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# Dave & Diane

The shock of the unexpected arrival of their son in the middle of one of their wilder sexual exploits
had shaken Diane Stone to her very core. At 50 years old, the 5’10” redhead had become a sexual
dynamo over the last few months, much to the delight of her devoted husband, Dave. Together
they had engaged in sexual adventures that would have shamed even the lustiest of ancient
Rome. And their marriage of 25 years had never been happier or more fun.

Until last night, when her youngest child, Doug, derailed their fun by showing up at the house
with 15 other college kids right in the middle of Diane having sex with a couple of old friends –
Steve and his dog. And the ensuing party that followed had not only helped Diane resolve any
qualms about her lustful life as a mature, hyper sexed wife, but also as “Slut Mom,” as she
laughingly now proclaimed herself. And her son, Doug, was clearly ecstatic about the
demonstrated sexual prowess of both his mom and dad. As Diane jokingly put it, ‘ I guess that
means that we won’t be winning the Ozzie and Harriet Award this year.”

As Dave and Diane soon found out, Doug and his college friends were on spring break and on their
way to the beach for two weeks. The unplanned rest stop at the house had changed their lives
as well as numerous travel plans. While seven of the college group would continue on to the
beach, eight of the kids were now joining Dave and Diane for their trip to the horse ranch in
Tennessee. Son Doug, Kari, Chad and five of the other guys had opted for the trip with Dave and
Diane, a trip the two of them had been planning for weeks. The ranch, as Dave and Diane
discovered some months earlier, was a resort for women interested in enjoying the sexual
pleasures of the well trained horses that resided there.

As preparations for the drive to he ranch neared, Diane Stone was bursting with glee at the trick
she was about to play on her husband, Dave. For the four-hour drive to the ranch, Diane had
planned a voyage of teasing torment for Dave. She had selected a pair of black crotchless
panties, black garterbelt and seamed black stockings. As she hooked an outrageous black shelf
bra, she smiled to herself, “This will give him something to think about while he’s driving.”

She adjusted her overflowing D sized breasts into the tiny push-up cups, and she had to laugh
out loud. “Well,” she said to herself, noticing that her breasts and nipples were totally exposed
and shoved up as far as they possibly could in the outfit, “I guess this will give them all something
to think about.”

She put on a simple, purple silk wrap dress that clung tightly around her mature curves and that
was held closed by a single button on the side. The front of the dress wrapped so low, that she
literally fell out of the dress every time she moved. “Well, that’s the purpose of it, isn’t it,” she
thought to herself. Her plan was simple. She would sit next to Dave as he drove and play with
herself, thereby teasing him the whole way. The dress and underwear were perfect for it. She
could easily fondle and masturbate herself, given the openness of the outfit. “Wow!” she said
looking at herself in the mirror as she headed out the door, “Now that’s what I call a real ranch

Outside, Diane slipped into the passenger seat of the mini-van and flashed a huge smile at Dave,
already in the driver’s seat and waiting for her. Chad and another fraternity boy had piled into the
seats directly behind them, and another of Doug’s frat buddies sat behind them in the third row of
seats. Diane looked behind them at the other SUV in their caravan and noted that Kari was in the
passenger seat and son Doug was driving. “Well, she won’t have nearly as much fun as I plan to
have,” Diane quipped to herself, doubting that Kari would be tormenting their driver as Diane knew
she was going to do to Dave.

They were only on the road for a few minutes before Diane began her plan and what she was sure
would be four hours of pure agony for Dave. She casually spread her legs open and the slit of the
wrap dress fell apart and ran all the way up to her waist. She coyly slipped a hand between the
opening in the crotchless panties and began casually fondling herself, smiling all the while at her
husband. She noticed that the guys sitting behind them had apparently dozed off, so she playfully
lifted a finger to her mouth, slipped it between her lips and sucked on it for a minute. She could
tell from the look on Dave’s face that she was getting just the reaction she wanted. Slowly
removing the saliva- drenched finger from her mouth, she lowered her hand and stuffed the
dripping finger into her damp crotch and spread her exposed vaginal lips wide apart for Dave to

“Ahhhh,” she gave out with a small gasp, working the finger in a little deeper into her opening.
“Had the boys heard anything?” she wondered, turning her head slightly to see. No, they all
asleep and seemed unaware. Reassured, she pushed aside the top fold of the dress. With her
other hand, she began pinching and rolling the hard nipple of one of her large exposed breasts.
“Oooooo,” she said very quietly. Dave was really going crazy, and she could tell it. He was trying
to watch her as much as possible and still keep his eyes on the road. She could see the huge
bulge in his trousers and playfully asked, “Is there anything wrong, dear?”

Turning slightly to the seats behind him, Dave said, “Okay, fellas, I think now would be a good

Someone hit the lever on her seat and the backrest quickly reclined, almost throwing her over
into the back seat. Now lying nearly flat, Diane didn’t have time to react. Strong hands
unsnapped her seatbelt and slid her effortlessly into the back seat and between the two laughing
college guys. The seatback returned upright and Diane could feel a hand searching for the button
on her dress. Instantly her dress was pulled wide apart and she sat now fully exposed between
the two young men.

“So boys, what did you have in mind?” she asked playfully.

Two hands reached over from the seat behind her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms gently
up over her head, pinning them to the back edge of her seat.

“Hey!” she barely had time to utter, before the boy behind her who was pinning down her hands,
leaned over the back of the seat. With his face on hers, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue
thrusting deep in her mouth.

More strong hands slipped between her stocking-clad thighs and with one swift tug, they spread
her legs wide apart. Diane’s ankles were now being held over the boy’s laps and pinned on the
outside. She was pinioned, spread-eagle in the seat, as eager mouths now clamped to each of
her large breasts and began sucking.

“Uhmmmm,” she struggled to speak, but only mumbles came out of her tongue filled mouth.

She could feel busy fingers now working at her spread vagina, pulling her cunt lips apart and
opening her even wider. Slowly, fingers from two different hands slipped easily inside her moist
crease and began moving smoothly in and out.

