****** Sandy and Jim (rev) Kanga ******
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Sandy and Jim


Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding
lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a
horse had given her many mixed feelings including the feeling of dominance over
a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of
riding were not lost on her either. The feeling of the saddle pushing the thick
crease of her riding britches into her already spread crotch gave her many
pleasant memories of what would have been otherwise forgotten riding
expeditions. For many years the smell of leather would cause a twitch between
her thighs.

After high school riding took a back seat to other activities, including
college, social affairs and men, not necessarily in that order. She was
attractive and well-placed enough to have her pick of men and their attributes.

Marrying an older man had its advantages, including physical love-making.
Although she enjoyed dominating horses, she did not enjoy dominating OR being
dominated by men or other women. Younger men were always more interested in
pleasing themselves than in her feelings. She enjoyed sensitive and sharing
men. She found that trait much more common in older men, particularly in bed.
Well into her thirties now, she was enjoying the "fruits" of her labor, an easy
carefree life of leisure, with horses. Her husband had died about a year ago
and she was now carrying on her horse breeding stud alone. She had no children,
but had a nephew who managed the day to day tasks on the stud.

For a long time now she had been an avid "horse person." She attended all the
shows and parties associated with them. Her deceivingly youthful beauty was
lost on most of the yuppies in that circle. Her medium height and average
"build" never attracted attention. Her short, soft brown hair seemed out of
place among the bleached and exotically-permed coiffures.

She never was a real fan of other horsy people... then Jim came along. Jim was
more than a horse person, he was an animal person. One of the social gatherings
was picketed by an animal rights group complaining of the supposed harsh
treatment of horses. Sandy had never seen anything like they claimed, but being
concerned, she made a point of talking to them. Her attraction to Jim was
immediate. Meeting him accomplished two things - she could question him and she
got to know him. The stories he told curdled her blood, she couldn't believe
them. After striking up a nice conversation with Jim, Sandy brought herself to
challenge him. "Prove it." Jim said he would and promised to call her later
when he heard about abuse.

Days passed without a word. Actually, Sandy had lost interest in the "cause",
but not in Jim. She had never met anyone like Jim, tall, relatively angular
and, oh, so intense about his cause. Her imagination was filled with fleeting
visions of them together.

Then, one day Jim called. He offered to take her to a horse stud and show her
what they did. Sandy gratefully accepted the offer, but stopped short of
admitting she had lost interest in his cause, but not in him and his intense
passion for his beliefs.

They made a date to meet after dusk. After stopping for a nice meal, Jim drove
to a horse stud not far from Sandy's. They parked down the road and hiked
across several fields. Jim had warned her about the walking and she had worn a
pair of shorts and a pretty blouse.

They saw an athletic looking woman in a uniform patrolling with a great dane on
a leash. Sandy wondered why they had come here, and what had to be protected by
armed patrols with big dogs. Perhaps they should go now...but they were here
anyway, and she wanted to see for herself the maltreatment Jim had spoken
about. They skirted around the side of the big barn.

Striving for utmost quiet and with much difficulty they made their way to the
hay loft which had a convenient open view of a large saw-dusted area. They lay
in the hay near the front of the large flat floor where they would not be seen
from below or from the door they had entered through.

Frighteningly soon after they had hidden themselves from sight several people
entered the barn. Actually, Sandy was a bit disappointed. After two hours close
to Jim her interest and, yes, desire for Jim had heightened. The champagne at
dinner and the brisk, secretive walk hadn't hurt either. Jim had shown
significant interest too, after Sandy had grabbed his hand once during their
foray. The gentle squeezing she had felt several times was more than a
protective reaction. But here they were - stretched prone together practically
buried in warm, fragrant hay, his arm around her, (clearly not for protection,
but from affection), and forced to be still and quiet. He whispered his
disappointment at the interruption after she mumbled a "damn". Quite frankly,
they both thought a fuck right there in the hay would have been really
pleasant. They weren't quite game enough to tell each other yet though!

Looking down they saw four people. Sandy recognised the ranch owner, a fat,
sleazy blob, (reportedly connected to a porn ring), his young wife, a pleasing
blonde beauty, a creepy looking man with a camera and a man with sound
equipment. Their mumblings were unable to be heard, but Sandy could tell they
were all excited. When the blonde bent down to pick up something in front of
the bright lights being set up, Jim noticed as her short kimono lifted up, that
she had no pants on. His quick eye also noted that she was a real blonde and
joked to himself that if she could see out that brown eye she might just notice
the flash in his eyes. Had Sandy noticed his arm tense as the "show"
occurred???

