as the pleated curtains of the front door’s window flapped in the breeze caught up in the door’s swing back on its hinges. The rickety front door closing behind her, Kristen slipped a thumb up under her duffel bag strap and crept forward across the squeaking floorboards that sounded like they had passed their centenary while she was off partying at college. She turned through a nearby threshold and into the kitchen to be immediately treated to the sight of the back of her kid sister’s brown-haired head. She was hunched over her laptop at the kitchen table, tapping away at the keyboard.

“Hey, kiddo. Aren’t you glad to see your big sister?” she inquired.

She watched as Cara wiggled one of her hands back over her shoulder in a dismissal, then extend a finger towards her ear to point repeatedly.

“.. yeah, sorry, no, that was just my sister. She’s back from college– no, it’s fine, I can talk still.” Kristen listened as Cara reassured whomever she was speaking to on the phone through earbuds that she wasn’t busy in the slightest.

Kristen rolled her eyes, pushed a lock of her own chestnut brown hair out of her face and decided to make for the stairs. She needed to check out her room. She hadn’t been there in years, but was comforted by seasonal status checks provided by her mother that it was being treated with dignity. Her space had been converted into a craft room for a time, spent time as an office for dad while he was out of work, and was finally rehauled back into Kristen’s temporary living quarters in the weeks before she arrived back home. It just wasn’t economical for her to come back to her home state of Nebraska every holiday, so her parents had assured her that it would be fine for her to save her money for grad school instead and that they would mind the fort. She turned the familiar corner at the top of the splintered, old wood of the stair set and arrived just before the door to her childhood domain. With a delicate push, she opened the door and walked inside.

The room was nothing like she had remembered it, and she attributed that to the fact that her mother appeared to have put the room back together using memories of Kristen from when she was about thirteen years old. Framed posters of old stallions kicking up dust as they reared up lined the walls. Some of them were saddled up by gleeful-looking girls grinning from cheek to cheek as they posed for the camera. American Girl dolls sat on the bookshelves, sporting the leather cap and riding crop of equestrian of the starlets that they were.

“Holy shit, what the fuck, Karen..” Kristen whispered, looking around at the overwhelming decor that screamed ‘I’m a horse girl and I’m proud of it.’ Determined to solve this problem later, she slung the shoulder bag off and down onto the handmade quilted duvet on top of her bed – at least that was the way she had left it, she sighed.

She made her way back down the rickety staircase to the first-floor landing and resolved to seek out her parents who had yet to acknowledge that Kristen had, in fact, not gotten lost. Kristen moved surreptitiously through the house, hoping to get the drop on her folks as they hadn’t exactly gotten the red carpet out for her upon her triumphant return to the homestead. Her efforts to be stealthy were continuously undermined by the overt floorboard whines with every one of her footfalls, but she maintained her measured tip-toeing all the same. After five whole minutes of hide-and-seek, Kristen straightened up and huffed with frustration. They must be outside, she thought to herself, and walked briskly toward the back door of the building.

After pushing her way through the spring-loaded screen door on the back of the house and out onto the opposite side of the wrap-around porch on the back side of the house, Kristen leaned forward onto the railing and scanned the land surrounding her childhood home. The grassy fields had been bathed in amber light as the sun continued its procession towards the horizon. She didn’t see her parents, so she started a lap around the porch. She looked out at the outbuildings that dotted her parent’s property, including the old barn and horse paddock.

“Maybe they’re in there..” Kristen thought to herself before skipping down the nearest set of stairs and into the dirt. She set off towards the barn first, but was able to rule that out within moments of pulling the antique doors open. With only one option remaining, she started for the horse stables. She hadn’t been in her room in four years, but she hadn’t been in the company of the dozen-or-so equine beasts that her parents kept on the land for nearly seven. As she approached, she felt the toe of her sneaker hit the raised concrete slab that the building was built on. She stepped up onto it, crossed over to the front doors, and employed a mighty yank to pull them open along the upper rail. Her parents weren’t inside here, either, but she was not alone. As the light from the outside world pierced the dimness of the space inside, she saw about a dozen pair of enormous black eyes turn to stare at her. She smiled softly, all of the sudden remembering how much she used to love the feeling of being greeted that way when she was a girl. Soft nickering echoed throughout the structure as Kristen proceeded through the double-wide doorway.