“I guessed that you would try something like this on the trip, so the guys agreed to help me,” she
heard Dave smugly say from the front seat. “You should know dear, it’s not fair to tease a
defenseless man who can’t do anything about it. So we thought we’d do a little turnabout for the
next four hours. You’ll get to play, but you won’t get to come.”

And for the remainder of the drive, Diane lived through hours of pure torment. Repeatedly, one of
the boys would massage and rub her clit, working her right up to the brink of an orgasm, and then
stop. At intervals, she would find her face buried in one of their laps, sucking on a swollen cock,
while a guy sitting behind her pounded his meat into her aching cunt or stretched rectum. But
again, whenever she neared a climax, they would pull out, leaving her to cool off for a moment.
Then, they would re-entered her, come inside her and withdrew again before she could reach

Pleeeeasse, let me cum!” Diane wailed. “YES! YES! I neeeed to cummmmm! Please!”

“Sorry,” Dave laughed. “Were just getting you ready. When we get to the ranch, you’ll be so hot,
that you’ll die to fuck something.”

And at no point in the trip was Diane allowed to have an orgasm. Occasionally, one boy would
pump her hard in the anus, pull abruptly out, and roll her around, where another guy would quickly
penetrate her cunt for several pumps. Then, diabolically, they would flip her again for more rapid
pounding in her dilated asshole as she bucked and humped. And always, her hands were held
tightly to keep her from touching herself and relieving herself. Repeatedly, the men took her to
the very brink of her orgasm and ecstasy, then nothing. They would stop and leave her to cool
down, writhing, moaning and suffering.

Frequent roadside stops allowed them all to switch places and drive or play with Diane. Six of the
college guys, including three from the other car, and Dave swapped positions numerous times
throughout the trip and when they finally drove up to the ranch, everyone was well satisfied.
Everyone, that is, except Diane. Where as the guys had come numerous times during the journey,
Diane was a picture of pent up sexual frustration.

“Boys, she’s so hot, she’d fuck a fence post,” Dave said to the group, mockingly, getting to the
western cowboy mode as they all climbed out of the van.

“Great! Great! The rest of the group’s arrived!” bellowed Bob, the ranch owner, as they all walked
into the lodge house. A portly, gray-haired man, Bob and his diminutive, leathery-skinned wife,
Harriett, reminded Diane of a couple who should be running a dude ranch or a bed and breakfast,
rather than a sex resort.

Introductions were made all around and they met the other three couples with whom they would
be sharing the session. They met Emma and Phil, a short, slim couple in their 40’s and Jerry and
Rita, a mismatched couple if ever there were one, Diane thought. Jerry was well into his 60’s, a
Brit, very tall at six foot eight, with gray haired and a pencil thin body. Rita, his wife, on the other
hand, was a hefty Midwest girl in her twenties with peroxide-white hair. The last couple
introduced startled Diane a bit, as she recalled their faces from photos and movies on the ranch

“This here is LeAnn and Roy,” Bob boomed gleefully. “Why hell, they’re such regulars here, we feel
like they’re family. “Cept they keep throwin’ money at us, trying to buy the place and the horses.”

Diane smiled as she greeted the stunning blonde. Her enormous breasts, as Diane knew from the
photos, were obvious implants with no sign of subtlety. They were at least 44 inches, but stood
unnaturally, albeit awkwardly, straight out. Her full, pouting lips were obviously the result of
collagen injections. But what Diane noticed more than LeAnn’s huge breasts and lips were the
diamonds – a necklace, bracelet, earrings, and rings – all huge, all real. Her clothes were tailored
and expensive. Diane guessed Roy to be an ex- jock with this, his trophy wife toy. In his 30’s, he
was tanned, health club fit and very handsome, with a heavy Southwest twang when he spoke.

“M’aam,” Roy said smoothly, as he shook Diane’s hand. “Really lookin’ forward to watchin’ you ride
that stallion.”

“Well,” said Bob, jumping in. “I guess that takes us right to it, don’t it! So y’all unpack and come
on out to the barn. Fellas, don’t forget to bring your cameras, but remember, no flashes. Spooks
the horses, and I’m sure the ladies don’t much like it either,” he said laughing.

Within minutes, the place looked like a nudist camp, with everyone running around naked and
rushing out to the barn. Diane bumped into LeAnn in the hallway, both now naked, clad only in
their high heels.

“I have a small confession to make. We’re not here accidentally this time,” LeAnn said after they
had chatted for a minute. “Bob showed us some photos your Dave sent to him, so we asked Bob
to let us if you ever decided to come. That’s why Roy was really hot to see you. And…, well, so
was I.”

The blonde looked down at Diane’s shaved cunt and added, “You’ll want to take that off,”
referring to Diane’s pierced diamond ring dangling from her clitoris hood. “Could be painful for you
and the horse.”

“Oh, sure,” Diane replied, now feeling that the conversation had grown a bit awkward. She
reached down and started to take the ring out of her pierced vagina and LeAnn asked, “May I?”

Without a word, the buxom blonde dropped to her knees in the hallway as Diane spread her legs.
In a second, LeAnn had removed the ring. Diane started to say “Thank you,” but before she
could, LeAnn stood up and pressed her body firmly against Diane’s and kissed her. LeAnn put her
hand onto Diane’s pubic mound, then slipped one, two, three, and finally four fingers into Diane’s
generous, dripping cunt, still filled with the boy’s cum from the trip.

Breaking the kiss and slipping her hand out from inside of Diane slit, LeAnn smiled saying, “Just
wanted to make sure you won’t have any problems with the horse. Don’t worry, honey, it’ll be
fun.” At that, LeAnn turned and walked down the hall.

Diane was embarrassed, not at what LeAnn had just done, but rather that she had all of that cum
still inside her. Obviously, LeAnn had known what the globs of sticky cream were.

“What was that all about,” said Dave, walking up to her in the hall, after observing the scene with
LeAnn. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack, right there. I’ve never seen that much tit
pressed together, except in my dreams,” he said jokingly.

“Well,” Diane replied. “I think I was just measured, fitted, and approved for the afternoon
activities,” she said smiling, as they walked down the hall and out to the barn.

