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Subject: {ASSM} (New) May - Chapter 4 (Ff, Mf, Mdog/f, Mhorse/F, oral, anal, fist)
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults.
If you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY
don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who
don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die.
You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in
my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try
to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters
here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental,
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little
imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site.
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May - Chapter 4 (Ff, Mf, Mdog/f, Mhorse/F, oral, anal, fist)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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After I talked Father into giving me to Manuel as a reward for having
taught me how ride and care for my horse Feather, Master began giving
others of his staff time with me to reward them for jobs well done. He
always asked me first, but mindful of my position and my resolve to be
the best slave Father ever had, I never said no.

Michael had me on several occasions, and was a sweet and gentle lover
- that is to say B-O-R-I-N-G compared to Father or Manuel! I know he
meant well and even had some feelings for me that he shouldn't have. I
did my best to please him, but never allowed him to kiss me, hoping in
this way to keep the necessary distance between us.

I liked Michael well enough, but I belonged to Father, and would never
allow myself to forget that!

It was about this time that I began to realize why Father didn't worry
about any of his staff reporting his activities to the authorities -
they all participated in some way that would incriminate them, as
well.

I remember one night, about a year after I came to live at father's
house, he finally gave me to Greta for a night, as a reward for
something she had done. Although Greta and I had played touchy, feely
games all along, and she had been my mentor and supporter in most of
my activities, since that first day when Father had punished her, she
hadn't dared do anything overtly sexual with me.

I had been down that day, missing my family after having received a
letter from them. Greta was solicitous, because we genuinely liked
each other, but a year of pent-up frustration was not to be denied.

"Come, liebchen!" Greta led me toward the dungeon, "Let Greta take
your mind off your troubles!"

I dutifully undressed as we entered the dungeon, awaiting my temporary
mistress' pleasure.

"First," the blonde stated, as if outlining a battle plan, "I will
cheer you up! Then we shall see what I have missed, nein?"

I had grown about an inch and my breasts had started to mound slightly
under my puffy nipples.  The tips of those nipples were VERY sensitive
to the touch.  I know - I touched them a lot! Despite my growth,
however, Greta, who was not very big herself, still towered over me.

The lovely German girl had me lay on my back on a little table. Moving
quickly, she secured my hands somewhere above my head, and spreading
my legs very wide, bound them to the legs of the table.

"I have wanted to taste you ever since that first kiss, lovely brown
sprite," she whispered, leaning over me, "and now I'll taste all of
you!"

Her soft, sweet lips molded themselves to mine, and her tongue plunged
deeply into my welcoming mouth. Incredibly, I felt the thick, wet
instrument slip deep into my throat! Oh, my, GOD! No wonder Father was
so fond of having her lick his bottom!

I got lost in the sensation, and simply melted as the beautiful maid
tongue-fucked my throat. I was deep throating the rough-surfaced
appendage as I would Father's penis.  Unlike a man's pole, however,
Greta's tongue was flexible and agile. The sensation was indescribable
as she licked and explored the inside of my esophagus, sort of how I
would imagine a snake would feel crawling down my throat!

Finally withdrawing from my gasping mouth, the lovely lady smiled
tenderly down at my wide-eyed gaze.

"I surprise you, jah?" she asked, "But wait! There is more to enjoy,
and much more of you to taste!"

Greta's lips, teeth, and fingers were just as talented as her tongue,
if not so generously endowed, and they worked well together, sucking,
nibbling, touching, probing, finding all the most sensitive spots on
my thirteen-year-old body. She brought me to the brink repeatedly, and
stopped just as I teetered on the edge, dragging me back to solid
earth, only to launch me once more toward a higher promontory.

I screeched and cried and begged her to let me come, but she only
smiled and drove me higher and higher, only to stop each time at the
critical moment.  After a very long time, I was near hysteria.  I
struggled with my bonds and thrust my immature loins at her beautiful
face, striving in vain to force the issue. Again the demoness backed
off!

This time however, she smiled a devilish smile and said, softly, "I
think you are ready now, liebchen."

Once again she buried her face in my hairless little honeypot.
Suddenly, I felt that long, luxurious tongue probe deeper and deeper
inside me. Simultaneously, a slender finger plunged into my now
experienced butt.

I shrieked at the double penetration, and slammed my hips upward.
Greta's front teeth ground against my sensitive bud, and her tongue
went wild inside me, it's rough surface caressing my little G-spot as
it's tip flicked across my cervix. BAM! I went rigid and exploded like
an atom bomb! I quivered and shook and flew through space, brushing
aside stars and galaxies like wisps of smoke, until there was nothing
but black...