“Hey, guys and girls..” Kristen mouthed as she looked around at all of the faces. Some were old, and some were new, but they all looked pleased to see her. She reached to the side of the door and flicked the switch to trigger a cascade of incandescent tube lights to flicker into life, one after the other, from one side of the paddock to the other. Kristen walked down the row of individual stalls that comprised each animal’s apartment until she felt slippery, wet and warm nose press into her exposed shoulder. She turned to face the adventurous beast and giggled.

“Hello to you, too,” she murmured, running a hand up one side of the gigantic Clydesdale’s nose, scratching him gently. The horse was kept on the right-hand side of the paddock, which she remembered from her equine aficionado days as meaning the horse was a ‘he’ – a stallion. The beast trotted forward toward the front of his enclosure, leaned out over the gate, and pressed his enormous muzzle into the side of Kristen’s neck.

“H– hey!” she giggled, pushing the curious beast away from her. The horse neighed playfully before trotting around, pirouetting about in the stall with a swish of his tail. That was when she saw something that made her gasp.

If you’re someone who grew up around horses, there are a couple things that you eventually just go sort of blind to. Horses are beautiful, immaculate creatures, but they’re farm animals all the same. Something that Kristen was blind to, up until this frozen, pregnant pause, was that the horse in front of her was packing a cock that drooped nearly all the way down to the hay on the bottom of his spacious enclosure. The horse cock was about as thick around as Kristen’s forearm and terminated in a bulbous tip that was thick and shaped like an overgrown flat-cap mushroom. She couldn’t bring herself to not look at it. She tried to tear her gaze away, but felt her tongue dribbling a trail of saliva that ran down off of her bottom lip and over her chin. Blushing, she rubbed the back of her hand along her chin to clear away the betraying drool before reminding herself to keep her mouth closed.

“Holy fuck.. It’s so big..” Kristen said to herself with her wide-eyed gaze still needing surgical intervention to be detached from the gargantuan horsedong that was dangling just feet from her.

“How have I never seen that before..” she internally monologued, “I was upstairs shoving sharpies in my ass and this fucking monster was here the whole time.. ?”

Kristen felt her hand reaching for the latch on the stall door, and watched her fingers act of their own accord. The iron rod of the door bolt came open smoothly, untethering the swinging gate from the post that kept it in place. She had stepped around the door and was about to cross into the personal space – and, most importantly, that fat horsey cock that the ebony stallion was dangling – when she heard the front doors to the paddock open wider.

Kristen spun on a heel to face the door she had came in and saw the beaming face of her mother half-sprinting towards her.

“Kristy!” her mother wailed, already sobbing into her daughter’s shoulder.

Kristen hugged her mother back, wrapping both of her arms around her tightly. She couldn’t resist craning her head around, though, to continue studying the intoxicating pipe that the muscle-bound beast was rocking. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do once she had gotten into the stall with the hung horse, but she knew, deep down, that she wasn’t going to be able to cap off this summer visit without finding out.

***

Pleasantries were made over dinner that evening. She filled in her parents and her little sister of all she had gotten up to over the last four years. Some info was new, some of it was old, but she spared them the details of her ‘party girl’ side. Her sister poked and prodded throughout the entirety of dinner trying to jab holes in Kristen’s veil that she held over the raunchier side of college – the side that Kristen knew all too well. She knew that girl was going to be up to no good when she packed off for the bright city lights, herself. Hopefully she’s smart enough to use protection, Kristen mused. One invading thought nagged at her the entire time around the family dinner table, however. She spent minutes at a time gazing down into her plate thinking about that juicy, thick, unbelievably massive horsecock that was penned up across the yard from her. She sat there at the table and hoped that her parents couldn’t read minds; if they had, they would see Kristen’s imagination dominated by images of their daughter getting filled to the breaking point by stallion schlong.

After the plates were cleared and the sun had sank below the horizon, it was time to head to bed for the evening. Like a well-mannered daughter, Kristen helped with the dishes before saying her ‘good nights’ and finding her way back up to the thirteen-year-old-Kristen time capsule that was her bedroom. She shut the door behind her, flicked the overhead light on, flopped onto the bed, and sighed. Her mind was still overwhelmed by thirty-second fragmented loops of the different positions she would take a pounding from that enthralling, 18-inch marebreaker. The wanna-be bitch-in-heat felt the heat between her legs precipitating the wetness underneath her panties. In spite of her instinct, she knew she was getting wet at the thought of being the breeding mare for that stallion waiting for her in the paddock.

