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Horsie Dreams
By: Tiffany
Exchanging roles with my sixteen-year-old daughter began as a lark, an
amusement, a dare, actually. That silly lark rapidly turned bizarre. My
two sons - John, fourteen, and Jerry, twelve - were quite amused by the role
reversal, but they were greatly amused by their big sister's unexpected turn
to the sexual.
Their best friends and next door neighbors - Jeff, 15; Peter, 11 - had
always lived more at my house than their own, but after the role reversal
they moved in, took up residence, and received their mail. Their parents
didn't give a shit. If I didn't bitch about it, and I couldn't as Cora was
the mother, I was more than welcome to feed and raise the little fuckers;
after all, I was the rich widow bitch that didn't have to work.
The insurance money didn't make me rich or make me a bitch, but I did live
comfortably in a cheap neighborhood. I was a widow, and there were numerous
rumors about my habit of copulating with dogs. I'd wear the label but not
the expensive black collar with the gold bitch tag. I kept that in my
keepsake box under lock and key.
I'm not sure what I expected from Cora, but I can't exactly say that I was
surprised by the gradual but steady nasty turn, or that each success brought
about more outrageous demands from her. When she demanded my key, I gave it
to her. When she fastened the collar around my neck, I wore it. When she
ordered me to strip naked and lie over her lap for a spanking in front of
the boys, I stripped, laid, and was spanked excessively for something so
minor that had I been the mom, I probably would have picked up the offending
towel and never mentioned it.
I should have stopped her when I could see where not stopping was leading,
but I didn't. I was determined to live up to our agreement to the best of
my ability. I granted her one month with no limitations other than I
continued to hold and control the family purse. I then sealed my fate by
swearing to god that our roles would not reverse again until her full thirty
days was up.
Give Cora an inch, she'll take the yard stick and smack you with it, but I
knew that. A part of me counted on that fact, and that part liked what she
was doing to me. Day one had been a shock that ended with a degrading
collar and a humiliating spanking. Day two took up where day one left off,
only at the start of day two, Cora held a video camera she had borrowed from
the neighbors after agreeing to give them a copy of any tape she took. Jeff
and Peter's parents were on hand to witness my spanking. Their mom was the
one who did the actual fastening of the collar. Their father fucked me in
the ass after the spanking, so I knew not to expect any sympathy from those
assholes.
Another part of my rational mind screamed for me to stop this madness, but
that scream died in my head, drowned out by the animalistic howl emanating
from my lower regions and echoing from within my animal brain, the brain
that was getting a huge thrill from this humiliating ordeal. I discovered
that my animal brain was a ham for the camera. I might also add that my
animal brain is void of common sense.
I knew I'd be ruined if I didn't speak up, but I simply couldn't. Since my
husband died, three years prior, I'd been lost with no controlling influence
in my life except for one brief flirtation with utter madness immediately
following my husband's death when sixteen years of repressed sexuality
combined with total sexual freedom burst onto the scene. I caught myself in
time, and I shudder to think of my life had I not. I felt totally
responsible for ruining Cora.
Hell, I was the one who dragged her thirteen-year-old ass out of bed and
threw her into an adult orgy. We fucked that poor child every way but loose.
I fucked her face while two men took her other cherries. Her screams made
bubbles in the fuck goo which saturated my cunt. That was one hell of an
orgy and just the beginning of a month-long molestation that was one long
sex party that included the animal kingdom.
When I said I went nuts, I mean NUTS. I completely lost my mind. I became
drunk on sex and my kids got high on the fumes. Fortunately, I did sober up
and swear off. I got her an abortion, but there was no way I could unscrew
her mind. I swore off for three years, but I ached for hard raunchy sex. I
knew I'd eventually cave and I knew I needed to pass control over to someone
else, anyone except me. I thought I had found the right man, but Cora stole
him from me. He controlled her, so giving her control gave him the controls
indirectly. The kids were getting another taste of my primal side. As it
turned out, they hadn't forgotten.
For almost three years, I had somehow managed to control myself. I did it
for my kids, mostly for Cora. They needed a mom in control, but not any
longer. Cora had been slowly and steadily undermining my authority and
asserting her independence, especially her sexual independence. The first
thing she did was get pregnant by my lover. Before long, she was bossing me
around. She had me waiting on her knocked-up ass while sleeping with my
man. The role reversal ploy was her final declaration of independence, and
deep inside, I knew the reversal would never be reversed again.
Cora was due her revenge, not for fucking up her life, but for trying to
unfuck it, for forcing her back to a place she couldn't go. When I realized
the futility, I gradually gave way, granting more and more freedom while
turning over more and more control.
I didn't like being at the controls, anyway. Someone had always controlled
me. Before my man it was my husband. It had been Mom and Dad before him.
Though my ex-man (now her man) was on the road and she was only sixteen and
six months pregnant, Cora was doing great. Game or no game, vulgar and
obscene though it had become, I ate up our role reversal like a starving
refugee.
Day two began with me naked in our living room. Cora said, "You sit here."
I sat in the large recliner that she indicated as she looked at me through
the view finder. She told me to hang my legs over the arm rests. This was
new - new to the boys. They'd seen me naked long before this game began,
but they hadn't seen a wide beaver. I was never modest, not even around
Jeff and Peter, and we had been next-door neighbors for over two years. For
a while, I was the nudist that bought the Douglas place. Giving boys cheap
thrills by seeing my naked body was my one vice I had to have.
We had the only pool, so it wasn't just Peter and Jeff and wasn't just boys.
Anyone who stopped by saw me naked. We had a privacy fence but the gate
remained open. The welcome mat was assumed. People had a right to come check
on their kids. They had the right to bring dogs with them. Roaming dogs took
the right upon themselves and we had a bunch of them. It was letting dogs
lick my peanut-butter-flavored pussy that gave me a bad reputation. No one
knew about the wad of peanut butter stuffed up my snatch. I was the nudist
with a bitch pussy that attracted male as well as female dogs. I'm sure most
were thinking, "My god, has that woman no shame at all!"