Everyone had gathered outside the barn, as the cluster of naked people milled around waiting for
Bob. The men all carried cameras and Dave had loaned Doug and the college guys some of his
extra equipment. Diane thought that she was not going to have any problem with this, but when
she saw her son, Doug, standing there, stark naked with a movie camera around his neck,
preparing to film her having sex with a horse, she instantly wanted to run.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Trust me,” came the voice at her shoulder. There stood LeAnn, comforting her
and noticing that Diane was staring across at son Doug. “What’s wrong, Honey?” LeAnn asked.
“Did you bring your husband and your lover to the same party?”

“You have no idea. Even worse,” Diane replied. “Husband…” she said, pointing to Dave, “…and
son,” shifting to point to Doug.

“All right!” LeAnn said. “Well, you folks really are going to have a good time, aren’t you?” After a
moment, LeAnn added, her smile now becoming slightly menacing, “Well, the biggest thing is that
you all enjoy yourself. And I can sure help there.” Then she disappeared into the crowd.

Diane was now confused and a little bit worried about what seemed to come out as a threat from
LeAnn. Then she shrugged it off, figuring that she just read it the wrong way.

Soon Bob and Harriett emerged from the barn leading a brown stallion and brought the animal to
rest in front of the group.

“We thought y’all would like a little lesson in animal husbandry,” Bob said, “so for those who’ve
never seen one, we’d like to show you what the ladies are about to enjoy. We just need one of
the ladies to help us out.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Kari’s voice shot out of the crowd. “Oh, pleaseeee!! Me! Me! I’ll
help. Please, can I?” And at that, she came bounding out of the crowd.

“Why, yes M’aam, you sure can. Just settle down and don’t move quite so fast around the
animals,” Bob drawled, as if he were a game show host. “Now just come down here and do as I

Kari dropped down below the horse and for the next few minutes followed Bob’s instructions and
he directed her to rub the animal while Harriet waved a small cloth under its nose.

“We just help things along with a little mare scent. And these animals have been well trained, so
they know what this is all about. If Mr. Ed ever shows up, he can tell us whether they prefer
fucking the ladies or other horses,” Bob drawled.

Waves of laughter erupted in the crowd. Diane could tell that that was a standard joke that Bob
used for every one of these parties. She had the odd feeling that she was on an amusement park

Within moments, the horse’s massive pink cock began emerging from the sheath and Bob directed
Kari to rub gently and then start to suck. True to form, Kari didn’t hesitate and slipped the huge
black, mushroom shaped head of the horse’s cock into her mouth. Diane looked around and
noticed that the men in the group were now all sporting rigid cocks as they watched Kari perform.
Some of the men were photographing the action. Diane also noted that the few women in the
group were helping some of the guys out and were sucking on any available cock. Emma was
locked onto the cock of her husband Phil, while Rita’s head bobbed up and down on one of the
college boy’s rigid member.

Diane turned around looking to find Dave but saw LeAnn kneeling in front of her son, Doug, her
mouth and cheeks stuffed full with the boy’s prick. LeAnn had both of her hands wrapped around
the boy’s ass and was rapidly slamming his hips into her face, as his cock disappeared into her full
lips. Her husband, Roy, was nearby, not photographing Kari and the horse like the others, but
taking pictures of LeAnn sucking Doug.

Diane looked back to Kari and was now amazed as she saw the gigantic, fully erect horse cock
swaying beneath the animal and the young girl struggling with the massive member.

“My God, that thing’s huge,” Diane murmured to herself, amazed not only the length of it, but
more by the width. “There’s no way, now way.”

Kari was able to get the head and four inches down her throat comfortably, but more was just
not possible. After several minutes of frantic sucking, Kari was about to quit, when suddenly the
girl’s mouth erupted, filled with milky horse cum. Diane watched as Kari clamped down with her
mouth, attempting to swallow all of the enormous discharge and for a moment appeared to be
succeeding. In a moment, the girl’s moth exploded again, covering her face and drenching her in a
shower of horse semen. Kari coughed and gagged as she tried to recover from the torrent of milky
liquid running down her chin and onto her chest.

“Well, as you can see, everything with horses is on a bigger scale,” Bob said to the group, as he
helped Kari up. “Some are bigger than others, some will produce more semen than others. Sorta
like men,” he quipped. “Two or three cups of semen is about normal, but I’ve got one that, I
swear, will give over two quarts. So let’s all head on into the barn, shall we.”

Inside the barn, bright lights illuminated the large open area. Only an inclined, wooden platform
filled the vacant area and all of the lights seem to illuminate and focus on that one spot. The
platform was padded and had worn leather handles on one end. Diane instantly recognized the
raised area from the photos on the Internet. She remembered how hot she had first become
watching the short video of LeAnn being fucked by a horse on that very platform. She could feel
herself growing a little weak in the knees at the thought of being up there herself, while the group
looked on, ogled and photographed her.

As Harriet, Bob’s wife, led a large brown stallion out from the stable area and near the platform,
word spread throughout the crown that Emma, the petite wife of Phil, had upon seeing Kari choke
on the massive horse cock, chickened out and was now just another spectator. So that left Diane
and the plump girl, Rita. It was Rita who spoke up and wanted to go first.

Cameras began clicking and whirring as Rita awkwardly climbed up on the platform, grabbed the
leather handles and waited with her large, round ass sticking up in the air. Leaving the horse for a
moment, Harriet moved over to Rita.

“Relax Honey,” Harriet said, as she smeared a handful of slimy substance on Rita’s exposed cunt
and repositioned her legs, spreading them a little wider apart.

“This stuff will get him up and it’ll sure make it a hell of a lot more comfortable for you,” the old
woman explained, as she worked her tanned fingers into the young woman’s spread vaginal folds.
With that, she walked back to the horse, took its reins and walked it over to the platform. The
horse paused momentarily, sniffed at the protruding buttocks in front of it, then lurched forward.
With both forelegs up on the platform, the animal shuffled its hind legs into position. With a
nonchalance that comes from repetition, Harriet grabbed the massive black and pink erection that
swung below the animal and pressed it against the woman’s greasy sex lips.

