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Subject: {ASSM} California by Rachael Ross (M+/F, Bestiality, Horse, Cowboys, Poker, Caution, See Note)
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California

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: M+/F, Bestiality, Horse, Cowboys, Poker, Caution, See
Note

California
by rache

Note: There is horse sex in this story. But I won't say who or how or
anything, because I'm a little drunk posting this, which always a bad
idea. -rr


It took a little while, but they got used to it. The cowboys, I mean,
cause they could be as closed minded as anyone else and working cattle
with a little Texican girl like me ha rubbed them a little wrong at
first. But Parker knew me, the old man, and when I'd come round
looking for work he hadn't tried to put me in the kitchen.

My daddy had worked his ranch the last few years, so maybe Parker had
figured he owed him something. I hadn't banked any of that though, and
to tell the truth, I don't think Parker had either. He knew I could
carry my own weight and then some and after a few days he was sure of
it.

The boys took a bit longer was all.

My dad was a Texan, his family going back to a long time before Sam
Houston ever got there. My momma was from Juarez, the other side of
the border, and I'd seen a picture of her, but that was all. I'd grown
up with my dad, moving from ranch to ranch, getting some school where
I could, but mostly learning how to throw rope, mend fence, and read
minds. Horses, steers, and cowboys...I knew what they were thinking,
even if they didn't.

I got my three R's from living in the bunk houses and handy homes, as
they were called sometimes. Reading and writing from old newspapers
and Zane Grey paperbacks, and math from playing poker with the boys.
I'd been raped twice, but that second time was more my fault than his,
and I'd learned. It hadn't killed me and the only thing I'd lost was a
bit of blood and I'd got that back a few years later. An eye for an
eye, like the good book says.

So I was California Oquias, or just Cali for short, all of five foot
nothing and light, too light maybe, but wiry strong too. Hard work
will do that to a person. Small hard breasts, narrow hips and a big
round Mexican ass that got a little more attention than it probably
deserved, that was me. Brown skin like Rio Grande mud, bright brown
eyes and thick black hair. I had a pretty face, round with high cheeks
and a little nose, good smile too, the boys liked to see me smile.

I was smiling right then, sitting at the table after a long day's work
and a good supper. I was looking at a full house in a friendly stakes
game of Luisiana Hold 'Em and there was about two hundred in the pot.

"Twenty?" I looked around at the four guys I was sitting with. They
were all young, in their twenties, like me. The older hands didn't
play cards with me anymore.

Bucky nodded too quick and I knew he was sitting on something, flush
probably. I'd just asked to see who was excited and who wasn't.

"I'll put up...uhhh..." I sighed, reaching down to my hip. I'd busted
myself on a mare that morning, bitch of horse, but she was ridden now.
"...The Virgin Mary for your twenty and thirty more."

I stabbed my Bowie knife into the table so it stood straight up,
quivering just a little. It had a bone handle, carved with the
Virgin's likeness, or so I was told. It could've been the face of a
Tijuana whore for all I knew. It was a good knife though, worth 50
bucks easy and they knew it.

"She's bluffing." Tex grinned at me and somewhere behind us one of the
old guys clucked his tongue.

"I'm out." Slim, the bull faced kid on my left tossed his cards.

"Me too." Earl shook his head, folding his cards neatly and shoving
them away.

Bucky was in though, like he had to be and I just kept smiling.

"Thirty to me?" He nodded, chewing on a long splinter of wood that
he'd used for a toothpick. "Payday stakes?"

"What?" I laughed at him and the other guys chuckled too. "Long time
til payday, Buck. Too long."

A few days before payday and I'd have let him draw light, taking a
marker. He'd be good for it anyway, but it was the rules, ten days was
a long time to be writing checks and a fella could run out of payday
before he ran out of poker. Bucky had to pay up front, just like we
all did.

"Well, shit." Bucky rubbed his jaw. He wasn't gonna try and borrow
money neither, that never went too far. "I'll put up the roan, for
collateral, how about that?"

"Collateral?" Tex grinned at him.

"I ain't no banker." I shook my head.

"Come on, we done it before, everybody has." Bucky looked me in the
face and that was the truth. What he was looking for was a promise
that I'd sell the horse back to him later for however much it was
covering in the pot.

"Just sell the damn horse." Slim laughed. "Put it in the pot."

"How much for the roan?" I asked.

"Mmm...Six hundred?" Bucky looked around. "He's worth that much anyway."
He fixed his blue eyes on me. "You wanna let me put him in the game?"

