I love it when my husband wakes me in the morning by going down on me, carefully cleaning up the dried leavings of our previous night’s lovemaking. That’s what happened one Saturday morning, on a day when I was planning to go and look at a horse.
Actually I needed to go to the bathroom in the worst way, but I always have sensational orgasms when I have a full bladder, so I spread my legs wider, giving Lou complete access to the pussy he loves so much.
Soon every muscle in my body was spasming as a thunderous orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. Lou knows I’m super-sensitive after coming that strongly, so he moved up to hold me until I came back to this world. When I recovered I felt his urgent erection pressing against my thigh, so I told him I’d be back in just a minute.
I emerged from the bathroom to see him on his back, his seven thick inches of hard cock standing up like a flagpole. So I straddled him and eased myself down onto it, taking him in all the way with one stroke. I then proceeded to fuck him for a good 10 minutes before he rolled us over without disengaging our organs. He then hooked my legs over his shoulders and began fucking me as hard as he could.
Having had sex with Lou thousands of times during our 18-year marriage, I could tell when he was nearing orgasm, and I strove to reach another with him. Just as I felt the first surge of hot semen splash my inner walls, he shoved a long thick finger up my ass, setting off my second climax of the morning.
Over breakfast I showed Lou the picture of a bay mare that I’d received in response to my inquiries to a local stable. I was really eager to buy a nice horse—though I wasn’t sure we could afford it—and Lou agreed with me that she looked like a real beauty. I told him I was planning to go check her out while he played golf that morning with some friends.
I took a quick shower, then put on a pair of jeans and a low-cut pullover top that exposed the upper slopes of my 34Cs, nestled in a lacy white bra. I then hopped in my car, and in less than an hour I was driving down a tree-lined lane leading to the Lucky Seven Stables.
As I drove in I was greeted by a friendly black Labrador, who was licking my hand before I was even out of the car. His bark evidently alerted a tall, lean young man, who came out of one of the barns and introduced himself as Jack, the man who had sent me the picture of the bay mare. He appeared to be in his mid-20s, about 10 years younger than me, but quite handsome.
I told him I’d like to see the horse, and talk money with him if I liked her. He told me the mare, who he called Cindy, was a little busy at the moment, but that we could look at her from a distance. He then led me through the barn to a small pen in the back. There stood the mare, with her tail in the air and a powerful-looking stud horse sniffing and licking at her twitching snatch.
Suddenly the stud mounted her and shoved what looked like 30 inches of thick horse cock up her cunt, causing her to widen her stance and hump her back with a loud whinny. The stud’s front hooves gripped her flanks, and he bit the back of her neck while thrusting rapidly in and out. He then lunged so hard that his back feet came clear off the ground. A minute later he slipped off her, dragging his long dripping dick out of her dilated orifice. At that point a man came up, snapped a lead onto the stud’s collar and led him away. The mare’s back was still humped as she strained to expel at least a cup of yellowish fluid that could only be semen.
The sight of all this was very arousing to me, and had my own pussy wet and twitching like that of the mare. I strove to appear unruffled as Jack said we would have to give Cindy a little time to calm down, since this was her first time being bred to a stud, and she wasn’t sure what had just happened to her. He suggested we go into the house for some iced tea while we waited.
As he was pouring out the tea in his living room, the man who had led the stud away walked in, and Jack introduced him as his brother, Roy, the co-owner of the stable.
After some small talk, I mentioned that I had found it very interesting to watch the breeding of the stud with the mare. I also said that I felt kind of sorry for the horses, because they never got to have sex just for fun, but only to conceive.
Roy smiled at that. “Well,” he said, “if you were a mare who had to take a tool the size of that stud’s, you might not want it more than once a year!”
I looked him in the eye. “Well, taking one that size might be a bit much, I agree,” I said boldly. “But I have to admit that watching them do it made me horny as hell.”
At that the two brothers exchanged a glance. Roy then stood and began slowly to open his jeans. When I made no sound of protest, he dropped the jeans, along with his shorts, unleashing a long limber prick that hung down halfway to his knees and looked as thick as my wrist. Without any visible stimulation, it slowly began to stiffen as I watched.
“You’re not a very big filly,” Roy said then. “Do you think you could handle this one?”
I told him, a little breathlessly, that I hadn’t met a man yet who I couldn’t handle. Jack then stepped up beside his brother, exposing his own dick, which was standing at full mast and was every bit as large as Roy’s.