You'd think not and you'd think I didn't give a rat's ass what they thought,
and you'd be wrong on both counts. I had shame and I did care. I just didn't
have a lot of self control. I had some. I never let anyone see me get fucked
by a dog, and I never gave anyone a real beaver. People saw the nasty slit I
had between my legs, and dogs licked the nasty slit they saw, but when I
spread my legs wide, that nasty slit turns CUNT. With my wildly beating
heart in my throat, I displayed my nasty CUNT. The boys adjusted the light
stands to illuminate my vaginal spread as Cora focused on my yawning cunt
and my heart beat a rapid flutter.
She came out from behind the tripod-mounted camera and explained, "Okay, you're
going to get horny and start masturbating. Just pretend you're all alone
and do it the way you usually do. You masturbate, don't you? And don't try
to lie."
I told her I did. I think that admission surprised them. They were sure I'd
try to lie. Cora was prepared to put me through the third degree while
bringing up my past and a shitload of evidence she had to expose my lying
ass. Having had this opportunity stolen by a matter-of-fact admission, she
quickly changed gears and said, "How often do you do fuck yourself?"
I calmly said, "Just about every day."
"Every day!" Exclaimed Jerry.
John said, "Do you frig off or fuck yourself?"
"Both."
Cora had a mouth on her after announcing her pregnant condition several
months prior. Since that vulgar verbal fight which she won, it was fuck this
and fuck that. Recently, fuck or a form of fuck was every other word out of
her mouth. The "F" word was now commonplace with all the kids after Cora, as
the mom, granted the boys freedom of speech late the previous day. The
first time one of my respectful and well-mannered boys used extreme
profanity to my face took my breath away. This time, I hardly flinched.
Jerry said, "What do you fuck yourself with, Mom?"
Cora quickly corrected, "Don't call her, Mom. Her name is Connie. Call her
by her name. Call her bitch, or cunt, or slut, but don't call her, Mom. I'm
Mom. If either of you fuck up one more time, you can forget about being
mother fuckers while I'm the mom, and none of you guys are fucking Connie
until she answers to the term, slut."
Cora looked to me. I knew what was coming. "He asked you a question, Slut.
Answer him! What do you fuck yourself with - SLUT?"
I sat mute. She looked to the disappointed boys, shrugged, and said, "I
tried." then to me again and said, "All right, cunt, answer Jerry's
question."
I said, "Anything dick-like - candles, veggies, hair brush handles, a mop
handle, your baseball bat."
"Wow! Which end?"
"The fat end."
Peter went, "Wow Wee!"
We were not talking about a regulation wood baseball bat. Jerry's bat was a
pee wee model made of black aluminum. The bat was twenty-six inches and the
thickest part was the size of the fattest portion of Jerry's forearm, up
near the elbow, measuring two inches in diameter and six inches in
circumference. In my experience, representative of the typical horse cock,
though some can be twice as thick and twice as long. The feat was
impressive. Cora was impressed.
John said to Jerry, "See, I wasn't batting fish heads with your stupid bat.
That was Mom's cunt you were smelling."
This was embarrassing. I try to stay fresh, but sometimes, my female niche
does get like a barrel of mackerels.
Cora was in stitches at my embarrassment. Evidently, she had the same
problem. She stepped up, cupped my chin, lifted my face, and said, "You
sure are a horny cunt, aren't you?"
I nodded in her hand. She laughed and said, "You'd have to be to fuck
yourself with your son's baseball bat. I'll bet you'd like to try it with a
man that big, wouldn't you?"
I nodded my head again. What was the harm. She didn't know a man that big.
Besides, the fantasy I masturbated to when I used the fat end of the
baseball bat was my horsy fantasy. I felt the urge to volunteer that
information, hoping she'd pry into that particular fantasy, because that
particular fantasy was grounded in reality, more a childhood memory than a
fantasy, something I witnessed many times but did not personally experience.
They'd be shocked, and I was in the mood to shock them. They were so
interested in my masturbation habits, I assumed they'd pry. By this point,
I loved shocking them and wallowing in depravity. I hoped I wasn't being
too obvious. All I said was, "I only use the bat when I fantasize about
horses."
Cora's response was instant. Her face lit up and she exclaimed, "You
fantasize about fucking horses! Tell us all about your horse fantasy,
Mom...I mean, Cunt."
I made a groan of shame as Cora released my chin and took a seat on the arm
of the recliner, forcing my left leg back even further. Jeff took the other
and forced the right leg back. The others sat on the floor with a much
wider beaver to gaze on. Cora had to get up to make sure no heads were in
the way of the camera shot. She adjusted up six inches then retook her seat
and her leg. Except for the legs part, it was like story time when they were
younger, and I was dying to tell my favorite story, though I made a good
show of mortification, burying my face in my hands for effect.
Cora told Jerry to go get his bat, that the slut would be needing it. He
was off in a flash. I looked to Cora and said, "I'll need the hand cream
off my bed stand. It's in the top drawer, the one with the pump top."
"Go get it, John." He was off. She said. "We are an eager beaver aren't
we? You're enjoying this, I can tell."
"I'm sure you have your favorite fantasy."
"I sure do, but my fantasy fucker doesn't have a tail. My fantasy fucker
was Bob right after you started dating him. Surprised?"
"Not after catching you two in my bed."
"That was my fantasy, so was stealing him away from you with my tight pussy.
I wish you could have seen me the first time. I raped him. I sucked him
and fucked him. He just laid back and watched me workout. He said I was
the best fuck he'd ever had. I begged him to dump you and let me be his
girlfriend while riding his fuck stick. Does that piss you off?"
"I'm over it."
"Don't you miss him?"
