ST-025 Velvet's Sweet Stallion
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Chapter 1

"Oh, Frank, fuck me with that big cock of yours again."

Frank Felton looked at his wife laying spreadeagled on the bed before him.
He'd fuck her again all right.

It was his pleasure. He watched her fingers play with the folds of her
cunt and then twiddle about her swollen clit. The lewd sight made his cock
lurch.

He had just banged the shit out of her and she was pining for more. About
the only thing that hadn't changed over the past thirteen years was the way
they fucked.

He had married Arabella precisely because he had fallen in love with her
charms. But as the years wore on he began to see the hidden parts of her.

At the tender age of thirty-three, Arabella was experiencing an age of
unrequited lust. The damn broad was hot as a firecracker and horny as hell.

"Raise up your knees so I can rub the head on your cunt."

Arabella Felton tucked her knees under her chin so that her cunt gaped
open for her husband's tender teasings. She was panting and her cunt lips
twitched.

His wife never looked more beautiful when she was laying naked on the bed
with her cunt gaping open for his pleasure. He rubbed her with his cock
head.

As the rubbery tip surged with blood, his pokings became felt by his hot
wife and she began to writhe in place, never once moving her cunt out of
position.

One of the rewards of being Frank Felton's wife was to have at your
command his magnificent cock. Outside of that, there was a million
drawbacks.

Sure Frank Felton was a rich man, and he had showered his wife with all
the advantages of his fortune, but he was a compulsive wife beater, as well
as a cheat.

Frank had a bevy of kept women on the side. It was one of the fringe
benefits of being rich. You could command all of the cunt that you desired.

And Frank Felton's massive cock, hung like a horse said all the women who
had loved him, had an appetite as staunch as the blood-filled constrictor
it was.

As he petted his wife's cunt with his bloating pole, her spasming cunt
lips played with the very tip of it. Soon it was throbbing and stiff as a
board.

"Put it in me, Frank, I can't wait any longer. Oh, please, do it."

The head was filled with blood and hard as a rock. The tip of the prick
looked like a sculptured mushroom head, that had been chiseled into his
flesh.

The bulbous head stood atop his cock like a hungry snake looking for its
next meal. The sight of his blood gorged cock always had the effect of
making Arabella wild.

Her pretty blue eyes were bugging out from her head. Her long blond hair
was soaked with sweat from the tremendous orgasm she had just experienced
from that thing.

But no sooner had his cock pulled out of her than she was begging to be
fucked again. The truth was that Arabella just couldn't get enough of his
cock.

Once you were fucked by Frank Felton, there wasn't another cock that could
come close to it in its power. The orgasms she had with her husband were
intense.

She looked down at her gaping pussy and saw his cock head disappear from
view and bury itself up her gash. She let out a soft sigh of utter delight.

Once a girl had been fucked by that cock of his, there was no other cock
that could satisfy her. She could fuck her brains out and never find
another like his.

She watched his pole sear into her cunt meat and spread the lips out of
shape. The bulbous cock head felt like a baseball boring home inside her.

He lodged the entire length of his staff inside her before he started to
pump back and forth. By that time, Arabella's eyes were rolling in her 
head.

With each long stroke of his massive cock she let out a heated gasp. As
her tract became used to the enormous protruberence she eased herself onto
him.

First she concentrated on snapping her cunt well around the invader. He
felt her tract contract and expand around his hard cock while he plunged
in.

Then, as he pulled out, her cunt snapped onto his dick with the force of a
suction pump in a futile effort to stop his mean piece of man meat from
dislodging.

As the walls secreted her dew of love from the frantic friction of his
moving cock, Arabella managed to lift her ass off the bed and buck into his
attack.

He reached underneath her and grabbed her chunky assglobes in his strong
hands. Her husband's hands were still hard and calloused from the day's he
ran the ranch.

Before he had built his fortune, Frank Felton had been an expert breeder
of champion thoroughbreds. These duties were now reserved for the ranch
hands

"Long dick me, Frank, right up to your balls so I can feel them."

Arabella liked it when her husband built up a fearful rhythm. His pokes
into her felt like thunderbolts charged with the power of hot lightning.

She especially liked it when she could feel that huge cock head of his
bang deep inside the well of her cunt while at the same time his scrotum
sac pressed against her lips.

That made her feel filled to the brim and totally a woman. That's how she
had fallen in love with him. It was only much later that she had come to
hate him.

"Move into me. Suck my cock into you. Let me feel it."

Arabella tightened the muscles inside of her and drew on her husband's
cock. It sizzled inside of her like a live snake, filling her with
sensational ripples.

The ripples swept over her body like a current of electricity. When 
Frank's cock was embedded totally inside of her she felt plugged, whole,
was the feeling.

Only he could make her feel whole, that she was one with another, a
free-flowing half in need of its loving partner. Oh damn him for cheating
on her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, oh shit, fuck me, fuck me, ahhhhhhhh..."

His cock withdrew all the way out of her gash, snapping the contorted open
cunt lips closed, before it started its inexorable drive back into her
well.

Arabella's pretty blue eyes were hidden from view. They were stuck far up
her head, and nothing showed through her half-closed slits except the
whites.

Every time he fucked her it felt like her husband was playing her like an
instrument. His cock was the bow, and she was the fiddle. Together, they
made music.

His pole lambasted her from every angle. Combined with its enormous size
it felt like she was being threaded together by a giant weaving needle made
of flesh.

He would angle off the both sides and wham into her with glancing blows.
Her cunt meat stretched and pulled from side to side to admit the slanted
entries.

Then when she had gotten used to the side-angle poking, he would bear
directly on her cunt and lay into her head on with the full force of his
weight.

And that point it was impossible for Arabella to move. Her muscles were at
his command. He had taken over her body to be used only for his pleasure.

That feeling of being dominated and pulverized - his fiery love making -
always succeeded in propelling her into a rapturous succession of searing
spasms.

"I love the way you fuck me. Do it harder, please, HARDER!"

He gripped her chunky cheeks and drove his cock especially deep inside
her. Pig-like squeaks of joy rushed out like bullets from her fevered lips.

Her body stopped spasming and she succumbed to a continuous orgasm. Her 
body pulsed a beet red and the expression froze on her pretty,
sweat-drenched face.

At the moment of impact, her husband pulled out his dick in a flash and
brought his wet cock up to her face. Her mouth opened wide and accepted it.

She tasted her own sweet dew on his staff and then pressed the cock head
between her lips. She curled her tongue underneath it and sucked hard to
draw come.

He effort was rewarded when after a very short moment his load spewed
forth and painted her tongue white. His pumping cock filled her mouth to
the brim.

Inflamed as she was from her husband's royal fucking, Arabella Felton
swallowed down every steamy drop of his gooey mass of sperm. Her hand wrung
it dry.

With the head still in her mouth she accepted the last pearly drop of his
elixir and lapped it down. A contented kitten, she flashed her eyes up at
him.

"What is it, Frank, what are you looking at outside?"

"I'm watching Velvet. She's got that ornery stallion again."

"You mean the one that threw the ranch foreman for a loop?"

"That's the one. The stud seems so calm when he's with her."

Velvet was the Felton's lovely daughter. Even the ranch hands were amazed
at how the bristling buck took to the young girl's sweet exhortations.

No one else on the ranch dare go near the brute. Yet Velvet had absolutely
no fear of him whatsoever. In fact, the horse was different when with her.

That horse which Velvet now rode around the training corral had thrown
every other rider who had previously attempted to break him in, except
Velvet.

It was a beautiful specimen of a horse, One that would pay top dollar
could he ever tame the beast to ride as a thoroughbred. But it was
hopeless.

Yet Velvet was riding him now like the horse was some thoroughly trained
lap dog. It boggled the mind to see how the beast succumbed to her will. 
"What is it, Frank. What are you thinking about, huh?"

"I was thinking about how that horse takes so easily to Velvet."

"What's the big deal? They have a pet-like, loving relationship."

"I would like to think that's the only thing going on with them."

"Why, Frank Felton, what do you mean? We're talking about Velvet."

No one had to remind him that Velvet was the apple in his eye. Ever since
he had lost his love for his wife, that gap had been replaced by Velvet.

Velvet was not only his daughter, but the symbol of all women. Arabella
was nothing more than a piece of gash in his eyes now. The love had died
years ago.

But his hope of a love that was greater than he felt for himself spring
eternal in the person of his beautiful daughter. She had a beauty all her
own.

Back when they had first been married, he had thought Arabella to be a
fine-looking woman. But as the years bore on, she attracted him less and
less.

Sure, she was beautiful, but it was like going to the well once too often.
He had experienced every inch of her at least a million times over.

The thrill, needless to say, was gone. With it had gone all his faith in
woman in general. But as Velvet grew and assumed her beauty, his hope rose
up.

He began to cherish the female spirit once again. Watching her bud and
grow and blossom into a woman had been the most thrilling experience of her
life.

She was barely thirteen and already her breasts sprouted proudly in front
of her and inspired carnal desires. Her long brown hair was different than
her mother's.

In fact, the two of them were so much different in every way. Arabella was
a blond, and Velvet had long, sensuous brown hair that she kept in long
braids.

Her mother's eyes were the palest blue. But Velvet's eyes were a deep
black shade. It kept her shrouded in an air of mystery and advertised her 
regal stature.

That was the big difference between the mother and daughter as far as he
was concerned. Velvet looked like nobility. Arabella was from common stock.

Velvet was the first of a new breed of Feltons. They were no longer a
family of ranchers. They were a proud and influential family that ruled the
land.

Without them the county of Lairsyille would cease to exist, and probably
the state capital as well. His money stretched like tentacles over the
whole state.

Just by snapping his fingers he could stop the sale of every horse that
flowed from the state. His railroad cars were the only means of
transportation.

Many times he had tried to have a son. But after Velvet, Arabella had
proved to be less than fertile. It was partly why he searched out the
company of other women.

"Don't let it bother you, Frank, she's just enjoying herself."

"But why does she have to spend so much time with the beast?"

"It's lonely out here. There's no one around her age, you know."

"I know. But it makes me boil to see her pay that animal so much
attention.

He was determined to not make the same mistakes with Velvet that his
father had made with him. He wasn't going to force her to do anything she
didn't like.

His wife came over to him by the window. She clasped his deflating cock in
her pretty hand, her fingernails painted a deep, glossy red, and looked out
the window.

It was just like Velvet to do something that everyone else found
impossible. There was something about her daughter that had always struck
her as strange.

She didn't seem to have the same interests and desires that were normal
for a girl her age. In fact, Velvet had always acted rather peculiar in the
eyes of her mother.

For instance, she never cared whether she had a birthday party or not. It
didn't seem to faze her in the least that there were no children around to
play with it.

"I think she's lonely, Frank, that's why she befriends the stallion."

It was hard for him to think with her hand jerking his cock.

"No, that has nothing to do with it. Don't compare her with you."

That remark cut into Arabella. Her face turned into a veil of hurt.

Arabella was used to being put down by her hubby. They had fallen out of
love years ago. The only thing that kept them together was lust.

She, because she could not find another cock like his that could satisfy
her and, he, not wanting to mar the budding Felton family name with a
sordid divorce.

The noble stature his family name had achieved had come after years of
backbreaking work. He'd be damned if he was to throw it away over some hot
tramp.

God knows he knew plenty of women. Anyone of them would fall at his feet
and kiss his toes at the snap of his fingers But respectability was what he
aimed at.

"How is it that she's able to handle the horse so well?"

"I have no idea. It does seem to be infatuated with her."

Oh, Frank, don't be ridiculous. How can you tell that?"

Her hand kept on strumming his flaccid foreskin. If she continued pawing
him like this he was sure to get another bone-on pronto. She was real lusty
today.

Maybe it was because he hadn't fucked her in a month of Sundays. It was
not that he had any trouble getting it up. It was just that he was bored.

Lately Arabella had been more than affectionate. It was that hot, thirties
trip that she was into. She was in her era of extreme sexual passion.

As she strummed his dick back into shape, his shank of meat so large that
it nearly hung out from the open window, he kept watching Velvet ride the
horse.

"You can tell when a horse is happy with its rider. Can't you tell."

"Honestly, Frank, I think you're dreaming. What are you talking about?"

It was no use talking to a cunt. A cunt was a dumb piece of meat and that
was exactly the reaction he had come to expect from his wife whenever he
talked to her.

She had absolutely no sixth sense about things at all. If it wasn't
plastered right in front of her nose and getting ready to bite her head
off, she was oblivious.

She continued mauling his heavy shank of cock and got hot from her playful
fondling. Her red-tipped claws played with his heavy sac of balls.

They both watched as their daughter lowered her head and bent forward onto
the horse's mane. From this distance, their figures merged into one.

They looked like a beast with two heads, one animal, the other human. He
could swear he saw his daughter's breasts rub against the nape of the
horse's neck.

As they rode inside the corral in the direction of the setting sun, he
could see the beast's ass and his daughter's bob in unison to their
charging rhythm.

He thought he saw his daughter's flanks digging into the saddle and
gyrating in a circle atop the horse's back. He strained his eyes into the
red sun.

"Arabella, did you see that? Velvet, she's playing with herself."

Without letting go of his cock she fastened her gaze on their figure.

"That's silly, Frank, she's just bobbing herself up and down."

He wondered if his wife was just dense, or that she was so brimming with
lust that she couldn't make out what her eyes were telling her, the stupid
bitch.

Anyone with half a mind could clearly see that she was getting herself off
by slamming her aroused pussy into the smooth leather saddle underneath
her.

It was difficult to make out their separate figures for their colors were 
so closely shaded. The horse's bluish-black hide was shaded more blue in
the red setting sun.

As he watched his daughter's blue-jeaned ass bob up and down, it was only
the sharply defined brown line of the saddle that split their buttocks.

Otherwise, if not for the saddle, that her hot inner thighs dug into, the
horse and the girl both gave the illusion of being the same unique entity.

Like a chimera from days of old, they pranced around the spacious canal.
He could tell that the horse felt proud of its rider by its cocky gait.

The horse pranced about very defiantly, almost daring someone to come upon
them and try to break them apart. No one moved a muscle, except Arabella.

She had stopped strumming her husband's big cock the moment it gave an
indication of gorging with blood. Then she bent down and sucked it in her
mouth.

There were advantages, obviously, to the new woman that Arabella had
become. She was a trifle annoying, it was true, but it was more of a
blessing, really.

It would be a wimp of a man who complained about his wife's incessant love
making. Frank Felton was not a wimp. Nor was he a faithful husband.

But he was a loving father. There was nothing he had ever denied his
daughter. He hated to see her alone like this, though she never once
complained to him.

He did not want her cavorting around with the common folk. He didn't want
some ranch hand nailing her by the time she was sixteen and getting bold of
his fortune.

He knew, from his own days as a rancher, that horsemen were lusty blokes,
and right now, just like he would've, they were thinking of how to get some
of his money.

The easiest way would be to nail his daughter. If she fell in love with
one of them, after being seduced, to please her he would have to let her
marry him.

And he also didn't want her socializing with any of the boys from the
neighboring farms. They were all low class and boors. Velvet needed a man
of high breeding. His goal was to have his daughter marry into a family
worthy of her station. Perhaps, some old inherited money from the Northeast
would find her attractive.

Then he could consolidate his power. With his money and theirs they could
stretch their tentacles of power throughout the whole land, nevermind the
state.

He was trying to think these things out clearly in his head. But his
wife's mouth sucked on his throbbing cock head making his staff stiffen to
hardness.

He looked down and watched her red lips encircle the rim of the cock head
and then very slowly, and inch by inch, gobble down more of his lengthy
staff.

About half of his engorging monster in her mouth. He could see and feel
her tongue lovingly lap every inch of his tool that was lodged inside her
trap.

She was not satisfied that she had successfully managed to fit in her
mouth half of his staff, and she endeavored to suck down even more of his
pole.

He watched her, completely forgetting about his daughter who brazenly rode
her steed up and down the length of the training corral at full speed.

He did not see her meaty ass bob up and down on her saddle at an ever
quickening pace as her juices boiled up inside of her. He kept watching his
wife.

Amazingly, she had lodged the greater portion of his hardening pole firmly
between her lips. His bulbous cock head banged against the back of her
throat.

She knelt before him with her knees bent outward. As one hand clutched the
base of his pole and pulled it into her mouth, her free hand played with
her open gash.

She was hypnotized by the sight, feel and taste of her husband's
magnificent cock. Somehow, it made her feel more lusty knowing that her
husband was a brute.

The fact that he treated her cheaply was right now turning her on. She
wondered exactly how many woman had tasted his shank of man meat.

How many women bad been snaked by that beastly cock of his? Was it fifty,
a hundred, or more? Blood gorged to the limit it was an awe-inspiring 
sight.

She pulled it from her mouth and revelled in its decadent form. Her eyes
seemed to drink it in. The monstrous tip stared directly at her, like it
was alive, and seeing.

She gasped and then took it between her tits. Arabella's tits were firm,
meaty nodules that held themselves high and proudly on her chest.

It was one feature that her daughter had inherited from her. She was
destined to have a large set of eye-popping breasts just like her
well-endowed mother.

Her husband's cock barely fit in between her ample globes. She could not
encircle the humongous staff with their meat. It burned in her cleavage.

The more she ran her tits up and down its length, the hotter Arabella
became. She could not resist mouthing the head while her tits strummed the
staff.

Her lust overtook her. She became a passion-filled whore.

"Frank, take my ass. Fuck me in the ass. Put it in deep."

Without waiting for an answer, she held onto his cock and turned over and
set herself on her knees. She probed the tip of his prick in the crack of
her ass.

He took his cock out of her clutches and ran it along the crack of her
gash. The tip became wet with love dew.

Then he poked her clit a few times with the head to tease her. She parted
her asscheeks with her red-tipped fingers.

Both holes were bared for his inspection. He could chose either the pink
one or the smaller brown one.

He picked the brown one.
Chapter 2

Velvet rode the daylights out of her stallion. The red sun hung in the air
a long, tenuous moment.

Then it fell from the horizon and just as quickly it was night time. An 
eerie purple permeated the ranch.

The cool fragrance of the prairie wind filled her nostrils. Velvet nose
flared up like a horse.

Her stallion was used to every maneuver his rider was able to engineer.
They took to one another like they had been made especially for that
purpose.

Velvet made sure that she rubbed her cunt through her pants across the top
of the smooth leather saddle. She spasmed a little and rocked on her horse.

Her breaths increased in vigor and her brow beaded up with sweat. She rode
faster and bent her frame onto the horse's neck. Her tits rubbed his mane.

Her tongue swiped along her wet lips at a furious pace. Like a lizard's
tongue it darted in and out from between her lips. Her face was very
serious.

The object of this game was to build up enough steam with her stud so that
her aroused cunt could press against the saddle in a furious rhythm.

The horse's bouncing gait snapped her inner thighs against her nice
saddle. She loved the saddle as much as her horse. It sent ripples of
pleasure pulsing through her.

The faster her horse ran the more her crack could smack against the hard
leather. Her ass mounds jutted against the saddle like two firm and meaty
bulbs.

The horse stepped up his pace to a full gallop. Her ass and cunt fell down
on the top of the saddle in steady thunderous snaps of the meeting of flesh
and leather.

She whipped her cunt and sensitive mounds into a frenzy until her spasms
increased to a steady succession that made her vibrate in seething
pleasure.