I returned slowly to the dungeon with Greta's lips softly caressing
mine. I remember thinking: 'So that's what I taste like!' as my little
pink tongue lapped at the sex juices coating her generous lips.

"Greta!" I exclaimed, tiredly, "You almost killed me, you evil,
wonderful woman!"

My companion and now, lover, smiled tenderly as she released me from
my bonds.

(Reading this, I began to wonder at the double standard I apparently
had with regard to Michael and Greta. How could I allow Greta to love
me and not Michael?  I hadn't rationalized it, at the time, but I
think it was this: Greta and I were both slaves. I could love her
freely, knowing she could never compete with Father for my full
affections. Michael, while an employee of Father's, was not a slave.
To have loved him would have been to betray my Master - something I
could never have done!)

Taking my place, Greta asked, "So! You are feeling like returning the
favor, jah?"

"With pleasure!" I exclaimed, "But I'm afraid my tongue is not up to
the task!"

She smiled and took my tiny brown hand in her pale, delicate ones and
said, "It is not your tongue I want, liebchen! Since you came here, I
have had a fantasy about being fucked with your little fist. It would
be so like a man, but so different!"

She gazed longingly into my face and asked, "Will you do that for me,
my little brown lover? Will you push this tiny hand as far into me as
it will go, make a fist, and beat the shit out of my pussy with it?"

At first, my eyes went wide with wonder at what she was asking. This
was totally new to me, but then I realized that my hand and arm,
though longer, were probably not as big around as our Master's cock.

A smile spread over my face as I realized what she was asking, and I
nodded eagerly.

"Do you want to be bound, lovely Greta?" I asked, caressing her soft
breast, loving it's luxurious feel and the contrast of my darker skin
against her pallid satin.

"Oh, YES, little one!" her breath was coming faster in anticipation of
what was to come, and I have to admit, mine was too.

I was, by now, familiar with the operation of the dungeon fixtures,
and in short order I had my lovely victim secured with her feet tied
above her head to the same anchors as her hands, leaving her dripping
pussy and quivering anus wide open and vulnerable.

I fingered the blonde-haired pussy idly as I nipped and teased at the
insides and backs of Greta's straining thighs, working two, then three
fingers into the wet, eager gash.

As I added my pinky and plunged in all the way to the base of my
thumb, the beautiful german girl thrust her hips upward to meet me,
gasping "Ahhh! Yes, yes! More, dear May! More please!"

I tucked my thumb into the crease made by my palm as the tightness of
her tube rolled my hand into a sort of half-cylinder. Without too much
effort, the widest part of my hand forced its way into the heated
swamp of Greta's clinging pussy, and I sank in almost to my elbow.

Greta's cry of delight was punctuated by her upthrust pelvis. Knowing
that she was right on the edge, I decided to push her over once so
that I could build her back up to an even better climax.

I spread my fingers inside her and drummed the mound of her cervix
like a bored person drums a tabletop.  My lips sucked in her clit-ring
and the fleshy bud to which it was attached, pulling slightly while my
tongue flicked rapidly against the tender morsel.

The beautiful blonde cried out and spasmed around my arm, adding
voluminously to the fluids already squishing around my hand.

"Oh, no!" she cried, "Too soon! Too soon!"

"Don't worry, dear Greta," I soothed, "that was just the appetizer!
Are you ready for the main course?"

Without waiting for the answer I knew was coming, I balled my hand
into a fist and pulled out until it lodged against the inside of her
opening, locking me in like the dog's knots when they tie with me.

With all the force in my tiny frame, I drove that hard little cudgel
as deep into Greta's body as I could, burying my elbow and a few
inches of my upper arm as well. Three, four, five times I pounded full
length strokes into her, each going a little deeper.

Then, taking her clit-ring between my teeth, I started in to do just
as she requested.  With short, sharp thrusts, I did my best to 'beat
the shit' out of her cervix. I also resolved to do to her what she had
done to me. Each time her climax approached, I stopped, releasing the
ring from my teeth.

For more than half an hour I pushed her upward only to drag her back.
For a goodly part of that time, I had been staring at her winking,
spasming rectal opening, now slick with the juices running out of her
pussy.

My arm was starting to tire, and Greta's cries were getting to me, so,
making a pointed spear out of my other hand, I plunged it deep into
the wrinkled pink ring of her anus in one long, slow stroke, burying
that hand to the depth of the other.