After stripping her clothes off and wriggling her plump booty out of her dampened underwear, she changed into a slouchy pair of sweatpants and a loose-fitting tank top. She was going to stave off the intrusive thoughts by calling it a night. If she gave into the temptation of seeing ‘what could be,’ who knows what sort of path she was going to start down? Were all of those ‘horse girls’ she knew in high school addicted to the flavor of horsey spunk? She slipped under the handmade down-feather duvet comforter and curled up inside. After she studied the inside of her eyelids for a while, she would wake up the next morning and forever put to bed the thoughts of sneaking down the stairs, across the yard, and into the stables to see where her curiosity led her.

.. except, that’s not at all what was happening. Shutting her eyes let her imagination run rampant. She lusted after the thought of letting her curiosity get the better of her. Kristen knew that she wasn’t going to be able to stay in bed for another second. In fact, the only way she was going to get any sleep this summer would be to put her slippers on, cross the yard, and indulge whatever dark temptation she was harboring.

Halfway across the moonlit lawn to the horse paddock, Kristen felt her heartbeat quicken. The doors to the building grew closer with every step, and with every step did her heart rate jump up a couple beats per second.

“Holy shit, am I actually doin’ this?” Kristen thought to herself. “What is wrong with me..” she chided, but didn’t for a second consider deviating from her current course of action. Her mind was made up; she was going to sate her curious lust. She was going to feel that throbbing baseball bat of a horse cock using her gaping pussy like she were any of the other mares on the other side of the stables. She wasn’t going to fight the urge any longer – though, after about six hours of continuous fantasizing, she wasn’t sure she could describe that as “fighting it” per-say.

Just as she had earlier that day, Kristen guided the tracked paddock door along the rails and out of her way. She crossed over the threshold and made sure to shut the door tightly behind her. There was no to speak of on the inside, but it was late enough that everyone else would be asleep. Nothing to interrupt her this time. Kristen snapped on the lights inside of the paddock and was greeted with the familiar knickering and neighing that she was used to. She smiled, and approached the gated entrance to the stall where her curiosity had been stoked in the first place. The black-eyed stallion looked down at her and grunted something she couldn’t shake the feeling was a sort of lust-fueled horniness of his own.

Just like before, she undid the latch on the gate and pulled it open. Cautiously, Kristen stepped into the stall with the massive beast. She ran a hand up the side of his face and scratched through his coarse hair.

“Hey there..” she spoke softly, resting her cheek against his. She had heard stories of horses being able to tell when a heated partner was in the vicinity – something to do with pheromones in the air. Or maybe the animal could sense the arousal between her legs. Either way, when she knelt down to get closer than she had ever gotten before to the object of her day-long fantasy, she noticed that the equine stud had apparently ‘grown’ in anticipation of her as well. Instead of the flaccid, soft horse cock that had prompted off this debaucherous indulgence of a visit earlier that day, she was treated to the sight of a rock-hard, foot-and-a-half long and pulsating stallion shaft.

“Oh m’gawd..” Kristen murmured from on her knees underneath the heft of the beast’s belly. She inched up closer to it, close enough to feel the heat of the gargantuan horse dick radiate onto her face. She brought a trembling hand up underneath it and was only barely able to close her hand around the shaft. She gave the engorged member a playful stroke back and forth and heard the object of her horsefucking fantasies whinny softly. She reached up with the hand not grasping his swollen cock and stroked his side.

“Whoa there, guy.. whoa..” she breathed, calming the horse as best she could and calling upon her days as an amateur country girl jockey. “This is ‘gonna be good for both of us.” Kristen stroked her hand back and forth on the girthy meat that barely fit in her hand, and to her surprise, she felt it get somehow even harder than it was previously. Where the horsey member had been soft before, it was completely firm. Kristen blushed at the thought of getting the equine monster’s jollies off, but scooted closer to the monster cock he was packing. With her hand gently stroking him, she brought her mouth up next to the grapefruit-sized balls at the base of his pole and ran her tongue up along one of side of the dangling pair. She planted a messy kiss onto the stallion’s mighty nuts, swirling her tongue round and round on the sensitive skin while she was there. Parting her lips, Kristen was only barely able to suckle one of them into her mouth. With that horse cumfactory in between her lips, she knew she had made the right decision coming down here tonight. But there was something else she wanted even more than that, and that was going to mean she needed to spitshine the beast dangling underneath the beast she was underneath.