“Okay, here we go,” Harriet warned and steered the huge prick into the opening.

“AHHHHHHH!” the young woman shrieked and began shaking her ass from side to side, attempting
to dodge the invading cock.

“Hang in there, Honey! You’ll get used to him in a minute,” Harriet comforted, as she steadied the
woman’s wildly swing ass. Slowly four inches of the giant pink tube slid forward and disappeared
as Rita continued to whimper.

Diane watched the scene unfold before her eyes and was about to turn and walk out of the barn
when she felt familiar arm wrap around her naked waist. It was Dave, there as if on cue to
provide reassurance.

“So what do you think now? You still up for this?” Dave questioned, as he nodded in the direction
of the platform, Rita, and the horse.

Diane remained silent, pondering her response, when she felt his hand slip from around her waist,
down around her ass, between her legs and start massaging her swollen vagina.

“You were such a hot slut on the way down here,” Dave whispered in her ear. “And you know how
much you like being a hot slut, don’ you?” Diane remained silent. “Don’t you? You want to show
everybody what a slut you are, don’t you?” Dave whispered.

“Yes,” Diane said softly.

“Yes, what?” Dave pressed.

“Yes, I’m a slut and I want everybody here to know it,” Diane quietly replied.

Dave kissed her deeply and she could feel his fingers spreading her swollen vaginal lips apart. She
felt a quick thrust from behind as Dave spread her open. A rigid cock slipped between her ass
cheeks from behind and worked deep into her spread opening. Dave pressed his mouth hard
against hers as the cock drove deep into her dampness and then began a steady pumping.

“Ohhhhh,” Diane moaned as Dave broke the kiss. She could feel his hand still rubbing and
spreading her hot cunt, opening her up for the penetration from behind. She turned slightly and
saw Chad’s glowing face as he pumped away.

“Look at that,” Dave again whispered into her ear. ” Look at that hot horse cock. You really want
that, don’t you?” Dave said, nodding in the direction of the platform. “Chad, you want to see
Diane fuck a horse, don’t you?”

Chad leaned forward and nibbled on her ear as he continued to pound his cock into her from

“Yes, oh God yes! You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see all of that big dick
in this sweet cunt of yours,” Chad murmured in her ear.

Diane’s head was spinning as the voices poured into her ears. She looked out with half open eyes
to see the brown stallion dismounting. Rita had taken eight inches of the beast and called it off,
unable to take any more. She saw the chunky young woman climb down, her face streaming with
tears as many in the crowd applauded. Now fears flooded into Diane’s mind and she was about to
scream, ending this bizarre dream, when another erect cock pressed hard against her belly. Agile
fingers began manipulating and rubbing her rigid clit, and a new voice filled her ear. It was Doug,
her son, now rubbing his swollen cock against her, as Dave and Chad now pressed hard against
her shaking body, as she was sandwiched tightly between the three, unable to move, unable to

“You can do this, Mom. The guys all told me what a hot fuck you were on the way here,” Doug
whispered. He began to rapidly rub her hard clit, as he poured encouragement in her ear from one
side and Dave from the other with Chad whispering from behind.

“You want to come, don’t you. You’ve wanted to all day. All the time our hard cocks were filling
you with cum. So, now’s your chance. Go let it all out!” Dave said and in one swift motion, Chad’s
cock popped out of her cunt and Diane was propelled forward.

“All right. Here’s our next little lady,” Harriet called out. “And she’s already warmed up.” Everyone
in the crowd hooted and clapped, having all witness Diane’s preliminary with Chad. “So, fellas, get
your cameras goin’ ’cause this should be a good one.”

Diane walked over to the platform, as if in a daze and was about to crawl up when she saw a
huge black station emerge from the stable area. Leading the huge beast was LeAnn, with a huge
smile on her face, her magnificent breasts, bouncing with each stride. The two closed in on Diane
and when the blonde was next to her, LeAnn stopped.

“I saved the best for you, sweetie. This fella’s the biggest they got here. Hell, even I’ve never
been able to take all of him. And sweetie, I’m there best there is at this,” LeAnn said, her smile
blurring to become a sneer. “So get your old ass up there, ’cause I’m really enjoy this.”

Diane stared at her, first in confusion, then in anger. Then she shifted her gaze over to the horse,
a giant, looming, black beast. Diane looked back to LeAnn, then again to the horse and stepped
next to the stallion. She leaned over and in a mock whisper into the animal’s ear, said in a voice
loud enough to be heard by all said, “Let’s fuck, stud. I’ve been wanting to come all day!”

With that, Diane climbed up on the platform, grabbed the leather handles and began wiggling her
ass in the air. The stable erupted in applause as Diane seemingly teased the horse, spreading her
legs and gyrating her hips. But Diane knew it wasn’t the horse she was teasing, but LeAnn. And
the blonde knew it also. LeAnn dipped her hand in a container of the mare-scented lubricant and
walked over to Diane’s bobbing backside.

“Like I said, I’m really gonna’ enjoy this,” LeAnn hissed and smeared the slimy mixture all over
Diane’s swollen cunt lips. LeAnn grabbed the horse’s reins and in seconds had the animal looming
over Diane, his enormous cock now fully extended from its sheath. Diane looked back to see
almost two feet of horse cock swaying wildly behind her. The huge black mushroom head was all
Diane could focus on as she instantly regretted her decision to go ahead with this. Then LeAnn
stepped in and with both hands wrapped around the gigantic organ, positioned it against Diane’s
slippery opening. With a firm push, LeAnn jammed the huge shaft forward and the bulbous black
head and six inches of the shaft split wide the resisting labia folds and disappeared inside.

“OHHHHHH,” Diane groaned, as the air was driven out of her body.

Diane wanted to scream but bit her lip instead. Her body felt as if it was being ripped apart under
the pressure inside her. She could not imagine anything that wide being put inside her. She was
about to call out and stop this from going any further, when she looked up and saw LeAnn
grinning with perverse pleasure, a look of satisfaction on her face. At that moment, Diane Stone
knew that there was no turning back on this one.