The poor maid screeched and cried, and when I took her clit ring
between my teeth and shook my head, while pounding her insides with
both of my hard little fists, she went berserk!  Her shrieks and moans
threatened to tear through the very foundations of the house above us.
Her pelvis trashed to and fro, almost tearing my arms from their
sockets, then she went rigid - both holes clamping down so hard they
cut off the blood flow to my hands!

I never heard anyone cum so loudly! She wailed like a banshee and
vibrated like a kettle drum before finally collapsing in exhaustion.

I knelt before her, arms trapped deep within the exhausted blonde's
body, my cheek resting on her still twitching pussy until we had both
regained some semblance of composure. Slowly, trying to be gentle, I
withdrew my hand from the young german girl's pussy, creating a series
of aftershocks as first my elbow, then my knuckles, dragged across her
hypersensitive G-spot.

Getting my hand out of her butt was harder. Each movement caused it to
clamp down on my arm, and I had to wait for Greta to relax again
before resuming my withdrawal.

"Liebchen, liebchen!" Greta cooed, over and over as I went about
releasing her from the bench. When she was free, she took me in her
arms.

"You were, how can I say?..." she whispered as she held me,
"Fantastic! Wonderful! Everything I dreamed and more!"

I laid my head on her shoulder and said, "I'm so glad, dear Greta! You
have been my best friend since I came here, and I wanted so much to
please you!"

"Ach! Please me?" she cried, "Please me? Oh you did SO much more than
please me, little one! If there is ever anything I can do for you, you
have only to ask!"

I sat up straight and looked at her, "Do you really mean it, Greta?"

"Of course I do, dear May!" she smiled.

"Well, there is one thing... but no, it's too much to ask of such a
good friend!"

"If you can't ask it of a good friend," she replied, "then who can you
ask?"

I thought about what she said and finally relented.

"You must tell me 'no' if it's too much, Ok?" I demanded, looking her
in the eye.

At her nod, I continued, "You know Ian - the guy that makes all the
harnesses and leather stuff for Father?"

She nodded again.

"Well," I continued, "I asked him to make a special harness for me. I
even offered to pay for it by spending the night with him, but he said
no. He said 'No, little May, you cannot pay me what I want, you are
too small. However, if Greta will agree to spend a night with me, in
the stables, then I will gladly make what you want.'"

"I told him that neither of us could agree to that without Father's
permission," I looked at Greta for some sign of reaction, "but that I
would approach you and see if you are willing, and if so, I would ask
Father."

Greta took my hand in both of hers and said, sincerely, "I do not find
Ian unattractive, and I wasn't lying when I told you I would do
anything for you, so if Master agrees, I will do it."

I waited until Father was distracted (I was riding up and down his big
dick, while Greta's tongue plunged deep in my little butt!) to ask
him.  Perhaps my ploy worked, but I suspect Father never gets so
distracted as to agree to something he normally wouldn't.

"Hmmm," he said, picking me up like a doll and dropping me back on his
rampant shaft, "I know Ian's particular preferences, and I think I'd
like to be there to watch. If he will agree to that, then I have no
objection."

Ian agreed, and a time was set, a week later for Greta to be his for
the night. As soon as the bargain was sealed, Ian pulled a box out
from under his workbench and withdrew a leather contraption from it.

Grinning at the surprise on my face and Greta's he said "I've wanted
to see this thing in action since you mentioned it to me.  I was going
to give it to you whether I got Greta or not, so this makes it even
better!"

He showed both of us how it worked, and I couldn't wait to try it out.

With Greta and Ian's help, and the encouragement of a growing crowd of
stable hands, I spread the harness atop a bale of hay, and lay face
down on it, completely naked. Ian fussed and muttered, fitting things
to my body.  When he was satisfied, Greta spoke to one of the stable
hands who soon returned with one of the largest Labs in Father's
kennel.

This one was named Midnight and he and I were old friends.  Without
further encouragement, Midnight mounted me, and to the cheers of the
still growing crowd, soon sank his large, pointed cock into my little
pussy.

I was lost in the sensation and didn't even notice Ian and Greta
fastening straps and making final adjustments.  I exploded when
Midnight came inside me and his gigantic knot swelled up in my tiny
belly making me look about six months pregnant, and was only half
conscious when Ian pressed a strap into each hand. Instinctively, I
grabbed them and held on.