She slopped her mouth off of the nut in her gullet, and ran her slobbery tongue up along the slightly fuzzy folds of the equine nuts she was pleasuring. She guided her mouth along the base of the stallion’s pole, slid her tongue until the sheath of his cock ended and the fleshy mouthfeel of the dick she was spitshining began. Then, she was in familiar territory. Truth be told, she had been far from a ‘good girl’ in college. The notches on her belt for cock conquests were extensive. In the beginning, bringing a guy back to her dorm room for a romp under the covers was an exciting exercise in sluttiness. By the twelfth jock cock, it the ‘hunt’ had sort of lost its luster. This dick, though, brought all of that lewd pulse-quickening back to her. What she was doing felt wrong, but she was going to do it all the same. Maybe by the end of her summer stopover at home, she would think horse dick was passé.

Right now, though, as she neared the head of the horse’s cock that rivaled the width of an apple, horse dick was her addiction.

She slipped her parted lips around the head of the horse’s cock and did her best to apply the skillful sucking she had practiced in her college days. She bobbed her head back and forth and coped with the gentle stamping and thrusting of her horsey partner that came every so often. The addictive musk of horse schlong filling her nostrils, Kristen pushed a hand under the waistband of her sweats and began massaging slowly at her quivering snatch. She had to ‘pop!’ her mouth off from around the throbbing horse meat in order to let out an unrepressed moan after she plunged a pair of fingers into her aching pussy.

“Mm-fh!” she groaned, “.. you and me are ‘gonna be best friends this summer, fella..” she said while cradling the horse’s nutsack with both hands and painting on another layer of slobber onto the side of his intoxicating cock. If the ‘horse girls’ of her youth were the ones doing this, she hated them even more – they weren’t sharing. She felt her curiosity once again getting the better of her – though, this time, she didn’t have to hesitate in sating its appetite. She travelled up underneath the horse’s hind legs and up underneath his tail. She gingerly lifted it with one hand and drove her tongue up from behind the speckled pair of nuts she had been busy slobbering on. In college, she had grown addicted to the reactions she would get if she went for the rimjob – most guys loved them once they got them, but needed a little encouragement to try it. Curiosity rearing its head, Kristen wondered if her horsey play partner was any different. She didn’t waste a second – she dove in.

Kristen pushed her tongue into his warm asshole and back out, slathering his O-ring in a coating of her spit. Closing her eyes, she felt her tongue cross onto the wrinkled folds of her partner’s puckered butthole. Swirling her tongue the wrinkled brown eye, she quietly lapped away at the beast’s back door. She could hear him tap his feet against the ground, the faint ‘click, click’ of his hooves touching the hay-lined floor of the stall echoing throughout the building.

“That good, buddy?” she giggled as she heard the gentle beast neigh softly.

Kristen couldn’t stave it off any further. It was time for her to indulge the darkest of those fantasies she had spent the afternoon and early evening turning over in her mind: she wanted this nearly two-foot horsey dong plunged inside of her. Kristen moved with the quickness of a country girl eager to have her pussy pounded. She retrieved the crate from the corner of the stall, overturned it, and guided it up underneath the bulk of her new friend-with-benefits. Kristen wriggled out of her loose-fitting pajamas and lowered her back down onto the surface of the box. With hips straddling the strategically-placed horsey fuck aide, Kristen inched closed toward the horse dick that wiggled back-and-forth with every impatient stamp of the beast’s hooves.

“Almost there, pal.. your bitch in heat is almost there..” she said. She flushed red after she finished her horse-flavored dirty talk. “Am I really about to fuck a fucking horse? Oh my god..” Kristen mulled over. Once she felt the tip of the horse dick line up with the slippery entrance to her cunt, she knew the answer. Apparently, her fuckbuddy did too. The good thing about college boys was that they would do anything to please you – you were fucking them, after all. Horses, though? Kristen learned in an instant that horses are always the ones doing the fucking.

With one, mighty, hole-gaping thrust forward from the beast’s powerful hips, Kristen felt her pussy slam-packed with more cock than she even dared imagine. She felt her chest tighten up, like the wind had been knocked out of her. All she could do was raise her ankles up, dig them into the side of the beast, grasp at the rickety crate she was laying on, and bear it.

“H-HOLY– H- Holy fuck.. Oh my god, oh my god.. “ Kristen screamed as the meaty equivalent of a Louisville slugger impaled her. Not wasting a second, the great animal started pounding away at Kristen just like she were one of the mares on the other side of the building. For all intents and purposes, she was. Her pussy needed a lot of stretching to accommodate the same sheer mass of horse schlong that the average mare took, and it was going to get gaped that way whether or not Kristen was ready for it to, or not.