There was a fifty dollar limit on bets and raises, which was probably
over most of our heads anyway. The next night we'd be playing for
twenty, probably. Bucky was looking to see if I'd agree to change the
rules, for that one hand, and let him bump the pot 570 dollars at one
go. That was pretty heavy for a bunch of cow pokes in a friendly game
and if he lost, Bucky wasn't gonna get his horse back.

"I don't know what I got to cover that." I told him, feeling no shame
in admitting it. Weren't none of us rich.

"You got something." Bucky grinned at me and there were some chuckles
at that, but they died quick.

"You might want to be cautious, Buck." I stared at him.

"Six hundred..." He sucked his cheek. "Be my bunk girl til payday, that
might cover it."

It got kinda quiet then, the dozen ranch hands watching us now and I
knew they were interested, not just to see if I'd pick up my knife and
use it on Bucky's balls, but to see if I'd say yes. I hadn't fucked
any one of those guys and I didn't mean to, cause once that happened...
Shit, anything could happen. It wouldn't make the boss to happy
neither, cause boys were boys and they got jealous quick.

"I'd rather fuck that horse of yours, Bucky." I laughed at him and he
turned a bit red. The other guys chuckled and everybody moved a
little, just letting the tension go.

"Well, let's do that then." Bucky stared at me, feeling a bit angry,
but that was cause he was just a kid and didn't know any better.

"Do what?" I looked at him.

"I'll put in my roan, you fuck him if you lose." He sat back in his
chair, balancing on the rear legs and rocking.

"Shut up." I snorted. "I ain't even said you could put your horse in."

He was just messing with me now, trying to get back at me for knocking
his dick in the dirt. I'd been told to fuck a horse before during
poker games, but this was original, trying to make a real bet out of
it. He couldn't even cover the thirty I'd raised him, unless I did him
a favor, and he was pulling this crap?

A little voice told me he might be sitting on more than a flush, but I
was a little too feisty for my own good sometimes, a fact my daddy had
pointed out on more than one occasion. But like all good daughters, I
didn't pay him enough mind to learn my lesson while I was still young.

"You want to lose your pony?" I laughed. "Fine."

"Fine?" Bucky stared at me. "You mean...you'll do it?"

"If I lose, I'll do it." I nodded. "But I ain't gonna lose, Bucky.
I'll be riding your horse, not the other way around."

"You'll fuck my horse?" He was looking around and the room was busy
with talk, I'll tell you that much.

Either way it happened this was gonna be a story now, and I regretted
it immediately. Just by saying yes I'd started building a reputation,
I could see that. It wasn't gonna matter if I fucked that horse or
not, I was willing to make the bet, and that was all the punch line a
good story needed. If I lost, well, that would really be something,
wouldn't it? But I wasn't gonna lose, not with my full house, that was
just too...

"I hope you love horses, cowgirl, cause I got four sevens that say my
roan's gonna love you!" Bucky laid them out slowly, the cards flicking
off his thumb.

"Shit." I stared at them sevens layin' there, and even laughed, just
cause it was a good trick.

A little too good maybe, and while they boys were laughing and getting
all excited about maybe seeing the tough little cowgirl take some big
horse cock, I grabbed my knife out of the table. I lunged across it,
quick as a coyote on a hare, and put the edge on Bucky's throat. I
grabbed his shirt with my other hand, sprawled out over the cards and
money, and held him tight.

"Check him, Tex." I said, a little breathless.

"Goddamn, Cali...put the knife down...Shit...Calm down..." They were all
talking at once, but Bucky was being quiet and there was a thin red
line on his throat now.

"Uh..." Tex moved slow, he knew what I was asking for and if I was wrong
there'd be hell to pay, but there wasn't no way in hell little Bucky
had pulled four sevens out of the deck.

"Shoot..." Tex pulled a six of diamonds and then a three of spades out
of Bucky's shirt, down low by his belt. He'd palmed a pair of sevens
during one of his deals, stashed 'em away for a rainy day, and all
he'd done was swap 'em out when he had a couple more to go with them.

I let him go then, pulling the knife back and pushing myself away from
him, across the table til my feet touched the floor.

"Got us a little cheat, boys." Tex held up the cards he'd found and
Bucky looked around nervously.

"You stupid some bitch." Slim shook his head.

"Get a rope." Old Frank Carlisle said.

Frank was in his fifties and one of the foremen. He didn't stay in the
bunk house, but somebody had gone running for him quick once my knife
was out of the wood. He was old school and tough as a mule's ass come
sundown.