She had in fact just glanced towards the main door as blondie bent over, and
had not seen the 'flash' of arse and pussy slit. The blob laughed and rubbed
his crotch as a man entered with a mare. Almost immediately the stirrings of
other horses were heard. Sandy whispered that the mare was in heat. She did not
explain to Jim that she could tell by the lifted tail and pursing in and out of
the mare's vaginal lips. The slippery discharge was also always a sure sign.
She squirmed slightly at the knowledge that she always got wet too when she saw
a mare in heat, standing to be fucked by a long throbbing stallion's prick.
When they bred the horses at home it excited her so much she would walk her
husband back to the house and they would fuck themselves to sleep. Even if it
was early in the morning they would send the servants on some errand or other
into town and cavort through the house till their crescendo in the bedroom
where they could then sleep. This was their one "extra" vice, a supplement to
their usual sex life. Small ripples of pleasure were beginning to tingle
through her body just at the thought of those times and at what may now occur.
Jim interrupted her thoughts as he said he didn't know what to expect, he was
told that they tortured animals at this place. He was a bit apprehensive about
what might happen, but there was definitely a tingle in his balls. A bit of
extra blood had started to stir his resting cock at the sight of the blonde(?)
slit he had just glimpsed. Sandy said that the Blob was a respected breeder.
But the presence of the camera lent an air of suspicion to the scene. Her
thought processes did not allow her to realise the possibilities, as she had
never seen a porno movie.

Jim had not brought Sandy here with a view to screwing her. What he had
intended was to shock her into realising that many people were cruel to their
horses in horrendous ways. But he had to admit that as he helped her through
the fences on the way, the sight down the front of her loose blouse was quite
formidable. And on the occasions he was behind her as he held the fence wires
for her, the shape of her behind through the shorts and the just noticeable
outline of her pussy lips was actually quite breathtaking. Now they were lying
silently together in the hay, hardly game to breathe for fear of being seen and
having the dogs sent after them.

The mare was tied to a post in full view of the snuggled pair. One man then
left, and returned with a beautiful black stallion, rapidly becoming too hard
to hold. Sandy remembered Jim saying he did not know what to expect....she
smiled quietly to herself and squeezed his hand as she thought "if he hasn't
seen a mare serviced before he's in for one hell of a fucking experience". The
Blob, his fly now open, yelled "turn the mother-fucker loose!" The beautiful
stallion went up to the mare, nuzzling her nose and neck. With impressive
aplomb he initiated a thrilling demonstration of sexual foreplay that would
have warranted a chapter in Masters and Johnson. During the pleasant display
Jim's arm tightened around Sandy. His other had reached for Hers. He squeezed
it reassuringly. (He thought if he didn't get a fuck out of this his balls
would burst... she must be getting horny too!!!! stuff the animal lib!)

The stallion needed no reassurance from the mare. His exquisitely splendid
penis began sliding from its sheath to form an amazingly beautiful staff. It
was jet black, glistening under the bright artificial lights. The head was
smooth and rounded. He went behind her and nuzzled her winking vaginal lips.
His nostrils flared, his eyes flashed, and his penis grew another foot in one
pulse. It kept growing and growing. The stallion resumed his attentions to the
mare's neck. He began nibbling and biting, the mare obviously enjoying the
attention. When his throbbing penis grew to about two feet he tried to mount
the mare - right across her neck. Then the big horse scampered around the back
and started punching the air with his swinging dick. It almost knocked the
camera out of the man's hands. The mare appeared to try to help. The stallion's
penis had grown to an awe-inspiring two feet plus! It was easily three inches
across. Jim's had grown, too, although not to the same proportions. (He did
think though that seven and a half inches, almost two inches across was fair
enough!!) It was throbbing also .....the pressure was building...how long
before he could fuck this now deep-breathing woman he was with?????

As Jim squirmed uncomfortably Sandy dropped his hand and rolled over sideways
towards him, whispering, "Magnificent!" ( All she was thinking about was how
could she get a good hard cock into her hungry cunt. Maybe if she fondled Jim's
prick he would slip it to her????)

All Jim could do was acknowledge her statement and grin at her. She leaned
over, kissed him hard (her inhibitions were lost in the hay somewhere by now)
and breathed heavily. They both turned their attentions back to the stallion.
(Well, actually, Sandy's hand did slip down to Jim's crotch and Jim's responded
by finding Sandy's). The stallion was intent on finding the mare's vagina. He
was working up a great lather humping and pumping in mid air with his
splendidly muscular haunches supporting that majestic and imposing rod.

And then, like magic, when he seemed to be at the end of his endurance, the
mare wiggled back and spread her legs to get lower and his grand stem found
home. The superb stallion, finding renewed energy, gave a cry of pleasure and
redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, sparkling penis slipped deep into the
receptive mare many things happened together. The mare arched her back and
whinnied her encouragement; Jim groaned, "My God!" and Sandy moaned in
anticipation, "Oh, YES, YES, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE"

Over and over the stallion drove his glorious penis deeper into the mare and
with each stroke both the stallion and the mare screamed in unison. As his
strokes approached eighteen inches in length and the penetration by his
spectacular organ was very nearly complete, Sandy reached down and removed
Jim's erect penis from the constraint of his clothes and, as Jim rolled over on
his side, never taking his eyes off of the main show, she began her own
stroking. Sandy did not miss a single stroke from the stallion as she assisted
Jim in loosening her shorts so he could stroke her now slippery pussy more
easily.