Those first few thrusts hurt. She wanted to scramble off the makeshift riser and never come back. By the sixth spine-shattering hump, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Okay.. “ Kristen breathed out in a stuttery exhale, getting used to the rhythm of the animalistic farmyard pounding she was getting. “Okay.. I can handle this.. Mmh..” The stallion was doing his best to bury himself all the way up in her guts, and was content on hollowing out her insides to get there. Every thrust shot up into her like his cock was going to supplant her backbone if she let him do it. The pain of the first few thrusts gave way into lightning strikes of pleasure with every one of the animal’s brisk rutting.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.. fucking pound me, pound this little horse-slut..” Kristen moaned while reaching up and grasping at the toned sides of the powerful beast’s body. She clung to the underside of the horny beast’s body and let her head relax back over the edge of the box. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her tongue dangled down out of her mouth in an incessant outpouring of ‘horse girl’ moans and shrieks as the beast used her.

Back and forth, she felt the equine monstercock ream out her pussy. The walls of her well-fucked hole quivered once he drew back from her and tensed up when he plunged back into her with the rampant onslaught of his dicking. Then, she felt him go for the gold. Using his entire hulking mass to drive his cock into her, her horsey friend buried his dick as deep as he could muster in his mare.

Kristen couldn’t even draw up a moan – her mouth was locked open in a silent expression of ecstasy while she felt the horse pump an unimaginable load of verile spunk into her gaped cunt. Gooey, gushing horse sperm flooded her insides, splattering the enough of his brand into her womb that she looked back later on and counted her lucky stars that she wouldn’t get a bun in her oven from a different species. She felt a rushing torrent of horse spunk flood out of what little gap there could be between his cock and her horsecock-sized hole. The fresh load that was pouring down into her from his balls ran down the side of the crate, oozing out over her otherwise untapped asshole and over her asscheeks.

“Mmh..” Kristen moaned, “.. that’s it.. fill your breeding bitch right up, big ‘fella..”

That was when she heard a soft ‘tap-tap-tap’ on a piece of wood near to her. She froze for a moment – though it’s not like she was going anywhere in her fresh-fucked state anyway – and listened. Another ‘tap-tap’ again, and now Kristen was unable to rule it out as a regular part of the barnyard soundscape.

“Don’t mind me, honey..” spoke the voice of Kristen’s mother.

Kristen’s eyes went wide, and a gasp escaped her mouth.

“No, it’s okay. Trust me, sweetie. In fact, you put on quite the show,” Karen said down to her obscured daughter still clinging to the underbelly of her mount. “You’ve got a filthy mouth, young lady, but I can’t blame you – in your circumstances.”

Kristen stayed quiet, listening intently to her mother’s words while the stallion’s rapidly softening cock finally shrunk enough to slide out of her gaped pussy. Uncorked, the stallion’s milky cum flooded out of her beaten-up snatch that was too stretched to prevent the warm gunk from leaking out of her.

“.. maybe you should’ve come home over the holidays after all, huh?” Karen intoned wryly.

“I’ve– “ Kristen began, catching her breath back, “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for, then.” She heard her mother laugh from her vantage point on the horse show.

“Good timing, too..” from her prone position, Kristen listened to her mother’s voice taper off into nothingness, then heard the gate latch lift once more. Pussy still oozing with a fresh deposit of horse babybatter, she layed there without moving a muscle – for that matter, she wasn’t certain she even could after the dicking she had gotten.

“You know, honey, it’s breeding season around here..” Karen murmured softly, and Kristen saw her drop into view, crouching down behind the sexually satisfied stallion. With a devilish intent playing behind her eyes, Kristen watched as her mother sunk two fingers into her gaped-open fuckhole without much resistance. Her bottom lip quivered momentarily before Kristen moaned softly and felt her mother’s fingers slide back out from her well-used pussy. Karen’s hand was slathered in second-hand horse cum, which, to Kristen’s surprise, her mother began lapping off of her gooey fingers and knuckles with a lustful stare right into her daughter’s eyes.

“.. so we’ll be able to use an extra pair of hands,” Karen finished, finally, while simultaneously polishing off the last dribble of horse cum-flavored paste from her hand and shooting a telling wink up at her new farmhand.