She tried to remain still for a moment and give her crammed vagina a chance to accommodate the
giant inside her but the horse had other ideas. Relieved at first, Diane thought it was over and
the horse had changed his mind. She felt the huge bulk begin to slide out of her, then a real
sense of terror as, without warning, the beast reversed and plunged even deeper.

“Ahhhh,” she moaned and tried to shift forward as much as she could. Again the animal began to
withdraw. She could only think of the birthing of her children as the only conceivable time when
that much flesh was moving out of her body, like a giant plug being pulled. And just as quickly the
horse lunged forward and sunk deeper into her. Finally, after several minutes, Diane felt like she
could breathe and was going to survive this. She marveled for a split second at the elasticity of
the female vagina as she began to feel a moment of pleasure, rather than just pain.

She saw crowd around her, the lights, the cameras snapping, stiff cocks waving about and all of
the faces turned on her. Sweating faces, lust filled faces, all focused on her.

Grasping the leather handles tightly, she actually began to push backwards, driving the enormous
rod deeper into her womb. Then she pulled with her arms and felt the monster inside her
withdraw. Then she pushed herself down, each time allowing the giant tube of flesh to sink
deeper and deeper. And she knew that she still had some depth to go before an end was reached
inside her. Steve’s huge cock had gone deeper than the horse was now, but this damn thing had
to be over six inches wide and she felt like she was going to be ripped in two at any moment.

But gradually, each time Diane pushed her upturned ass against the animal, she could feel his
belly on her back, the sweat dripping off of her and each time the cock went deeper still. Lunge
after lunge, Diane could feel the huge member sink deeper and deeper. Within minutes she was
driving her own body back and forth, and all of the pain was gone. There was only the ecstasy,
the endorphins, the adrenaline and the lust. She rode like a wild woman, howling and shrieking
with pleasure. She could feel the heat and abrasion under her knees as she bucked madly back
and forth, now totally unaware that anyone was watching, photographing, or within miles of her
and the horse.

GOOOOOINNNGGGTOOOOCOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!” she shrieked. All of the passion and heat, stored
from a whole day of sexual teasing and torment, flooded out. She came with a fury unmatched by
anything that she had ever felt before. The huge cock was relentless and it was all hers to ride.
Her head flew from side to side as her orgasm consumed her and her body shook and twitched.

“YEEESSSS. YEEESSSSS. YESSSS,” she groaned, as the spasms wrenched through her, flowing
from the epicenter of her body, her vagina. She wanted to collapse as the tremors began to
subside but only then realized that her body was still impaled on two feet of rigid horse meat. And
while she had experienced the earth shattering orgasm, the stallion was still there, still hard, and
still lurching into her depths.

Weak from exhaustion and out of breath, Diane mustered up enough strength to pull herself
upward on the inclined platform and hopefully disengage from the animal. But no matter how far
up she pulled herself using the leather handles, the massive cock kept receding but would not
come out. She could not believe how much of the animal’s prick had been buried in her body.

“AHHH!” Diane exhaled, and gave one large push backward hoping that would give her the bounce
upward to withdraw. But she felt the strangest thing. The horse only drove deeper still, and for
the first time she could feel its massive balls slap against her upturned ass. And then she felt
something else. Not sensing it or not even wanting it, she could feel her body twitch and start to
shake again.

“Oh, God, no. Not another one,” she thought to herself as she felt her abdomen contract and her
hips spasm. Diane felt like she was going to pass out as her body began to sway and tremble,
moving from side to side as the massive organ reamed around inside her. Her vision became a blur
as her head flailed violently to and fro. The sounds in her ears became one large roar – her pulse
pounding, the echoes of her moans resounding inside the stable, cameras clicking, and the wet
smacking sounds of the animal’s balls against her greasy ass.

“OHHHHHH, GOD!” Diane wailed, as she felt the tremendous eruption inside her. She was totally
unprepared for the explosion, as a torrent of slimy juice flowed into her until there was no more
room and began pouring out in gush after gush. She could feel the steaming liquid pouring into her
battered depths, then spilling out, down her trembling legs and pooling on the platform. Diane was
sure that at least a gallon of horse cum had been pumped into her sweating, tired body. Then,
she felt the huge horse cock rapidly withdrew from inside her, and as if she was a puppet having
her strings cut, she collapsed in a heap on the platform.

Diane lay motionless for what seemed like an eternity, and then stirred as the stable erupted in
applause. Cheers and shouts filled the building and Diane tried to lift her head, move, or anything
that would signal that she had survived. She could feel rivulest of sweat dripping off her face,
more torrents streaming off her body. She turned her head slightly to catch sight of LeAnn and
her husband, Roy, moving out of the crowd and coming over near her. The two seemed to be
whispering together in an animated and rather heated discussion than stopped as suddenly as it
began. Without a word, LeAnn came over to Diane, rolled Diane over on her back, and positioned
her limp body on the edge of the platform. LeAnn spread Diane’s legs apart and pressed her face
into Diane’s sopping cunt. LeAnn began lapping and slurping the dripping ooze that flowed out of
Diane swollen opening.

Roy turned and spoke awkwardly to the rest of the surprised group.

“Folks, got a little confession to make. When I saw this lovely lady today, I knew she was gonna’
put on a helluva show. Ride that boy like he’d never been ridden before, like nobody we’ve ever
seen here at the ranch. LeAnn, here, didn’t think so. She went so far as to say that Diane
wouldn’t take more than 12 inches. So, we made a little bet, and … well…, and as you can see,
now’s time for LeAnn to pay up. Dave, Diane, we’d just love for you two to join us for a little
party at our place in Texas. We’ll all have a good time and it’ll be our way of sayin’ thanks. Our
plane is just down at the airstrip. And for the rest of ya’ll, fellas, just step right up here, cause
that’s part of the payoff too.”

With that, Roy gestured to the upturned backside of LeAnn as she leaned, straight legged, over
the platform and devoured Diane’s pussy, her massive breasts hanging beneath her. There was a
brief pause, then a stampede of men rushed forward, as one stiff cock after another lined up
behind LeAnn. Diane looked up and grinned as she saw Dave smiling back at her, second in line,
followed by son Doug, then Chad and the rest of the boys.