"I miss the sex. I miss that a lot, but his equipment is more suited to
your equipment."
"It must kill you to see him going into my bedroom with a hardon. You knew
we were fucking long before you caught us, didn't you?"
"I'm not stupid, Cora."
"No, but I'll bet you were horny. I'll bet you suffered while I was getting
all the hard cock any girl could want and you had to fuck yourself with a
baseball bat, pretending it was a horse fucking you. That is what you were
doing while we screwed, isn't it?"
"When I could get the bat, yes."
"You know, Bob said fucking you was like fucking a cow. He said compared to
me, fucking your cunt was like opening a window and fucking the great
outdoors. He doesn't miss that big cunt of yours now that he has a nice,
tight pussy to fuck."
"I'm glad he's happy. I'm happier with the bat."
"Good, because I'll see that you're real happy from now on. You can keep
it, but you'd better answer to slut or I'll throw the fucker away."
The boys returned together, and Cora adjusted the camera, aimed to take all
of me in. She told John to get the fat end of the bat greased up, then told
me to start feeling myself up and playing with the goodies as soon as the
story started getting hot. She told me to bring the bat into play when the
horse's cock came into play. I nodded my understanding. That's how I would
have done it in private, anyway.
I knew that if the tape ever got out, the people who saw the tape would shit
when they heard my story, and they'd believe the story if they saw what I
could do with a pee wee bat. The first ten inches has a foam rubber grip
leaving sixteen inches to represent a horse's cock, a very effective horse's
cock, and I'd managed, since the loss of my dearly departed husband, to get
all but one of those sixteen inches in. I had every intention of destroying
that video tape with my own hands right after we finished shooting. I'll be
damned if I'd let it fall into my neighbor's hands, though their kids would
know the story. Their story would fall under the heading of rumor, but a
tape could be copied and recopied confession. I may as well have the entire
neighborhood sitting between my legs.
The possibility that the tape could escape my grasp made me ravenously
horny. My neighbors lived for trash on me. Most was old stuff brought from
the old neighborhood on three young bigmouths, Cora's being the biggest.
There wasn't much they didn't know, and nothing they didn't believe. Why any
of them would allow their children to play in the pool of a woman like me
was a mystery, but I knew of no children out of the eight families that had
children who were forbidden to come over. You'd think they wanted the little
fuckers to be corrupted and go skinny dipping around crotch-licking dogs.
In order to have this privacy, Cora closed the pool and shut the gate. She
placed a pool out of order sign on the gate. She even put a sign on the
front door and still they rang the door bell. Granted, some couldn't read.
Some parents couldn't either. Fortunately, she dealt with most of that the
previous day. They saw the signs were still up, so they knew not to bother.
I was now ready to take the bat to the last unwrapped inch, though fifteen
inches pushes uncomfortably against my diaphragm, like a punch in the gut
making breathing difficult even afterward. I knew I could suffer through in
a pinch given the proper motivation.
When Cora hit the record button and said, "Action!" I launched my story like
a mother telling a bedtime story, only naked with her legs wide apart. I
began:
"This story starts out when I was a young girl of sixteen. We lived in the
country back then, where Mom and Dad still live, surrounded by people who
breed horses. I loved horses, and I loved to see them getting bred after I
accidentally stumbled on two who took breeding upon themselves in a field at
the age of thirteen.
"I knew our neighbors were big breeders, so when I could see they had
visitors, I assumed they were doing breeding and would sneak into their barn
through a loose plank I'd prepared days earlier. I crawled like a commando
through loose hay to get where I could see, and what I saw surprised the
hell out of me. They weren't breeding horses at all. They were breeding
little girls to grown men, girls I knew by men I knew very well.
"I saw women there, too. Some with their husbands, and some with other wives'
husbands. I counted thirty-two people and knew almost everybody there. The
owners were there, of course. Our principal was there, as were three
teachers - two males and a female. There was the mayor and the county
judge, the theater owner, our minister and his wife along with two of the
deacons and their wives.
"I saw my brother's little league coach with my best girlfriend, and she was
naked, sitting on his lap with her arms bound behind her back at the elbows
and a ball gag in her mouth. By the look in her eyes, she had something big
up her pussy or asshole.
"And shock of all shocks, out in the livestock pen that served like a stage
and was what I looked into were Grandma and Grandpa, both naked, and Grandpa
was standing with a trembling naked girl just twelve years old - a girl that
I taught Sunday School to - cute little Jenny Carpenter. She was dying of
embarrassment and had wet herself. I could see pee still trickling down her
thin legs."
[This is all true, swear to god. I witnessed the rape of many young girls
over numerous ventures to my secret hiding place. The sex club was real.
My grandparents were key members, and my parents later became involved. I
always thought they'd come for me one day, but they never did, and they
never laid a finger on me, much to my eventual disappointment. They might
have if my grand parents hadn't been murdered by a vengeful father eighteen
months later. Mom and Dad stopped going after that. The club, though a
fraction of its former glory, went on and kept meeting in the barn. From
this point, some is fantasy, some is real, but even the real gets a lot of
embellishment. Also, at this point in my story, I sensuously began stroking
my fingers up my left inner thigh. I also began massaging my breasts.]
Cora stopped me, saying, "Mom...I mean, Slut,...is this a fantasy or is this
something that actually happened? You're telling it like it was something
that really happened."
I could see the boys eagerly waiting to see if I'd respond to the slut label
or play deaf and dumb again. I just needed the proper motivation and a good
opportunity. Jeff and Peter's father fucking me in the ass in front of them
was proper motivation. Cora gave me more motivation when she threatened to
destroy my horse cock, and now I had a good opportunity. I said, bringing
smiles to their faces, "This really happened, Cora. Everything I'm about to
relate did actually happen, but many fantasies stem from this experience. I
don't have horsie fantasies; I have horsie memories. I'll tell you when I'm
into a fantasy, otherwise, it's real and you can ask your grandmother. I'm
sure she'd confirm all the facts if you ask her real nice."