Kristen nibbled on her lip for a moment, and stroked the side of the beast who had just given her the ride of her life. She was going to have a lot of work to do this summer.

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Down on the Farm

DOWN ON THE FARM!PROLOGUEThis is an inspiring, but little-known story!  It’s from the early life of one of the great Victorian philanthropists, Sir Roland Butt.  Our hero was just plain Roland Butt when these events took place.  But he never forgot the experience we’re about to relate.  In 1855 Butt’s Farm was a fairly big fruit and livestock farm in Kent.  The farm was just north of Pratt’s Bottom and due south of Elmers End.  (Really!  Look it up on any map of Kent.)  Its young landlord,...

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Maggies Farm

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Maggies Farm

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Maggies Farm

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Frock Farm

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Family Farming

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Modern Farm

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A slut girl tries to help out friends on a goat farm

The July morning sun was warm and very muggy. It would prove to be hot by the end of the day and it would probably rain. Fourteen year old Catherine was walking up the road heading to her home away from home. She had stumbled across Sunnyridge goat farm six years ago while exploring her new neighborhood. Her engineer father and doctor mother had found a new home for them. They both had fulfilling jobs which was something that had not happened before. It was either her Dad was happy or her mom...

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Buster Becs Me IV On the farm

Warning – The following story contains sex between male-male, male-male-male, male-dog, male-horse, male-female, female-dog, female-horse If any of these things offend you, or if any of these things are illegal to read about, in your area, please close this file now. On The Farm. It was now time for me to leave for Uncle Zacs Farm. Mum, Dad & Becs took me to the airport, said their goodbyes, and told me Uncle Zac would be picking me up at the airport. Sure enough, when I came through...

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Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...

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Down on the Farm

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So that what they do down on the farm

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Funny Business Farm

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Trained to be a slut down on the farm

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The Mountain Farm

I have seen the farm, from the distance, on one of my mountain hikes. I could have gone there, walking down on one side of the valley, crossing the brook at its bottom, climbing up the slope on the other side — the border is not guarded, it is hardly marked, I could have gone there and been back and still reached my destination long before dark, but what would have been the use? I took the the water bottle and a piece of bread out of my back pack, sat down on the trunk of a conveniently fallen...

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Terminal Farm

Terminal Farmby slavegirl xDaddyThis is the way I like them best. Mindless, oblivious, walking sex. Of course, part of the charm is that they won't last long. If I had to live with someone like this for any length of time it would be exasperating. A week in her case, that's all the time she has left. Then she'll be finished. There's something incredibly sexy about turning boys into girls and girls into meat.From this distance, you'd be hard-pressed to recognize that she wasn't a natural born...

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Trained to be a slut down on the farm

When the front door open my legs turned to jelly the guy had piecing blue eyes his voice made my heart skip a beat, he was what l would call drop dead gorgeous even for a 70yr old, if he had asked me there and then for a fuck l would have been on my back knicker-less with my legs spread within seconds. He introduced himself as Tom then invited us inside, Tom showed us into the kitchen, l found myself listening intently to his every word, l couldn’t believe he was 70, but my jaw dropped...

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Business at the Farm

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The Farm

The scream broke the tranquillity of the warm, hazy afternoon. That the scream was cut off by a horrid, choking, gurgling noise terrified all who heard it. The afternoon had been calm, unhurried, as the farm workers went about their usual daily routine. Birds sang. A light breeze eased the heat of the sun. There was little humidity in the air. Tall maize, and sunflower, swayed to that slight breeze. It was from the sunflowers that they had come, inappropriate as that seemed. One moment there...

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Granny8217s farm

My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was better than the previous. Great Grandpa La Forge had been offered over $1500 per acre back in the 1800s, but he wouldn’t sell one acre. It had been in the La Forge family since before Missouri...

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End of the Road Farm

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The Story of Ann Chapter 2 My Life on the Farm

Introduction: My life on the farm living with grandma. The Story of Ann Chapter 2: My Life on the Farm I had been shipped off to be raised by my grandmother Mary at the age of sixteen. My mother had disowned me due to me having sex with her live in boy friend that I called Uncle Bill. Grandma Mary was an understanding person and while she told me it was wrong what I had done. She also explained that Uncle Bill had just used me for his own pleasure. I moved in with her on her farm which was...