“Oh, this should be good,” Diane thought to herself, and then laid her head back, closed her eyes
and relaxed. She was really enjoying the attention that the beautiful blonde was now paying to
her clit.

Ooooooo, that’s nice, honey,” she purred to LeAnn. “Do more of that.”

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# A Daughter’s Promise

It’s been some time since I’ve written about my own exploits. That is for two very good reasons.
Firstly, and as a direct result of having had my first three stories published at Literotica, I
have been contacted by dozens of people who have had their own incestuous experiences. Some of
them have been willing to provide me with evidence and details of these liaisons, which has
subsequently enabled me to write about their tales; often much more interesting than my own.

The second good reason for not updating my own story, is that things have become routine and
ordinary. Now for many of you reading this, the idea of a woman in her late twenties, who
regularly has sex with both her father and grandfather, describing the situation as routine and
ordinary sounds a little bizarre. But the fact of the matter, at least the way I see it, is exactly
that. Dad normally rings me on a Monday afternoon whilst my husband, John, is at work. He
confirms that he will come round to my place on the Wednesday afternoon, whilst Mum thinks he’s
out playing golf. Sometimes he will ask me to wear something specific, but more often than not,
he just leaves the choice of my attire to me; he’s basically happy just as long as I’m wearing a
pair of high heels. I go around to Grandad’s house every Thursday, with the idea of giving it a
once over with a duster and vacuum cleaner. More truthfully, it’s Grandad who gives me a once
over; or should I say a twice or even sometimes even a thrice over; he is a very virile old man.

Well, I should say, he was a very virile old man. Because, in November 1999, Grandad suddenly
died. And it was his passing that sparked off a chain of events that make the telling of another
chapter in my life worthwhile. I hope that you’ll agree.

It was on the eve of the funeral that I got a call from Dad. He may have been upset at the loss
of his father, but he was more concerned that he had lost a partner in our occasional family
threesomes. Dad said that watching the old codger banging away at me was as erotic an
experience as fucking me himself. Dad wondered if I’d thought of anyone else to replace Grandad.
Even before I’d had time to say that I hadn’t, Dad suggested that his elder brother, my uncle Joe,
might be a someone to consider. It was obvious that Dad had already done all the considering
necessary for both of us, because his next instruction was that I should attempt to seduce Uncle
Joe at the funeral tomorrow. Even if I had wanted to raise an objection it would have been
pointless; Dad had already hung up.

As the priest spoke of what a kind and gentle man Grandad had been, the assembled family and
friends sniffed and cried. They, of course, had never seen him riding his Granddaughter on his
dog’s bed, in the shed at the bottom of his yard. Had they been aware of that little secret, then
maybe the eulogy would have been a tad different.

We all trundled back to Grandad’s house for a quiet reception. Dad came over to me and said he
had just seen Uncle Joe go out into the garden on his own. He told me to go and flirt with him. It
was a bitterly cold day, and my heart was just as cold as I approached my uncle. It wasn’t that I
didn’t want anyone to join our little group; it was just that he was so unattractive. He was
smaller than Dad, yet about twice as heavy; and Dad was no athlete. He turned around as I got
close to him, and smiled kindly at me. We talked small talk for a while, and then I decided to make
my move. I worked it so that I was facing the house, yet unseen by anyone who happened to be
looking through the window, like my husband for example, because of Uncle Joe’s huge bulk. He
faced directly into the empty garden, so nobody could see his face. I told him that I would miss
Grandad, especially on Thursday’s when I used to come here and clean for him. It was then that I
began to undo the four buttons that held my black overcoat together. I parted the coat and
revealed a very inappropriate short, black dress, complimented by black stockings and high heels.
Given the temperature at the time, this was a crazy move, and it was thus, I hoped, obvious to
uncle Joe why I had done it. He gave me a long and unashamed look up and down. I took hold of
his hand and brought it close to my side. I knew he could feel my nylons on the back of his hand.
I moved my mouth close to his ear, and whispered that with all that time now on my hands, he
could always pop around and see me one afternoon. I refastened my overcoat, smiled coyly at
him, and walked back into the house.

The biggest surprise was, that by the time Christmas arrived, Uncle Joe had still made no move
towards me. I couldn’t have been any clearer with my message. Perhaps he just didn’t fancy me.

Mum had invited John and I to her place for Christmas Day. Dad phoned me up the week before
and told me to wear something to make me look like Mrs Santa Claus. So, telling my husband it
was all part of the festive spirit, I wore a red, off the shoulder blouse, a short red skirt, and a pair
of red pumps. When Dad saw me, I could tell from his expression that he was pleased.

We all had a celebration drink to accompany the present opening. Then, Mum went into the
kitchen to prepare the roast turkey lunch, and John went into the back yard to practice with the
camcorder that Mum and Dad had bought for us. As he opened the door from the kitchen into the
back yard, I heard a loud scampering noise, followed by Mum cursing and swearing. All of a
sudden, Rex, the large black labrador that had been Grandad’s pet dog rushed into the living
room. I had completely forgotten that Dad had agreed to adopt the pet rather than have him put
to sleep.

As soon as the dog saw me sitting on the couch, he made a beeline for me. He caused me to spill
my drink into my lap, and as I was about to stand up and go dry myself, he plonked his head into
my waist and forced me back onto my seat. His nose was buried in my skirt, and it was obvious
he was sexually excited. I asked Dad to get him off me. Dad looked down the hall and saw that
the kitchen door was closed, then made sure that he could see John in the garden before coming
over to me. I was pushing at the animal’s head, but to no avail; he was too strong for me. Just
when I was expecting Dad to grab hold of Rex’s collar and pull him away, he whispered to me
that I should pull my skirt up.

‘What!’ I exclaimed.

Dad told me to keep my voice down and do as he said. He said he wanted to see the dog going at
me. I shook my head in defiance. Dad gave me a look I had seen twice before. On both occasions
it had been followed by the back of his hand across my face. It seemed I had no choice but to
obey him.