She made sure she dug her cut into the of the saddle horn so as to
irritate sensitive area and bring it into play. She trying desperately to
come.

Velvet Felton did not know this. In her mind, she was just riding her
horse and enjoying herself. But her inner parts kept on smacking against
that leather.

She settle onto the saddle and pulled her horse up. The horse slowed his
pace at her command. It began prancing about the corral at a comfortable
speed.

Velvet directed her steed to the stables. Her crotch was wet from the cunt
juice that had seeped out of her. She had nearly succumbed to a orgasm.

As it was, her hot seething spasm had already afforded her much rapture.
She was pleasantly glowing as she led the horse into the barn. It went
directly to the stall.

Once in the stall she dismounted and prepared to brush down her horse.
This was the best part of all. She loved brushing her horse, and fondling
it.

She took off her blouse and went in front of it wearing just her tight
jeans. Her nice tit mounds were firm and topped with cherry-like pert
nipples.

Her nipples were hard and protruding proudly from her meaty tits. She
rubbed them in her hands and then brushed the hard red nubs along the
horse's face.

Velvet loved to feel his felt hide on her hot tits. It always inflamed
her. Sometimes the action itself made her come. Nothing else, just rubbing
her tits like that.

She put the horse's nose in her cleavage and kissed it on the nose. Than
she ran her tongue along the furry face and planted sweet kisses upon it.

She was working herself into that state where she lost control of herself.
It was happening to her again. That feeling that she always got about now.

Sometimes she could resist it, but then sometimes it overtook her.
Sometimes she could not help but think of the horse as much more than just
her pet.

The horse became her lover! It was no longer and 'it', but a 'he'. He, the
horse, had a name too. His name was Vulcan, and his hide was made of pure
felt.

When the horse's hide was sweaty after a long workout, it glistened like a
blanket made of blue velvet. She had considered calling him Blue Streak,
but changed her mind.

Her Vulcan was only a beast on the surface. Velvet knew him as a person. 
She scared herself when she thought this way but it was nevertheless the
case.

Sometimes she got so hot playing with her tits on the horse's face that
her mind expanded and she thought of the horse as her one and only true
love.

Her better half knew that the arrangement was impossible, that it was a
beast and she was a young woman. But when she thought of the horse as
Vulcan, everything changed.

He was a dream lover. The fact that he was a horse was secondary, She had
never known the love of a man. So she could imagine the beast had charming
characteristics.

She took up the brush and began to brush his velvety hide. She brushed
around the straps of the saddle and then onto the belly. Both hands worked
the brush.

Slowly she writhed her body underneath the horse. There it was, right in
front of her eyes. That thing. That was the only word she could think of to
call it.

Velvet's greatest unconscious desire was to touch that thing. In her
dreams she always did. But those dreams had always remained buried deep
inside her.

She was too young and confused to be aware of the demons that preyed in
her dark spirit. But they controlled her nevertheless, even at this moment.

She had often positioned herself underneath the horse as she brushed it.
She had always done so with the unconscious motive to glance at his thing.

She had seen Vulcan's cock many times before. But she had never had the
nerve to touch it, except in her dreams. In her dreams, but never in real
life.

She looked down at her well developed breasts. The nipples were hard and
swollen. Her cunt too was throbbing hotly and the juices streamed freely
out of her.

She put a finger on her hot clit and strummed it. Like a ball bearing
rolling in heavy grease she dilated her cunt. Her eyes were fixed on the
horsecock.

This Vulcan was a devil. He was using the horse. He seduced Velvet with 
his big cock. How did Vulcan know that she had a weakness for big pricks?

Should she touch it? God, she wanted to so badly. Her sensitive parts were
on fire. Her nipples surged with blood and her clit swelled out from the
lip of her cunt.

She reached a hand up and gently touched the very tip of the thing. It
felt like a piece of leather. She swore she felt it lurch a little when she
touched it.

She couldn't resist taking the greater portion of it and weighing it in
her hand. Her fingers pressed around it and felt its firm but spongy
texture.

The more she pawed it the hotter her cunt glowed. She pushed a finger
inside her gash and felt her soppy insides. Her throbbing nipples
threatened to burst.

She felt the veins of the monstrous staff through their leather-like
coating. The horse shifted its position a little. She felt the cock lurch
in her hand.

The cock grew in size two inches. Velvet flicked her lids to make sure she
wasn't seeing things. It was true. In a bat of an eye the snake had sprung
to life.

She felt the blood surging into the staff with her gripping paw. As it
rose up before her eyes the foreskin became taut and shiny as black
leather.

The more it grew the more her eyes drank in its lewd sight. Her sordid
dreams buried inside of her made themselves known to her consciousness for
the first time.

She put her other hand on the cock and began to jerk it. She had to see
how big it could become. Vulcan's cock had her hypnotized with its power.

A brutal instrument gave birth in her hands. The horsecock was enormous.
It measured more than a foot in length, perhaps even as much as fifteen
inches.

She felt it throbbing in her hands. She sighed a low-pitched moan of
delight. She imagined herself kissing that thing. Her lips pursed and she
bent her head.

She placed her palms directly underneath the blood gorged monster and 
brought it up to her lips. Then she kissed the bulbous head and right on
down the staff.

At the stem the cock head poked into her fleshy tits. It burned into her
bulbs and inflamed her. Her passion pulsed in her brain and she became
frantic.

Now she began to lick the pole with her wet tongue. The ebony pole
glistened like a big black tusk from her drool. Her hands massaged the
balls.

Her nicely painted red fingernails were buried in the puckered folds of
the massive black sac. She held each large nugget individually and tenderly
squeezed.

She held part of the cock between her tits while she ran her tongue along
the rest of it. The mammoth length of the snake had her on the brink of
passion.

She was mad with lust. Vulcan was a devil and now so was she. She imagined
little horns sprouting out from her forehead in between her brown hair.

She grabbed the pole one hand on top of the other. She brought it to her
face and rubbed the rock hard cock head all over her pretty features.

She ran it first on her forehead and then along the trace of her closed
eyelids. She felt its weight on the tip of her nose and brushed it on her
cheeks.

She felt its power pulsing through her hands and burning onto her face.-
She sighed passionately and kept her mouth open. She kissed the slit at the
tip.

She ran her tongue inside the slit as far as it would go. A first fleck of
semen dislodged from the tip and she felt it on her tongue. She tasted it.

It had a bittersweet edge to it. It had tasted sweet at the tip of her
tongue and then became bitter at the back of her throat. On the whole, it
wasn't bad.

She scratched the taut surface of the black foreskin with her nicely
painted nails. Her lips sucked on the cock head endeavoring to withdraw
more semen.

Slowly she captured the bulbous tip in between her lips. Her wet brims
gripped the sharply defined ridge of the cock head. Her tongue pressed 
against it.

She licked the black head in her mouth. Her cheeks were drawn in allowing
her to pull on the tip with some suction. She began jerking the pole.

Both hands gripped the foreskin, which was immovable, and skidded along
the bone hard surface. She gingerly lapped, licked and sucked on the
bloated cock head.

She was not sucking a horse, but her precious Vulcan. Vulcan was a god in
the guise of a beast. The hugeness of his cock was an indication of his
power.

She ate the tip and became anxious to taste the rest. She ran her lips and
tongue over the entire length of the staff and even mouthed the balls.

The tool gleamed with her spit as she snuck her head underneath the
massive staff to work on the balls. She kissed the sac first, and then
licked it.

She felt the huge nugget with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth wide
and captured it between her lips. Her tongue lapped over it inside her
mouth.

Then she repeated the same exercise with the other ball. The tremendous
weight and size of the nugget fascinated her. She endeavored to mouth both
of them at once.

It was an impossible task that made Velvet frantic. She could, not
engineer the accomplishment. One massive ball hung along her cheek of her
face.

She was hotter than ever and went back to jerking the pole. She was
determined to draw come from the beast and to do whatever it took to make
it happen.

She rubbed the cock along her tits and even managed to lay the hot staff
across her gaping cunt, after she had wrested off her pair of tight-fitting
jeans.

She laid it directly across her hot gash and felt her cunt lips palpitate
from the feel of meat against meat. She played with it on her clit.

She laid back on her haunches, her feet planted firmly on the dirt floor
of the stall, and with the cock in hand she spread her knees apart.

This gaped open her hairless cunt, and she took the tip of the prick and
rubbed it against her swollen clit. She stared and moaned at her own work.

The black snake contrasted nicely with her freshly painted red
fingernails. The angry red color of her aroused cunt framed the poking
black head.

Her meat was raw from rubbing it against the horsecock. She knew there was
no way she could fit that thing in her gash but she was eager to give it a
try.

She raised her ass up and straightened her elbow to try and accomplish the
feat. Her little pink hole barely parted to allow her juices to stream
forth.

She felt the bulbous tip press against her cunt folds. She pulled it hard
into her cunt but it was an impossible fit. Her hole budded open nary an
inch.

Her failure left her hotter than when she had first attempted it. She let
go of the pole and turned over on hands and knees. The cock rubbed against
her flanks.

She got off on the feeling of the burning staff throbbing against her hot
asscheeks.

She pressed it against them and managed to fit the thing in the crack of
her ass.

She frigged the horsecock by moving back and forth in place. The tip of
the prick rubbed against her wet cunt lips, the rest of the staff lodged
between her cheeks.

Each obscene action only increased her passion that much more. The size
and weight of the thing was inflaming her, yet she could reach
satisfaction.

She turned about and took the cock in both hands and rubbed it over every
inch of her front. She cradled it in her arms like it was a new born baby.

Her face was flushed and her nipples swollen. Her breaths were short,
heavy gasps of sensuous delight. Her cunt was tingling and the lips wet.

She bobbed a little in place as she tugged on the rock hard pole. Her
shakiness was due to her seething anxiety to enjoy every square inch of the
cock.

She kissed it, fondled it, jerked it, mouthed it, licked it, rubbed it on
her face and tits and then along the avenue of her sweet and gaping cunt
lips.

She settled down on her ass with her legs crossed. She brought the cock to
her face and kept on jerking it with her hands. She was the sac of balls
shaking.

She put the cock head back in her mouth and drew hard with her lips. She
tugged on the staff with both her gripping hands and squealed in pleasure.

She was obsessed with the idea of drawing out Vulcan's come. Loud slurping
sounds filled the barn from her maniacal sucking. Vulcan's feet began
shifting.

She pulled frantically on the cock and sucked harder. Her tits jiggled in
place and her cunt ached terribly. Her jaws hurt from sucking so hard.

She felt the staff lurch in her grip and strummed her hands fiercely up
and down. The cock head lay on her tongue and she awaited the first spurt
of come.

Horsescum flew out the big slit at the tip of the prick and splashed onto
her tongue. She lapped on the head and then swallowed down that mass of
steamy goo.

The cock palpitated wildly in her hands threatening to explode its veins
any second. She kept tugging on it like mad, determined to clean out every
drop.

The pumping staff filled her mouth with white slime that Velvet eagerly
lapped down. The more horsescum she ate, the more inflamed she became and
wanted more.

When the cock stopped pumping she groaned in displeasure. She could feel
her belly bloated with a mass of come and yet wanted more. She kept
strumming.

Her hands squeezed the staff very hard and felt the veins squish in their
places, and her mouth sucked like a maniac the quickly deflating cock head.

She drained the snake dry of every drop of its frothy white venom and then
cleaned the staff with her licking tongue. The foreskin dulled of its shiny
blackness.

The cock shriveled up into a flaccid black pole draped in droopy folds of
brown leather. It was no longer Vulcan's cock, but a beast's cock.

Velvet got up from the dirt floor, her cheeks and chin drenched in
horsescum, and dressed herself. Her eyes had a catatonic look to them.
There was no conscious memory of the action that she had performed. The
whole sordid act had been accomplished by virtue of her self-hypnotic
state.

No one had seen her enter the stable. No one her seen her actions in the
stall. Her parents had been watching her from the window, but then had lost
interest.

They had lost interest mainly because Arabella was so intense with passion
that she had bared her asshole to be impaled by her husband's big
truncheon.

Frank Felton wet the tip of his prick on his wife's dripping pink hole and
then poked it inside the rim of her brown one. The ring of flesh bulged to
the side.

The head of this cock popped inside her membrane. The ridge of the head
was neatly buried in her tract. The rim of her asshole formed around it.

The rest of his staff remained to be plunged inside her. He gripped her
asseheeks and spread them apart Her watched the hole contort itself open.

Holding her cheeks in this. fashion, he moved his pelvis forward and
seared the rest of his instrument inside her. Her tract gripped around his
invader.

He felt each ripple of muscle in the hole as he corkscrewed into her. Once
buried, he plunged his cock in and out and worked it from side to side.

He enjoyed the sight of her asshole bulging from side to side as if she
were made of clay. He savored the feel of his cock head buried deep inside
her.

The membranes deep inside her hand conformed to the shape of his cock
head. His cock fit into the tract as if it were a vessel perfectly designed
for it.

He played with the hole with his poker. He enjoyed her pig-like squeals as
he darted his cock about and banged the head against some particularly
tender portion.

He liked the way her loins spasmed of their own accord as he bored into
her. She was in considerable pain, yet she kept her ass raised to accept
the attack.

His long dicking motions brought the cock head all the way out of the
hole, and he watched it snap closed, before plunging it back inside her up
to his balls.

From tip to stem, from tip to base, from head to root, he kept plowing his
cock bone-deep inside her intestine. Arabella was inflamed beyond her
senses.

An expression of wanton lust spread over her face. It was a gesture that
said she was being pulverized yet she couldn't help herself, for she was
loving it so.

Her husband's cock tore into her tender tract like she was a thing without
any feelings. His reckless fucking and sordid treatment of her raised up
her lust.

She moaned in a mixture of lovely pain and grotesque pain. She was being
reamed out, and turned inside out, every time his massive dick pulled out
of her.

Her moans became deeper groans of intense pleasure. She kept her ass
raised high and tried to move herself into his blows, but he fucked her too
hard.

Like a well-oiled piston he whammed into her tender parts with steady
thundering jolts of powerful force. Each time his cock pierced her to the
bowels.

His balls smashed against her gaping cunt lips. Their flesh glowed a beet
red from the intensity of his pulverizing fucking. Her eyes stuck up in her
head.

One final thrust buried his cock firmly within her before he pulled out
for good. He watched her beaten asshole slowly close back to it proper
shape.

About an inch of the hole remained parted open and refused to close any
more. The pink ring of muscle had been stretched out like a band of
elastic.

His wife was bolted in place. Her muscles and lips were locked in
position. It would be a while before she would be able to unlock herself to
move about.

He pumped his load upon her battered hole and watched his scum drip into
it. Then it overflowed and trickled down the crack of her twitching cunt.

As her cunt lips palpitated and her asscheeks kept spasming, he drenched
her inner parts with his copious and steamy load. He literally doused her.

The cool goo plastered to her flaming loins.
Chapter 3

At exactly twelve o'clock midnight, Felton lifted himself out of bed and
got dressed with the lights off.

He did it so as to not disturb his wife. But he shouldn't have bothered.
She was already awake.

Arabella kept her eyes closed and listened to her husband's sounds as he
dressed. She was deeply hurt.

He was probably off to see one of his lovers. She dare not complain.
That's why she lay there faking sleep. He didn't know that she knew a
thing.

Or perhaps he didn't care. Maybe he didn't care in the slightest that she
knew where he was going. That would be an even bitter pill to swallow
indeed.

She wanted Frank. Nobody but him. She loved him as much as she had when
they first met. He had changed a lot, and yet she loved him in exactly the
same way.

No matter how much he mistreated her, and loved her, she loved him the way
she always had. But Frank only needed her for his front of respectability.

How many times she had yearned to yell at him as he left her sleeping in
their bedroom never to come back. But she never did, and kept faking she
was asleep.

Felton finished dressing and then left the room without bothering to look
back. Why the hell should he, he didn't give a fuck about her.

She was his wife in name only. He had no feeling for her whatsoever. Right
now he was headed to the whorehouse outside of town. The Madame was 
expecting him.

It was a ritual for him to be there at twelve midnight or thereabouts on a
Wednesday night. They had a deal going on between the both of them.

He would keep the troopers off her back with his money and influence if
she would save for him the newest and freshest pieces of meat she came
upon.

It was rare when the Madame added a new piece of fluff to her stable of
hardened whores, and when that happened, Felton had to settle for old cunt.

The whorehouse outside of town was the perfect place to assure him
privacy. There, he could experience all his perverted desires without the
word getting around.

Socially, Felton knew scores of women. They were beautiful and submissive.
Yet he had to restrain himself sexually. They were willing to fuck but
that's it.

At the whorehouse he could do anything he wanted. He could rape to his
heart's content. He could beat as many women as he wanted. There, his word
was law.

He could act like the lowest beast in creation and not have to worry about
the least recrimination. He was free to act like the freak he was.

That beastly cock of his spurred him on to seek out weird and kinky sex.
He was especially horny tonight. He hoped Madame Velda had a new find.

"Frank, good to see. I was worried there for a second."

"What's the rush, Velda, got something special on tap?"

"You bet. Wait till you see this little munchkin I came upon."

"Where did you find her? Someone's not looking for her I hope."

"Nope. She's a gypsy girl. But her skin is white. They were jailed today."

"And what happens when they get out. Won't they look for her?"

"Yes, but not here. Gypsy families are not that way with their kids."

"If it was my kid I wouldn't stop looking until I found her."

"Relax, I told you, gypsies are not that way. She's just an extra mouth to
feed."

"Well, where is she? I'm dying to get a look. I'm real horny.

Madame Velda smiled and came toward him, groping for his crotch.

"Ummmmm, there it is. That big cock, it drives me wild."

"Careful, Velda, I'm saving myself for your young virgin."

"Who said anything about her being a virgin? Not I, certainly."

"I just assumed that she was. How old is the little tart?"

"She can't be more than thirteen. Around your daughter's age I would
think."

The new girl sounded very tempting indeed. His cock lurched in his pants.

"Ahhh, I can feel that the idea strikes your fancy my dear Frank."

"Quit pawing me, Velda, and bring out the girl. Now."

"I must tell you Frank, that's one helluva cock you got there."

"Yeah, I know, I know, I hear it all the time. Where's the girl?"

"Everytime I see you I'm reminded of an old experience."

"Velda, the girl. Come on, I'm dying for a taste of her."

"Don't you want to hear how Velda once fucked a horse?"

Suddenly Felton was all ears. That changed his tune fast.

"Why you lusty whore. You actually got down with a horse."

"Don't knock it. Your shank of meat always reminds me of it."

You mean the horse? I'm really as big as a horsecock?"

"Well, almost. But I tell you. That horse nearly felled me."

"But not until you had that whole cock deep inside you."

"You can insult me all you like. But I cherish the moment."

"Velda, you were fucked by a horse and you're proud of it."

"You have no idea what it felt like. His cock was huge, and hot."

Beads of sweat sprung up on Felton's forehead. He yearned to hear more.

"I had help in the venture of course. A young beautiful woman, years older
than me at the time, had done it scores of times before and finally
convinced me."

"Don't tell me you ate a bucket of horsescum too?"

"As a matter of fact..." she let her voice trail off.

The idea that the lusty whore had made love to a horse pulsed through
Felton's brain. What a madwoman stood before him. Her passion made him
numb.

To think that the whore was so decadent that she had to take on a horse!
It was mind boggling. He wanted to fuck someone right now, preferably the
girl.