"Great! This is even better. Go ahead. Tell us more - SLUT!"
Now, I had them sitting up and wide-eyed, all ears, and the little mother
fuckers were hanging on my every word with their dicks in their hands. I
knew from experience that the bigger the lie, the easier they buy.
I resumed, "Before I got to where I could see everything, I heard Grandpa
addressing the assembly that sat in a bleacher section off to my right
front. Grandpa stood in the livestock pen, but I could only hear him, and I
heard him say, 'Your honor. I present Jennifer Carpenter to this society.
Her father owes me a large sum of money. We arrived at an agreement. In
exchange for forgiveness of this debt, he has reluctantly agreed to allow me
the free and unrestricted use of his daughter for the term of one year.'"
[Mr. Carpenter, by the way, is doing life without parole.]
Cora interrupted, "Mom...I mean, Slut, this better not be bullshit. This
sounds like pure fantasy, and not a very believable one at that. I can't
see Grandma or Grandpa doing that."
"It's not bullshit, Cora, and it was my grandpa and my grandma, your great
grand parents that you've never met. I'm telling you the god's honest
truth, and for your information, your grand parents, my parents, were just
as bad back then. I'll tell you something else, they haven't changed. You
just haven't seen that side of them."
"Cool! We have kinky grandparents. I love it. Okay, go on - SLUT!"
I said, "Where was I?"
"Your grandfather, my great grandfather, was talking to da judge - SLUT!"
"Right. I was stunned and stopped crawling closer so that I could hear
more. I heard Judge Mathews say, 'Does he know you intend to impregnate the
girl?' Grandpa says, 'He does, Your Honor. I was most explicit about that.
I told him straight out that I intended to breed his little bitch, expected
her to deliver the bastard, and what they did with it after the term was up
was their business. Her mother was also present at this meeting and urged
her husband to agree to all my terms.' The judge said, 'Excellent.
Proceed.'"
[Excuse this interruption. Just a side note, here. Jenny stayed with my
grandparents. The story was that they took her in to help out her poor
parents. When she became obviously pregnant, everybody knew Grandpa did it,
but he wasn't worried. If anything, he paraded her around in sexy dresses,
showing everyone in the community what he could do and get away with. I
remember Mom and Dad were very embarrassed by this and hated it when he
brought her to our house, because he was never as rude, crude, and bold in
public as he was in our home. He always found an excuse to punish her with
a spanking or belting in the nude, and if he was drunk, as he often was, he'd
take her into one of the bedrooms and fuck her. I found the wet evidence in
my bed, so I know Mom and Dad and my kid brother, Rodney, had that to deal
with as well. My parents made a big pretense out of hating it, but they
never voiced an objection to him that I ever saw. No one stood up to
Grandpa, in or out of the family until Mr. Carpenter had enough. He'd have
probably gotten off with justifiable homicide had he not killed Grandma,
too. Everyone loved Grandma and thought she was such a sweet innocent lady,
as much the victim of Grandpa's lust as anyone. They never saw the woman
with a strap-on dildoe, leather boots, and a whip with a helpless little
girl at her mercy. I think Mr. Carpenter shot her first. I know he shot
her twice with a shotgun - first in the cunt, then in the face. But, I
digress. By this time, the memory had me masturbating full force. Now, back
to the story.]
Cora said, "Slut, you couldn't possibly remember what they said, word for
word. That had to be, what, over seventeen years ago?"
"You don't forget something like that, Cora, but you're right, I don't
remember exact wording. I do recall the exact gist. Would you prefer I
prefaced every quote with, 'As best I recall, I think he or she said?'"
"No, I'm just finding this hard to believe, that's all. Go on. Tell it the
way you're telling it."
"I will, but if you interrupt again, I'm clamming up. And stop calling me,
slut. You've made your point, and I've accepted it. Now, you're just
beating it into the ground and pissing me off. One more slut and I'm
clamming up for good and closing my legs for good."
Jerry said, "You can't. You have to do as Cora says. She's the mom, now."
"That's right, and I can be just as stubborn and obstinate as she was for me
when I was the mom and she was the child. We're not playing master and
slave. This is a role reversal. Would you kids like me to play my role
just like Cora played her role as my daughter?"
Shaking heads answered my question, and Cora said, "All right, you made your
point. We'll shut up." Addressing her brothers, Cora said, "Can the slut
talk, and the first one to speak without my permission will have to leave
the house. I'm the mother, and you'll do as I fucking say." They nodded
sheepishly. Cora made a zip across her lips and nodded for me to continue.
I said, "Where was I?"
She unzipped to say, "You were getting closer so you could see better."
"Oh, yes. I had to lay low for a few minutes while they strapped Jenny
backward over a padded saw horse, tits up, with her little arms and legs
securely bound to the legs of the saw horse with her adorable little pussy
hanging off one side and her head hanging down off the other. Her arms went
straight down, but her legs went straight out and were tied out and down so
that she went beyond the splits
"When I get to the edge and can see through the slats, I am totally
spellbound. The trio - Grandpa, Grandma, and Jenny - are parallel to the
audience with Jenny's cunt aimed to my viewing spot and her left leg aimed
at the audience. Grandma was humping her big, hairy beaver in the girl's
face while Grandpa fucked Jenny's adorable little pussy, now stretched wide
open like an adorable little cunt."