"Now hold on..." Buckly licked his lips, looking around. "I was just
foolin' around is all...I didn't..."

"Shut-up, Bucky, for you get yourself hurt." Slim told him, cuffing
the boy upside the head.

"What do you want to do with him, Cali?" Frank was looking at me,
since I was the injured party. They were all looking at me.

Now there's a lot of ways for dealing with a card cheat, and none of
them are too good, cause it ain't nothing but thievery, plain and
simple. Back a hundred years ago they'd shoot a fella for doing that.
Nowadays it's just a good ass kicking generally, and the guy gets run
off with a lot of talk right behind him. Bucky wasn't gonna be too
welcome around these parts.

But I wasn't much for kicking a guy's ass, not that I couldn't do it.
On a good day I could take any one of those men, at least enough so
they'd know they'd been in a fight. Bucky wouldn't be fighting back
anyway, because he hadn't just been stealing from me, he'd been
stealing from all of us. Those boys woulda held him down and kept him
down and left him later to crawl out the door.

Like I say though, I ain't all that much on beating a man down, even a
cheat like Bucky. He'd lost his money, and his reputation, and even
his horse, that stud roan of his out in the corral.

"I reckon that roan of mine wouldn't mind a little lovin'" I grinned
at Bucky. "You're kinda scrawny for a mare, but that was the bet, eh?"

"W-What?" Bucky's eyes got big.

"Goddamn, Buck...That's gonna hurt!" Tex chuckled.

"You can't...No way, come on Cali..." Bucky swallowed hard. "Look boys,
I'm sorry, okay? I'm real sorry, I was dumb and...and foolish...but..."

There was a lot of talk as we ignored Bucky, most of the fellas
agreeing that fair was fair and Bucky had made his own bed. He'd have
made me pay up, we all knew that, so getting fucked by that roan of
his made for a lot of justice.

Of course Bucky didn't see it that way and he put up a pretty fight
for being such a skinny kid.

"Goddamn, Bucky!" I drew my head back. "You ever wash your ass?"

The guys laughed. We had Bucky tied over the water trough inside the
yard, a small section of the corral where we'd work wild horses around
a center post. It was empty unless we were using it and we'd lit it up
with some kerosene lanterns.

"Shit! Let me go! I told ya I was sorry...Come on...This ain't funny!"
Bucky was yanking at the ropes, trying to kick and pull his hands
free, but he wasn't going anyplace.

I'd undone his belt and pulled his dungarees down, exposing his lily
white ass to cold Texas night. One of the boys, a guy named Berto, who
was half Mexican, was bringing the roan around. He wasn't a bad horse,
just a three year old mesteno, a mustang, and full of grit. They loved
to fight and fuck at that age, testing themselves and their fellows.

"Maybe you oughta get him slippery with something." Slim suggested.
"Don't wanna hurt the horse."

"You gonna lube him up?" I laughed at Slim and he shook his head.

"This boys got a temper!" Berto was holding the bridle, just the
headstall and reins, he hadn't bothered with a bit.

"He smells pussy!" Frank laughed, sitting on the fence near Bucky.

Frank was kidding either, there were a couple mares in season, split
off from the herd and locked in the tables. The other horses could
smell them though and it made all of the young studs agitated.

"You think that's gonna fit?" Tex rubbed his jaw. "That's a pretty big
dick for such a little horse."

"What?" Bucky was trying to lift his head, or at least peer around the
trough so he could see what we were all looking at.

"It's a big dick, Bucky." Frank nodded seriously. "I feel sorry for
ya, son."

"Come here, get him close..." I was telling Berto. "He smells something,
huh!"

That horse's cock was pretty big, considering the roan wasn't much
bigger than a good sized pony. He had a small bloodline, and it was
like that sometimes, but mustangs weren't big anyway as a general
rule, unless you went out of your way to get a bit more Arab blood in
them. That's what Parker was doing with the mares, breeding them with
an Arab stallion he kept just for that purpose.

"Oh shit no...What are you doing...Fuck! I'm sorry!..." Bucky was yelling
and we were laughing at him.

He could smell the horse, hear his stamping feet and snorting breath.
Bucky knew that horse was right behind him and we were all talking
about how big that horse cock was and wondering how on earth Bucky's
tight little ass was ever gonna survive.

"Well, Bucky...Don't move, he's ready now..." I told him and he was
shaking, just quivering like a little girl and about to cry, we all
figured.