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Down At The Farm

"There's a 'Help Wanted' sign outside the farm down the road Jenna! Why don't you apply there?" Jenna ran her hand through her platinum blonde hair while rolling her eyes at her Mother's lame idea. Like she really wanted to work on a farm. That just screamed dirty and smelly. But she did need a job to keep her busy. Jenna had just moved to a small town about two hours away from Dallas. She'd lived in the city all her life until her parents randomly decided they wanted to give the 'country life'...

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Bosnian Rape Farm

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Space Farm

By Homealone_447 Leila and Carol were saying goodbye to their mother as her small carrier gained altitude and headed to the closest bazaar to bring provisions. The three women were part of a small group of ranchers that settled in the seventh planet of the Dogada system. The local species of the planet were perfect to commercialize in the meat market. The young sisters were excited because now that Leila had turned eighteen, their mother trusted the maintenance of the ranch to them for...

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Sexy Work At Farm

Sexy work at farm By: sam Hi Iss reader another long story for my readers read this and write to me.i m 24 yrs old we had a big farm n there was no one to take care of it so my dad hire a farmer to farm the land.it was my vacation so I was free.My My Dad asked me if I was interested in farming as I was free those day , I said that I was. He called that farmer, and the Farmer knowing my dad, hired me on the spot. That afternoon my Dad, Mom and I went to the farm. I was to buck hay bails on a...

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Just Another Average Night On the Farm

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The Orphan of Silverwood Farm

THE ORPHAN OF SILVERWOOD FARM by dkb PROLOGUE Charles Wetherby was orphaned twice before reaching adulthood. The first time was a tragedy, the second a liberation. When he was six years old Charles' mother contracted a severe pneumonia and, having a weak constitution, succumbed rapidly. A letter telling of his wife's illness to Charles' father, who was fighting the Great War in France, was returned unread. Lieutenant Wetherby had died in a mortar attack. Charles was therefore...

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The Story of Ann Chapter 2 My Life on the Farm

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My Sister and I Horse around on the Farm

My sister, Kris, called me and was telling me that she had met a guy who she wanted me to meet. She explained that Tom was a guy that she had met at one of her company’s social functions and she had started dating him and she was thinking about moving things to the next level. She wanted me to meet him and I guess give her my approval. I always looked out for my baby sister and she kind of trusted me to tell her the truth about things and look out for her best interest. I love my sister very...

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Booty Farm

BootyFarm! Ever dream of fucking a bodacious blonde farmhand? Do you like simple, time passing games with a touch of porn in them? If you fit that bill, then you just might enjoy the game I have for you. Porn games come in all different varieties. You’ve got the more elite category of good shit like VR porn games, interactive adventures, and full-fledged fuck fests. Then there’s the middle of the road stuff in my opinion. Text-based games with tons of erotic storytelling, visual novels,...

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Animal Lust Case HistoriesChapter 5 Down On The Farm

There can be little doubt that people who live in rural areas have much more of an opportunity to engage in animalism than do their urbane neighbors. Down on the farm children are exposed to sex between animals from the time they are able to walk, see and question while city children must learn sex through what they hear and read. For many farm children watching horses, sheep and other animals rut is their first glimpse into the world that awaits them. Studies have shown that people who have...

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Uncle Darrens Farm

Summers are so fun in my part of the world. Always with friends, watchingmovies or going swimming or even going to camp. But at the end of everysummer, my older brother and I always spend a month or more at unclesranch. It's massive and there is a heap of things to do. Swimming andriding horses are at the top of the list of things to do. This year mybrother and I headed to our uncles ranch earlier than usual. We decided notto go to a camp and we both thought spending time at our uncles ranch...

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Fun on the Farm

It was tough running a farm during WW2. Gas and farm equipment were hard to get, even though farms were essential to the war effort. Even more difficult was good help since the armed forces were gobbling up the prime men and city jobs paid a lot more. Out on the plains it was a long way to town and neighbors weren't very close either. There was limited radio and no television yet. Hattie and Slim were fourth generation wheat farmers way west of Kansas City. They had a lot of land but no kids...

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Shelly On The Farm

Shelly On The Farm by Kent Collins Chapter 1 All I could smell was Frank's liquored breath. All I could feel was his callused, rough hands making my skin buck. It was awful. My own father. Well, really he was my stepfather, but that didn't make it right. I pulled at the waistband of my long-legged silk pajamas to make sure they were still snug. Keeping them on was part of the bargain and so was the tightly buttoned top that I'd fastened at the neck with a safety pin...