[I did see this several times by everyone there many times over, and I now
had a finger stroking through my slit at the provocative memory of that
little girl getting the shit fucked out of her, month after month after
month, sometimes, in all three holes at once. Her gang rapes inspired me to
rape Cora the same way, only we didn't have a saw horse. I used a guy lying
back over an ottoman and we sat her on his cock - up the ass. He pulled her
back and held her for me and another guy to fuck. My way was better, I
think. My way gets that all important third hole into play, and when you
rape a virgin, you make a much bigger impression on her if you have
something big up her ass. I could see that Cora was taking a trip down
memory lane and empathizing with little Jenny - and getting turned on. I
wondered if grownup Jenny masturbated to her memories. Could be, but I doubt
it. She never did warm to rape like Cora did, and Jenny served much more
time, all through a full-term pregnancy and beyond. Odds are, she's a
lesbian or totally asexual.]
The story goes on, "Grandpa had his back to me with the audience to Grandpa's
right. I was to his left rear not six feet away. I could see his huge cock
moving in and out of Jenny's stretched cunny hole. That's what she called
her pussy, her cunny. Don't ask me how that came up in Sunday School class
but it did. I wasn't a very good Sunday School teacher. She also called a
dick a wiener. Your great grandfather had a foot-long fuck muscle between
his legs. Her cunny was stretched so tight around that thick shaft, the
puffy lips of her cunny were wafer thin, and I could see the impression of
Grandpa's cockhead through her taunt belly as the cock moved inside her
little body. Her screams made bubbles in Grandma's slobbery cunt. When he
went in to the balls, Jenny made a lot of bubbles, and I could see her outie
belly button lift."
[gross embellishment, but I made Cora go WOW.]
I continued, "When I saw this, and saw all the people masturbating, I had to
get to my pussy, my horny pussy. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them and
the panties down past my knees to get both hands between my legs. There, I
masturbated to Jenny's rape."
[my fantasy begins here, but I didn't tell the kids that. They were buying
everything I was selling, and to them, reality is better than fantasy,
especially in matters of sex.]
"I frigged my clit and fucked my hole, wishing it were me on Grandpa's cock.
When he came in her pussy and his sperm came squishing out, I wanted that to
be my pussy flooded with sperm. I had an orgasm while watching Grandpa cum.
I made too much noise.
"Before I knew it, Mr. Jenkins yanks me to my feet. He drags me into the
livestock pen and stands me before all those people. Grandpa looks at me
with wide eyes that quickly drift to the hay stuck to my glistening thighs
and wet fingers. I then see him grin. He turns to the group and says,
'Your honor. This is my grand daughter, Connie. I throw her at the mercy
of the court. Do with her as you will. I will clear this with her parents.
As you know, they've been considering joining the society. This will push
them over the edge, I guarantee. With your permission, I'll fetch them.
They just live across the east pasture.'"
Jerry says, "Wow, mom, that must have really been scary after what you saw."
Jeff said, "She liked what she saw, you dope. Didn't you hear what she
said?"
Cora said, "You're the dope, Jeff. She didn't say it, she thought it, and
she thought it while masturbating. She was fantasizing not making wishes.
[looking to me] Am I right?"
I said, "Exactly. I was mortified, deeply shamed, and trembling like a leaf.
I felt like pissing myself. The judge says, 'Go then, but get assurances
before hand that they will both abide by the decision of this court
regarding the disposition of their daughter. Be sure they understand the
consequences of not abiding.' Grandpa says, 'They know already. They'll be
here, and they will abide.'
"Grandpa rushes out and Grandma comes to stand beside me. She pinches my
ass and tells me to stand straight before the judge. She then begins
removing all of my clothes. I am deeply humiliated and can do nothing as my
breasts are bared. After kneeling to remove my shoes and jeans, she remains
kneeling and enters my pussy with two fingers, then three, then forces four.
She makes me stand with my feet apart and forces me to my tip toes as she
says, 'She's a juicy bitch, your honor, and she has a cunt like a mare. I
think my daughter gave birth to a breeding mare, and knowing my daughter as
I do, she'll be thrilled.'
"I didn't know what she was talking about, but I gathered that she thought I
had a big pussy. It was big because I had been fucking myself with
cucumbers since I was thirteen after witnessing my first horse fuck. I was
still a technical virgin, though. No one had ever touched me. Despite my
anxiety, her fingers were feeling great. My hips were moving on them of
their own accord, adding to my shame. I couldn't help myself just as I
can't help myself now. They were all laughing at me, and Grandma says, 'You'd
be a good mare, wouldn't you, Connie?'
"I still didn't understand, but I nodded. She made me cum, and I was
shameless, fucking myself on her hand while standing in a half squat.
Grandma's hand wound up inside my pussy. The people roared. They were all
naked or near naked. Some of the woman sat on cocks, some sucked cocks, and
two were masturbating each other. To amuse them further, Grandma had me
kneel before Jenny's soiled loins, still with her fist up my twat. When I
was in place, staring at the pussy my Grandpa had just fucked, tainted by
virgin blood and drooling his semen, she shoves my face in it, rubbing my
face all around in that gooey, yucky pussy. She then forced me to stick my
left tittie in it, then my right. I then had to bite both of Jenny's
titties, hard, and then piss in her face."
Cora was masturbating and when she heard this, she moaned loudly. I looked
to her and said, "Yes, Cora, it's true."
"Oh, God, I love this. Go on. Tell us more."
I said, "Again, I was led before the group and made to stand with my feet
apart, my hands submissively behind my back, Grandma kneeling at my side
with her fist still up my twat, only now she had several fingers up my ass.
That's how I was when Mom and Dad were led in. They both looked shocked.
They came forward and stared at my body and at what Grandma was doing to it.
I wanted to die. Grandma made me cum again, then Grandma and Grandpa came
to stand on my other side as court was held.
"I was shaking so hard, Mom and Grandpa had to take an arm each to hold me
up. Mom said, 'Your Honor, I present my daughter for judgment and agree to
abide by the decision of the court.'