Tex grinned and started pressing the barrel an old baseball bat
between Bucky's pale cheeks while I was right there, kneeling on the
dirt and rubbing the young man's back.

"Damn, that thing looks hard...Better relax Bucky!" I warned him and Tex
pushed a little harder.

"No nononono! Oh fuck please God no!" Bucky was screaming all of a
sudden, jerking hard as he felt that hard blunt object against his
ass, and he started pissing himself, soaking his trousers pulled down
around his knees.

"Shit." I spit on the ground. "That's enough."

Everybody was laughing at him and he was crying. I almost felt sorry
for him then. Tex backed off, frowning at the end of that bat, but it
hadn't gone no further than to push against Bucky's asshole a little.
We weren't ever gonna hurt the guy, not like that.

I pulled out my knife and cut him loose and he was running, on his way
for good now, hitching up his wet pants as he went. It was funny, but
it still left a bitter taste in our mouths and none of us felt really
good about having to do it like that, but Bucky had brought it on
himself anyway.

"I'll take him, Berto. Thanks." It was my horse now and I hadn't
thought of a name yet. Bucky came to mind, but I'd just as soon forget
that man, and anyway, I'd just sell the roan probably. I already had
two horses, I didn't need three.

I walked the horse towards the shed, which was really just a small
barn where we kept our personal horses. It was a good deal, Parker
letting us use it, and we appreciated it. I smiled a little, thinking
how none of us would mention Bucky for the next few days, maybe a
week, but then somebody would say something and it would be funny as
hell and all okay because he'd be long gone.

"In here, buddy, there you go..." I put the roan in a stall, tying him
off and then looking him over. He was a good horse, not a great one,
but healthy and strong for his size.

I got down to check his iron and they were good. Bucky hadn't
neglected the animal at all and I shook my head at how dumb the guy
had been to wager the horse like that, even if he was cheating. And
then I looked at that horse cock, cause I was interested.

There wasn't anyone else out there, and no one would be coming, they'd
all be bunking down for the night. It was just me and the roan and I
reached under his belly and found his penis, short and fat and wrinkly
brown. I played with it, feeling the soft muscles inside all spongy
and warm.

"Good boy...Nice boy..." I murmured, getting closer so I could smell him,
that heavy odor of horse piss and musk. I played with his balls and
kissed his cock, working my mouth around it, playing with his big piss
hole nestled inside the folds of flesh.

He was growing, that roan, he could smell the mares in the cool night
air. He could feel my hands and mouth and tongue. It wasn't what he
was used to, but he didn't mind. His cock was growing, the muscles
filling with blood, growing fat and swelling. It was a nice cock, nice
and big and I licked and kissed and stroked that lengthening shaft
with both hands, coaxing him to full size.

The roan stamped impatiently, maybe wondering where his mare was, and
he whinnied, calling for them, telling them he was ready. The big
flanged head of his cock was round and only slightly darker than the
rest of him, and I squeezed it into my mouth, sucking the soft
resilient tip hard while I kneaded the long cock under my fingers. He
was at least two feet long, probably more, but I wasn't taking the
time to measure him neither.

I tasted him, that distinct and thin acidic flavor of his stale piss
and then the wetness of his precum, flowing like a faucet so that I
had to swallow fast and still it was running down my chin and neck,
soaking into my t-shirt. It would wash out though. I sucked him like
that for maybe five minutes, using my mouth on the shaft occasionally,
but mostly playing with the odd shaped head. I loved the way it filled
my mouth and I tongued it all over, washing the horse with his own
juices. It was good, but this was just a howdy-do suck job to
introduce myself...I wanted more than that.

I got naked, undressing fast as the horse started losing interest.
Once the good feelings stopped his cock started getting soft, but that
was how they worked and once I had my clothes hanging over the rail it
was easy getting the roan hard again.

His cockhead felt good on my body, I rubbed him over my smallish
breasts, playing his dripping piss hole over my nipples especially.
They were long and hard and dark brown, all puffy and hot. I rubbed my
little cunt while I did that too, getting myself ready for what I
needed. It was going to be a tight fit, it always was, but that was
part of the fun. I fingered my pussy hard while I dragged the roan's
ruddy cock over my tits and face, giving him some more sucking cause
he seemed to like that a lot.

Some horses could care less about getting their dicks sucked, other
horses liked it a lot. The roan was one of the latter I thought,
because as soon as he felt the wet warm confines of my mouth around
the head of his cock he gave a little kick, and jerked so I had to
shuffle my feet in the sawdust and straw chasing him, keeping my mouth
on him.