Finally with one last magnificent plunge the stallion came with a heart-
wrenching shriek. The mare's cry in response echoed in the barn. That climax
excited both Sandy and Jim. As the stallion struggled to complete the unloading
of his wad into the mare, Sandy said to Jim with pleading eyes:

"FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME"

Jim whispered that they must wait until their "hosts" departed or they would be
heard and exposed. Sandy said she didn't care. (What she wanted was a good
fuck, and she wanted it now!!)

Jim convinced her his hand would have to do till the film crew left.

They both hoped that the Blob would now piss-off to repeat the show with his
lovely young wife in more classy surroundings.( After all he had been playing
with his own prick and rubbing it against her while the stallion was at work.)
Then THEY could relieve the excruciating pressure with a super fuck - right
there in the hay.

But the show was not over.........

While the unsuspecting audience was feasting their eyes and senses on the
centre ring, an assistant had been quietly and nonchalantly preparing the
second act. They had led (if that is the appropriate word) a magnificent
chestnut stallion from his stall to the edge of the room to watch the show.
Needless to say, he was now pretty horny. The sight of the other two horses was
enough for him to unsheath own magnificent tool in anticipation of getting his
chance when the other stallion finished. His shaft was a lighter brownish
colour, but equally stunning in the reflection of the bright lights. It was
easily two feet if it was an inch. Its diameter had to be almost three inches.

By now the first stallion was totally spent and had backed off of the pleased
mare. The stallion was guided back to his stall, his great prick now slacker,
but still full length, swaying from side to side and still dripping as he
walked away. The mare was lead out of the building, with the stallion's sperm
running down the back of her legs, glistening in the bright photographic
lights. The second stallion almost went berserk and spun around rearing high up
on his hind legs. His mighty prick, pointing straight out and waving around
right at Sandy and Jim, was a sight not to be missed.

Both Jim and Sandy had intended to resume their attentions to each other, but
Sandy noticed a curious happening - Blob's wife was removing her kimono. Sandy
then realised the blond had no other clothes on. She almost cried out loud,

"They're going to fuck right here!"

But she caught herself just in time. It would be fun to see the fat prick fuck
her for the camera. She had just remembered the cameras! The whole thing was
being videotaped. She thought how she was about to see her neighbours, who came
over to visit often, fuck in front of her for the camera! They were always so
proper when they visited. "You never know about people" she thought as her cunt
muscles gripped on Jim's probing fingers at the deliciously lascivious thought.

By this time the third world war could have started around them and they
wouldn't have known, they were so horny and intent on watching the rest of the
show.

The second stallion had a curious saddle attached to him, more like a hammock
suspended beneath him. It clearly took all the efforts of the Blob, his
assistant and the photographer to contain or at least minimise the antics of
the excited horse.

There was so much noise and activity in the arena that Sandy and Jim probably
could have stood up and had a knee trembler while yodelling and they wouldn't
have been noticed. The noise level on the ground was high, and with the bright
lights shining towards them, those on the ground couldn't see past the lights.
Jim and Sandy didn't realise this and were still keeping low and whispering.
The blob and company weren't worried about noise out there, and the security
guard was around with strict orders to keep anyone away, and NOT to come into
the barn herself.

Although it was clear that the young girl had done this before it was with
justifiable trepidation the she actually climbed into the harness beneath the
snorting and nervously shuffling stallion. The contrast between the stallion's
brown member and the creamy white skin of the blonde was starkly evident.

Sandy clung to Jim and choked out the words,

"She can't do it, he'll tear her cunt apart."

But the thought of a really big prick squeezing tight against the sides of her
already aching cunt sent the noticeable spasms of a coming orgasm through
Sandy's muscles.

The stallion had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he wanted to
find a mare. His snorting and whinnying and anxious prancing was reaching a
dangerous level. He almost broke the leads held by the three men when the
blonde finally seated herself. Grasping the harness she slowly, but surely,
moved towards the stallion's magnificently beautiful, shiny brown penis, now
fully erect and poised for action. It never ceased to amaze Sandy how a
stallion's cock had that hood near the end that stood out nearly twice the size
of the rest of the shaft. She knew it was to expand and help the sperm to shoot
higher up into the mares tubes instead of flowing back out past the horse's
cock, but it still amazed her!! It must feel exquisite to have a high pressure
shot of warm, silky smooth sperm pulsate high into your ovaries. Another tremor
of impending orgasm tingled through her body.

Another body, unseen and unheard by any of those in the barn, was also
experiencing a tightening of the vaginal muscles. The security guard had
sneaked in through the same door Sandy and Jim had used and was standing in the
shadows against the wall. This was Jane's first night at this ranch, although
she now had four years experience as a guard. Usually only men came here, but
she was the one on emergency call when the usual guy phoned in sick. She had
heard some small snippets about it being a strange place with its "no-go barn",
but the first few hours were uneventful, and anyway she had a reliable dog who
knew the place to work with. Even though she hadn't used him before he was well
trained and responded well to her commands.