"He says, 'Very well. It is the decision of this court that she is to be
bred to her father and is to bear him a child.' I felt like fainting. They
propped me up. He went on, 'Furthermore, she is to serve as your pussy
slave for a term of three years. During that time, she will attend your
vagina in all matters of hygiene, including your toilet, and she will
satisfy your every sexual whim with her mouth, fingers, toes, cunt, ass, all
of her body in any manner you prescribe.' My legs gave out completely, and
Mom swatted my ass, shouting, 'Stand up, you little bitch.'
[I had Cora wailing on her pussy and all four boys jacking to the max,
wide-eyed and mouths agape]
"I stood up straight. He then said to me, 'Now, as a service to this
society and as a penalty for spying, you shall be indentured to the owner of
this property where you will earn your keep as a surrogate breeding mare for
the term of three years and during your indenture, you will serve him in any
way he desires. You will also entertain this assembly at our meetings for
that same period. You may commence with her breeding.'
"I fainted and woke up trussed to the saw horse as Jenny had been. I awoke
to the sensation of my father's cock entering my pussy, and the sight of my
mother's pussy closing on my face. I was soon smothered in her cunt,
breathing in her feminine musk. I couldn't believe what was happening to me,
but the cock felt great, and I soon began licking Mom's pussy."
[Poor Cora was beside herself. She fell off the arm of the chair, still
wailing away at her cunt. The boys popped one after the other. I had three
wet cummers and one dry. Those fuckers peppered me from my pussy to my
peepers. John stuffed his dick up my twat and Jeff, sitting on the right arm
of the chair, shot his wad in my face. I had to wipe his cum off my eyes
before I could continue.]
I waited until they all got resettled. As she got up, I answered her
unspoken question. "Yes, Cora, your grandfather is your biological father.
You were two when I married your father. I've been lying about my age."
"Oh, fuck. No wonder I don't look anything like him. I love it. Tell us
more, and don't leave anything out - please."
"Where was I?"
"You were eating your mother's cunt."
"Ah, yes. Your grandmother, my mother, stopped pressing in when she felt my
tongue slithering up her hole, reaching deep inside her body. I was trying
to lick her fucking womb."
"Oh fuck! Mom, you're killing me."
"Tough. Would you like me to shut up?"
"No, god no. Kill me, please. Kill the fuck out of me."
"My pleasure. She eased off to make a gap between us, turning slightly so
the audience could see my tongue reaching out for her slit. I heard them
roar, and I knew this pleased her. I had always wanted to eat my mother's
pussy, and now I was her pussy slave. I made everybody happy when I acted
like one, but I wasn't acting. I was living my fantasy. I stretched and
reached to get my tongue in her juicy slit. She lifts her leg and places her
foot on my chest so that they can see what a nut I am for her pussy. Daddy
is fucking me hard and he's hurting me. If I weren't tied so hard, I'd be
fucking him back. They can see I'm trying, and while I'm trying to be a good
fuck for my Daddy, I go at that wide open cunt of Mom's like a hungry
lesbian."
Cora cries out, "OH FUCK! I'm cumming again! I don't fucking believe this
shit. God damn! Oh shit...so goooooood..."
Cora hit the floor again and just sat there looking stunned, dazed. The
boys aided her up. She looked at me, still dazed, then said, "If this is
all a lie, I'm going to take a belt to you, young lady."
I just smiled and said, "Now, where was I?"
"You were licking your mother's slit, you cunt-sucking slut."
"Ah, yes. She had placed one foot on my chest and pulled her cunt lips open.
I could now rim her fuck hole so everyone could see. I did just that as she
said, 'Are you going to be a good surrogate breeding mare, Connie?'
"I was still confused, but I cried, 'Yes, Mommy.' She says, 'Will you fuck
that horse good, Connie, and wiggle your cunt on his massive cock?'
"Now that I understood what a surrogate breeding mare was, I was appalled,
stunned, shocked senseless. I was also very horny. I cried, 'Yes, I'll
fuck the horse good. I'll be a good breeding mare for you.'
"She says, 'Yes, but will you make it entertaining for my friends in the
society? Will you do it without being tied down? Will you fawn over his
cock with your hands and mouth?'
"'Yes,' I cried. She said, 'Will you endeavor to develop your pussy into a
suitable mare's cunt capable of fully taking a mature stallion though this
will destroy your cunt for any human male and ruin your chances for marriage
or ever finding a mate without cloven hooves?' I screamed, 'YES! YES! YES!'
and this made Daddy cum. Mom came shortly afterward, and I came with Daddy,
humping my pussy on his dick as they were leading a stallion into the
enclosure."
Cora, again masturbating, interrupted to say, "You're lying. I know you're
lying. I think you're lying. I don't care. You lie so fucking good. Lie
to me some more and make me cum again."
"Screw you. You wanted to hear my horsie fantasy, well, I don't have a
horsie fantasy. I fantasize about things that actually happened. I told you
that from the very start. If that's not good enough, then tough shit - there
is no horsie fantasy."
Cora said, "Mom, lighten up."
"Don't call me, Mom, Mother."
"I forgot. I won't forget again, okay?"
"Look if you're going to call me a liar when I'm telling the truth, baring
my soul to you, telling you my deepest, darkest, most personal secrets, you
can just go fuck yourself." I folded my arms and defiantly said, "I'm not
saying another word. Restrict me, beat me with a belt. I don't care."
Panicked, recognizing her own stubborn defiance thrown back at her, Cora
pleaded, "No, Mom, please! I beg you. I'm sorry. I won't ever doubt you
again. I swear. I cross my heart and hope to die. Swear to God."
I studied her pleaful demonstration, then sat in silence before saying, "I'm
trying to present the facts in an entertaining way to amuse you kids, but if
that's going to make you doubt me, I'll just lay out the facts, just the
cold hard facts. I was molested for the next three years, held in sexual
slavery by my own parents, forced to sexually satisfy a large group of
perverts, used as a surrogate mare, bore my father's bastard child, and ran
away with your father at the age of nineteen, had two boys by him, and was
happy until he died and my daughter stole my boyfriend and tricked me into a
role reversal so she could rub my face in it and humiliate me beyond human
endurance. There, all done."