Now the astute among you will be aware that my capitulation represented a shift in the balance
of power in my relationship with Dad, from that of our first encounter, when it was I who had
been in control. It would appear from the many contacts I have made that this is an almost
universal law. When a girl gives herself to a father, grandfather, brother or uncle, she almost
always surrenders any dominance that she may have started with. Equally obvious from the
evidence I have seen, is that when a man has tasted the delights of a female relative, he cannot
get enough; and nothing else is as good. The comparison can be drawn to that of the superstition
of man eating tigers in India; once they have tasted human flesh, they crave it all the more. I
mention this not because I am unhappy with my lot; far from it; incest is the most erotic and
stimulating sex I have known. No. I mention this as a precaution to any girl who may be reading
this and tempted to seduce someone in her family; it is an affair that will prove difficult, if not
impossible, to end. You have been warned!
Cautiously, I began to move my hands to the hem of my mini skirt. Then the strangest thing
happened. Almost as if the dog knew what I was doing, it moved its snout away from my lap. As I
slowly began to pull the skirt up my bare thighs, the dog’s cold nose dropped under the hem,
encouraging me to move faster. Dad was leaning over us both, salivating as my panties came into
view. Rex’s front legs jumped up either side of me, as he buried his face into my crotch. Dad
pulled him back by the collar just enough to enable him to see the long, wet tongue slurping at
my thinly covered pussy. Dad was still not satisfied, and he ordered me to move my panties to
one side and let the dog get at me properly. I could see that John was still in the garden, and
knew that the net curtains prevented him from seeing in. Mum could still be heard preparing the
food in the kitchen. So, I moved my right hand passed the dog’s eager mouth, gripped the thin
gusset of my knickers, and pulled them to one side. The dog went wild. Its nose pressed between
my labia, opening the lips just enough to get his tongue in. As he flicked and licked at my pussy, I
felt myself begin to swoon. As disgusted as I felt, I took hold of the dog’s head and pressed it
closer to my love box. From the bulge that had appeared in Dad’s trousers, I knew he was excited
by the sight of his youngest daughter being mouthed by an animal. As my head lolled back and
forth on the back of the couch, just as I was about to climax, Dad and I both heard the back
door open. With great speed and power, Dad grabbed the protesting dog by its collar, and pulled
him off me. I just had time to adjust my clothes before John came into the living room. I cursed
the over frivolous nature of the dog, and retired to the bathroom to remove the wine stain from
my skirt. As Dad led Rex back into the garden, it looked at me with what I can only describe as
canine desire. I couldn’t help but notice that its dick had slid out from its sheath, and was
dragging impressively along the carpet. It only occurred to me later that the dog saw me as its
natural partner now that its master, Grandad, had died; after all, he had witnessed me being
fucked many times, very often on the mattress it used to sleep upon.

After lunch, I was still feeling guilty about how turned on the dog had made me. But, overriding
the guilt was a sense of unfulfilment. As we all sat around watching TV, I stood up and
announced that I was going to wash the dishes. I made eye contact with Dad, who took the hint
and said he would help me. Almost the very second we were out of sight of Mum and John, Dad
had his hand up the back of my short skirt, and was feeling my arse. I told him that I wanted him
to fuck me; soon. As we did our chores, I came out with a plan that would enable us to be alone
for a while. Walking back into the living room forty minutes later, I stated that I was concerned
that I had not switched off the gas at home. And, as Dad was the only driver who had not had
too much to drink, he had offered to take me home and put my mind at rest.

With unparalleled enthusiasm, I put on my overcoat and went out to the garage where Dad
already had the car running. I slipped into the seat next to him, making sure that my legs were
uncovered and close enough for him to touch. By the time we cleared the driveway, Dad was
caressing them from my knees to the top of my thighs. As we approached the point that was a
minute away from my house, Dad told me to remove my panties; like me, he wanted to waste no
time. I slipped them off my legs and placed them on the car heater where they could dry off.

He swung the car quickly into my driveway. By the time I got out, with front door key in hand, he
was behind me, pushing me up the path like a sex-starved schoolboy. As the key turned in the
door, Dad forced me through into the hallway. In my high heels I nearly fell over. He pulled my
overcoat off violently, and turned me around to face him. His lips fell upon mine and we slavered
over each other. Dad placed his hands on my arse cheeks, under my raised skirt, and lifted me
onto the hall table. As telephone directories went this way and that, I heard the sound of a
zipper being undone. After ten seconds of unseen fumbling, and with a gasp that took my breath
away, his stubby prick pushed up my twat. I felt Dad’s nails digging into my butt cheeks as he
cruelly thrust into me. What the dog had started took Dad only one minute to finish. The
afternoon’s frustrations disappeared as my body shook with powerful orgasm. As Dad picked me
up off the table, I wrapped my legs around his ample waist, desperate to keep his meat in me. He
carried me over to the staircase, and dropped me gently down onto the fourth step; just the right
height for him to pummel me with maximum force. Two or three minutes late, I could tell by the
pained expression on his face, that he was close to emptying his load into me. It was then that
he spoke, or should I say growled, for the first time: ‘I want the dog to fuck you.’ I shook my
head negatively. Dad pulled my blouse down over my nipples and squeezed them until I cried. I
was still sobbing as he ejected his semen into my womb. But, by then, I had already said: ‘OK
Dad. The dog can have me; I promise.’

Back home, a week or so into the new millennium, I contacted one of my e-friends to ask his
advice. He was all in favour of the idea, and sent me some very useful information regarding
human/animal sex couplings. Sadly, I lost touch with him shortly afterwards. But the more I
thought about it, the hornier I became. I mean, sex with a dog!