He was a good horse though, for being a youngster like he was, and
just his first time with a woman. He was gonna be a good boy, a nice
fuck and I rubbed his long cock over my belly and down, playing with
it across my sex. I was already wet, very wet and I had been ever
since we'd started playing. This part was just more fun foreplay,
standing close to him, rubbing my hard burning nipples against his
short fur while I rode the shaft of his cock between my thighs.

"Here we go now...Here we go..." I spoke to him gently, keeping the animal
calm.

I moved slowly, deliberately, giving the roan no surprises. He just
had to get used to this, that's all, just had to do it once and feel
good and then we'd be doing it a lot. I'd had one horse, when I was
younger, a big Percheron work horse, and he was too skittish, too
excitable and we'd never gotten to do it properly. But this roan, he
was being good, a natural maybe, and he didn't protests when I turned
myself for him, backing my smooth round ass close and pulling his
cockhead to my exposed cunt.

I felt blindly for the most part, reaching down between my spread legs
with my right hand, and holding the horse's cock with the other. I had
to push the head inside me, really squeezing it so I could work him
inside my hole. His cock wasn't totally rigid, of course, so it would
bend and try and frustrate me, but I was patient and the roan was
doing good, standing his ground.

"Ohhh...ummm-hmmm..." I gave a little groan, feeling his cock enter me
finally, stretching my soft walls, but not too bad.

It was a good fit, the big round head expanding a bit after squeezing
between my pussy lips. I sighed happily, getting him an inch and then
two inches deep and then I was pushing myself back, keeping my hand
down there, close to my cunt, keeping the horse inside me while I
stroked him with the other.

If the roan knew my mouth felt good, he really loved my tight hot
pussy. He whinnied loud, shaking his head and took a half step towards
me, moving his big body to the side and forward. About three inches of
thick and now very hard horse cock pushed into my pussy and I was full
then. It knocked some of the air out of me and I felt a bit of
discomfort, but I always expected that.

I was fucking him now, moving my ass back and forth a little, rolling
my hips slightly. Nothing too wild, not riding him all crazy or
nothing, just working my cunt around that cock inside me and I could
get him to cum like that. He'd cum for me, all I had to do was let him
feel my pussy walls clasping the head and five good inches of his
cock. I just kept stroking him, pulling his supple skin over the hard
taut muscles underneath.

It was so good like that, so much better than fucking a man. Not the
hard in and out bullshit, this was just in, all the way, all the time.
I wasn't too big down there, not very deep at all, and that horse's
cock was almost bottomed out, but mostly because he was stretching me
side to side really nice too. I fucked him good like that and kept a
tight grip on that cock too, because now and then the roan wanted to
move, he couldn't help himself. He smelled those mares in season and
felt my pussy milking him hard and he wanted to go deep, so he'd move
the way he had to.

But I'd done this a lot, a whole lot, and I was cumming quickly. The
horse's juices were already running out of me, and now my own joined
it. My thighs were wet and glistening, my fingers covered with wetness
as I held that part of his cock shaft emerging from my hole. He was
going to cum too, it wouldn't be long. His cock was hard now, like a
steel rod and they only got like that when...

I gasped and shut my eyes as I felt it. His hot sperm suddenly
flooding out of his penis, filling my cunt completely and probably
more. I didn't imagine my pussy alone could hold it all, some of it
was being pressed through the neck of my cervix, into my womb itself,
some of the rest was running out of me in long thick wet strings,
dripping and  falling to the floor between my feet.

The roan was shaking, his tail swatting his flanks and his head
bobbing as he voiced his release. Other horses heard his whinny and
answered, and he stamped his feet, his cock throbbing beneath my
fingers. And I was having my second orgasm, basking in that hot inner
warmth of my insides being bathed in horse cum. It left me breathless
and a little dazed, my head swimming happily and I couldn't stop
smiling, whispering praise for the animal even as I pulled his cock
slowly out of me.

The Horse's creamy sperm spilled from my gaping pussy like I'd just
turned over a bucket, mixed with my own juices, to spatter on the
floor of the stall. I rubbed my pussy, feeling it so wet and stretched
that I could work four fingers inside easily as I bent my lips to
clean the roan's penis. I licked and kissed and sucked very bit of our
delicious union from his skin. It was a good reward for the animal and
now he'd know what to expect from me after the lights were off and the
men sound asleep.

It almost seemed ironic that Bucky would never know just how eagerly
I'd have paid my bet...If he hadn't cheated.

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