Her curiosity was greatly roused as the group from the house went towards the
barn. King (the dog) had sniffed at the blonde's arse as she walked past, and
Jane noticed (how could she have missed, the blonde stopped for a couple of
steps as the great dane lifted her kimono with his nose and licked her arse),
she noticed there was nothing under the kimono! As Jane walked on she decided
she would like to see just what was going to happen in the barn. When she saw
the small side door she couldn't resist a little peek, after all they had been
inside for about fifteen minutes already and there was noise of horses,
probably being ridden in the arena, so they wouldn't hear her.

Jane was twenty five, extremely athletic (a triathlon champion), and she was
single. There had been no steady boyfriend for a while now. In fact if you were
to ask, and she answered truthfully, she had not screwed for almost eight
months. The sexual pressure, with all that youthful energy now the triathlon
season was ended, was close to explosion, although she was not consciously
aware of it, or out looking for sex at the moment. She had a job, a well paid
job, that let her compete when she had to, and she intended to do it well. All
this is now academic. The sight of the black stallion's mighty weapon sent a
little tingle through her body, and her vaginal and arse muscles contracted and
relaxed a few times in quick succession, and a warm glow permeated her whole
being. King started fidgeting at the sight of the horses, but she got him to
settle down so she could keep watching. If he barked the shit would hit fan she
thought, giggling to herself. As the show progressed she felt her nipples
standing out against her neatly pressed uniform blouse. She could even feel the
left nipple push that little bit harder against the sewn on badge. Funny how
your senses heighten when your pussy gets a bit damp she thought. Her blood
pressure slowly rose, and her heartbeat quickened as she watched the black
stallion mount the mare. Jane smiled to herself as his prick swayed around,
stabbing at the air trying to find the bullseye. Memories flooded back and
juices, delicious slippery juices began to flow. Was it really eight months
since her last orgasm??? No wonder this horse's prong is wetting my crotch she
thought. Now, as her muscles tightened around an imaginary prick, she saw the
whole scene from last time flash through her mind. She and John were in the
motel room with the mirror doors on the wardrobe. John's prick, as she watched
in the mirror, slipped from side to side and above and below the target,
stabbing the air and her buttocks until she wiggled her, by then hungry slot
into line with his thrusts, just like the cock hungry mare down below was doing
this instant. She almost orgasmed merely from the memory, and seeing her own
reflection in the scene of carnal pumping below.

King lived on the estate and was a frequent companion of the blonde. He had
been the feature of many films with her, and she even taught him many tricks to
amuse herself in her spare time. She had very early on had his toenails
specially trimmed so his pawing would leave no marks. If there was one thing
King had learnt to recognise it was when a woman was hot. Unnoticed by Jane in
her reverie he had moved in front of her and had pushed his nose up her skirt
and into her pussy. The smell of the juices sent a shudder through him and the
motion of his great head between her legs woke Jane from her dream. King's warm
breath and soft furry face did not repel her at all. If she had stopped to
think she would have wondered why, but right now she could feel the rumblings
of an orgasm that had been eight months in the making relentlessly surging
through her every fibre. She wanted something NOW!! Jane surprised herself by
actually fumbling with trembling hands to make some room to work on her pussy.
Stuff these bloody boots and these bloody pantihose she cursed as she kicked
off the boots and dropped her pantyhose and knickers to the floor and stepped
out of them. As she lifted her leg for the first step King's tongue unerringly
flicked out and wiped a long delicious track from her puckering arsehole to the
top of her slot. The shudder that throbbed through her body almost made her
lose her balance and fall over. She quickly shot her foot back onto the floor
and kicked up the other foot to loose it from the knickers. She should have
been ready for it...King's accurate, warm and prickly tongue took another
memorable swipe at her slit, this time making the effort to linger at her
arsehole and dart in half an inch or so before sliding around past her hole and
flicking her clit wickedly as it went up past and out over the short curly red
hairs above. She almost swooned on the spot, but all this time she had not
missed a stroke of the mighty black stallion's carnal pumping of the compliant
mare. She stood now with her legs together, watching the stallion's final
thrusts and the aftermath of him walking away with his silvery looking prick
swinging and the docile mare with the flow of seminal fluid shining on her back
legs. While her legs were together King had been making a lively effort with
his tongue from behind her to get her legs apart again. It was really getting
to her now, and, thinking the show was over she squatted down to let King have
access to her tormented twat. She lay back on the hay, now facing the door, and
spread her legs for King's clever tongue to do its luscious tricks. The way he
managed to sink his wonderfully sloppy tongue from hole to hole was
magnificently salacious. Jane's whole body throbbed and she wondered who had
shown him how to curl his tongue and slip it in so gently. It was a most
wonderful feeling when he slid it carefully into her arse. It made her squirm
with pleasure and the thought crossed her mind that a prick might not feel too
bad in there either! She heard more noise through her stupor and turned over to
look over the pile. What she saw made her cunt muscles grab so tightly she
thought she would split herself. So that is why the blonde undressed.... Jane
could not move her eyes from the carnal scene below, but she was not so
overcome that she didn't notice King had now mounted her from behind (what
would this look like in a mirror she thought as she used that same wiggle in an
effort to entice King's obviously ample shaft from its sheath). King had seen
this all before, and the blonde had trained him to hold off for long periods to
tease her. Why should this slippery cunt with red hair be treated any
differently to the blonde one. This red one did seem a bit hungrier though! So
he let a few inches out and let it brush past her eagerly awaiting slot. King
knew there were two holes. Which one would he hit really hard when the time
came?? For now he just let it slip around a bit...her wiggling towards it was
somehow inviting though. And while he is slipping around he decides to slide
off and lick it a bit, just to make her thrust back a bit more.....she tenses
up nicely when its in that top smaller hole he notices, but the very slippery
one tastes nicer. King hears the sounds of his mistress warming up in the
hammock and remounts Jane to get a good look at the scene below. Should I slip
her a bit more again he wonders as her hole thrusts back towards his now
lengthening cock. He didn't decide on that! The red bitch is getting to him by
wiggling that slippery slit back against him!