But he also wanted to hear more of the Madame's hoary tale.

"Yes, she had done it many times before. She had long blond hair, just
like me, but her eyes were green instead of blue an dazzled like fine
gems."

"How did she manage to get the horse to mount her?"

"She had a contraption that was built by one of her foreman. It was raised
on a pedestal and had a fur-lined pit that she crawled into underneath the
horse."

"And she stroked the animal's cock, made love to it and all that?"

"I watched her perform the feat before I tried it. We had been
commissioned by some rich men who desired to see a woman fucked by a horse.

"So you Were paid for your depraved adventure, was that it?"

Felton listened with avid interest as she recounted her evil tale.

"We were to meet the men in the barn that housed the contraption and a 
number of fine horses. We arrived there together around twelve noon.

There were three of them, I remember, and Monique and I. We were both very
beautiful in those days. I was barely eighteen and she was in her thirties.

"The men were aroused by the sight of our large breasts after we had
striped naked. They told us to make love to one another while standing
there.

"They wanted to see us mash our tits against the other and kiss one
another deep on the mouth. They were paying a fair sum, so we accommodated
them.

Felton pictured the two writhing whores, their mouths glued to one another
and rubbing their tits together getting themselves worked up to be fucked
by horses.

The image burned in his brain and caused his cock to begin its inexorable
rise. The Madame played with his tool in his pants while she told her
story.

They became hot from one another's fondlings. They fell to the floor with
the young but beautiful Velda on top of the equally beautiful Monique.

Monique was already a well-paid whore and Velda was her aspiring young
slut. Monique had an idea that she was in the process of testing. How many
men could she fuck?

Velda was her young apprentice. Each day all kinds of men came to her
house to fuck the both of them. There were young men, old men, even
crippled men.

And the two of them took on every cock, or cunt, that happenstanced into
their lair. Then came the offer from the three rich man for them to fuck a
horse.

The men undressed themselves and watched the women make love in the center
of the barn. Velda split open Monique's hot gash while mashing her own into
her face.

While they sucked one another's cunts, the men arranged one of the horses
onto the contraption. The horse was bolted in place by leather straps.

These straps went along his belly and flanks and met at the top of his
tail. In this position his cock was easily accessible underneath in the
fur-lined pit.

"I remember one striking thing," continued Velda, "and that was that the
contraption was well worn that signalled me that it had been used many
times."

As she licked Monique's gash she wondered how many women had been
sacrificed on the thing, and how often her older cohort had used the thing
herself.

The more she thought of Monique's having fucked horses dozens of times in
that snatch that she was currently sucking inflamed her to an intense
degree.

The men saw that she was overcome with passion and made ready the horse.
When it was firmly bound in place they called to the women to begin the
proceedings.

Velda watched as Monique wriggled herself out from underneath her and went
to the horse with her face flushed. Her nipples were very hard and her cunt
flaming.

As she got closer to the horse she couldn't stop herself from moaning in
anticipation of making love to the horse. She disappeared into the
fur-lined pit.

Velda's curiosity got the best of her and she went to watch Monique's
antics. The men had circled the contraption and were all eyes as their
cocks stiffened.

When Velda went to them she saw that Monique's pearly white hands were
already gripping the flaccid tool and pumping it up to a firm erection.

She eased herself inside the pit and grabbed a piece of the cock herself.
She felt Monique's lips press against hers and they kissed long and hard.

The both of them worked over the rising horsecock in their loving hands.
The men moaned in ecstasy at the sight of the women's obscene behavior.

Never in their lives had they seen such brazen acts of lust. They yearned
more than ever to see them fucked by a horse and agreed to double the
price.

Velda watched as Monique stopped her frantic pulling of the thing and
brought her face to bear upon it. She ran it against her cheeks and kissed
the side of it.

She started at the base and ran her tongue up along the length of the
shaft and then kissed the surging cock head. Then she opened wide and took
it between her lips.

Velda and the men watched as Monique jerked the rising pole into her eager
mouth. She sighed muffledly through her horsecock-stuffed mouth and closed
her eyes.

Velda became inflamed from her actions and took hold of the humongous
black scrotum sac. She pulled on it hard and heard the horse painfully
whinny.

She liked how she could control the beast with her frantic pulls on his
balls. She kept pulling the horse and incensing it knowing it was securely
bound in place.

Rather than torture the beast, the men were more concerned with her making
love to it. They told her to imitate the mouthings of her mistress upon the
cock.

The both of them ran their fevered tongues along the length of the shaft
and lapped, nibbled, teased and bit every hard square inch of it.

All the while their hands kept pulling and jerking the staff and gently
fondling the heavy sac of balls. The cock became massive, and rock hard.

Both women needed no coercing now. They were both intensely passionate
from the sight and feel of the blood-gorged constrictor and fought for the
right to it.

Both of them opened their mouths wide and tried to hot mouth the cock
head. It was so bloated that neither one of them could successfully lodge
it.

They had to content themselves by rubbing it along their tits and faces
and then mouthing only a small portion of it at once. The foreskin pulled
taut.

It was perfectly hard and threatened to burst from the seams. The horse
was fidgeting from side to side but the contraption had been expertly
constructed.

There was no possible way for it to break those leather straps. The women
had free play with the cock, and like little girls having innocent fun they
enjoyed themselves.

Velda got on her hands and knees and turned around. Monique took the cock
in her and directed the bulbous cock head along the curves of her ass
mounds.

Velda felt the rounded tip burn into her flanks and she twitched with
excitement. Then Monique spread her asscheeks and frigged her crack with
the burning poker.

She rubbed the black tip against her juicy cunt lips and probed it along
the area of her sensitive clit. Velda spasmed, and then succumbed to
orgasm.

As her cunt juice streamed out Monique bathed the black pole in her
juices. Then with both hands she snapped up and down the shiny and taut
foreskin.

The men had enjoyed the show immensely. They ordered the women to switch
places so that Velda could run that horsecock along the surface of
Monique's loins.

Before she did that, Velda clutched her cohort's chunky buttocks in her
hands and then feverishly kissed them. Her work got hotter and Velda
moaned.

"Please, mon cheri, place that cock near to me. Poke my flesh."

The men were delighted to her the lust-crazed whore beg for the horsecock.
It was a scene like this that they had hoped for when the proferred their
money to them.

Velda took the cock and felt it throb in her little hand. She aimed the
rounded tip at the flaming ass buns. The head left a bulging track against
the flesh.

Monique wiggled her ass in eager anticipation of that pole frigging her
crack. She spread her cheeks open with her hands and bared both her holes.

Velda could clearly see both of them. The pink one was dilated open and
already streaming a flow of steamy dew. The brown one was just about to
bud.

Velda took the cock head and poked it against the budding asshole. Monique
reacted like the whore she was when the tip touched her teeming asshole
rim.

"Ahhhh, slut, that's it. Run it against my open asshole."

Velda carried out her command to the letter. She kept teasing the hole
open by butting the cock head against it. Monique moved backwards onto it.

"Rub it on my cunt now. Get it wet with my hot juices."

She gripped the underpart of the pole and rubbed the top half along the
avenue of the gaping cunt. Monique cunt flesh twitched and spasmed.

A deep moan of passion flew out from her mouth. It came from the pit of
her stomach, or the cockles of her heart, and was an indication of her
extreme lust

The throbbing pole pulsing along her palpitating cunt crack inflamed her
beyond belief. Knowing that a horsecock was so close to her was maddening.

All her unleashed wanton lust sprung to the surface. She raced her ass up
and down so that the horse meat rubbed on her spasming, gaping cunt.

Velda's hand held the instrument in place as she strummed herself on it.
The men's cocks were rock hard from the sight of the lust-crazed women.

They had never witnessed such a depraved degradation of the feminine
image. The two lust-driven whores had submitted their bodies to the
ultimate pleasure.

Their sense of decency was usurped by their insatiable lust. They craved
the horsecock for it was huge and awesome, and threatened to break them in
two.

Monique kept squealing like a pig and moving constantly. She felt the rim
of the cock head with her teasing fingers. Its hardness pleased her.

Feeling the thing in her paw greatly increased her desires. She began to
rant and rave like a lunatic. Monique became a sex-crazed maniac.

She begged Velda, and the men, to help her get the cock inside of her. She
offered to get horsefucked free of charge if they would help her to insert
it.

Velda began moaning herself from the woman's lustful behavior. She even
spasmed. She held onto the cock and opened and closed her pretty paw on it.

She enjoyed the feel of his iron-hardness. It looked a metal tool forged
in some insane workshop, and designed to drive women crazy with lust.

Velda now laid the staff between both of their gashes. Monique turned
around so that the pole touched her cunt meat from her front.

Both of the woman took the pole by one hand and rubbed their blazing
pussies against it. They looked at one another and sighed. Their eyes were
glazed with sex.

Velda's were a very pale but twinkling blue. The irises were clearly
defined and her whites were so glazed that they seemed to be floating in
sperm.

Monique's green gems were fiercely dilating and had become dazzling green
points of light. Her lust was fierce and overpowering, Velda's was sweet
and inspiring.

But together they rubbed their open cunts against the turgid cock as one.
Their swollen clits were enlarged to an unreal size and dangled out their
cunts.

The women's heat inspired the men to a new zenith of erection. They were
aghast at the spectacle of the lust, crazed women performing free of
charge.

The pit was so constructed that the horse cock was in the perfect position
at all times. The horse itself could move by spinning the pedestal.

The horsecock could be wrenched into whatever desired positions by means
of the rotating pedestal. There were many angles by which the women could
attack the cock.

It lay before them at the perfect height for playing and for penetration.
There was room enough in the furry pit for both of them to move at will.

They bent the cock straight down, causing the horse a fair amount of pain,
and pinned it in between their cunts that pressed against it from both
sides.

The bottom half of the cock that housed the sensitive underbelly fit
nicely into the layered folds of the young Velda's spread-open wet gash.

The top part was buried in the snapping cunt lips of the uninhibited
Monique, who strummed her cut fiercely while her cunt pressed against
portions of cock.

"Velda, now! Help me. You men, too. I want to be mounted - ohhhhhhhh... "

Everyone became twice as wild and inflamed at Monique's lusty exhortation.
The men strained their hands into the fur-lined pit and held her in place.

They pressed down on the small of her back so that her ass jutted way up.
Then her asshole and pink hole was bared as they strained open her cheeks.

Velda had hold of the cock head and was to direct it home. She could see
Monique's cunt lips twitching in anticipation of the inhuman entry.

"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, do you hear!"

To quiet the raving whore a rock hard chunk of man meat was placed between
her wet lips. She instantly sucked on it.

She purred like a contented cat. Her ass trembled when she felt Velda
rubbing the hot hard cock head against her wet cunt lips.

She needed the men to hold her for she knew that the first penetration
would be brutal and searingly painful.

But she had to have that cock, at any price.
Chapter 4

"Velda, you must go on with that story. You've got me popping a vein."

Indeed, Velda should know. In the process of her tale she had raised up
Felton's cock with her tender fondling through the crotch of his pants.

Now she had his pole-hard giant of a cock out of its confines and in her
mouth as she knelt by his lap.

As she talked she nibbled and licked his big cock. She laid it on the palm
of her hand and felt its ample weight. It took her breath away.

Felton's cock was always a reminder of her adventure with her guardian
Monique. The lusty whore had taken the young Velda under her wing and
taught her about sex.

What's more, Monique wasn't even a paid whore. She was actually very rich.
But her desires were such that she eventually depleted her fortune.

She was fucked by thousands of men. Velda had been a prostitute for nearly
ten years now, and could brag at taking on more than twenty cocks or so in
a day's activities.

But Velda could fuck her brains out for twenty years and never come close
to the infinitesimal number of hard cocks that had perforated Monique's
holes.

The woman, for all her money, was a born whore. Why, Velda had actually
seen her get fucked in public amidst the faces of gasping respectable men
and woman.

She had a predilection for weird things. When she told Velda that she had
sucked and fucked a horse's cock many times before she believed her.

She believed when she told her that she had fucked every kind of animal
that there was. She had fucked dogs and goats, and even sucked off bulls
and pigs.

She said that pigs had the weirdest cocks of all. There were like little
corkscrews that when they filled with blood became like hard coils.

To be fucked by one was a unbelievably blissful experience. It felt like
your insides were being tenderly churned by a snaking piece of flesh.

But, according to Monique, pigs had the vilest tasting scum. It was on the
color of yellow, and was fiercely bitter. She nearly gagged before
swallowing it down.

"Do you mean that the woman actually ate the come from animals?"

Velda didn't answer but let a gob of saliva fall out of her mouth onto his
bloated cock head. Then she swirled her tongue lovingly all over it.

Her had gripped his rock hard staff and squeezed to feel its firmness. A
small fleck of semen escaped from the tip and mixed with her swirling spit.

She plunged the cock head between her lips and sucked off the spit. She
tasted his semen and smacked her lips at its succulence. She loved Felton.

He was a lusty sort just like her. His cock was enough to keep even the
hottest tart blissfully happy. Her talk of horse fucking had fired him up
real good.

She continued with her tale, hoping to raise his cock to a new zenith.

"But first," she said, "let me introduce you to the vixen I saved just for
your pleasure. Vanessa, come forward and show yourself to your master."

She clapped her hands and the girl appeared from a hidden entrance and
came into the room. Her terror-stricken eyes fastened on Felton's cock.

"Don't be afraid, darling, it tastes fine. Here, have a suck."

Felton's eyes bulged out of their sockets as he watched the writhing girl
come over and obediently carry out her mistress' command of passion.

She was a beautiful dark thing. Her coffee-colored skin was clothed in a
single long wispy transparent veil that clung to her fresh young nipples.

As she bent down next to her mistress and latched onto his pole with her
little paw, he reached down and tweaked her nipples hard between thumbs and
forefingers.

The girl squealed like a pig but continued kissing his hard hot staff.
Velda left a heavy gob of spit and semen on the bulbous cock head

She let go of the cock totally and let the girl take over completely. Her
first move was to suck on the cock head and suck off the gooey substance.

Felton let out a low-throaty moan of passion. He watched the girl's mouth
encompass as much of his dick as her small trap would allow. Her mouth was
contorted open.

His cock was glistening wet from spit. She grabbed his pole in both hands
and they barely encircled the huge circumference of his hearty staff.

She pulled and drew on the instrument with her mouth as her lips sucked on
it. Her tongue flicked maddeningly on the tip. Velda then continued with
her tale.

Felton concentrated on the hot mouthing of the young girl and the speaking
lips of the reminiscing Madame. Her story continued to fascinate.

Velda went onto to explain in great detail how the lusting Monique kept
begging her cohorts to put the horsecock up her teeming hot cunt.

With her mouth stopped up with cock, her back arched and pined in place by
a pair of hands, her asscheeks spread wide to bare her cunt, Velda aimed
the horsecock.

She played with Monique's twitching cunt lips and rubbed the cock head
along them. Her fuck hole budded full open and she could see the well of
flesh inside.

Wielding the horsecock like a weapon, she stabbed the hard truncheon into
the gaping folds of cunt meat. Monique shrieked and the men increased their
pressure.

Her convulsions nearly loosened her from their grip. Their hands pressed
her in place with increased intensity. She screamed through her cock
stuffed mouth.

Her cunt lips were contorted open and only the bulbous cock head had
advanced inside her. The remainder of the shaft had yet to be forced inside
her.

As Velda pushed the cock into her, the men forced her backward into the
stanchion, and slowly a large portion of the stanchion buried itself inside
her.

The larger portion that protruded out of her gash was solid as a rock and
throbbing. Velda couldn't resist squeezing it which greatly inflamed the
horse.

It began to buck in place and, of course, its limbs were so tied that it
could do no one any harm. But the jolting sent ripples of pain pulsing
through Monique.

The lusty whore withstood every inch of the assault. She helped the men
force her backward into the inhuman cock to get more of it inside of her.

She did not unlatch the cock in her mouth, but opened her mouth wide and
rested the full weight of her body on the cock head that leaned into her
throat.

In this fashion she could lap the cock with her tongue and at the same
time take deep gulps of air that she needed to quiet her wildly beating
heart.

In between breaths she took time to suck the cock with her lips and draw
on it. All the while she kept inching herself back into the horsecock.

With the men helping her she managed to bury more than half of the
humongous black dick in her gash. Her cunt was stretched to an unreal
proportion.

As the cock pulsed inside her, the folds of cunt meat that had wrapped
around it reacted to each throb. Her cunt seemed to be snapping hold of the
dick.

The base of the cock was the largest width across. Once the staff itself
had been lodged inside her the base would stretch her walls to its greatest
proportion yet.

Monique eagerly awaited that moment when the entire horsecock would be
imbedded inside her palpitating pussy. Only then would she be fulfilled.

"The woman knew that the entry of the cock could kill her?"

"Yes, she knew, but she lusted for it. That's all that counted."

"It's unbelievable, that a woman's lust could be such that death held no
fear."

"Women possess even more decadent desires than men. They feel more deeply.

While they engaged in this pleasant conversation over who possessed the
greater lusts, Felton raised up the girl and sat her on his lap.

Her back pressed against his belly and she closed her legs around his
cock. Then he took hold of her waist and pumped her up and down his cock.

Velda came over and put his cock head in her mouth and sucked hard. She
scratched the girl's nipples with her long, red-painted fingernails.

They became swollen and hard and now she tweaked them between her fingers.
She bathed the tool in spit and the maneuvered a large gob on the tip's
top.

She flicked her tongue around the goo playing with it on the tip of his
cock. She let some of it fall to the rim and then buried the head in her
mouth.

She sucked it hard once more, pressing it between her tongue and the roof
of her mouth, and made sure it was absolutely drenched in spit and
secretions.

Then she removed it and turned the girl around to face Felton. She spread
the girl's asscheeks and played with her sweet young gash.

When Velda smelled her young cunt dew fill her nose, she poked a
long-nailed finger up the pink hole and wriggled it around to bud it open.

As it reacted to her probes she inserted another finger and vigorously
strummed it and out of the chute. The girl moaned, and squeaked in pain.

It was necessary to bud the opening to the proper size so as to admit
Felton's big prick. Satisfied that she had done so, she took hold of that
thing.

She rubbed the head along the cunt crack to tease the girl. When the cunt
lips were spasming at the proper frequency she poked in the head.

The hole bulged out into neat rims at each side and then accepted the
grand protuberance. Once inside her, the cunt lips gripped the edge of the
cock head rim.

Velda put her finger on the cunt lips and pulled them to the side. Another
inch of cock fought its way inside the tight tract before being halted.

They rested a bit from their work to let the girl's juices begin to flow
freely so as to eventually admit the rest of the cock. Already dew dripped
out of it.

The more the hole stretched open the more cock Felton and the Madame
implanted inside the girl. The throbbing underbelly forced its way inside.

Most of the cock lay inside the girl. Though her face cringed from the
painful entry, her nipples were bloated and the Madame could see her
swollen clit.

With a few inches of man meat remaining to be buried, the girl began a
rhythm of her own. By bobbing up and down she managed to totally sheathe
the instrument.

With a full twelve inch erection pulsing in her cunt, the gypsie girl
became inflamed with passion. She ran her cunt quickly up and down the
pole.

Felton stuck out his tongue and the girl sucked it in her mouth. He forced
down the back of her throat and choked off a hot gasp about to burst from
her.