I knew this was crazy, but I had let things go too far to stop now, and anyway I didn’t want to. I stood up as Jack took my hand and led me down a hall to a room with a king-size bed, Roy following closely behind. They had their clothes off in a flash, and as they started to remove mine I told them I had never been with two men at once.
“Don’t worry,” Roy said. “We’ve shared women before, and I know you’re going to enjoy it.” And he was right.
The two of them were amazingly coordinated, fondling and caressing my full tits, making my nipples ache with the desire to be suckled and sending streaks of pleasure straight to my loins. My juices had soaked the crotch of my white cotton bikinis by the time somebody removed them. It felt as though I had a hundred fingers dancing around my slippery opening, driving me wild. I held my breath as I felt two sets of lips moving down my torso, and two hot noses began nuzzling my curly red pubic hair, blowing hot air on my wet lips.
I spread my legs wantonly when one of the guys pressed his face between my thighs. A hot tongue traced circles around my fleshy lips, carefully avoiding my throbbing clit. Then it was gone, only to be replaced by a longer, stiffer tongue that penetrated the opening of my cunt, driving me even crazier. They kept switching places, keeping me teetering on the edge of a thunderous orgasm, but not letting me go over that brink.
Then they rolled me over and spent 15 minutes worshiping my ass, even rimming my tiny puckered anus, which had me moaning and squirming. Finally I was lifted up until I was on my knees, with my head and shoulders flat on the bed, and someone began to enter my pussy.
The cock slowly breached my opening and inched its way into my body, until I felt coarse pubic hair against my buttocks. I was stuffed with cock and getting humped just like the mare had been; but this stud held off blowing his load. He dismounted and another stud took his place, soon sending me soaring as a spectacular orgasm ripped through my body.
The two brothers continued switching places every few minutes for another 20 minutes or so, fucking me soundly and keeping me so aroused that it was like a roller coaster of orgasms racking my body. I didn’t know or care who was fucking me at any one time, they were both so good. Finally I felt whichever cock was inside me throbbing as jet after jet of hot steaming semen was expelled into my womb.
Temporarily drained, that stud rolled off to lie beside me as the other remounted me to continue fucking my now messy snatch until he too popped his cork, leaving me filled with the two brothers’ sperm. I came one more time and slumped forward, lying face down with semen oozing from my cunt.
I was a little embarrassed at how easy it had been for them to have their way with me, but I felt too good to worry about it. After a minute I rolled over and grinned at them, saying, “Is that all you two guys have in you?”
“Damn,” Jack said. “I thought we had this mare settled”—meaning pregnant—”but it looks like we’re going to have to breed her some more.”
I laughed. “Sorry, this mare has been sterilized,” I told him. “But more breeding sounds like a good idea.”
Jack recovered first and mounted me in the missionary position, giving me a long leisurely screwing that resulted in a gut-wrenching release for me moments before he unloaded in my clutching cunt. The moment he dismounted he was replaced by his brother, and I received another fabulous fucking.
They each took their pleasure two more times, to my great delight, before they called for a time out. By then I was exhausted, but eager to get a closer look at Cindy. We quickly dressed and went out to the stable.
I loved the mare, but I was pretty sure I couldn’t afford such a good-looking horse. When I asked how much they wanted for her, Jack said that they hadn’t discussed it yet, but they could probably cut me a deal. He then asked if I’d give them just a minute to talk things over.
I waited nervously as they moved to the other end of the stable and conversed in low voices. A few minutes later they returned, saying that they had reached a decision.
I was shocked when Jack told me they would give me the mare in exchange for the foal which had probably been conceived that morning. They would give me a bill of sale, but would continue to board Cindy until the foal could be weaned, at which point she would be delivered to me. He added that I would be welcome to come and ride her any time I liked, up to six months into her pregnancy, and that they would always be glad to see me.
I was nearly in tears at this generous offer. I said I couldn’t tell them how happy they had made me, and assured them Cindy would always have a good home once they turned her over to me.
When I got home I hurried to douche and shower before my husband got back. I knew I couldn’t tell him about the generous deal I had gotten on the mare, for fear he would suspect something. I ended up telling him I’d worked out a deal to make payments that I could handle out of my allowance money. I said it would take me over a year, but it would make the horse all the more special to me. He thought that was very good financial planning on my part, and he never suspected anything.
That was two months ago, and I now go to the stable to ride Cindy at least once a week. Of course, while I’m there I generally give Jack and Roy a couple of rides as well.
—J.N., Richmond, Virginia