A transformation seemed to overtake the stallion when the blonde made the first
contact. In utter amazement he stopped in his tracks. Although he could see no
mare there was the unmistakable feeling of something soft and pliable, warm and
welcoming beneath him. Mare or no mare, nature took charge.

The determined humping of his magnificent haunches began. In the air his
strokes began as just a few inches long, but as the blonde gathered courage and
confidence in estimating the motions of the horse his stabs grew longer, and
the activities started to bear fruit. As she gripped the rampant stick Sandy
noticed that both hands together wouldn't go around it!

The blonde obviously would not be able to stand the force of his magnificently
strong thrusts, so the sling was designed to allow her to ride with them. She
could float with the strokes by relaxing, or hold herself still against them by
grabbing the horse's underside.

At first the plunges met resistance. After an amazingly short time however, the
resistance lessened, presumably the blonde's juices were flowing freely. Both
Jim and Sandy echoed the blonde's muffled cry when the stallion's immense penis
finally slipped in. It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-long
stroke that did the trick. Sandy shuddered at the sight just as Jim slipped his
fourth finger into her now gaping chasm. The blonde caught her breath and just
hung loosely in the hammock so she could ride with the stallion's lustful
thrusts.

His frustration at only being able to penetrate a few inches sent the stallion
into a frenzy. The only suitable action that would matter was instantly taken
by the blonde. By grabbing the horse's neck in her arms she could hold herself
relatively still beneath the agonisingly splendid thrusts and by skillfully
riding with them most of the way she allowed the magnificent beast to sink
deeper into her moist white flesh. As the stallion poured his whole being into
each monstrous stab Sandy could see his arsehole pucker and pout with each
thrust. Her own cunt muscles gripped ecstatically as Jim's whole hand slid home
into her. The blonde slowly, juicily and with obvious relish, absorbed more and
more of the stallions incredible sausage.

It was an amazing and extraordinary spectacle - a lovely, flawlessly white
blonde, suspended beneath a magnificent chestnut stallion with a foot of shiny
brown pulsing penis trying with growing effectiveness to find a safe haven.

The blonde could stand no more. During one hump she caught hold of the horses
underside. Being anchored firmly now, the flailing thrusts of the stallion were
greeted with a delicious, lubricated sliding of his now rock hard brown penis
in and out of the creamy pink vagina.

Sandy could tell by the ever increasing inward wrinkle of the stallion's
arsehole that his climax was not far off. Perhaps Jim had noticed too, or he
had felt her own luscious spasms grabbing his hand, because he had started
clenching and unclenching his fist deep up in her inner being. She must have
died and this was heaven...... the orgasmic ripples had been passing in waves
through her body for almost an hour now and she knew she would soon erupt. This
eruption would be more impressive than any volcano yet seen!!!!!! Through all
of this Jim's cock had been almost forgotten (by Sandy anyhow.... she had lots
of other things to think about). Jim hadn't forgotten though. The pressure was
building in his shaft and balls to a degree he had never experienced before. He
realised he was close to coming while fucking Sandy with his fist and watching
a stallion fuck the blonde wife of Sandy's neighbour. Sandy had long since
stopped stroking his shaft and was rubbing her nipples with ecstatic vigour.
The lack of stimulation of his not inconsiderable cock was almost unbearable.

The sensuous groans of the blonde and deep throated roar of the stallion
blended into a crescendo when the horse climaxed in ecstasy. The final drive by
the horse was not fully anticipated by the blonde, but she did nothing to
discourage it. A long groan gurgled from somewhere down where the stallion's
penis was pushing her breath out. Some sperm from that first come stroke
trickled out between her legs. On the next stroke a veritable fountain of sperm
shot out from all around the horses slippery member, spraying onto the camera
and onto the blob. All three upstairs onlookers shuddered at the awesome
display of sperm pressure, Jim especially thought he could probably blast the
roof of the barn if this went on much longer.

At the same time, Sandy felt all her breath rush out as Jim pushed his clenched
fist hard up into her chest cavity. She was sure she felt his upper arm squash
her clitoris as the thrust reached his elbow.