"No, don't do that. Do it just like you were doing. I believe you, now, I
really do. Amuse us! Please, Mom."
The boys joined in, all begging me to tell them an amusing true story. I let
them beg, then silenced them, saying, "All right, but if I see a hint of
doubt, I'll shut up forever. Understand?" All heads nodded.
I said, "Now, where was I?"
Cora said, "They were leading a horse over to you."
"Ah, yes. They untied me as others led a white stallion into the pen. They
used a sling and hoist to mount his front hooves on a special stand, then
secured them so that he couldn't get down. They brought a padded table over
and placed that bench under his belly. The setup looked made for the job,
built to just the right height, sturdy and well used.
"The horse looked like he'd been through this before and his cock began
easing out like a python, pink with black splotches, menacing, throbbing, a
thick slab of cock meat bobbing under his belly. Mom led me to the table
and said, 'Go to work, Connie. Make this a good show. Take as much as you
can, and make your parent's proud.'
"All the people came down into the pen and gathered around. I was nervous
but determined to make my parents proud. I laid down in reverse to place my
face under the now fully erect horse cock, easily sixteen inches long, as
big as the unwrapped end of this bat.
[You guessed it. I picked up the bat and brought it to my face from
overhead, tilting my head way back, mimicking the action being described - a
very effective visual aid, I might add. My kids were seeing a horse cock,
not a black bat.]
"I held it in both hands, like this,...and began licking all over, like
this,...then I sucked on the end while jacking the shaft, like
this...uuummmmm.
[Yep, I got the end in my wide mouth. While Jeff assisted by holding the
handle, I jacked on the greased end. They were impressed.]
"I sucked and licked all over that horse's cock, and they were all excited
that I'd give the horse a blow job without being forced to do so. They
probably had to whip the others. I looked like I wanted to suck him off. I
sucked and jacked at the same time, but I stopped before he came, then
reversed my position and got my legs wide, scooting to place the tip at my
pussy hole, like this, holding on to it with both hands."
[Picture it.]
"I wiggled and scooted until the end of his blunt cock popped in, then kept
wiggling and scooching, getting more to go in.
[I wiggled and scooched eight inches of the bat up my cunt, then let go and
asked Jerry to hold the end steady, play the horse.]
"I had about this much in my pussy. Everyone was crowded around, peering in
from all sides, feeling the swelling in my lower abdomen. I'm stuffed to
the gills with throbbing horse cock, but Mom is wiping my brow, saying, 'You're
doing good, Connie, but I know you can do better. Try, sweetheart.'
"I knew I could get more in, but I didn't want her knowing I'd been fucking
the cukes. I braced my hands on the table's edges, pulled, strained, and
wiggled another three inches in. Now my belly button was raised, my innie
belly button, and everyone was feeling the horse's cock through my stretched
belly skin. I laid there panting with that massive organ throbbing inside
me, feeling the horse's heart beating, a living cuke. I wanted more. They
were all clapping, chanting, 'More! More! More!'
"I got my breath and started again, straining hard, wiggling, pulling,
wiggling until all but three inches was left. I was really stuffed at that
point. That was more than the biggest cuke I ever took, and thicker
besides."
Cora said, "God Damn, Mom! You've got almost the whole bat up your cunt.
You're almost to the fucking handle."
I said, "Yes, and I feel stuffed to my limit, but just as it was back then,
I'll take more to please my audience. At least, I'll try."
"Do it then."
"Back to the story. Mom is urging me to take it all the very first time, to
suffer the pain, do all it took to ruin my cunt for human males as a sign of
my dedication to serve as a breeding mare."
I stopped to address Jerry, saying, "Now, Jerry, you're going to have to
lean in because I have to start fucking myself. Not too hard, though, just
lean a little. Ready. Here we go."
I then planted my feet and raised my ass, then began fucking my cunt onto
the rest of the bat. I screamed when it hurt, and kept on jamming and
cramming until I felt the rubber grip at my cunt lips. I couldn't breathe
and held there for as long as I could before easing back two inches.
Cora said, "Fuck! I don't fucking believe it. I do believe it. I mean, I
can see with my own eyes that you could fuck a horse. We have to get you a
horse, that's all there is to it. I want to stage that event, recreate your
childhood experience, and get it on video. Bob can get the adults I need,
and I can play Jenny's part. Mom, it'll be up to you to get Grandma and
Grandpa. Do you think they would?"
I struggled to sit up, but then gave that idea up. There was no going
anywhere with that much bat in me. I said, "Jenny, this was mostly fantasy,
a silly, stupid fantasy. A lie, the horse part was all a lie, and I'm glad
I got to pay you back for all the lies you've told me. I never fucked a
horse."
"Yes, but you can. You just proved it. Maybe you can't take one all the
way, but you can fuck any horse."
"Cora, Sweetheart, forget it!"
"I'm dead serious. We're doing it. That's final."
"Okay, say we tried. I suppose I could manage, but we can't stage this with
others, and certainly not my folks. A dog, possibly, but a woman fucking a
horse is a freak show. I know, I've seen it live dozens of times. Grandma
and Grandpa are definitely out. I'm not putting on a freak show for you,
them, or anyone else, so forget it."
"I'll bet they'd love it."
"They'd love watching me get screwed by a dog. I'll do that, but no parent
wants to see their child performing in a freak show. If they had wanted
that, they could have easily arranged it. Besides, I could never approach
them with this idea. Honey, nothing sexual ever happened between me and my
folks, not directly, anyway. I just couldn't, and if Mother ever gets wind
of this, or sees your tape, she'll shit. I'd have never done a thing if
there were any chance of that happening, and I want that tape destroyed,
now!"