Seeing that all was well with her best and favorite customer, Madame Velda
went on with her sordid tale of depraved lust involving her and her mentor.

Monique did manage to fit the rest of the pole-hard horse dick up her
gash. The moment it happened the whole party heard a fierce crack of bone.

Monique's head lit up like a fiery red bulb. The expression froze on her
face and her body succumbed to uncontrollable spasms. She began to moan.

The moans came out of her mouth in tune to the rhythm of her rocking
spasms. She felt the entire cock throb inside of her and revelled in its
power.

Her sucking of the man's cock became so intense that he could no longer
hold his load. He spurted huge gobs of come into her hot mouth that dripped
off her lips.

She made sure to swallow down the massive batch. The cock was taken from
her come-filled mouth and a second man placed his between her sucking lips.

She sucked on this pole with such fierce intensity that the cock exploded
in her mouth in a matter of seconds. Another mass of come filled her mouth.

This cock was removed and the third was hungrily snatched up by her hungry
mouth. She was drunk with come, and filled to the brim with horsecock.

Her passion was beyond limits. As she sucked heartily on the mans tool she
began to move herself back and forth on the horsecock in her cunt.

She withdrew the cock from her mouth in time to grind her cock-stuffed
cunt into the horse's balls. Then she moved off it and swallowed down the
man meat.

Her eyes were rolling in her head. Every once in a while they would get
stuck up inside her forehead and nothing showed through half-closed slits
save the whites.

She was a piping hot kitten. Her eyes flashed like cat's eyes. Her lusts
were those of an animal. Her desire was for more and more cock.

After a time the third cock dumped its load down her eager mouth, Monique
had built up a fierce fucking rhythm. The cock slid with relative ease in
and out of her.

This was no small feat. As she drank down the last gooey load of come and
the man wrung out his dick on her lips, she became increasingly frantic.

Now all she had to satisfy her desire for cock was the
more-than-a-foot-long horsecock, seemingly enough to satisfy even the most
hardened of whores.

The huge black shaft withdrew nearly to the monstrous tip before, aided by
the men, Monique thrust her ass backwards with all her weight,

Then with a powerful effort, her cunt sucking in all the way, she pulled 
the horse meat into her and buried it clear up to the massive sac of balls.

She stopped thrusting backward only when she could feel the puckered sac
dangling against her twitching cunt lips teasing them as she spasmed.

She could feel the entire length of the beast pulsing inside her. Each
pulse brought a sigh of seething pleasure rushing out of her fevered mouth.

Velda told Felton how she took to rubbing Monique's cut and ass cheeks as
she rode herself back and forth on that cock. She even kissed the horse's
balls.

She tasted her mistress' hot dew that had streamed onto the black sac. She
licked it clean, such was her state of passion, and helped Monique with her
fucking.

After kissing her emblazoned asscheeks, Velda took hold of those buns and
forced her cunt along the length of the black shaft. She watched the meat
split open.

Monique had succumbed to her lewdest desires and was completely abandoned
in her frenzied fucking. She lifted off her knees and bolted back into the
cock.

She managed to plunge it deep into her womb, so much so that she banged
the head of the pole against something tender inside her and screamed
loudly.

But no pain was enough to quench her state of intense fife. Instead off
easing her motions she blasted backwards with ever increasing speed.

The men were once again getting inflamed from the woman's obscene
behavior. They mauled her ample tits and tweaked her nipples hard. They
rubbed their cocks along her face.

As her passion reached an ungodly pitch, their cocks began to rise up. She
beseeched them to let her suck all three of them at once while the horse
fucked her.

They denied her that simple pleasure just to increase her frantic state of
mind. They held their cocks a safe distance away from her and watched her
lusty writhings.

If they would not give her their cocks, she continued, than in order to
satisfy her lust she demanded that the men unstrap the horse that stood
above her.

She wanted them to let the horse free so that it could fuck her with its
own powerful thrusts. The idea intrigued them, and they sought to carry it
out.

Velda removed herself from the fur-lined pit. If she were to remain there
when the horse was freed she would surely get trampled. But Monique didn't
give a fuck.

The men were anxious to see her get properly fucked by the horse. They did
not warn her that if the beast were freed he would surely wring the life
out of her.

Monique kept moaning a lusty song of seething excitement as she watched
with lust-crazed eyes, those twinkling green gems, as the men undid the
horse's bonds.

As soon as the stallion was free, he was off and running. It braced itself
against the sides of the stall and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of
her.

The insatiable whore stood her ground. The engineer of the contraption had
lined the sides if the pit with bars to be gripped for leverage in just
such a circumstance.

Velda and the men watched with astonished eyes as the sex-crazed woman
withstood every inch of the fearful fucking. Her cunt stretched to enormous
proportions.

It was a good thing that Monique's gash was a well-worn tract and had
accepted thousands of cocks previous to their entry. Otherwise, she would
have been ripped apart.

With each thrust of the horse her bones rattled and the flesh jiggled
convulsively. The horse buried hits cock to the root with every powerful
thrust.

Monique could not speak. Every once in a while through sex-drugged eyes
she glanced up at the party of people that surrounded her lewd and depraved
spectacle.

Then she would look one of them dead in the eye and moan in utter delight
as if to communicate to that person the unbelievable spasms she was
experiencing.

The. men were quite inflamed from her perverse behavior. Their cocks 
sprung up in full force and now they sought to quench their passion on
Velda.

As Monique was fucked wildly by the horse, the men had at Velda. They
pulled at her tits and hair and then threw her onto the cold and hard dirt
floor.

She lay back on the ground with her legs spread wide apart fingering
herself. She watched out of the corner of her eyes how the horse was
fucking Monique.

But the men didn't want to fuck her just yet. They demanded that she first
suck all three of their cocks at once. She jumped to her knees and went to
work.

She sucked one pole totally into her mouth and drew on it vigorously. With
her free hands she jerked the foreskins of the other two rock hard cocks.

All four of them watched Monique spasm rapturously as her body succumbed
to one continuous orgasmic vibration. Ripples of delight pulsed through her
body.

Velda sucked each of the cocks in the same manner as the first, gobbling
the shafts totally down her mouth and then sucking hard.

She jerked the remaining two while all the while she kept her eyes on
Monique Suddenly the men thrust her off their cocks and jumped on top of
her.

She writhed on the dirt and accepted all of their hot gropings. They
mauled her in the dirt, tweaking hard her sensitive parts, and then set her
on hands and knees.

A man slid underneath her and pushed his cock up her cunt. Another man
straddled her from the back and implanted his cock bone-deep up her ass in
one long stroke.

Just as she was about to squeal like a stuck pig, as her mouth flew open
the third cock was placed between her lips and she sucked it into her
mouth.

The horse was bucking up with each stroke of his massive cock. Monique's
cunt looked like a piece of redhot clay that was being re-formed into a new
shape.

Velda tried to concentrate her glazed eyes in the direction of the bucking
stallion, as did the men, but their own lusts had them fully involved in
themselves.

Monique let out a piercing shriek of unfathomable pleasure. It raised
everyone's passion to a fever pitch. Ml could tell that the fiery steed was
on the verge of coming.

Monique held her place in the pit by gripping her hands firmly around the
iron bars. She withstood each thunderous impact of the pummeling horsecock.

Suddenly the horse was whinnying. The fucking foursome halted for a second
to watch the horse's flanks spasm and then see the come dripping out in
thick streams from Monique's cunt.

They watched the pole stop thrusting home and pump its steamy goo into the
lusty tramps womb. As the come oozed out of her she moaned in extreme
pleasure.

The cock stopped pumping and very slowly began to deflate. When the horse
calmed down Monique whipped about and put the wet cock head into her
lapping mouth.

Monique wrung the cock out in her mouth and tasted the scum. Then she
dipped a finger into her snatch. A long gob dangled off the tip of her
finger.

She looked at the frozen fucking foursome and winked. Then she put the
finger in her mouth and withdrew it with smacking lips.

Then the men proceeded to fuck furiously Velda's three holes. It was her
pleasure.
Chapter 5

"Is that the end of the story, Velda? Didn't the horse mount you too? I
rather think so."

"How perceptive of you, darling. Why, of course, the horse did indeed fuck
me. With the aid of the men."

Felton was anxious to hear the Madame's exploit in bestiality. But he also
liked the fine tight tract.

While the Madame had relayed her tale, Felton had rearranged his fucking
position. The girl was now on hands and knees and he fucked her from the 
rear.

Her face was buried in the thick carpet. Her hands reached behind her and
spread her ass cheeks wide to allow her lover free access to her cunt.

Felton's big tool strained open her young gash. The lips of her cunt held
tightly his wide shaft and stretched thinly back and forth from his
pumping. Madame Velda made sure that her best customer was properly taken
care of. She put a hand on his large scrotum sac and teasingly fondled the
balls.

His nuggests were huge and bursting. They felt gorged with sperm. Her
story had hit him right where she had hoped. It hit him in his sex parts.

"That was some story, Velda. Please continue while I fuck this urchin."

Velda's mouth pressed against his hairy buttocks and kissed his ass. Than
she ran her tongue in between the crack of his ass and searched for the
hole.

Felton bent over the girl he was fucking and his asscheeks parted open a
little. Madame Velda's tongue flicked out and wetly swiped his pink rimmed
hole.

He let out a gasp of ecstasy and wriggled his cock inside the girl's tight
gash. The Madame's tongue lapped on the hole and budded it open.

When the rim had parted slightly she darted the tip of her tongue inside
the pink membranes and pushed it in. She kept applying spit as she did so.

Soon the hole budded open enough for her to stick most of her tongue up
his chute. Once inside she wriggled it about and listened for his moans.

As her tongue made more of a length inside him, his cock throbbed inside
the tight cunt. A spasm raced through his loins and nearly made him pop.

He stopped himself from coming with an effort of will. He concentrated his
thoughts on something un-sexy. Like his daughter's problem which seemed
unsolvable. Her beauty was unquestionable. Why she should be a recluse
mystified him. She had none of the charming qualities expected of a girl
her station.

She was literally a princess. In Lairsville she had the potential of being
a goddess. She would be the first Felton to have grown up with money.

The Madame alternately sucked on his budded open asshole and gingerly 
mouthed his balls. She took each nugget individually and drew on it
heartily.

They were very sensitive and bloated with sperm. The action inflamed him.
If he hadn't been thinking of his daughter it might have made him come.

Her preoccupation with her steed gnawed at him. The Madame's tale about
her mentor getting fucked by a horse burned in his currently fevered brain.

A man in his position had everything. His fantasies had become real. Here
he was with his cock buried bone-deep in a pubescent girl as his asshole
was being tongued.

Frank Felton felt like royalty. He was, in essence, the king of
Lairsville. His rule was ambiguous but nevertheless real. His whims were
commands.

"Madame, you must tell me the rest of your story. I'm dying to hear it."

"Very well, if you insist. But I'd prefer to suck your ass and balls."

"Why not tell me your tale in between swipes of your educated tongue."

"A rather tall order, but I shall try to carry out to your satisfaction."

The girl was very uncomfortable in her awkward position. Her knees had
been digging into the carpet from the weight of the man balancing on top of
her.

They laid her chest on the couch so that some of his weight was absorbed
by her back. Once in position the Madame resumed her tender lapping of his
free parts.

She watched his pole embed itself inside the hot young roost. The lips
were spasming now from the friction of entry. The pole sheathed her to the
balls.

The Madame's tongue then worked on the parted hole spreading the cheeks
with her red-tipped fingers. Her claws dug into the flesh and her tongue
probed forward.

She enlarged the hole by shafting it with her tongue. Each time it thrust
forward she tried to bury it full length inside. She was waiting for it to
open. If Felton's moan was of a certain low-throaty pitch, from experience
she knew that her hot mouthing of his hole was having the desired effect.

She removed her tongue from the chute and encircled the rim of the hole
with her lips. Her mouth clamped around the hole and she sucked in hard.

As she drew on it her tongue ran a wet line around the sucked open rim.
Felton's low moan of sensual excitement indicated her rousing success.

His cock was hard as iron and hotly throbbed inside the girl. To her it
felt like a red hot poker had been inserted up her gash and was constantly
expanding.

Felton's cock was so massive that at times, depending on his degree of
lust, it reached new zeniths of erection. It's maximum size was a
potential.

It did not have to be rock hard to fuck a female properly. His was ample
enough to fill the well-deep confines of the widest cunt.

But, of course, the harder he was the more the intensity of his own
pleasure. When fully bloated, his cock released a mass of come that seemed
to pump eternal.

Velda took her mouth of the hole and gently lapped around the inner pink
rim. In between wet swipes she continued on her tale of animal lust.

Monique had drained the horse of his copious charge, most of it still
streaming out of her come-filled cunt. Her eyes still had that lust-crazed
look.

The men decided to dump their load strictly in Velda's asshole. First, the
man already there released his white hot charge deep up her bowels.

When she felt her guts turn soppy and then the come began to trickle out
of her, the man mouth-fucking her placed his hot hard cock back up her ass.

The tight confines of her chute spas med around the invader and in a
second he was dumping hot charges of white goo to join with the first load.

The two dumpings up her ass had the effect of raising the lusty Velda to a
fever pitch. The man underneath her removed his cock and went behind her.

Velda strained up her ass and parted the cheeks with her own hands. Her
asshole was gaping open and oodles of fresh sperm freely flowed out of her.

Her back was arched convexly and raised up her red flanks into a sensuous
curve. Like a hot cat she begged the man to be quick about laying into her.

He sheathed her asshole with his cock clear up to his balls with one shot.
Velda grunted in pleasure and grabbed his balls and pressed them to her
cunt.

She snapped her asshole open and closed on the cock while she rocked back
and forth into his thrust. In no time she succeeded in extracting his load.

The third mass of hot batter bathed her intestines and Velda became a
raving whore. The sperm in her guts seemed to act like a drug that inflamed
her.

But the three men had come and there was not another human cock to be had,
at least not for a while. The decadent Monique then came into play.

She suggested to the men that they mount another horse atop the pedestal.
She mentioned of course, just for good measure, that the men would have to
pay for this.

She herself had enjoyed the horse fucking and had been willing to perform
the feat for nothing. Velda was a different story, aspiring whore that she
was.

The young vixen would take some coaxing to have a horsecock penetrate her
loins. The come boiling in her loins prepared Velda for the horse.

She was hotter than her mistress had ever seen her. Her entire body glowed
a beet red. She insisted that the men tie her up to force her to submit.

The men were quite spent from the hearty fucking they had administered and
were not as game as Velda to begin anew. But the whore had her way.

She enticed the men with decadent ideas in order to reinstate their
passion. She told them to beat Velda, for the torture would raise up their
cocks.

One of the men was intrigued by the idea. He convinced the two other men
to carry out the whore's wishes. They bound Velda to a post in the center
of the barn.

Her sex-crazed eyes darted in their sockets like a cat on the prowl. Velda
was still inflamed from the mass fucking and her senses were still numb.

Monique went to the pile of men's clothes and removed their belts from
their pants. Then she handed them to the men and bade them to go to work.

The man who had been anxious to perform Monique's lusty plea began the 
beating. He concentrated his blows on Velda's proud and firm breasts.

Her first reaction Was to cry in pain. But as the beating continued her
body became suffused by a warm glow. In a few moments her passion had
resumed itself.

The mad became hot from her passionate moans and joined their friend in
the beating. Soon, their cocks started to rise and Velda was begging to be
fucked.

Her body was just starting to spring up red welts when they unloosened her
bonds. Her first reaction was to grope for any one of three hard cocks.

But every time she made a motion toward one of them the men beat her away.
Velda was so inflamed that she tried enticing them by parting her buttocks.

She set herself on hands and knees and spread her cheeks to bare both
holes. She told the men that they could have either one of them if they
would just fuck her.

Monique saw that her young charge was now ripe enough. She instructed the
men that they should now place Velda inside the fur-lined pit. Monique
searched the barn to find the proper horse that would do the young nymph
justice. Her eyes searched out the steed that possessed the largest cock.

She brought the horse over to be mounted while the men set Velda in place.
The lust-driven nymphet had hold of two cocks as they dragged her over.

They forced her into the pit and stood out side of it. Their three cocks
protruded through the bars that lined the sides and Velda groped for them.

She had three cocks to play with. She could touch, fondle, squeeze, suck
and nibble all three of them, sometimes at once, but she couldn't be fucked
by them.

Monique strapped the horse in place and now a fourth cock was at Velda's
disposal. This cock, though inhuman, was the largest and most attractive of
all.

She went to it immediately. It dangled before a foot or so from the floor
and she bent her head to the tip. She kissed it and then put it in her
mouth.

She lodged the whole cock head inside it and then moved her head upwards.
Her sucking lips drew in more of the cock as she made her journey upward.

The cock appeared to her as a massive black snake. She yearned to feel as
much of it inside of her as her mouth could stand. Her cheeks were stuffed
with horsecock.

Once an ample part of the shaft was in her trap, she loved it with hot
intensity. She treated the cock as if it were a male lover she was trying
to impress.

The men kept poking their cocks through the bars and pressing their hot
cock heads all over her fevered flesh. Drool escaped from her sucking lips.

As she mouthed the first inches of the prick, it began to rise up and
stiffen between her lips. Soon the cock head was too big to insert.

She had to content herself by running her open mouth over both sides of it
while she playfully massaged the heavy black sac of huge hard nuggets.

Their weight and size inflamed her, and she desperately tried to insert
the cock head back into her mouth in a futile attempt to draw out come.

She was in a frantic state from the lewd proportions of the cock in her
mouth and the three human pokers that pressed against her burning flesh.

As the cock grew it became impossible to do anything but just run her
mouth all over it and feverishly tug and pull on the taut and shiny
foreskin.

She held it directly in front of her with both hands and ran her palms up
and down it. The cock was throbbing and its iron hardness fascinated her.

The human cocks poking into her were a subtle reminder of the real
penetration she craved. All hell was breaking loose inside her fevered
frame.

She pulled the big dick to her bosom and rubbed it against her tits. The
nipples were blood gorged and she touched them with the hot cock head.

A pearly drop of semen leaked out from the black tip and fell onto her
pert aureole. She gasped in excitement and thrust the thing back up to her
face.

Monique was calling for the men to position Velda properly in the pit so
that the horsecock could mount her. They had to pull her away from the
dick.

At first Velda snickered when she felt the men's hands groping for her. 
She thought they had intended to remove her so as to fuck her three holes
again.

The idea still appealed to her but she was hypnotized by the brutish
member in front of her. They managed to rip her from it and set her on
hands and knees.

To keep her occupied, one of the men gave her his dick to suck and she
snapped it into her eager mouth and quickly went to work. Her ass was
raised up.

The small of her back was held in position arched as it was and Monique
went inside the pit. She grabbed the horsecock and strummed it vigorously.

It had lost none of it stiffness. Monique gushed in excitement when she
realized that the cock was even bigger than the one that had pierced her.

The penetration would no doubt cause the girl a great deal of pain.
Monique yearned to see Velda writhe in painful throes, and then succumb to
her wild passion.

It was much like breaking a horse that insisted on throwing its rider.
Eventually the horse gave into the idea and even enjoyed its rider's
commands.

Monique directed the hot cock head along the crack of Velda's gaping cunt.
The contrast between the black leather-like dick and red cunt flesh
inflamed her.