Sandy and Jim were now making a bit of noise, enough for King to hear. His ears
pricked up, he knew the sound of fucking when he heard it! He also knew his
main task in life was to join in if at all possible. After all the lights and
camera were going and his mistress was being fucked under the horse...he knew
his cue....he was, after all, a professional!

King moved silently and quickly over the pile of hay and saw what he thought
was a real jackpot. A prick to lick and a couple of other possible holes for
his now hardening prick to explore. Sandy was so intent on watching the horse
she really didn't even wonder where the exquisite feeling of something soft and
velvety slipping up her arse came from. More of it would be loverly.... Jim
thought he felt something brush past him but didn't take his eyes off the
fucking horse for an instant. What he did notice though was a warm moist
sensation around his prick. Sheer ecstasy. He had too look, and he looked
straight into the sensual eyes of a gorgeous redhead who had his whole prick in
her mouth, while still watching the stallion coming. Her buttocks were
thrusting wildly around and she had one hand over her squirming pussy. Jim
noticed the big dog with its nose deep in Sandy's arse slit. He almost shot his
lot then and there!!

As the horse's thrusting slowed, and the flow of seminal fluid from the
blonde's legs ebbed to a trickle, Sandy and Jim looked to see who had joined
them. Sandy almost swooned when she saw Jim's arm in her up to his elbow, and
slowly realised it was the great dane they saw on the way in fucking her arse
with his tongue. She also recognised the security guard by her uniform....she
still had her shirt and skirt on, as well as her truncheon and gun on her belt.
Seeing the redhead devouring Jim's cock reminded Sandy she had neglected him.
She went to speak, but the redhead signalled for silence as she watched the
blonde slip herself off the great prick and out of the harness. She could
hardly walk and was almost covered in the stallion's thick creamy sperm. When
the blob tried to hold her up she slipped through his hands.

Jane was now ready to be fucked by anything that would go in her. Jim could
tell something was soon to happen by the suction she had worked up on his
aching prick. Sandy did not want to miss out on the orgasm she was about to
enjoy, and she wanted Jim's hand to stay where it was. She gently climbed over
Jim and knelt facing the opposite way without his hand coming out. Jim could
now lie on his back, punch his fist in and out of Sandy and enjoy Jane's
sucking job. King went around the back of Jane's gyrating hips and after a few
deft strokes of his expert tongue he jumped up and started tentatively shafting
towards this red haired slippery slot. Jane, with her customary wiggle of the
arse reached back to tease the approaching rod. King plunged the full length of
his rod, right up to the bulb at the end, into Jane's beckoning slit. There was
very little resistance in such a slippery spot. King slid out and aimed a
little higher, at the wrinkly edged orifice. It slid in nicely and her
tightening grip quickened King's heart rate and thrusting frequency. Sandy was
looking straight at all this action and it was nearly too much for her. Jim
felt a vice like grip on his arm and realised there was something special
happening up the other end he couldn't see, but he had Jane milking away at his
prick so he was pretty happy anyway!!

Sandy by now was nearing her volcanic eruption. She could hardly stand to see
that lovely dog penis siding in and out of Jane's arse while all she had was
Jim's hand up her. As Jane's night stick knocked into her shoulder again she
took it off the belt, wiped it quickly across Jane's dripping cunt and put it
under King's nose as she slid his cock sideways out of Janes arse on his next
stroke and let him fuck air. Jane groaned in protest as King slobbered on the
stick while he dismounted from Jane's nest. Before Jane or King knew what
happened, Sandy slid the wet night stick gently but firmly into Jane's wet
slit. Jane wiggled back in ecstasy to try and absorb the full length of the
smooth leather covered stick. Sandy quickly moved it back, teasing Jane by
denying her the feeling of it hitting right home. When she had moved the dog,
she assumed he would go looking for another hole to spike, and her arse was
about all that was now up and available. She didn't want to be greedy, but by
fuck, this was a once in a lifetime orgasm she had about to erupt! She'd see to
the others later if necessary, but she now had no control over her animal
lusts. Jim's fist thrusting and clenching and relaxing had the inevitable well
on the roll, nothing could stop it now. The dog jumped onto her sideways and
plunged his warm slippery dick first to an abrupt halt in her ear, then sliding
down the side of her face into her mouth. The warm salty taste was different,
but he quickly flopped off and went to tongue out her arsehole. King recognised
the tightening of the muscles as an open invitation to his now fully ready
cock. He straddled Jim's arm, and resting his substantial meat on it thrust his
member along the arm, he slid it up over the vaginal skin already stretched
over Jim's wrist and with little resistance hard up to the end in her arse.
This sent such a shudder through Sandy's now erupting body both Jim and the dog
thought the pressure on their inserts would crush them. Sandy was now in full
eruption, Jim's hand in her pussy thrusting powerfully, King's mighty sword
shafting her previously virginal arsehole and every muscle in her body
tightening in sensual spasms of undreamt of intensity. She had not forgotten
Jane, and was firmly working the whole nightstick in Jane's ravenous vagina. In
a flash of unbridled lust Sandy slipped the stick out of Jane's vagina and
without missing a beat slipped half its length into her arse on the next
stroke. Jim knew from her full length stroke hard down the whole length of his
shaft that she was about to explode, but with King furiously shafting into
Sandy's arse above his hand he couldn't tell what was occurring at the other
end, except that it had him close to explosion now too!