"Mom, they know you dated Jerad Maddox for almost three months right after
Daddy died, and they know about you screwing him and all of his buddies in
front of us kids. They know you molested me and they know about the dogs you
fucked, too."
"How could they?"
"Because I called Grandma while you were on your first date. I wanted her to
talk some sense into you."
"She never said a word."
"No, but she wanted to hear all about each and every date, and I told her
all I'd heard and seen. She knows all about how you molested me, usually
the very next day. I know she was frigging off to it. She couldn't hide it
very well. Hell, I made her cum just about every time. I am mailing them a
copy of this tape. They'll be impressed. I'm going to do that first thing
Monday morning. By then, we should have all eight hours filled. You'll
have to talk about it when they see the tape."
"Cora, NO! Cora, you can't mean that!"
"Oh yes I can. This will be my gift to Bob. I want it to be a surprise.
He'll get me cool people, and he'll find a stallion, somewhere, a white one
with a big dick. You'll see. You'll feel. We'll all get to feel that horse
cock way up inside you."
"Jerry, stop pushing that fucking bat in me! Pull it out...NOW!"
Jerry eased the bat out. I struggled to sit up, screaming, "You give me
that fucking tape! This nonsense if now officially over!"
Cora forced me back with her flat palm between my breasts, sternly
threatening, "You shut up and listen, Bitch!" I slumped and listened.
"You have no say in this. One call to Jerad and you're as good as pregnant,
hooking for a living, and making more doggie fuck flicks. All I'd have to
do is agree to do some hooking for him, and he'll do anything I want done. I'll
do it, too. The tape is going out. Face it. You're going to fuck that
horse, just like in your fantasy. Face that, too. We're not playing role
reversal anymore. I'm in charge, and you're my sex slave, now. If you don't
want to be my sex slave, you'll be Jerad's. Your mother, my grandmother,
will get off on it either way. Now, do you understand how it's going to be
from now on, Mother Dear?"
I nodded my head. I understood perfectly. I just hoped Mom and Dad would.
Cora could see the full acceptance in my expression. She cupped my chin and
said, "I'll edit this conversation out. What I want you to do now is show
Mommy and Daddy your mare's cunt and give them whatever message you want to
give to help get them onboard with this project. Beg them to help your
fantasy come true, then tell them the rest of the tape was made just for
them. You got that?" I nodded.
"Okay, get to it and it had better be convincing or I will take a belt to
your ass. The tape is rolling."
Resolved to my uncertain future, I placed my feet on the edge of the chair
and lifted my mare's cunt into the lens with my knees wide. My mare's cunt
sucked air, and I added to the effect by using my hands to spread the lips.
Peering over my bald mound into the lens, I pretended they were the camera
and said, "Mom, Dad, that has been my fantasy since the age of sixteen and I'm
sure you know why. I want this fantasy to be realized, and I beg you to
help. I want to film that scene with a real horse, and I want you in your
roles as my parents, just as depicted in the fantasy, everything.
"In exchange for your cooperation, I will live up to the terms of the judge.
Daddy, if it is possible, I will bear you a child. Mother, I will serve you
as your pussy slave. I'll give this service freely, with love, in
gratitude. I will also indenture myself to a horse breeder for three years.
I plan to ruin my cunt and asshole for any man whether you want me to or
not. I'm sorry if this distresses you, but that's what I want. It's my
body, and I truly want this more than anything.
"To show you just how much I need this, the rest of the tape is made just
for you. I hope you enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it. Get naked and
masturbate to it, then call me with your decision. I eagerly await your
call."
Cora said, "Great. Cut."
Cora turned off the camera, then stood looking down on me after I let my
legs fall and sprawled. She said, "You love it. You can't fool me. You
want the whole fantasy, not just a horsy fuck. You'll get it, too. You
want your ass and cunt ruined. I'll guarantee you that, and we're getting
started on your fucking asshole right now. Get your horny ass up in the
air, Bitch. John grease that bat and hand it to me."
I quickly spun about on the chair, knelt with my butt high, buried my head
in the cushions, and pried my cheeks apart. When I felt that blunt bat at
my sphincter, I pushed back. Cora leaned in with all her weight and my
sphincter flowed over the end. I made a loud groan, but held steady as more
entered, plowing through my colon until the pain was so great I had to cry
out.
Thankfully, she eased up. The rest, I took in stages, but I took the bat to
the rubber. By that time, I felt like I had a log jammed up my ass. I
could barely breathe.
Cora laughed, wiggled the handle, and said, "There, I guess I don't need to
worry about Bob wanting any of this butt. Get used to it. You'll be taking
that bat with ease in no time, and we're getting a regular bat when that
happens. You'll be a full fledged mare when you meet your first horse - a
double barreled mare. I'll find you a busy breeder that needs a good double
barreled workout mare. Don't you worry about that. I'll get you a three-year
renewable contract if I have to fuck him."
* * *
I wish this story had a happy ending, but it doesn't. Cora destroyed my
colon with her baseball bat. I had to have a colostomy that re-routed my
colon to my side. The doctors thought it best to remove the rectum and seal
the wound shut. This delayed my debut for three months, but now I had more
room for pussy expansion. Cora went a little easier on my pussy, but my body
gave out the first time I tried to fuck a fully grown stallion. The mating
may have gone okay had he let me do the fucking. He didn't, and he almost
killed me. He ruptured my vaginal wall with the force of his thrusts,
flooding my peritoneal cavity with semen. When he pulled out, my guts game
out through my vulva. That not only ruined me for humans, it ruined me for
any intercourse with anything. I had to have my vagina sewn shut to keep my
insides in.
The only sex I get now is oral. If I don't learn to keep my big mouth shut,
they'll sew that fuck hole up, too. I learned my lesson, though. Fucking
horses is best left to other horses. Oh, and don't ever swap roles with
your kids. Once they gain control, they won't give it back.
The End
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