Velda's pink hole budded open as the cock head teased the lips. She moaned
on the cock deep in her mouth and strained her buttocks higher up.

Monique teased the girl's asshole while she ran the cock head over the
gash. Velda began to squeal. Monique held the cock lengthwise across her
gaping cunt.

The throbbing pole burned into her twitching cunt meat and sent spasms of
delight pulsing through her. Her pink hole streamed juice and awaited
entry.

Monique poked two fingers roguishly into her tract and moved them about.
Her long, red-tipped claws dug into the tender red meat to stretch open the
canal.

She tweaked the clit hard between thumb arid forefinger to concentrate
Velda's attention there. Then she took the cock head and directed it home.

Velda felt the head press into her hole and force its way inside. When the
hard tip entered her, her cunt stretched wide and ached from the entry.

She could feel her cunt lips palpitating around the sharply defined rim of
the cock head. The men increased their grip upon her to insure her
submission.

She became frantic with desire and pulled on the cock in her mouth with
her drawing cheeks. her cunt was bared to the wind. She could feel the cool
air upon it.

The cock burned inside her like a flaming poker. The men pushed her
backwards into it so as to bury more of its magnificent length up her cunt.

She groaned from the terrible pain of its entry but did not resist their
tugging. She let them pull her into the beast cock and split her gash wide
open.

She felt the hard, bulging underbelly of the prick force its way inside
her folds. The well of her cunt was stuffed to the brim and formed around
the hard meat, to the limit. There was not an inch of her left to be
penetrated.

Monique could see the effect of the embedded cock upon the young tart's
cunt. It was stretched meanly open. The cunt lips were a fiery red.

The line of tile lips that encircled the lower portion of the black staff
gripped it firmly. Yet those lips twitched and snapped around it.

Monique grabbed the front of Velda's thighs, and while a pair of hands
held her asscheeks, started a motion whereby the cock moved in and out of
her.

They could only move Velda about an inch ether way. But they concentrated
moving her back and forth, no matter how much pain the sliding caused her.

As she bucked back and forth, her cunt lips became redder and the pole
pierced her deeper. It was their aim to embed the whole cock inside her.

Velda sensed their pain and became inflamed from the idea. As her cunt
expanded she helped them move her prostrate body along the lengthy dick.

The fucking motion succeeded in breaking the back of her pain. The more
her cunt walls became used to the penetration, the more her pleasure
increased.

She began to love the feeling of the grand protuberance that split her
body in two. The cock's wonderful domination of her parts egged her on.

Never in her life had she felt so much a woman. Her goal was to bury the
pole in its entirety in her snatch - the same goal as Monique and the men.

Velda's insatiable lust that demanded the full power of the horsecock had
her cohorts on the brink of passion. They wrested Monique from the pit.

They were assured by Velda's moaning pants of insane satisfaction that she
would not move from the pit. Nothing could have removed her from that cock.

They watched her spread her own asseheeks and buck her body into the
mammoth horsecock that impaled her. Her cunt did manage to engulf the whole
thing.

They threw Monique to the floor and ran their rock hard cocks all over her
hot body. She writhed like a whore and stuck her ass up in their faces.

They slapped her asscheeks and one of them took up the belt. As he beat
her the other two men prepared to mount her in both her teeming holes.

She lay on top of one man with his cock in her cunt and jumped wildly on
top of him. He spread her asscheeks and another man plugged into her
asshole.

As she screamed from the searing entry, loving every lascivious inch of
it, the whipping man forced his dick into her mouth and worked it in and
out.

As her three holes were stuffed to the brim, her green-jewel eyes kept a
steady bead on Velda's pumping form. The cock kept piercing her to the
root.

Velda bucked her cunt into the cock and buried it up to the balls. Then,
once in position she gyrated her ass in frantic, circular motions.

She savored every inch of the horsecock that pulsed inside of her. The
horse shifted his feet in a vain attempt to begin a thrusting of its own.

The bulbous cock head lay inside her wall embedded in the folds of meat.
It throbbed like a demon inside of her.

She let that glowing head send pleasurable transmissions rocketing through
her. Her spasms finally over took her.
Chapter 6

"So the horse fucked the shit out of you, and you enjoyed it."

"That's correct. It was my first time, and quite an experience." Felton
could not believe his ears. He stopped fucking the young girl to listen to
the Madame's explanation.

"I surprise you? Yes, there were other times after that."

Her admission to her decadent lust raised up his lust. He long dicked the
girl with his cock. Her young cunt snapped closed, and then he shoved his
cock meanly back up her tract. The girl bolted up her head, and then her
body spasmed.

Felton enjoyed the feel of her convulsing tract against his throbbing
pecker. There was nothing sweeter that dicking a young piece of ass.

Unlike a hardened whore who had to snap her cunt around the dick, a young
tract spasmed of its own sweet accord and was infinitely more pleasurable.

The vixen could be no older than his daughter. Her dark skin was strangely
reminiscent of his daughter's olive colored complexion. His cock felt real
good inside her.

"So Madame, you didn't tell me the end of the story.

"There's nothing more to tell, save that I was fucked silly."

"And what about Monique, did she have her fill that day?"

"I doubt whether that whore ever had her fill of hard cock."

"What did she do after the men had plugged up her three holes?"

"She told them not to come in her, she wanted to eat their scum."

"That seems to be perfectly in hue with everything you said about her."

"Yes, she asked the men to encircle her head with their three cocks."

"As she knelt there on her knees directly before them?"

"Yes, and she pumped them off onto her face and lips."

"And after she ate their come, what did she do then?"

"She joined me in the fur-lined pit and sucked off the horse."

"Ah, so the whore drank down another batch of horsescum, eh?"

"More than that. She insisted on being fucked in the ass."

"By a horse-cock! That's impossible. It couldn't be done."

"Nevertheless, my lusty mentor was determined to give it a try."

Felton reamed the girl's ravaged cunt with long strokes of his cunt. The
thought of a horsecock up the woman's ass made his face flush red. It
inflamed him to think that a woman could be so lust-driven that she would
submit to the awesome spectacle of having her ass stuffed with horsecock.

The image of the scene made him wild, and he took out his fiery passion on
the girl he speared in front of him. She was squealing like a stuck pig.

His cock alone impaled her to the couch. He needn't even hold her down to
force his cock into her this way. The size of the instrument bolted her in
place.

He began an awesome rhythm that shook the girl's flanks in steady
vibrations. His pelvis mashed into her ass like steady thumps of a piston.

She could not move an inch. Her lids were closed tightly and her eyes were
stuck up in her head. When she did open them nothing showed but the whites.

Nothing but pain shot through her loins and then she became numb. Her ass
was beet red from their flesh slapping together.

The Madame continued her story.

"Monique insisted that the men mount another horse upon the pedestal."

"Don't tell me that she actually managed to insert the cock up her ass?"

"It was not for lack of trying, I'll tell you that, my friend."

After she and Velda had sucked up to full erection a new horsecock, Velda
insisted that the men pin her down so that Velda could direct the cock
home.

Monique had kept her lust at a fever pitch by not only draining the three
human cocks down her throat, but by also swallowing buckets of horsescum.

She had downed an ample load of the foul elixir from the first horse that
she had fucked. Then when Velda had finished with the second horse, she had
at that too.

Now, raving slut that she was, she was determined to place the bone-hard
stanchion up her bowels. The penetration was sure to burst her from the
seams.

The men were fearful of the out come but Monique kept urging them on. She
latched onto their cocks and followed them about fondling, kissing, and
sucking them.

She egged them on with her vivacious charms. She snuggled their cocks
between the crack of her ass and tits all the while pleading with them to
mouth the horse.

After moving from cock to cock and administering to them with her expert
talents, they had no choice but to answer her ardent call of desire.

They stood around her and pressed their rising cocks against her hot flesh
and they became hard. Her body was like a dynamo pulsing charges of
passion.

Just the touch of their cocks to her flesh made them fully erect. The men
became convinced of her Wanton lust and prepared a horse on the pedestal.

Velda and Monique sucked the horse hard with their loving mouths. Each of
them had had a taste of brute cock up their loins and it inflamed them.

They cherished the ebony pecker as if it were a tool of the gods. It was
the king of all cocks, a whore's dream, a deadly instrument that could
kill.

The self-destructiveness the horsecock represented spurred them on to
decadent heights. The touch of murder raised the women's lust to fever
pitch.

They mashed it between their breasts and then kissed it. In tandem they
ran the slurping tongue from tip to stem to meaty sac of heavy balls.

They mouthed a nugget individually, each working on one by rolling it in
their loving mouths to get that pole hard cock bloated to full potential.

Monique was especially inflamed, for she knew that the massive cock was
destined for her teeming ass tract. The pain it would cause her would be
unbearable.

But she was determined to requite her insatiable lust. She would go to any
ends to satisfy her lustful desires. Once the pain had gone, the pleasure
would be intense.

The men watched her strain her mouth wide open and take the massive cock
head between her lips. Her lusty snapping of her sucking mouth keyed them.

She was ripe for the fucking. They grabbed her and bolted her in position.
In anticipation of the moment to come, Monique started ranting like a
lust-crazed lunatic.

Her moans of passion were more like animal grunts as it was about to
pounce upon its prey. To quiet her, a cock was shoved in her mouth.

She moaned on the tool in one continuous vibration. Her cheeks were
stretched apart so tautly that the bone in the crack of her ass was clearly
visible.

The men held her like that while Velda fingered the chute that had already
been budded open by the men's assfucking. The cock head was three times the
size.

It would never fit. She probed the tip of the thing onto the hole and
heard Monique grunt in pleasure from the hot feel of it against her.

Velda pushed hard by gripping the staff with her fingers as the underpart
laid on her palm. The men kept splitting the cheeks to break point.

The hole was contorted open to its maximum size. Yet no amount of pushing
could insert the massive horsecock. Monique became more and more frantic.
The thought of being denied the brutal penetration had her in a passionate
frenzy. She sucked harder on the cock to urge the men to get the cock in
her.

She didn't care how they managed it, split her in two for all she cared,
just as long as one way or the other the horsecock would pierce her guts.

She swallowed down the man's cock head so that it rested in her throat.
Her nose nuzzled in his pubic hairs and her lips kissed the base of the
staff.

Her tongue lapped wildly over every inch of the staff. Her cheeks were 
sucked in as she drew on the cock. Her mouth worked on the cock like a milk
pump.

Velda took both hands and placed her forefingers and middle fingers on
each side of the hole. She ripped it open with her four fingers to stretch
out the rim.

She could stretch out the rim to a sizeable width but the interior of the
tract remained relatively closed. If the cock head could get in it would be
firmly embedded.

Then its inexorable plunge up her rectum would begin and surely rip the
tract to shreds making its way up. The bulbous head was a grand width.

Picturing it forcing its way up that especially tight tract, whose
membranes were not as elastic as a cunt's, was just too hard to imagine.

Nevertheless; Velda fiercely pulled and tugged on the pink ring of flesh
until it was raw and irritated and had budded open to its maximum width.

While she stretched it open, a pair of hands kept Monique's asscheeks
firmly split apart and a man's hand took hold of the horsecock and directed
the head.

As soon as the very tip of it touched the inner ring of flesh, Velda let
loose her grip and watched the head force its way inside the hole.

Most of the tip managed to insert itself before the hole snapped closed.
The hand on the cock took advantage of the opening and pushed it forward
hard.

A piercing scream muffled by the cock. embedded in her throat let fly out
of the whorish Monique's mouth. The tip of the cock head was firmly inside
her.

Her asshole rim spasmed around the sharply defined edge of the sculptured
cock head. Her asscheeks were quivering from the huge penetration.

She held her stance, did Monique, and when her pain died down she
satisfied herself by continuing her hot slurping of the hard man meat in
her mouth.

Her eyes came back down from her head and her ass stopped shaking. Her
tract was getting used to the invasion and her heat once again rising.

Velda greased the rest of the shaft that hung out of her ass with her 
spit. She mouthed the tool vigorously and with great fervor getting it good
and wet.

Everyone was dying to see whether Monique could successfully lodge the
instrument and still live to tell about. It was the crowning moment of the
whore's life.

Bragging that she had taken a horse's big dick into her bowels would make
her the most slovenly, perverse, yet inspiring whore on the planet.

No matter how much spit Velda applied with her loving mouth upon the
instrument, it refused to budge a single inch up the whore's tract.

The cock head remained embedded at the hole's entrance. The inner walls of
her tract simply refused to expand another iota to allow for penetration.

Velda could even withdraw the cock head from the hole to wet it with her
mouth. Then she placed it back into the budded rim that had remained open.

The pink ring of flesh admitted the member and nearly allowed for a small
portion of the ebony staff to make its way inside. But then it would stop
dead.

Just that frightful extra entry had caused Monique searing spasms of pain.
The lusty mistress bucked up under the invasion and groaned from her pain.

Velda's eyes latched upon the sight of Monique's butt spasming
uncontrollably as the huge horse dick hung out of her ass making for the
lewdest of sights.

It was then that Velda had made up her mind that only a life of wanton
lust could satisfy her. Monique had served as her fiery model of
inspiration. Eventually her loins stopped quivering and the process was
started anew. Velda assisted in spreading the cheeks while the cock head
was plunged in and out.

Each time it embedded itself the rim of her ass would close around its
sculptured edge. The hole budded open enough to continually poke the head
in and out.

But no amount of force could push the thing further up the tract. It was a
hopeless exercise. Monique feared that the men would soon give up the idea.

She removed the cock from her mouth and exhorted them on. She to]d them to
force that instrument into her somehow, regardless of what it did to her.

One man held her down and now two men placed their four hands on the
staff. The rim of her asshole threatened to burst from the seams it gripped
the cock so tightly.

Without a care for her person, just as she had instructed, the four hands
pulled on the cock to push the fucking thing into her. Monique let out a
piercing scream.

It took a long moment before it died out. When it was it was replaced by
the sound of her moans of rapture. Her loins spasmed around the cock.

The men's fearful thrusting had barely embedded another inch of staff
inside her. The greater portion of the cock still protruded menacingly out
of her.

The thick underbelly of the cock was bloated full and throbbing. Next to
her stuffed asshole it looked twice as large as that tight avenue.

There was simply no way that it could fit inside her. The slightest
attempt would burst her bowels to smithereens. But the whore was still
determined.

She came up with the wildest idea yet. She told the men to tie her in
place and then unleash the straps that bound the horse in place atop her.

For a minute, the place was bathed in an eerie aura of wanton lust. The
men considered the fiery spectacle in their fevered brains.

Monique and Velda waited with bated breath for the final decision. Should
the men answer her call of lust or listen to their better judgement.

It was finally decided that should they follow out her orders, she would
surely kill herself, and the men had no desire to answer a sheriff's
probing questions.

No one would believe that a woman would beg to have her asshole ripped
apart by a horse cock. It was hard for them to believe and they were
witnessing it.

The solution decided upon was to remove Monique from the pit so that the
three of them could assfuck her one after the other in rapid succession.

In this fashion they hoped to stretch open her hole enough for the brute's
fearful entry. If that did not open her up, then the idea would be given
up.

Should Monique willfully kill herself through her own motion, the men
could not be blamed for whatever happened. But to let the horse loose was
another matter.

There was no way to then prove that Monique had put them up to it. She
agreed to the new course of action and the three of them had at her.

To increase her fevered state, she asked the men to be especially brutal
with her in whatever way they choosed. She was completely at their
disposal.

They slapped her ass, face and tits, and when she was aroused from the
beating they thrust her down on her hands and knees and she thrust up her
ass.

Two men held her in place, one of them sitting on the back of her head,
while the third mounted her from the back and pushed his cock up her ass.

He slid his pole deep into her in one fell swoop. Her tract had been amply
expanded by the horsecock's futile penetration. She snapped her tract
around it.

In this fashion, all three of them took turns assfucking her. While they
ravaged her body, to Monique's utter delight, Velda sucked on the
horsecock.

She was in a position where she could enjoy both spectacles at once,
besides being able to finger herself. She sucked horsecock and watched the
rape.

The men poked into her ass at every angle in and effort to stretch out the
hole. Velda saw her ass crack bulge out on each side from the angular
penetration.

They played with her tract like it was made of clay that could be molded
into a new size and shape. Their goal was to dig a hole for the biggest
cock.

The men even tried a double penetration of her ass. One man embedded his
pole and than sat himself down on her upturned ass mounds.

A man knelt directly behind her and wet his pole by dipping into her pink
hole a few times and then proceeding to her cock stuffed asshole.

The man on top withdrew his cock a smidgeon. The tip of the second's man
cock pressed against the underbelly of the embedded one.

The cock head moved downward until it reached the bottom lip of the
asshole rim and then pushed forward. It nudged slightly inside before
slipping out.

Monique was absolutely frantic at the near double penetration. Her asshole
at this point was about as wide as the young vamp Velda's cunt hole.

The men tried the double penetration, but it too proved to be an
impossible task. If the second cock did gain entry, the head of the first
cock popped out.

The men contented themselves poling her with both their cocks at timed
intervals.

For one spasmic second they both at once successfully lodged their cock
head simultaneously. Monique's asshole throbbed so that one of the cock
heads popped out.

Her passion was so intense that the men couldn't resist finally dumping
their loads. Their slick sperm would also serve to amply grease her chute.

One after the other each man took turns depositing his thick load of come
inside her tract. They painted her intestines white with their boiling
come.

"And then what happened. For God sake, don't stop now."

"There's nothing more to tell. Then men came up her ass."

While Madame Velda talked she kept the girl's asscheeks spread wide apart
so as to allow Felton's pole unencumbered access up her tiny brown hole.

In the course of her tale, they had placed the girl atop the couch while
on hands and knees. After a tremendous effort, they managed to insert his
cock head.

The little Gypsie girl was in frightful pain. She had stopped screaming
and had passed out for a long time. When she awoke the pole was still in
her.

The whole pole was in her. Madame Velda waited for her little squeals of
pain to turn into muffled, but charming squeaks of passion.

She knew from her own experience that it would take the girl's chute a
while before it got used to the grand protuberance that raced in and out of
it.

She helped the girl as much as possible by twiddling her swollen clit with
one red claw that caused her juicy cunt lips to spasm delightfully.

She watched Felton's pole as it sheathed itself inside the girl to the
balls, and then roguishly withdrew all the way to the bulbous tip.

As the girl's eyes rolled in her head from the searing fuck, Felton became
anxious to hear the rest of the tale. Whatever happened to Monique?

"I told you, the men came in her and that was it."

"But the horsecock. Did she ever get it up her ass?"

"I'm afraid not, as enlarged as her hole was, the cock just wouldn't fit."

"So tell me, what happened? What about the men?"

"After the third came they became bored with her and left."

"And what about you and Monique, and the erect horse."

"We mouthed it in tandem and drank down the scum."

Felton whammed his cock especially deep up the chute. The head pressed
against something inside the girl.

She jolted and then screamed. He felt his staff stiffen and then burst
forth. He swooned and closed his eyes.

His cock palpitated inside her and deposited huge gobs of come.
Chapter 7

Velvet's love for her stallion had reached abnormal proportions. She was
with the horse constantly.

They were always together. They enjoyed each other's company. Every chance
she could she touched his cock.

She didn't know what had come over her. Her dreams were becoming more
vivid every night. Sometimes she would wake up screaming and bathed in a
cold sweat. Then she heard Vulcan whinnying in his stall from the stable
below her window.