Sandy felt the ultimate eruption slowly moving from her thigh muscles on its
unstoppable wave of violent orgasm through her tormented body. The excruciating
ecstasy of it all was about to overcome her. She couldn't help herself from
twisting the stick as Jane rammed back on it with a violent thrust, taking the
whole thing except for the couple of inches in Sandy's hand. Jane's muscles
gripped it so hard that Sandy couldn't slip it out as Jane thrust forward, hard
down onto Jim's cock which was just leaking the first few drips of sperm,
heralding the flood to come. As the last forceful spasm deserted Sandy's spent
body, she lost consciousness and flopped down on her face in the hay. King's
prick, still spraying his clear sticky come slipped out and drew shiny trails
up her back on the black blouse. He would ejaculate for another ten or so
minutes, and moved sideways to look around, his big prick still squirting with
every pulse. Jane was very close to her athletic explosion as Jim slid his hand
out of Sandy's still shuddering body. Leaving her mouth firmly over Jim's prick
she turned around sideways and Jim started to slide his gentle fingers into her
dripping slit. As he slid it a bit higher he felt the end of the stick poking
out of her arsehole and realised what the thrusting had been about. He gently
slid it out and guided her pussy above his face so he could bury it in her cunt
as he shot his sperm into her throat. When King saw that little brown eye
looking at him he couldn't contain himself, and straddled Jim's head and rammed
his still pulsing cock straight in with absolutely no ceremony at all. This was
too much for Jane, who could feel the spasm of Jim's ejaculation pulsing up his
cock. She let the glorious sensations wave through her as Jim and King filled
her with their orgasmic mixtures. She tried to swallow Jim's but it came too
fast and he could feel it running down his balls as more shot up the shaft to
erupt into Jane's welcoming throat. As she relaxed in the sheer ecstasy, Jane
let Jim's still hard prick slip from her mouth and lay down full length on his
body. King's prick slipped out of her and drew a few lines up the back of her
uniform as it did on Sandy. A few more pulses of sperm throbbed from Jim's
prick as Jane lay on him, marking the front of her shirt. Luckily the film crew
had long gone, so any noise they made went unheard. King lay beside them on the
hay and with a few expert wipes of his tongue slid his now relaxing prick back
into its sheath. Just at that moment Jane heard someone calling King from the
house. She quickly slid her boots on and taking his leash, slipped out the door
and went around the barn towards the house.

Jim glanced across at Sandy's still body and noticed that her cunt was still
quite wide open where his hand had been a few minutes ago. Something about the
sight of her lying on her front with a gaping hole looking at him made his
already slack cock jerk with an expectant spasm, and who was he to argue with
that tingle in his balls. It was a long time since he had gone a few times in
one night and the opportunity did not come all that often. He looked again at
her gaping chasm and recalled a movie he had seen with a man coming up behind a
prone woman, sitting astride her and working it home. As he remembered the
camera lingering on the pouting lips peeping out from between her buttocks his
cock lurched back to full attention, wanting some action. Sandy's legs were
only about six inches apart at the knees, but he could have fitted three or
four fingers in easily. His cock lurched in anticipation again, and he realised
he better do something soon. She was one sexy woman lying there like that. He
slid her knees together and straddled her, sitting back on his haunches and
sliding his expectant prick up and down along her slippery crack. The sensation
was exquisite. The action seemed to arouse Sandy, and she squeezed back in
reply. Jim needed little encouragement, and angling his cock slightly down with
his hand slid it into Sandy's velvet glove, savouring the delicious sensation
of sliding cock and slippery vaginal walls his sexcited prick was demanding.
Sandy rose to meet his thrusts, a sure method, he knew of hurrying his orgasm,
but he would rather savour it more slowly he thought. So he slipped his shaft
out and let it slide gently in the now sloppy crack. He noticed a slight quiver
in her body as he slid past her arsehole each time. He was forty two and had
never had his prick in nice tight arsehole. The thought sent a tremor through
his body, and his prick jumped to further attention. He felt his organ grow an
extra inch longer and expand in diameter with the extra blood his carnal
thoughts had pumped into it in expectation. Sandy obviously sensed the extra
hardness because she pushed up a bit to squeeze it harder with her cheeks then
relaxed, waiting for what was to come next. The bastard is just teasing me she
thought as he continued to slide it up and down between her slippery arse
cheeks, making no effort to enter either hole. If he doesn't do something soon
I'll fucking explode!! He knew what was happening, but he was enjoying the
increasing anticipation of her tight wrinkly arsehole. He knew he was playing
with fire trying to wait too long, so on the next upstroke he pushed his thumb
on the top of his prick as it approached her arse and slid it in half way in
one thrust as she arched up towards him.