As was his habit, Midnight made to turn around so he could rest
comfortably on all fours while waiting for his knot to subside.  This
time, however, thanks to Ian's clever harness, my diminutive body
turned with him, and the surprised dog stood there with his erstwhile
bitch suspended from his belly, still locked to his bulging dick!

Someone in the crowd called him, and Midnight obediently trotted over
to one of the stablehands. Craning my neck, I wasn't very surprised to
see Manuel's grinning countenance looking down at me.

"Hi, Manuel!" I greeted him from beneath the dog's furry throat.

"I see you find another way to ride, Little Princess!" he laughed,
"does this mean you will not need Feather anymore?"

"No," I joined in his laughter, "I just got bored waiting for these
dogs to come loose, and thought that at least they could get on about
their business while we waited. Don't worry, I'll still be riding
Feather!"

"Come, liebchen!" Greta sounded more than a little aroused, "I think
Master will want to see this!"

She took Midnight's leash and he trotted beside her all the way to the
main house. The whole way, his red, pointy dick and knot jostled and
jiggled inside me, giving me what seemed like hundreds of tiny
orgasms!

At one point, Midnight stopped and started hunching his hips again,
fucking me with his knot inflated! Oh man, I saw stars! Greta didn't
let him finish, but kept walking. Midnight, intent on what he was
doing, followed with an awkward gait - humping into me as he walked!

We reached Father's study and Greta knocked. We had to wait a few
minutes and Midnight made good use of the time - fucking me against
the harness.  I was not idle in this endeavor, either.  Ian had
fastened my ankles into loops that held them just above the base of
the dog's tail, and I soon found that by bending my legs further and
pulling on the hand-straps, I could help him fuck me!

Soon, the door opened, and a quick glance upward showed Michael's
shocked countenance.

"Well, don't just stand there, Michael!" Father demanded, "Bring them
in and let's see what was so important!"

With Michael in the lead we marched to the front of Father's desk.

"Well, Greta," Father said irritably, "what's so important that you
have to interrupt my work?"

Apparently he couldn't see the dog and me over the edge of his desk,
so Greta said, meekly, "Please forgive the intrusion, Master, but I
thought you would want to see this."

She held up the leash, but Father stayed seated.

"I've seen my dogs before, Greta!" he started, but Greta brashly cut
him off.

"Not the dog, Master!" she said softly, "your daughter..."

Father, his curiosity finally getting the better of him, stood and
looked over the desk.

"Hello, Father!" I chirped from under Midnight's neck. Midnight
ignored everyone and continued humping me.

The anger melted from Father's face and huge guffaw erupted. "So THIS
is the bargain you made with Ian! Marvelous! You are such a treasure
May! I think, though, that I may have to limit your use of this
invention, or you'll spend all your waking hours being carried around
by the dogs!"

"Not to mention having a sore pussy!" I rejoined, "I thought he'd just
shrink and I could get off, but he seems to like having a live in
bitch who stays with him wherever he goes!"

Midnight didn't release me until he had cum three times, so I followed
Father's advice and only used the harness occasionally.

A week later, Father and I walked Greta down to the stable to fulfill
her pledge to Ian.

He undressed her almost worshipfully, then led her into a stall where
a leather contraption that looked suspiciously like a larger version
of my dog harness was arranged over a low table.

Greta must have noticed the similarity, as well, because she trembled
as he laid her on her back on top of the leather.

Thinking I now knew what was coming, I looked at Father and pleaded,
"Let me at least help her get ready, please Father?"

He looked a little surprised, but said, "Of course, May! By all means,
we don't want her to get hurt!"

I kissed my friend on the mouth and whispered, "You're going to LOVE
this!"

I worked two, three, four, then finally, all of my fingers into her. 
Making as big a fist as I could, I plunged deep, then pulled back.
Unlike last time, though, I didn't stop as my tightly clenched fist
reached the constriction at the mouth of her pussy, but tugged and
stretched until it finally pulled out.

Greta moaned and cried and her pussy leaked rivers. When I pushed the
clenched fist back in, her tunnel swallowed it without too much
effort.

Looking over my shoulder at Ian, I asked "Feather?" 

"I was going to ask your permission, Little Princess." he replied.

"Oh, I insist!" I said, pulling my fist once more from my friend's
pussy.

Ian left to get the pony, and by the time he returned, my fist was
slipping effortlessly in and out of Greta's weeping gash.

I had several reasons for wanting him to use Feather for this. First,
though he was pretty well hung compared to the guys I knew, Feather
was a lightweight next to the other stallions in Father's stable. I
figured Greta could take him without too much trouble.