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Home On The Farm

My sister Beth and I grew up on a farm in Indiana. Living out in the country was pretty much a dull and restricted sort of life for teenagers. Since we had to ride the school bus, we had no opportunity to participate in extracurricular school activities–it was off to school in the morning and back home right school was out. This schedule cut down on our opportunities for dating, too, since it gave neither of us much chance to develop any kind of serious friendships or romantic relations...

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Back Home from The Farm

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A typical day at the farm

It's my favourite place to go because I get to see my "boyfriend" Herman again, along with all the other dogs and horses there. It's a two hour drive and about halfway there I tend to get impatient, wishing we were there already. My nipples are hard and my pussy is wet with anticipation. We always go down for the weekend, and it's crammed with activities from start to finish. It always leaves me totally drained and exhausted, but I wouldn't miss a chance to go to the farm for...

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Back Home on the Farm

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Lockdown on the farm

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Shweta Aunty Stuck On My Farm

Hello, everyone, this is my first story and I hope you all enjoy it. Let me start with a notice. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead are purely coincidental. My name is aju and I’m 21 years old. This is the story of how I met with the rich aunty Shweta Menon and got to really enjoy her. She has worked in many movies mostly as a milf. The meaning of milf is a mom I’d love to fuck, and yes, I wish she was my mom and that I could fuck...

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Sex in farm

Hi I am Giree from Karnataka. I’m 18. When I came to know about ISSi thought to share my real story to all of u. It is a very true story. Right now i study 12th. Last year in vacations after my 11th, i visited my native place. Two of my uncles stay there. Both in the same house. A joint family. They both are farmers. We have 21 acres of farm. My smaller uncle had two children. One was small any and the another one was of my age. The other uncle had 4 children. All of them are married. A...

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The Davis Farm

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A Night on the Farm

It was late and we still had many miles to go. I was travelling with James, a gay friend of mine, and after landing a couple of days ago in El Paso, we had driven up through New Mexico, and now were heading to the area known as the Four Corners, where the four states of Arizona, Utah, Colorado and New Mexico meet. The reason for the trip was to look for some quite rare species of cactus plants, the collecting and cultivation of which were an unusual passion of mine. On field trips such as...

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Refugees IIChapter 4 An Experimental Farm

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A Mercenarys TaleChapter 2 The Farm

As they made their way towards the centre of the village, Simon was walking along side Donald leading his horses. When they arrived, they were surprised that Felix’s body was still lying in the street. It was obvious that some animals had gnawed on it during the night. “Why hasn’t someone moved his body?” Donald enquired of the folk standing around. “It’s up to the relatives to deal with the body,” one of the men told him. “So what happens if there are no relatives? Is it just left in the...

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Grandmas Farm

Grandma Hazel had four siblings; all boys. She was the third child and the only female of the five children. Thomas was the oldest child followed by, George, then Grandma Hazel, later Earl and Walter, the youngest boy. Her brothers were very protective of her and chased off any boyfriend that didn’t meet the high standards they had set for her. Grandma Hazel worked the farm right alongside her brothers and was considered by most as being a tough, but beautiful girl. She could toss a bale of...

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Femdom Farm

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Jeff Leaves the Farm

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Mothers Milk Farm

Molly had celebrated her sixteenth birthday at a wild lesbian party on Valentine's Day; Rachael was three months older, but really submissive, always preferring to be tied up during childhood rough and tumble games.Sex Education in this Erotic Literature Fantasy Land is highly problematic for teachers and students alike. As the High School Human Biology Teacher, Ms Lizzy Jones has to ensure that only the sixteen-year-olds are allowed to talk about human reproduction and sexuality, promulgating...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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The Stud Farm

This is a purely fantasy storyEveryone knows that for some couples it is hard to get pregnant. When it is down to the guy having a low sperm count (or no sperm at all) then there are the sperm banks. However, these are very expensive and have a high failure rate. Also with the change in law in the UK a few years ago the donors of the sperm can no longer remain anonymous. An enterprising couple decided that they would provide a different service. They would keep the idea of selecting the best...

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Auction At The Farm

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Seduced on the farm

This happened a few years back. I had recently left the service. I was in the Navy, CB’s, and after 6 years, I finally left. I was only 25 at the time, and came back home, to Oklahoma. The town I am from was okay size, around 20 thousand people, so there was plenty to do there, but jobs were hard to come by. When I moved back, I stayed with my mom and younger sister, Julie. My sister was 21 and just finishing up college, and lucky for her, she could live at home while attending school. Our dad...

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