I had determined that, even though I was coming around to the idea, I would leave it to Dad to
initiate the proceedings. Amazingly, he never mentioned it again for over a year. During Easter
2001, and still no hint of an interest from my Uncle Joe, one Tuesday afternoon whilst Dad lay on
top of me, having just arse fucked me, he said that he wanted to see me and Rex together. Dad
said that next week, instead of him coming to my house, I should go to his, and the dog could
have me in the shed. Mum and my husband would both be at work, of course. We made final
arrangements before he left me. He told me to dress sexily for the dog. What a whore I had

And so it was, the following week, I drove to Dad’s wearing the same outfit I had worn the
Christmas when it first happened. I figured that the dog liked the outfit then, so he would be
turned on by it now. In the living room, I went over the conditions I had made with Dad the
previous week. From the information my e-friend had directed me to, I knew that a dog didn’t cum
like a man did; all at once. A dog was continually dripping semen, which was thinner than a man’s
and very salty. So I told Dad I was not prepared to have the dog in my mouth. I had also insisted
that its front paws be taped up, so that it did not scratch me, and that its mouth be covered
with a muzzle. Surprisingly, Dad agreed to all my demands.

I was a little nervous as Dad pushed me down the garden path towards the wooden shed. The
dog must have recognised the distinctive sound of ladies’ high heels on concrete, because as we
entered the darkened, cobweb covered shed, he was already howling in excitement. Fortunately,
he was still tied up and could not get to me. I stood next to the old armchair that Dad had put in
there, and watched as he placed the sleeves of an old sweater around the dogs’ front legs,
strapping them securely in place with adhesive tape. The animal must have sensed that his luck
was in, because he was so well behaved throughout this whole process. Finally, Dad put a strong
looking muzzle over Rex’s mouth.

As Dad stood up, he ordered me to strip off. I undressed in the dingy surroundings knowing that
the males’ of two species were eyeing me with lustful intent. Standing there awkwardly in just my
five-inch heels, Dad took the black leather collar from around Rex’s neck, and proceeded to place
it around mine. He took the leash from the hook on the wall, tied it to the collar and said; ‘Let’s
show Rex what a good bitch you are.’ With that, Dad gave a strong and sudden downward jerk on
the leash. As I began to choke, he pulled it down to the floor, thus forcing me to kneel in front of
him. As my lips parted to accept the intake of air offered by the release of pressure around my
throat, Dad’s fat dick slipped into my mouth. It’s a sad fact, but the more Dad mistreats me, the
sexier I feel. As he thrust his hips to and from my face, and I got used to the rhythm of his prick
sliding over my tongue, my nervousness was at last replaced by lust. I glanced over to the dog.
He was standing on all fours’. His long, red, sausage shaped dick was again fully erect, a good
eight inches of animal meat ready to penetrate a woman’s vagina.

Just as I felt Dad about to shoot his load, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and let his semen
splash over my neck and breasts. He told me to rub it into my skin; it would give the dog
something to sniff.

As ever, orgasm had made Dad’s legs buckle underneath him. As he recovered his breathing, I
could tell that the dog was becoming impatient to have me. I stood up and went over to the
chair. I sat down low, spreading my long legs over the arms. Dad took a digital camera from his
pocket. He said he was ready. As he walked over to undo the rope that had held Rex away from
me, the dog began to scrape one of its hind legs over the floor, like a bull about to charge. I
could clearly see the ‘knot’ that I had read about. An object the size of a fist that locks a dog
and bitch together for anything up to an hour. Apart from the fact that I didn’t want the animal in
me for that length of time, I was also wary of the pain that an object that size might inflict. So I
took the advice of my e-friend and decided that the dog would have to make do with the human,
‘missionary’ position, where I would have more control. Rex’s favourite ‘doggy’ style was out!

As Dad released the rope, the dog came bounding over to me. It jumped up, with its front paws
going over my head and onto the back of the chair. I could see its cock, leaking semen and
rubbing it over my pussy and belly. Dad was already busy taking photos of the perverted
encounter. My hands were on the dog’s belly, and I moved them down so that I could guide its
prick into me. It raised its head and let out a stifled howl as I first touched it. It was a handsome
weapon, and no mistake; thick and longer than any mans’ that I’d experienced. I moved my hand
slowly along its length. I think Dad could see the look of pleasure that was now on my face. And I
thought I saw the look of jealousy on his.

I guided the penis so that it was pressing against my soaking wet pussy lips. The dog sensed that
he was close, and lunged forward. I cried out loudly as it filled my vagina till I thought he would
rupture me. I had to constantly push against the dog’s underbelly to prevent his knot from
entering me. It seemed like that was the dog’s one goal. As the dog thrust his meat in and out, I
glanced at its hind legs. From this position, it looked just like a man was fucking me; albeit a hairy
man. The friction of this huge prick rubbing against my clit soon had me near climax. I was
breathing heavy, and talking to the dog in human encouraging tones. My feelings were not
contrived; they were expressions of natural desire for release. It was as if the dog knew that I
was nearly there, because it started to increase the speed of its thrusts. At one point, a
remarkable thing happened. In its desire to get the knot inside me, Rex’s prick slipped out. I
thought that I would have to manually re-insert it. But no; it just found its own way back up my
honey pot, and he continued banging me.

It was the over exuberance of my orgasm that was my downfall. As I approached the point of
ecstasy, waves of pleasure, the like of which I had never known, began to race all over every
nerve in my body. As I cried out in pleasure, my high heeled feet wrapped tightly around the dog’s
body, I let go the pressure I had exerted against him. Suddenly, a tremendous pain seared in my
pelvis. The huge knot at the root of the dog’s penis had been forced into my vagina. Dad was too
rapt taking pictures to help me. Then the dog became motionless. Gradually, the pain subsided.
Dad said he had seen enough. He left. He left me there fastened to an animal. Now I was no
better than a bitch. The excitement and arousal I had been feeling just moments earlier, were
now replaced by shame. I dreaded the thought that my womb was now being slowly flooded with
the semen of an alien creature.

After half an hour in this tied position, the dog finally slipped his dick out of me, and went back
over to his corner of the shed. I got dressed and went in to see Dad. He was already sitting at
his computer, looking at the thirty six shots of his daughter and his pet.

‘Good old Rex. I think we’ve found someone for our threesome.’ Dad said, with a cruel smirk on his
face. ‘I’ll go round and see Uncle Joe tomorrow.’ I replied. Dad always gets his way.

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