Velvet had gotten into the habit of touching and fondling the horsecock
every day. She did not relegate her gropings just to the horse stall.

Whenever they went out riding she searched for a secluded spot where they
could be undisturbed. Then she dismounted and removed the saddle.

Vulcan was becoming well-trained for the exercises. Every time the horse
saw her it became attentive and alert. It was thrilled by the sight of her.

For her presence could only mean one thing. The horse's cock was about to
be fondled, as well as strummed, kissed, licked, and lovingly sucked.

It allowed its mistress to play with the cock to her heart's content. It
never bolted, but merely shifted its stance from time to time.

Velvet removed all her clothes and stood next to the horse. She ran her
pretty hands whose fingernails were painted a deep red along the horsehide.

She felt the folds of his balls that shined in the blazing sun like a
blanket made of pure blue velvet. Her nipples began to rise up.

With one hand she stroked the horse and with the other she fondled her
tits. The fleshy globes were very sensitive. Velvet was well-endowed.

Just like her mother Arabella, Velvet was destined to be a buxom woman. It
was the only feature on her body that she had inherited from her.

Her long brown hair whisked around her flushed face in the cool breeze.
Her dark colored eyes were little points twinkling with lustful intensity.

She continued stroking the horse's hide and feeling her tits. She tweaked
the hard nipples between her fingers and gasped in sensuous excitement.

She cupped her tits and ran the nipples along the hors's hide. She could
feel her clit tingling as she aroused her nipples in this fashion.

She circled the horse with her loving body, all the time keeping her tits
firmly brushing along the velvety hairs. Her passion kept mounting.

She leaned her hot body against the horse and hugged it to her. Her arms
folded Onto the back and she rubbed her tits from side to side.

She reached a hand to her cunt, and while writhing her tits on the horse's
side, she pushed a finger up her hole and played with herself.

She twiddled her clit with the tip of her red-nailed finger and then ran
it long her crack. When it came to the hole she poked it deep into her.

She sighed in passion and then lifted herself atop the horse. Her gaping
cunt pressed against the horse's back and sent ripples of pleasure through
her.

She laid onto the horse's neck so that it was framed by her tits. She
moved her cleavage up and down the nape while her ass bobbed back and
forth.

Her back was arched in a sensuous curve and her ass was popped up. This
way her gaping cunt was more exposed as she rubbed it against the horse.

Her intensity kept building. She rubbed her tits and cunt fiercely on the
horse's hide and felt her warm body melt into its powerful frame.

She became inflamed at the thought its terrific power laid to rest by
virtue of her hot loving. The horse was completely submissive for her.

When she worked herself up like this some of her nightmarish dreams came
back to her. The image of Vulcan fucking her popped in her brain.

She immediately became scared and passionate at the same time. The idea of
Vulcan fucking her made her very passionate. It also frightened her to
death.

In her dream, Vulcan was completely human in his performance. He took
great care upon mounting her so as not to hurt her with his great force and
weight.

In her dream, his cock caused her nothing but pleasure. There was no pain,
or no tearing entry that in reality had to be the inevitable result.

She dismounted from the steed. She took the leash of the horse collar and
tied it to the tree in front of her. Then she went underneath the horse.

Her tender body pressing against the horse had aroused it somewhat. The
cock was not hanging there like a puckered leather sac waiting to be
filled.

The staff was half hard, and the shiny black foreskin was pulled taut a
little. By gripping the staff Velvet could jerk the skin up and down.

She jerked the horsecock in her red paw and then kissed the engorging tip.
Her tongue licked the puckered slit that dotted the very tip.

She probed the tip of her tongue on it and even darted it a fraction
inside. The cock was beginning to spring to life. She felt the pole
hardening.

As it hardened in her jerking grip, her motions became more heated and she
frantically shoved the bulging head between her lips and drew on it.

Her cheeks sucked in and her tongue flicked all over the smooth surface.
The cock was continuing to rise, and her gripping hand no longer fully
encompassed it.

She felt the width grow in her palm and throb hotly. Her other hand, that
had been playing with her cunt, reached out and pulled the cock to her.

She slobbered on the cock head and drool leaked from her lips. When the
foreskin was pulled taut she began a wet trek along it with her flicking
tongue.

She covered every inch of the staff with her lapping mouth, enjoying the
hot feel of the instrument as it bobbed and swayed on her flushed cheeks.

When it was glistening wet from her spit she ran both sides of the staff
across each cheek of her face. She began to pant, and her clit tingled.

Her nipples were at that bloated state where there threatened to burst
from their seams. This happened to her every time she sucked Vulcan's cock.

The size and weight of the thing inflamed her. It always got so big and
hard that it was impossible for her to stuff it in her eager mouth.

And that point her lust overtook her and she became a lust-driven lunatic.
She became desperate to have that huge cock somewhere inside her.

But, alas, all her efforts were hopeless. She could mouth a portion of the
staff, part of the head or a bit of the sides, but never enough to satisfy
her

That was when Velvet took to rubbing the cock all over her in a frenzy.
She grabbed it hard, causing the horse to move a little, and pressed it to
her.

She took it between her tits and tried to bury it between them. She
cradled it in her arms and rocked back and forth with it and kissed it.

With each tender play the cock got harder and harder. It throbbed on her 
body like a living thing with its own personality. Her passion mounted.

She strummed the pole between her tits and lovingly mouthed the cock head.
The entire shaft glistened with her spit and shined like an ebony husk.

She pulled, tugged, and even mauled the instrument until she was out of
her senses in passion. She pulled it downward in the direction of her cunt.

By holding onto the horsecock she could direct it downward and even use it
for leverage so as to raise herself up on her haunches with knees spread.

With her feet planted firmly on the ground, she laid the hot cock against
her flaming pussy lips. Instantly she spasmed and nearly came.

Holding the pole in place, she ran her cunt crack over the entire length
of the monster cock. She made sure to use the cock head on her clit.

She poked the head on her swollen nub and felt the passionate charge from
the touch of their hot and sensitive parts. Her lust was boiling over.

The more she played with the thing the more frantic she became. But her
lovebouts with Vulcan always ended the same way - without satisfaction.

In her dreams it was easy for Vulcan to mount her. But in the light of the
blazing hot sun, the cock was just to big to penetrate her. Many times she
had tried only to come away more flustered and frustrated than when she had
first started out. She kept loving the tool with her cunt.

She looked down at her fiery red pussy lips that were drenched with her
sweet secretions The massive black cock pressed against the folds.

It too was wet with a mixture of her spit and juice. She moaned as another
short but wickedly delightful spasm overtook her pert young frame.

Her bones seemed to rattle inside her skin. Her flesh jiggled as she
momentarily convulsed. When the spasm passed her cunt was sopping Wet.

More than ever it burned in her brain how her desires were doomed to
failure. Try as she might to cool herself, that rock hard cock kept
inflaming her.

Every orgasm that she experienced at its presence merely raised her
passion that much more. It never quenched but added to her passionate
thirst.

She slapped the black bone-like thing against her twitching cunt. Love dew
splashed off the lips and wet her inner things. Her cut protruded out from
the lips.

She contented herself for a short while by straining her ass up so that
she could run the throbbing cock head all round the area of her clit.

She teased around it, driving herself to the brink of passionate
excitement, and put the slit at the tip directly on her swollen clitoris.

She jolted in place slightly from the pleasurable impact of the touch. Her
pink hole had dilated open and she entertained the thought of putting the
cock in.

She raised her ass higher still and spread her knees as far as she could
get them. She balanced herself with one hand while the other held the cock.

She held the middle circumference and pushed the cock head into her cunt.
Her hole stretched wide but just would not admit the big head.

She became more frantic and pulled hard on the cock to draw it into her
while she moved herself into it. Sometimes she felt the very tip inside
her.

Just a small fraction of the bulbous head made its way inside to her
sensitive inner walls. The teasing taste had her anxious to take in more.

Her awkward position afforded her very little leverage. When she did
arrange herself at the proper height for penetration, she couldn't hold it.

For an instant, a little more of the cock head made its way in her hole,
but then she wavered and the tip bobbed out of her leaving her more
frantic.

This was the point in her dream that Vulcan fucked her. She merely turned
around and on hands and knees like a dog he mounted her.

To imitate the image that pulsed through her, of the horsecock being
placed inside of her, she turned about on all fours and jutted out her ass.

She waited for Vulcan's cock to insert itself inside her pink gash but it
never happened. The bone hard cock merely rested on her asscheeks and back.

She reached behind and tried to direct the cock to her little hole. She
could direct it properly but just could not get it in her cunt.

She rubbed the hard head up and down her juicy crack and prayed for a 
miracle. Right now, in her head, Vulcan's cock was racing in and out of
her.

She tweaked her nipples as the cock burned on her loins and thought of
Vulcan fucking her. His dick filled her to the brim with sweet love.

There was no pain. Just extreme pleasure. She could feel the monstrous
cock pulling in and out of her, pulling her cunt flesh wide apart.

Her cunt flesh formed around it in thin webs that stretched thin from the
poles massive size. She moved into the cock to capture more of it.

While she thought of making hot love to the beast, she latched onto the
cock and rubbed the cock head in the crack of her ass and cunt.

She laid the upper portion of the pole directly against this sensitive
crack and enjoyed the hot throbbing of the pulsing rock hard cock.

In her head that cock was in her, sending spasms of rapture flowing like
electric tidal waves through her hot, young and restive body.

She gushed with excitement from the thought of riding that cock, or
essentially, of being rode by the horse. Her imagination was fully aroused.

She reached to the sac of balls and took them in her palms. She pressed
them against her cunt lips believing the pole to be buried inside of her.

The bulbous cock head filled her womb totally with its hot and throbbing
meat. She could feel it glow inside her and send her off in orgasm.

She was impaled on the pole and enjoying every delectable moment of it.
She raced her body back and forth in time to Vulcan's rhythm.

She liked to drive backward with all her strength so as to see how far she
could get the cock inside her. It filled her to the brim, while splitting
her in two.

The size of the cock made all the difference in the world. She was a
princess and deserved the best. The best and biggest cock was hers alone.

She rode herself back and forth furiously on the pecker. Each time the
head hit rock bottom inside her she let out a lustful groan of pleasure.

Her face was contorted in an expression of wanton lust. With reckless
abandon she threw her flanks backward into her lover's cock.

She felt the pole as it charged in and out of her. As it withdrew from her
snatch all the way, snapping her lips closed, she massaged it in her hands.

Then it pierced back into her and she could feel with her hands how the
pole lost itself in the hot folds of her snapping cunt meat.

She pulled the cock into her with her cunt muscles as well as pushing
backwards into it. And Vulcan's mighty thrust added to the penetration.

In her mind's eye she could see the penetration taking place from a
distance as well as experience its penetration from her vaunted position.

She watched and felt at the same time as the cock split apart her cunt and
made its way deep inside her. Her ass spasmed with every stroke.

She especially liked to have the pole sheathe her to the balls Her cunt
snapped on it in an attempt to draw out the copious load of come it held.

While she did this she vigorously strummed her cut, that was red and
swollen from her intense state of passion. Her nipples were rock hard

She savored the feeling of the entire massive pole buried well deep inside
her snatch. The whole throbbing member writhed like a beached fish inside
her.

Her fantasy was so real that she had to turn herself about so as to once
more mouth the huge pole. It had dried of her spit so she bathed it again.

While she thought of the cock filling her insides to the brim and sending
seething waves of pleasure pulsing through, she sucked the horsecock.

The horsecock had a little nub of flesh, much like blind pimple, that hung
directly below the sharply defined ridge of the cement-hard cock head.

She concentrated her swirling tongue tip on this particularly sensitive
nub of flesh. As she teased it so, the cock became harder still.

Her face was flushed a beet red as her actions inflamed her. In her head
that cock was deep inside her. The hard underbelly throbbed inside her.

She could see that part of the staff quite clearly from where she was
kneeling. She grabbed it with a hand and jerked the staff frantically.

With a tremendous effort, straining her mouth open until her lips were
thin, red Tines, she managed to insert the rock hard head laying it on her
tongue.

Once inside her mouth, she relaxed her jaws and the cock head remained
imbedded. Now she went back to imagining the horsecock fucking her.

She formed her lips around the cock head ridge and drew on it. Both hands
took hold of the blood gorged staff and rigorously jerked it.

She thought of her horsecock stuffed cunt and how much pleasure it gave
her. She liked the image of watching herself being fucked from a distance.

Vulcan stood perfectly still while she moved her cunt back and forth. She
gyrated her ass in circles and the pole dashed back and forth inside her.

She could imagine herself poising her cunt and then moving backwards real
fast and watch the cock become lost in her folds. Her cunt ate it up.

The cock head had been gripped by her lips, and as she wriggled backwards
in circular motion she corkscrewed the massive instrument into her womb.

The cock head lodged deep inside her and she kept writhing from side to
side underneath it. She sucked harder on the cock thinking of it.

She pulled the pole with one hand and kept her mouth engulfing the head.
Her free hand went to her gash and played with the lips and cut.

Vulcan's palpitating pole told her that he would soon release his
monumental load of come. She intended to draw it out with her mouth.

She pressed it hard between her lips and kept jerking it. In her mind's
eye she saw herself writhing in ecstasy as Vulcan fucked her wildly.

He lifted up his front legs and plowed into her with his full weight. She
thought of the tremendous orgasm it caused her, and then she spasmed for
real.

Her twiddling finger had charged up her throbbing clit. A stream of hot
cunt juice poured out from her pink hole. She squealed in passion as the
cock lurched.

As she tugged on the pole a hot spurt of horsescum fell on her tongue. She
swallowed it down fast and made ready with her tongue for the next spurt.

The charging horse cock filled her mouth to the brim with scum by the
third spurt. She released it from her mouth a come oozed out onto her tits.

She took the staff and raised it above her head. The next load landed atop
her head and painted the part of her lovely long and braided brown hair.

She continued to jerk off the horse atop her head until she felt the scum
dripping down onto her forehead and running all over her braided hair.

Then she aimed the charging cock head at her tits and watched a gooey
batch of horsescum splash onto her hot tits. A fleck dashed onto a nipple.

She wrung out the remainder of the come onto her tits so that both nipples
were amply doused with an equal share. Then she rubbed it in.

She put the deflating cock head back into her mouth and sucked off the
come flecks. Her hands rubbed the steamy scum into her creamy white tits

She tweaked the nipples that were still bard and felt the scum harden and
plaster itself on their surfaces.

She kept the cock in her mouth and ran her hands on her face to rub into
her features Vulcan's precious come.

When she was done and the cock was licked clean, she put each finger in
her mouth smacking her lips as she ate the last of the come.
Chapter 8

Arabella's blue eyes shifted in their sockets as she watched the fading
rays of the sun.

She had watched her daughter make love to the beast. Tears welled up in
her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

She had no idea that her eccentricity had reached such proportions. She
had been riding and accidentally spotted her.

When Arabella saw Velvet her jaw dropped. For a good minute or so her jaw
was agape. Drool leaked out of her lips and soiled her partly opened green
blouse.

She rested her arm across her lap as she sat atop her horse and surveyed
the spectacle. Her daughter's wanton lust shocked and amazed her.

To make love to a horse! My God, what had come over her? Could she be
losing her mind? Or perhaps she was just a horny devil. But a horse!

The way she tenderly mouthed the enormous instrument made her mother 
blush. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. How on earth had she
managed it?

Arabella never in her wildest dreams would have entertained the notion to
suck off a horse. That Velvet had performed the feat boggled her mind.

The thought was so alien to her normal frame of mind, that Arabella had to
do two or three double-takes to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

The cock was huge. In many ways it reminded her of her husband's big wang.
She thought his cock had been the largest cock that she had ever seen.

Frank's cock next to this cock was a well-developed younger brother. In no
way did it match the brutal appearance of the brutish beast's.

Being a jet black color as well as huge intensified the magnificence of
its form. It made it look more unreal and therefore that much more
inspiring.

As Arabella watched her daughter Velvet suck heartily on the horse's
mammoth member, she felt her clit begin to tingle and her juices well up.

The sensuous manner in which Velvet brazenly mashed it in between her hot
tits made her mother blush with shame. Her reckless abandon was shocking.

In an instant of time Arabella's image of her offspring changed from that
of a terribly prudish and lonely girl to that of a lusting whore.

She had feared that Velvet's proper attitude would inhibit her in the
future, and prevent her from experiencing those things a beautiful woman
should.

Frank had implied that his love for Arabella died when Velvet was born for
she represented his first royal link. She was a child of money.

Arabella then became a symbol of the past. Their insatiable lust had
brought them together, she falling madly in love with his cock, and the die
was cast.

They stayed together for they had no one else. When Frank hit it big it
became necessary to put on a front of respectability, a mere put-on.

There was no love between them, just torrid sex that had become mechanical
but nonetheless pleasurable. They were fucking machines, that's all.

Velvet had always been held up as a weapon against her. Frank compared the
both of them and Velvet's innocence became the focal point of his life.

If he knew that his daughter was blowing a horse it would surely kill him.
Arabella grinned at the idea. Felling Frank was something she had never
considered.

Maybe their was a way to keep his cock yet gain the upper hand. She knew
he was fucking about like a veritable satyr. The time had come to fix his
wagon.

She watched Velvet drown herself in come and then led her horse approach
her. By the time Arabella arrived Velvet had doused herself freely with
horsescum.

She lay on the ground underneath Velvet with her legs spreadeagled and her
fingers mildly strumming her angry red cunt lips and swollen clit.

A contented smile glowed on her face that was flushed red from her spasmic
discharge. She was pleased with herself. One hand still held the deflating
horse staff.

"What the hell is going on her you little vixen?"

Velvet bolted to her feet in a flash of an eye, her lips trembling.

"I said what the fuck is going on here, are you crazy?"

Velvet was stunned. There was absolutely nothing she could think of to
say.

"I want an explanation, and right now, or I'll tan your bare hide."

Velvet could still think of nothing to say. She covered her breasts.
Arabella got off her horse holding her riding crop. Her long blond hair was
whisking along her face. Her beady blue eyes threw darts into Velvet's.

Velvet's eyes met her mother's glare with a willful indifference. She
couldn't give a fuck what her mother thought, but prepared herself for the
whipping.

"This is the most lustful act of behavior I have ever seen."

Still, Velvet said nothing. Her silence relayed her impertinence.

Arabella raised up the riding crop. In a flash it struck Velvet's flesh.
The crop whipped away and left a thick red line across a tit and shoulder.

Velvet winced in pain but stood her ground. She bit her lip and stared her
mother down. Arabella lowered her eyes and raised up the crop.

Another blow fell on the opposite side. Now a crisscrossing pair of welts
stretched across both of Velvet's tits. Velvet did not shed one tear.

Her blatant disinterest in the lesson she was supposed to be learning
incensed Arabella. Her next blow was the hardest one of all.

The length of the riding crop laid across both Velvet's tits at once and
must have stung horribly. Her flesh spasmed from its painful memory.

Velvet bit her lip and groaned. That strike had hurt. Her nipples sprung
to attention from the sudden arousal. The welt ran across each nipple.

"Stop, mother, I promise I will not do it again. I swear."

But the beating was too pleasurable for Arabella to stop. She enjoyed the
chance to get even with her daughter for her so called perfection.

After years of having her thrown in front of her face as someone better
than her, someone more worthy of Frank's regal notions, she had caught her
dead to rights.