"Slip it right up hard you arsefucker" she moaned "give me a semen enema to
remember!"

She vaguely searched her brain for a split second for where that expression
came from, then went back to enjoying his thrusting stabs into her arse.

"That's much thicker than the one before" she purred, "Push it hard and fast
Jim, you oversexed animal libber. You've got half what that fucking horse had
so let me feel it all, I've needed a good fuck for a while without realising
it. Come on, shoot your stuff up my arse so I can turn over and kiss you, you
big prick!!"

This sent Jim into a frenzy of pumping but he wouldn't shoot too quickly so
soon after Jane's sucking job. He turned Sandy onto her side and straddled only
one of her legs. This let him lift her other leg up and open her arse, giving
him much deeper penetration sending her into a swoon of delight.

"Come on Jim, you teasing bastard, fill my arse so I can fucking well come
around and kiss you and that gorgeous prick you've got in me"

Three more strokes after that and Jim was blowing his brains fair up her arse
as she tried to squeeze his prick flat with her arse muscles. She held so tight
that not one drop of his sperm leaked out as he convulsed and gyrated his spunk
deep in her bowels. She was sure she could feel the warm, velvety fluid pumping
along the passage. The effort left Jim completely spent, and he dropped onto
the hay and shuddered. Sandy rolled over as he slipped out, kissed his still
pulsing cock on her way past and passionately embraced him.

"I don't know where I found all that language, Jim, but boy are you and that
great donger of yours a fucking good screwing combination!!"

Jim's almost slack prick jerked again in appreciation of her praise. As she
relaxed beside him she felt his fluid leaking out of her arse and trickling
along her slit towards the hay. She whispered in his ear as he dozed into a
euphoric slumber:

"You'll get more you arse-fucker for what you've given me tonight, you deserve
it. If you think one night is enough you're wrong big dick. I want that meat of
yours slid in somewhere at least once a day from now on. Rest for a while, I
want you again soon lover."

It was about ten thirty, and they both dozed into a satisfied sleep.

Meanwhile Jane had led King towards the big house where someone was calling
him. The blob asked what was wrong as she approached. Jane said King had chased
a rabbit, but had come back fairly quickly when called. She deliberately
hesitated in the shadows so the wet spots from Jim's sperm wouldn't be seen.
She was told King was wanted inside and to make sure she watched the stallions
in the barn as they were very valuable.

As she walked away she said ok, and noticed a cold draught up her skirt with no
knickers or pantyhose as she walked into the slight breeze. She was going to go
back to get them when King's moan convinced her to sneak back to see what they
wanted him for, although she was sure she knew. Jane noticed that some of the
earlier dinner guest's cars were still there, so they hadn't all been to the
barn, some had stayed partying in the house. In a large TV room there was a
woman of about thirty who had obviously had a bit to drink. The room was very
well lit, with a full wall TV screen showing a video movie. All the other
guests were shown out and the woman was left watching the movie which Jane
noticed was bordering on pornographic, with some very suggestive scenes, but
not explicit. Jane stayed and watched to see if it got hotter. The woman had
another drink and during one love scene started to rub her thighs and shift in
her seat. The cameraman watching from another room saw she was interested and
quickly started the new videotape and cut it into the program the woman was
watching. By the time she realised what was happening she was watching anyway.
She looked around to check she was alone and settled to see what happened. When
the stallion unsheathed his penis she gaped in disbelief, and when he started
fucking the mare she really wriggled in her seat. It was turning her on, and
she slipped her hand down her shorts and rubbed gently. This was all seen by
the cameraman she couldn't see. Jane went to the next window and saw they had a
trick mirror with a camera set up filming the woman's reactions. After the
first stallion finished they cut in a very explicit tape of a woman
masturbating. That was too much for her and she really rubbed with renewed
vigour. Jane was starting to stroke a bit herself. As she wriggled on the
couch, the tape flashed back to the stallion, then to the original film. While
she watched to see what was next, a film of King licking a woman on all fours
flashed on the screen. Knowing his cue perfectly, King got up off the floor and
nuzzled into the woman's crotch.

Jane's strokes quickened a she remembered the sensual feel of his tongue and
prick. The woman was by now so horny she lowered her shorts and lay back on the
seat watching King fuck on the tape while his tongue worked miracles as it
darted from hole to hole. King's penis was starting to grow slightly, and a bit
more quickly than usual - but he had already had some titillation earlier.
Being a huge strong dog jumped up on the seat and nudged the woman off onto the
floor. She tried to get up by first leaning on the lounge with her knees on the
ground. This was all the encouragement King needed. He saw a clear target, and
he didn't miss. Before she knew what hit her King had got in a dozen strokes
which had filled his prick with blood, and her cunt with his prick. He used
good hard thrusts, he wouldn't let this one get away and leave him ejaculating
into thin air! She looked at the screen and saw King ramming into a woman
leaning on a lounge. If she had paid attention she would have seen his thrusts
on the screen were in time with what she was feeling....she was "on live" but
was enjoying herself so much she didn't notice!!

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