Another reason, though, had to do with the tingle I got between my
legs when I thought of my horse fucking my best friend! I just
couldn't wait to see that!

Ian walked Feather next to the table, then sidestepped him so that he
stood over Greta's supine body.  Moving quickly around the horse, but
always keeping a hand on him so that Feather would know where he was,
Ian fastened and adjusted the straps of the harness until Greta was
suspended a couple of inches below Feather's barrel chest, feet
strapped to his shoulders and hands to straps looped around his rump. 
By pushing with her legs, Greta could move forward, and by pulling
with her hands, she could move back. Ingenious!

"Will you do the honors, Princess?" Ian asked softly.

I smiled, and placing a hand on Feather's shoulder, as Manuel had
taught me, slid down to kneel just in front of his hind legs. My
contact hand slowly slid down to his sheath, where it was joined by my
other hand.

The head, and a few inches of his enormous black cock already hung
limply from the sheath.

"Here, this will help." said Ian, rubbing something on Feather's
nostrils.

It must have smelled like a mare in heat, because Feather's dick
sprang to full erection in no time, slapping the bottom of Greta's
buttocks with at least a foot and a half of meat!

"Push with your legs, Greta!" I instructed.

The blonde was breathing fast and shallow, and I feared she would
panic, but she did as I said.

"It's Ok, dear friend!" I soothed, positioning the mushroom head of
Feather's club at her opening, "You can take it, but you have to relax
or it will hurt you. See? You can control the depth."

Well, that was true to some extent, but Feather did have SOME control
over it, as he proved by suddenly humping forward!

The enormous flared head and a couple of inches of his black shaft
squeezed through the blonde maid's opening. Greta screeched in
surprise, and probably some pain, but didn't seem to be in too much
distress.

"Are you ok, Greta?" Father asked, solicitously.

"Yes, Master," she panted, "only surprised a little!"

With that, her biceps bunched, and her pussy slid a few more inches
down the black shaft.

"Ach! Du lieber!" she cried (at least, I think that's what she cried,
I was never very good with German), "Mein Gott in Himmel!"

Greta pushed with her legs and slid back to the flared head. When she
pulled again, Feather humped, and between the two of them, they
managed to sink about half of his massive pole inside her.

Greta was cumming almost continuously now. I looked at the other two,
and Ian had his own pole in hand, stroking furiously. Father caught my
glance, and beckoned me to him.

Father bent me over a couple of stacked bales of hay and flipped up my
skirt as Feather plunged again, sinking a couple more inches into the
now willing blonde.

As Father plunged his big dick into my dripping pussy, I imagined it
was me in that harness beneath Feather, that somehow it was rigged so
I could guide the horse with the reins while galloping across the
fields, that massive black sausage bouncing and stirring my guts with
each stride!

Greta and Feather were now working together to get as much of him
inside her as possible, and there were only a few inches remaining
outside. Feather whinnied and rose up on his hind feet, pawing at the
air of the stall with his front hooves. With a cry, Greta slid another
inch or so down his shaft.

At first, I thought it was just her weight pulling her down, but her
bulging biceps told the whole truth. The german girl's hips were
oscillating around that enormous shaft and her belly bulged from its
head down to her pubic bone showing exactly how deeply it was buried.

When he was back on all fours, Feather started fucking in earnest, and
Greta worked with him, stroking at least a foot of thick black flesh
in and out of her tortured hole.

I was cumming constantly around Father's ravishing shaft, his
possession of me somehow mingling with the debauchery before my eyes
to make me super-horny and super-sensitive.

Suddenly, Greta wailed "Cumming! Mein Gott! So much! So hot!"

Her eyes rolled back and her hips pounded at the huge cudgel buried so
deeply within her, as she shrieked her climax.

A white fountain erupted from Ian's cock and Father flooded me at the
same time. I remember wondering if it was just the heat of the moment
or were all the males in that stable psychically connected somehow.
It's strange that I would think of something like that in the midst of
my own orgasm, and even stranger that I would remember it so vividly,
but checking my diary, I wrote the same observation at the time.

Father probably would never have pushed Greta to mate with the horses,
but having seen her do it, and with her proclamation that she loved
it, they became a regular part of her love life, just as the dogs had
become a regular part of mine.

I watched when I could, but I also liked to hear her tell me about it,
because she was so good at describing how she felt, both physically
and emotionally, with one of those huge beasts inside her.

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