Now she could vent her frustration out on her without fear of
recrimination. She dare not tell her father why she was punished. Arabella
was home free.

She took her crop and laid big, heavy snapping blows upon Velvet's bare
buttocks. She revelled in the sight of the cruel welts that sprung up.

The creamy white flesh of her sensitive parts were sensuously stripped
with her mother's fierce lashes. After a vigorous beating, Velvet began to
cry.

She sobbed heavily and fell to her knees. She hugged her mother's legs to
her breast and begged her to stop the beating. Arabella was unimpressed. "I
shan't stop the beating until you tell me why you did this."

To reinforce her demand, Arabella laid the crop upon Velvet's bare back.
Velvet gripped her mother's legs and pulled closer to her, still sobbing.

Three hearty thwacks of the crop fell on her flesh and left ringing red
welts in their wake. Finally, Velvet's spirit broke and she began to speak.

"I did it because I love Vulcan. We are lovers and always have been."

"You are in love with a horse? Why you brazen slut! I'll kill you."

"Oh no, don't beat me with that crop again, I'll die. I swear."

Arabella was livid at her daughter's lustful admission. The little tramp
was obviously hypnotized by the huge size of the inhuman horsecock.

She backed away so that her strokes of the crop travelled an ample
distance so that the momentum behind her blows were singularly powerful.
Velvet scrunched her head and knees in the direction of her belly and tried
to cover up. Her ass and back were still exposed, completely vulnerable.

Her mother's whipping left mean red tracks that seared into her and left
her throbbing in pain. Her sobbing stopped and she began to scream.

Suddenly, her horse that had been tied to the neighboring tree began to
kick and buck of its own accord. Arabella was so stunned she stopped her
whipping.

The horse wrenched its neck around then freed itself from the tree. It
turned face forward and raised up its front legs. Then it whinnied loudly.

Arabella could see its white row of teeth for it bared them. Velvet sprung
to her feet once she had discerned that Vulcan had come to her aid.

Her mother dropped the whip and backed away from the both of them. She
ordered her daughter to control her steed this instant, or she would have
it shot.

Velvet ran to her love and grabbed the hanging leash. At her command the
stallion lowered his front legs and settled back down to normal, she
stroking its hide.

Arabella let out a sigh of relief. Her senses told her what had just
occurred but she was having difficulty believing it. Had the horse really
assisted her?

She watched Velvet calming down the steed. Her arms encircled its neck and
her tits rubbed against its mane. Her sentiment was etched on her face.

If Arabella wasn't in love with the beast she was certainly putting on a
convincing show. Without saying a word she mounted her own horse and left.

"You won't have Vulcan shot, will you mother?"

Arabella left the question unanswered and kept on riding. But the incident
preyed heavily on her mind for a long time to come. It haunted her.

She knew that her daughter's behavior was partly a result of her own
failure as a mother. But there was something more that kept gnawing at her.

It was the fact that Arabella had become quite turned on by the lewd
spectacle of Velvet mouthing horsecock. It was insane, but exceedingly
lustful.

In one way, she admired her daughter's supreme independence and freedom of
will. It took a special kind of female to make love to a horse, obviously.

She contemplated the size of her husband's erect cock as compared to that
of the horse's. Their size and width were not too appreciably different.

Arabella considered fucking a horsecock. If she could fit Frank's big dick
up her ass she had no doubt that she could take a horse dick up her cunt.

The idea heated and revolted her at the same time. She could not imagine
mouthing the tool. The idea of its taste struck her as sickening.

Yet she had seen Velvet down its scum. She had nearly passed out from the
sight. Perhaps it did not repel her daughter for she had never tasted man
sperm.

Still, it was quite sickening to think of the smell and taste of the
brute's sensitive parts. But she liked the idea of the horse fucking.

Yes, that alternative she could live with. She pondered the fact that no
other cock but Frank's had ever satisfied her. It gave him a hold over her.

She had tried other men but sexually they were duds. There were
affectionate and very loving, but their tools could not give her Frank's
kind of orgasm.

She was used to having the well of her cunt stuffed with cock. No one
could probe as deeply inside her as Frank. His love was the deepest.

But her pride was hurt from all his fucking around. He embarrassed her in
public. Everyone knew of his carousings. She was an object of pity to
people.

For an instant it pulsed through her head that a horsecock was the key to
both her problems. But she quickly dismissed the idea as morbid.

But in her sleep, her dark an unconscious urges made themselves known. She
could not hide from herself while asleep. Her dreams became more intense.

She would have moving images of herself surrounded by horsecocks. There
were three or four of them, as many as she wanted, and she had at them.

She was in the center and they hovered around her. Some were higher than
the others and she tugged and pulled on their rock hard staffs.

There was one directly in front of her face and she kissed it and took it
in her mouth. The other horsecocks poked into her flesh and teased her.

She was immersed in beastly cock and enjoying every scintillating second.
She was beside herself in passion and sucked on all the cock at random.

Whichever ones she didn't suck she kept tugging and pulling. They were all
a gleaming black and glistened with spit from her slurping sucks.

Then one after the other the cocks mounted her. It was not long before her
cunt was stretched to an unreal size from the horse's powerful fucking.

Each horse took turns sticking cock in her cunt. She was on all fours and
raised her flanks up to accept each one. She could see the black cock
pumping her.

It ran out of her cunt from tip to stem, just as Frank did when he fucked
her. Thinking of her husband gave her the notion to be ass fucked.

She stretched her ass cheeks open and bared her asshole. A horse drove his
cock up her loins and she saw herself crying from pain and passionate lust.

She could see the huge pole sheathing itself inside her little tract. Her
pink rim thinly gripped the plunging staff and stretched like a web.

The horse dismounted and another steed took its place. All the horses took
turns fucking her. Each one reamed her asshole with its huge tool.

In her dream the cock's were arranged in order of size. The last horse to
mount her had an inordinately large member. It was as large as a cannon.

Only in one's lustful dreams could a cock assume such proportions. Only a
lewd woman's lusty dreams could invent it. Arabella was such a woman.

This tool made her gush with excitement from its mere sight. It sculptured
form was astounding. The cock head was a huge bulb plastered on the staff.

She touched it before it made its way into her. Her finger tips felt the
hot hardness of the thing. She directed the head up her ass chute.

She watched from a distance as it impaled her. In a second it was fully
inside of her and reaming in and out at a slick and frantic pace.

The pole had been well-greased from her drool. Each time it buried inside
her to the root she saw her mouth turn an oval shape and utter an intense
moan.

She woke up from her dream at this point to find herself vigorously
strumming her clit. She continued jerking off and thinking of this fuck.

Only in a dream could a horsecock perforate an asshole with irreparable
damage. But it was an image such as this that spurred on Arabella's orgasm.

She plunged four fingers up her cunt and dug the long red-painted
fingernails into her cunt meat. Her free thumb played on her throbbing
clit.

The horsecock took to pulling totally out of her asshole. She watched her
ass rim snap closed and then bud open as the tool forced its way back in.

Then she could feel the huge bulbous cock head rolling into her guts like
a charging cannonball. Her seething passion was beyond belief.

Imagining the feel of the horse's hot and throbbing cock head pulsing in
her bowels inflamed her. Arabella tore into her cunt flesh with her
fingers.

She spread the lips wide apart and lifted up her ass. She played with the
cut between two red thumbnails and tweaked it hard to bursting.

Steamy streams of hot cunt dew rushed out of her gash as thick as gooey
syrup. She wet her fingers with her juice and put them in her mouth.

The horsecock was bone-deep in her bowels. She forced her knees upwards
and backwards to drive her ass into the cock and drive it especially deep
inside her.

All the while she moaned with intense passion. The size of the instrument
stretching her apart never stopped inflaming her in her fevered state.

The only way to feel its full power was to take the brute's cock up your
ass. The tighter tract afforded more pain, but caused the brute more 
pleasure.

Therefore, the reaming of the tract is more intense. The owner of the cock
is more inflamed and is pre-disposed to drive deeper inside the roost.

For the woman it means that if her walls can stretch to the proper limit
and then she waits out the pain, seething ripples of pleasure are sure to
come.

In Arabella's dream there was no pain at all. Just intense spasms of
pleasure that she relayed immediately to her fingers as they played on her
cunt.

The cock head deep in her bowels stayed there in her mind's eyes. Her
conscious self was devoted to the fearful strumming of her angry red gash.

One huge cock was not enough. In a situation only possible in one's
dreams, Arabella managed to insert another horsecock inside of her.

This one pierced her cunt. She saw herself being double-fucked by two
impossibly human-like steeds. They held her in place with their forelegs.

They held her between them raised up in their hind legs and held her
between them. She could see their cocks ravaging her two sensitive holds.

Her image focused on that tender inch of flesh between the end of her pink
hole and the beginning of her brown one. It was bulged out.

The bulge was caused by the two insanely large dicks that bore into them
like she was made of clay. Her flesh conformed to the forced re-shaping.

She moaned on her bed as she thought of the event really happening. She
felt her four fingers get gripped by her spasming cunt and she came.

Her orgasm wrung her juices out of her and drenched her hand. The image of
the horsecocks boring in her holes slowly faded from her mind's eye.

These kinds of dreams began to haunt Arabella more and more. As time went
on she became jealous of her daughter's daring exhibition.

A crazy urge was making itself real in her conscious mind. More and more
she yearned to be fucked by a horse. It became a veritable B & D session.

She found herself constantly masturbating to the idea. Whenever Fran was
home they engaged in torrid sex but it wasn't enough to quell that decadent
urge.

Her evil half rose up and demanded to be expatiated. She had to do
something about or go mad. She went to see Madame Velda in an act of
desperation.

She told the Madame of her problem. She would not confide to her what her
real name was, for obvious reasons. She did not know whether to trust her.

The Madame was eager to hear her story. She decided that for the right
price she might very well indeed be able to help satisfy the poor woman.

For five thousand dollars it was agreed that Madame Velda would supply the
horse as well as all the necessary accouterments necessary for the act.

They scheduled a time and place. On the day of fulfillment Arabella was
there on time. The thought of her deed had her tingling with anticipation.

She had thrown caution to the wind and took the fiery plunge. Inspired by
her daughter's wanton lust she was spurred on to consummate the act
herself.

Her own wanton behavior turned her on. To be devoid of conscience raised
the possibilities of lust tenfold.

She left the hoary preliminaries up to the Madame. She arranged for the
proper harness to be constructed.

It was agreed that the horse would try to penetrate Arabella, but only at
her own speed and pace.

She did not wish to die as a result of her lust.
Chapter 9

Velda arranged the spectacle to take place in an abandoned shack located
on the outskirts of Lairsville.

The contraption that would hold the horse in place had been constructed on
this sight as the Madame had instructed.

The work had been carried out by one of her devoted customers who gladly
assented to engineer its building. He was paid amply by the Madame out of
the money that Arabella gave her. She still did not know the woman's name.
Velda became curious.

She knew that she must come from somewhere in the neighboring environs.
And for her to be willing to pay such a price meant she had money.

Velda carried out her part of the bargain. She had no doubt that in time
she would learn the identity of the lusty woman. But for now, she humored
her.

It was agreed that the both of them be alone during the event. There was
to be no one present with Arabella save Madame Velda herself.

They started the proceedings by first mounting a well-hung young steed
onto the instrument and strapping it in place with leather bindings.

The horse's genitals hung down into a bottom chamber that was large enough
to house one person comfortably. It was fenced in with wooden boards.

There was carpet nailed to the floor so that its occupant wouldn't scrap
her knees while the horse's penetration was actually performed.

Once the horse was in position, Madame Velda instructed her rich customer
that it would be a good idea for the both of them to first make love.

The idea was not repellant to Arabella. Her mind had expanded greatly in
this area ever since she had seriously considered fucking a horse.

No sexual action could be more perverted than that. She gladly assented to
the Madame's suggestion. They hugged one another and kissed.

Their lips pressed together and their tongues darted into their mouths.
They were both striped naked and their firm boobs mashed together.

The Madame squeezed Arabella's firm ass mounds and kneaded them in her
hands. She split them apart to bare both of her holes to the cool wind.

When Arabella felt the cool air hit her hot holes she sighed in delight.
She sucked on Velda's tongue while it probed deep into her mouth to her
throat.

Her clit was tingling and her nipples began to rise up. As they embraced
they inched themselves closer to the strapped horse in the center of the
shack.

They got close enough so that Velda could rub Arabella's back against the
side of the horse. The action inflamed her and she moaned in passion.

She clung to Velda very hard and dug their pelvises together. Both of 
their cunt lips parted open and started the glisten with first drops of
dew.

Arabella could feel her pink hole budding open. She clutched the Madame's
buttocks as she had clenched hers. She spread the cheeks and bared her
asshole.

She heard the Madame sigh just as she had. The both of them were now quite
passionate and eager to fuck. The horse shifted in its hold.

The Madame continued to press the inflamed woman against the horse while
her tongue roved along her neck. She nuzzled her face in Arabella's tits.

Her face was flushed but when it touched the hot flesh it burned into
Velda's skin. The woman was exceedingly hot. A spasm overtook her.

It wasn't one of orgasmic rapture, but merely an anticipatory thrill of
the pleasure to come. Velda began to love and kiss both breasts.

She tongued along the pert aureoles and then finally took a nipple between
her lips. Arabella let out a throaty grunt of obvious pleasure.

She watched the lusty Madame suck her nipple to full hardness. Then she
went to the next tit and sucked that nipple to a hard erection as well.

Arabella moved her ass against the horse's hide and felt her hot cheeks
being caressed by the soft hairs. Her cunt was burning, and quite red.

The Madame lifted her face off her tits and proceeded downward. She bent
to her knees and Arabella sucked in air as she opened her legs wide.

Velda's tongue flicked out and lashed a wet swipe onto Arabella's
throbbing clit. This caused her to moan and Velda increased her frantic
flicking.

Arabella liked rubbing her back and loins against the beast's hide. She
remembered how Velvet had caressed the area of the horse with her entire
body.

She told the Madame to help her onto the horse's back. This way she rubbed
her tits and throbbing clit along the horse's spine and aroused herself.

Velda was behind her by the horse's tail examining the gaping cunt. The
woman's chunky ass mounds protruded like meaty bulbs from her flanks.

She clutched them and helped Arabella move her sensitive parts over the 
horse's back. She moaned softly and then cupped her tits and squeezed them.

She bulged out her hot and swollen nipples and ran them across the nape of
the hairy neck. She panted in heat. Then she shook her tits on its mane.

She aroused herself in this manner while Velda had at her cunt. She
continued to move her ass back and forth to rub her cut into the protruding
spine.

Then she reached her face to the dripping red gash and lapped on the lips.
Arabella gasped and for a moment her whole body froze in position.

Her body spasmed in a succession of convulsions as Velda kept on licking.
She moved her tongue in between the lips and then twiddled her clit.

Arabella's low, deep moan of sensual excitement signalled the Madame's
lips had clamped themselves around her throbbing clit. An orgasm rocked
her.

She concentrated on the feeIing of the tongue flicking furiously on her
redhot nub, and her shaking breasts whose cleavage straddled the hairy
neck.

She tweaked her nipples hard as she came. She dug her red-painted
fingernails into the tender meat and scratched their hard surfaces nearly
to bleeding.

She liked the tingle of pleasure rushing through her cunt, and the tiny
biting stab of her piercing nails. Both merged together making her seethe.

Pain mixed with pleasure to form a new form of sensuous fulfillment. Her
sex parts were alive to any stimulation, being it pain or pleasure. They
joined in her brain and inflamed her. Arabella dismounted from the steed
and went inside the bottom chamber. The horsecock dangled before her eyes.

She reached a hand to it and touched it. It was as yet a dead and lifeless
thing. But its enormous size was an indication of its hidden potential.

Even limp it was an inspiring sight. The knowledge that her dream was
about to be real sharpened her lustful edge. She felt demonic, and hot.

She continued teasing it with the tips of her fingers. She thought she
felt an inch of blood or so lurch its way into the cock. She gripped it.

The soft underbelly rested on her palms. Her fingers encircled the top of
the staff. She moved her fingers like a musician over the living 
instrument.

She could feel the slack black foreskin beginning to tighten. She
continued palming and fingering the horsecock. Her next move was to stroke
its length.

She gushed with pleasure as it grew in her hand. She jerked the foreskin
back and forth on the staff, feeling the shaft engorging with animal blood.

She held it in her palm and held up the tip. Her thumb ran along the
puckered slit at the top. Her red thumbnail probed a little ways inside.

She balanced the cock in her hand and felt its weight. It was barely half
hard and already it was as big as Frank Felton's cock, Velda had the same
thought.

Arabella saw a red-tipped set of fingers reach out from in between the
wooden boards and clasp the horse's balls. It began to knead and fondle
them.

She pumped the cock more vigorously in her hand. She rubbed the bloating
tip on her cheeks and nose. Then she took it and ran in across her lips.

She wet her lips and thereby wet the cock head. She slobbered a little and
then her tongue flicked out for her first taste ever of horse meat.

The flat part of her tongue brushed against the smooth and rounded black
surface and licked off some of her drool. The taste was surprisingly
pleasant.

It was not as bitter as she had expected. The tainted edge it left in her
mouth was more than bearable. In fact, it inflamed her all the more.

She held the staff firmly in her hand and placed the head between her
lips. Her tongue curled underneath it, pressing it to the roof of her
mouth.

She sucked on the cock head and strummed the staff simultaneously. The
back of Velda's hand was rolling the massive sac of balls along her
knuckles.

Her other hand reached through the boards and helped Arabella strum the
pole. The cock was rising spectacularly to its final zenith.

As it did so the foreskin became tauter and tauter until finally it was
impossible to move along the length of the staff. The women's fingers 
played with it.

The tenderly squeezed, scratched, pulled and tongued on the blood engorged
constrictor until their faces were blushing with heat and the cock was iron
hard.

They became inflamed at its marvelous sculptured form. It looked like it
had been forged in some depraved blacksmith's shop. Their passion became
intense.

They loved to run their wet tongues along its entire length. It glistened
like an ebony tusk of priceless value. They bathed every inch of it

Arabella was particularly inflamed by the monstrous cock head. It looked
like a fleshy heart hand been placed pulsing atop the engorged staff.

She put it in her mouth and tried to gobble it. The tremendous size of the
thing prevented her from enjoying its full flavor in her hot mouth.

While she strained her jaws to accept it, Velda kept running her tongue
from tip to stem along the staff. Sometimes she pecked at the balls.

They ate their sensuous worm of pleasure with a voracious appetite. They
wanted it desperately in their mouths but could only capture small parts of
it.

Arabella snatched it from the Madame's clutches and pulled the thing to
her body. She hugged it to her bosom and cradled it in her arms.

She held it lengthwise across her tits and kissed it like a new born babe.
The cock head rested on one bloated nipple and she kissed it.

She rocked back and forth with the thing in her arms. Her eyes were
rolling in her head. Her clit was burning in between her cunt and inflaming
her.

She moaned and turned over on her hands and knees. Madame Velda seized the
moment and grabbed the horsecock. Arabella felt the burning head on her
cheek.

She wriggled her ass and the Madame ran the bulbous head along the crack
of her wet gash. The pink hole budded open with a few hot strokes.

Velda continued running the hot cock head along the fevered parts. She
nudged it in the crack of her ass, laying the burning tip on her asshole.

Arabella moaned like a cat in heat. Her hands reached back and sought out
the monster. Velda kept rubbing it between her cheeks and cunt lips.

She was waiting for the proper moment to attempt penetration. The woman
had to be at a fever pitch in order to withstand the pain of entry.

Expert whore that she was, Velda timed her attack perfectly. Arabella's
body glowed a beet red from the teasing cock head intensifying her passion.

In a moment she would beg Velda to put the thing in her. And even then the
Madame must deny her. It was important that she be seething with passion.

Her cunt must be in full flower before the pole could be inserted. The hot
tip continued to burn between her asscheeks and run against her cunt.

Arabella agreed to double the price if the Madame would just please begin
the long-awaited penetration. Velda just kept on teasing her.

The cunt lips were an angry red color. Her clit was throbbing. It was so
swollen it parted the lips and dangled forth. The pink hole was streaming.

Her dew ran out the hole and dripped onto her aching clit. The probing
head had budded her asshole open a little and Velda teased it with a finger

Arabella arched her back to breaking and strained her ass upwards. She
grabbed her cheeks and split them to breaking. Her cunt lips were
twitching.

Velda took the cock in her hand and pulled on it. The head parted the
redhot lips and found the hole. She pushed it forward with all her
strength.

Arabella moaned during the entire penetration. The cock head had just been
inserted inside her and she could feel her cunt meat forming around it.

Her outer lips were clamped around the sharply defined cock head ridge.
Her lips seem to suck on that edge as they spasmed from the entry.

For a moment her passion stopped pulsing. She had her first doubts. She
was stuffed to the brim and only the very tip of the beastly thing had been
inserted.

But the Madame was too well versed in the sexual arts not to seize upon
the moment. Her own passion was boiling over and she yearned to see the
woman horse-fucked.

She comforted her by playing with her clit very gently and massaging the
contorted cunt lips. She took to probing the cock head in and out.

Soon, Arabella's juices were flowing from the tender arousal. In no time
her cunt had stretched to comfortably lodge the massive cock head.

Without Velda's aid she backed into the instrument. Velda held the staff
merely to keep it in place. She watched the cunt move on and off it.

Each time the head dislodged it left the cunt lips stretched wide, and
then they slowly began to close up. But they were too stretched out to
close all the way.

And before that could happen, Arabella was moving her cunt back onto the
head and feeling it lodge inside her. She began to squeal like a suckling
pig.

Her fucking motion inflamed her to try and bury more of the pole. Velda
gripped it with two hands. Arabella's cunt snapped back and forth on it.

Each time she thrust back after withdrawing she was able to engulf more
and more of its length. She took as much in her as was her pleasure.

She could engineer whatever length of cock her cunt had expanded to
accept. As soon as it got used to one length, she took more of it into her

The more she took inside of her, the greater her pleasure. Velda watched
the lower half of the cock as it hung out of her gaping gash.

Half on the bulging, and blood gorged underbelly had made its way up her.
When she removed from it to pump, the top half of the cock glistened with
her dew.

Velda could not resist snapping her own mouth on the cock head after a
withdrawal, and lapping down a spritely taste of hot cunt dew and horse
flesh.

Arabella became frantic to have the cock reinserted. Velda teased the cunt
lips to spasming before placing the cock back inside her hot gash.

Arabella then squealed in pleasure and pushed back to engulf more of the
cock. This time she succeeded in burying the massive bulge at the staff's
bottom.

She squealed in rapture at the fullness of her penetration. She could feel
the sensitive underbelly of the prick throbbing in her rippling cunt.

She was inflamed to distraction, and with eyes stuck up her head she
sought to bury the remaining few inches of horse cock and felt the balls on
her lips.

She pushed herself backward and with one great plunge, she snapped her
cunt around the blood gorged base of his staff. She paused to suck in air.

She savored the feel of the whole thing filling her cunt well to the brim.
She felt Velda's hands pressing the scrotum sac against her twitching cunt
lips.

Her dream had been realized. Her fantasy had reached fruition. She was at
once the lowest and greatest of all women. A long sigh rushed from her
mouth.

Like the lust-crazed whore that she was, Arabella rode the cock hard and
mashed it in and out of her gash. The pole slid its hearty length inside of
her.

Her cunt was hot, twitching, and on fire, and it streamed juices freely so
as to amply wet her tract for the searing invasion. Arabella went mad.

She raised up her knees and with palms on the floor mashed her cunt into
the base of the cock. Her cunt lips formed around the base and continued
spasming.

Velda pressed the huge balls against her lips and clit. Arabella's spasmed
continued and her cunt snapped on the lengthy dick. Her orgasm rose up.

At the same moment the horse unleashed his load. Her spasms overtook her
just as the horsescum burst forth.

It painted her womb with its steamy batter and left her breathless. A
mushroom cloud expanded inside her.

She felt the throbbing tool become wet, and then pale white goo began to
ooze out of her stuffed gash.

Velda's hand touched a pearly drop that dangled of the palpitating cut.
Then she put it in her mouth.

She revelled at its taste.
Chapter 10

"Oh mother, let me suck some of that thing, you're hogging it."

There was only room for one person to fit comfortably in the bottom
chamber of the horse-fucking instrument.

Arabella had seized upon the moment before Velvet. She had to watch as her
mother sucked her precious Vulcan.

It had become a regular thing.

At a small price Arabella had purchased the contraption from Madame Velda.
The condition was that she was never to tell another living soul about it.

Velda had lied just a little bit when she made that promise. She would
only tell one person about it. That was her best customer, Frank Felton.

She knew the location of the place and who was involved - a mother and a
daughter. But she still had yet no clue as to either of their names.

Velda thought that perhaps in the future she could arrange a scene to both
parties satisfaction. As yet, she had no knowledge of the blood
relationship.

"Mother, you promised that I could suck Vulcan a while."

Arabella mouthed the tool with long slurping strokes of her roving tongue
The flat part of it as well as the underbelly swished over every inch.

She and Velvet had been quite abandoned in their fucking of the horses
these days. Once Arabella had her first taste of horse length, she was
hooked.

And being that she had a willing partner in her daughter, the scenario
made perfect sense. There were dozens of studs to pick from.

Velvet and Arabella had sucked and fucked each and every one of them.
Velvet as yet did not have her mother's voracious appetite, but she had
succeeded in fucking a horse.

It was just the other day, with the aid of her lust-driven mother, that
Vulcan's cock had finally made its way inside. She nearly died from the
entry.

As soon as the cock head pierced her and her blood started to flow from
her broken cherry, Velvet seriously considered giving up the quest.

The power of the cock came home to her. She was fucking around with an
instrument of tremendous strength. She did not think she could bear up to
it.

But her mother was so inflamed with the thought of her little virgin
snatch stuffed with horsecock that she refused to allow Velvet to give up.

She coerced her into remaining in position, set on hands and knees, while
she played with her sensitive parts and tweaked her aching clit.

The bulbous head stayed inserted in the tight snatch for her cunt lips
gripped the ridge tightly. She was literally bolted in place.

Arabella kissed her daughter's pert asshole and budded it open with her
tongue. She continued stroking her cunt while her tongue probed up the
chute.

Soon Velvet's searing pain turned into a seething pleasure. Her unrequited
desires once more brought themselves to the fore. She wanted Vulcan's cock.

Arabella watched her daughter become a raving slut right before her eyes.
What would her father think of her noble air should he see her now?

Arabella gripped the erect pole and darted it in and out of the little
pink hole to bud it open more. The cunt lips strained open to accept it.

Then once inside they spasmed around the cock head ridge. Velvet gasped
from her rising fever. The probing head was flowering open her cunt.

The lips expanded away from her pink hole. Arabella aimed the cock head
directly within the hole and watched the cunt meat form around it.

Then she removed it and the lips snapped back like elastic, and Velvet let
out a low grunt of displeasure. She wanted the cock back inside her.

Arabella continued the light penetration until the juices were streaming
out of the little red gash. The idea of the cock inside the small thing
inflamed her.

She Yearned to see her daughter, the apple of her father's eyes, writhing
like a slut underneath a horse with its cock buried in her cunt.

That spectacle would make up for a lot of things, namely the humiliation
that her husband had put her through over the years by fucking around time.

If she was cheap, than what was his daughter? She kept inching more and
more of the staff inside the little roost until half of the member was
inside.

Velvet let out low moans of sensual excitement. The cock burned inside
her. Her own blood had greased the chute. But now her dew was running
thick.

Slowly but surely her cunt expanded to fit the fearsome member. She sucked
in air when she managed to move her ass back and take in half the cock.

Then she groaned in pleasure and her face turned a beet red. Her mother
went to her tits and played with them through the boards, tweaking them.

With half the cock inside her, it was just a matter of time before
Velvet's own passion got the better of her and forced the rest of it up
her.

Arabella stood in front of her and played with her tits while pushing into
the girl's shoulders. She managed to help her get another inch of cock
inside her.

Nearly all the beast's pole was firmly lodged in the tight canal. All that
remained to be buried was the massive, blood-gorged, vein-pulsing base.

Then the sac of balls would lightly dangle against the aroused cunt lips
and Velvet's passion would reach maximum pitch and intensity.

Then her destiny would be determined for good. Her fate would be that of a
slut. No female who accepted a horse's stanchion could consider herself
noble.

Arabella reached inside the chamber and grabbed her daughter's ass cheeks
from the front. She pushed the well-stuffed cunt into the horsecock.

She felt her daughter's loins tremble in her hands as she moved her
forward. Velvet was silent. When the cock head hit home she squealed
delightfully.

With cock filling her to the brim, her cunt lips spasming around the
engorged base, Arabella went to look at her daughter's lusty expression.

She was squealing because that was the only sound her oval-shaped lips
were able to utter. Her dark, piercing eyes were not to be seen at all.

They were stuck up her head, which became obvious when every once in a 
while her lids half opened and through those slits just white could be
seen.

To hasten her cunt's expansion, Arabella moved her daughter's body back
and forth on the pole. She was determined to grease her chute immediately.

With the well of her cunt being blown open with every hearty penetration
of the horsecock, it was no time before her cunt expanded to the proper
dimensions.

Her mother took to spreading her ass cheeks and snapping her globes back
in place whenever the tool pierced her to the limit. Velvet was quite
inflamed.

She no longer needing her mother's energy to help propel her. As soon as
the cock felt comfortable inside her, she began a rhythm of her own.

She bounced heartily back and forth on the pole. Her own depraved behavior
doubled her inflamed state. She stuck up her tits for her mother to fondle.

Arabella did not fondle them, but mauled them. She gripped them fiercely
in her red-tipped claws and wrenched into their tender, meaty flesh.

She palmed the hot hard nipples and then tweaked. This was an equally
brutal titillation for Arabella's nails also dug into their ripe flesh.

Velvet's spasms were so intense that she moved her tits into her mother's
pawing hands. Every irritation of her parts hit her as waves of pleasure.

Her lust was at a fever pitch. In her head were the dreams of all those
times Vulcan had fucked her. The event was happening now, and she was
alive.

Her mother's pinching fingers on her nipples did nothing to dispel the
notion that what was happening to her at this moment was truly real.

She moved her cunt up and down the length of the instrument and seethed
with pleasure. Moans came out of her mouth in short, breathless hisses.

Arabella stood up and viewed the fucking from a distance. She could see
her daughter's pert young body moving back and forth like a piston.

When the pole dislodged nearly all the way out of her, the length of the
staff's remainder looked a larger size than the length of her arched back.

Yet with each plunge the little harlot managed to bury the entire iron 
hard member well and deep inside her. It was mind boggling.

Velvet's passion was uncontrollable. She slobbered all over herself for
her mouth continually gaped open and drool escaped from her lips.

Each time the root of the pole buried itself inside her, the cock head
banged against some tender area inside her hot roost and she gasped.

Then she kept the cock fully inside of her and ground her ass in a
circular motion. The bulbous cock head rolled around the interior of her
cunt.

The pole moved from side to side against her cunt walls. Her cunt spasmed
continually through the whole process and a succession of spasms overtook
her.

When the spasmed ceased she moved into the pole and drove it especially
deep inside her. Velvet then groaned loudly. It was an intense moan of
passion.

Arabella knew exactly how she felt. In the last few months she had taken
on the whole stable of horses. She had been fucked by every last one.

Vulcan was the prize of all the stallions. His cock was truly the largest.
The sight of it was enough to send any woman's passion to boiling.

Since then, Arabella and Velvet made it a routine to meet at least once a
week, sometimes twice, to have their pick of the horses.

Together the both of them went to work on the horsecocks like lust-crazed
whores. Just the mere thought of the penetration to come made them hot.

Once their cunts had become used to the penetration, they found that their
cunts easily expanded on every occasion. Velvet could fuck at will.

It pleased Arabella to know that her daughter's virginity had been taken
away by a horse. It would kill her father, and that pleased her.

Together they indulged in every kind of sordid bestiality imaginable. It
was a short time before they had a go at the rest of the farm animals.

Dogs, a bull, and even a pig had been sucked and fondled to release their
vile charges of come upon their pretty faces, tits, and mouths.

The last two months had seen them commit a number of depravities that at
one time would have made them sick. But it was horsecock they loved the 
most.

They decided that the biggest was the best. They sucked horses
individually and together. And Arabella had been fucked by them all.

As yet, only Vulcan had pierced Velvet's cunt. But it was the largest of
all the cocks so therefore none of the other horses held any attraction for
her

But Arabella was different. She craved cock. The horse's all had ample
members. Any one of them was better that if she chose to take on a human
lover.

She continued to fuck her husband for his cock still pleased her. It was
nearly as large as some of the smaller horsecocks. Frank still held her
interest.

When it came to Vulcan, both females fought over the right to him. Right
now, Arabella was in control of the cock, and lasciviously mouthed it

Velvet stood outside the fenced-in chamber and looked on with eager eyes.
The tip of her tongue darted out between her lips and ran across them.

She rubbed her flowered cunt with her hand while her eyes glued themselves
to her mother's hot mouthing. She could see her hard and swollen nipples.

She reached a hand between the boards and touched her mother tits while
she fingered herself. She tweaked the redhot nubs and Arabella squealed.

But she did not take her mouth off the cock. She had just managed to
insert the bulbous cock head between her sucking lips and wouldn't let go.

She drew on it fiercely. Her cheeks sucked in and her lips moved like
ripples all around the cock head ridge. Her own cunt was flaming.

Velvet grabbed hold of both her tits and squeezed them hard. Her mother
yelped and let the cock out of her mouth Velvet hopped into the pit.

She wrested the cock from her mother and strained her jaws wide. She
forced the thing between her thinly stretched lips and laid it on her
tongue.

She clamped her lips around it and then sucked. She drew in her cheeks to
increase her suction. She pulled. on the staff with her gripping hand.

Mashed inside the chamber, the both of them administered to the horsecock.
Arabella ran her tongue over the bloated staff and fondled the balls.

The horse was exceedingly horny and began to buck in its bonds. It's cock
yearned for an outlet to relive its passion. They stroked harder on the
prick.

Their four hands engulfed it and tugged at it frightfully hard. If the
horse had not been so tightly bound to the contraption, it would have gone
berserk.

Both their mouths kissed, sucked and nibbled on the monstrous cock head.
They kept tugging and jerking, but not to draw come just yet.

First, there must be brutal, yet rapturous penetration at the hands of the
beast. Arabella pushed her daughter to the side and set on hands and knees.

She gripped the cock with a hand and put it in her gash. Her cunt walls
easily expanded to the proper size and she was soon riding the thing.

Her ass brushed into Velvet's tits while she pumped herself on the
horsecock. Velvet began slapping her ass to make her mother move faster.

Arabella became frantic and bobbed wildly on the prick. With her passion
getting uncontrollable, Velvet suddenly bit her ass very hard.

Arabella came to jolting halt. The cock was wrenched from her snatch and
her cunt hole left lewdly gaping. Velvet then pushed her forward.

Before she could react the little minx had inserted the beastly thing
inside her. Her face lit up like a red light bulb. She sheathed her cunt on
the cock.

She instantly began to move back and forth on it. Her mother grabbed her
and helped her to slam herself into the poised horsecock. She was squealing
like a pig.

Her mother threw her off the cock during an interval of withdrawal and,
moving her aside, implanted the tool up her own hot snatch.

Then began an exercise whereby each of the females hopped in and out of
the chamber and trading places. Each of them fucked themselves silly.

The object was to come as many times as possible without allowing the
horse to come. This way the stanchion became incredibly hard and their
orgasms were more intense.

Like lust-crazed lunatics that jumped in and out from under the horse's
cock. Each of them drove into it for four or five snapping plunges before
dismounting.

Essentially, that's what they were doing, mouthing the horse rather than
vice-versa. The beast was merely securely locked into position.

Arabella came countless number of times. She plunged the cock deep inside
her as soon as her cunt grabbed it and ground her cunt lips against the sac
of balls.

The cock head rolled in her insides like a blazing hot hall of hard flesh.
She groaned lustfully after each rapturous spasm it caused her.

Velvet liked to take her time embedding the pole and then she moved back
and forth on it. As her passion increased she built up a hot momentum.

She slid her tract back and forth on the pole until the banging cock head
caused her to come. Their constant orgasms kept the pole well-greased.

No female dare ride the beast more than a few seconds, for fear of
bursting its load, and now Arabella once more took a place in the chamber.

She seized the instrument quickly in her hand. She aimed it home up her
pink hole and the cunt lips snapped onto it. Then it sheathed her to the
base.

She let out a low throaty moan that came directly from the pit of her
stomach. The throbbing cock had filled her to the brim in one fell swoop.

Once inside her she moved like a demon, sliding herself back and forth and
raising up off her knees to wham more of that dick inside her.

Just as her orgasm was about to strike, she ground her cunt against the
base. Then, unbelievably, the cock began to move by itself.

In her passionate stupor she had not seen her husband cup his hand over
Velvet's mouth to prevent her from screaming. Nor had she seen him undo the
horse's straps.

When the cock plunged into her with all the fiery power of the aroused
steed behind it, Arabella panicked.

She held her stance and gritted her teeth. The horse's low whinnies were
throaty and lustful. It rammed her hard.

Out from her bleary eyes she could see her husband leering at her. Above
her the horse kept on plowing its cock home.

The cock was throbbing and then it lurched. The horse reared up on its
hind legs and unleashed its load.

Arabella's expression froze on her face.

A mass of hot scum burned inside her.

She felt each pulse of the horse's heart in the spent cock in her cunt.

Then with her jaw gaping open, the cock fell out of her dripping cunt.

In between her legs, her inner thighs were drenched with fresh streams of
hot horsecsum.

Arabella's body was still convulsing from the powerful thunderings of the
bucking horse - freed by her spiteful husband and meant to snuff the life
out of her.

She was still in her own orgasmic twirl. Only right now did Arabella's
eyes settle back in their sockets. And they kept swirling about from side
to side. She could feel the deflating, leather-like cock rubbing up against
her wet legs and sensitive parts.

She began to catch her breath, Arabella did, and the sight of her husband
and daughter began to become visible in her bleary, sex-drugged and dreamy
eyes.

Deep gulps of air raised up her heaving bosom and thrust them forward from
her sensuously curved body.

Her husband finally let go of her daughter's mouth, and she began to run
toward her mother.

There were tears in her eyes as well. But her father was grinning. He had
finally put an end to matters.

He would save his name yet.


The End
