Diedre's husband is gone and it's breeding season at the ranch, so she
needs help getting that done.  With the help of her sister's family, and
her own children, they manage to pull it off...  so to speak.  It turns out
to be the most successful breeding season on record.

   Codes: MF mf ff 1st teen cons caution reluc inc mother son bro sis cous
aunt neph les het rough lght cheat voy oral mastrb pett preg

   =================================================================

   Author's Comment: This story is written in three versions.  This is
version Charley.  While there are similarities and shared text between the
stories, they have been written to appeal to specific (different) tastes.
While all the versions are coded, the main theme of each version is
presented here to assist you in choosing which version you wish to read:

   Version Alpha: Incest between the boys and their mothers.  Version
Bravo: Incest between the boys and their sisters.  Sex between in-laws. 
Verson Charley: More or less a free-for-all of incest between just about
everybody, with a little husband sharing thrown in for spice.

   Caution: This is not a story about beastiality, per se.  However, since
this is a story that involves horse breeding, there are elements of light
beastiality which are necessary for the plot to develop.  As a point of
interest, the description of hand breeding is factual and was provided by a
reader I'll just call Charles.  His description led to this story.

   ---------------------------------------------------------------------

Breeding Season At The Rocking R Ranch (Version Charley) 

By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)



   Chapter One

   Bobby turned his head for possibly the thousandth time and gazed out the
window of the car as it sped through miles and miles of ...  miles and
miles.  He had grown bored with the flat topped little mountains and piles
of house-sized boulders an hour ago.  He'd counted more cows than he cared
to, even though he wanted to stay ahead of his sister, who was counting
things on the other side of the car, competing with him.  They counted
everything in their friendly competition.  Windmills, power pylons on high
tension lines, silos, parked motorcycles, even old time water pumps. 
Basically anything that was repetitive could be counted and claimed.  Mom,
in the front seat, had a pad of paper she kept scores on, so nobody could
cheat.  She mechanically added lines beside the appropriate title, making
groups of four lines with a slash through them to represent five.  She'd
gotten so good at it that she could carry on a conversation with her
husband and never miss a beat.

   He sighed.  He was bored, but that was the only way they had to pass the
time when they were on trips.  Especially when they were going to his Aunt
Diedre's ranch in Wyoming.  He remembered the last few times they'd driven
up there, but only parts of each visit.  They'd gone when he was ten and
his sister, Megan was nine.  He remembered that time because his Uncle Tom
had taught him to shoot the .22 rifle.  That was a high point of his life.
Then they'd gone again when he was thirteen.  He remembered that time
because he got to ride the horses and ...

   He closed his eyes, remembering back to that night when he got back from
a trail ride having to pee so bad that he was about to go in his pants.  He
was a city boy, though, and couldn't bring himself to just haul it out and
let fly on the ground, like other men on the ranch did.  So he had dashed
for the bathroom, slamming through the closed door, pulling his zipper
down. His cock was hard from holding it in and he pulled it through the
open zipper just as he realized he wasn't alone in the bathroom.

   Aunt Dee was there.

   She had just stepped out of the shower and was reaching for a towel to
dry off her dripping ...  naked ...  luscious ...  womanly ...  soft ... 
pale body.  He remembered how brown her nipples had looked, sitting on
those big soft looking breasts.  He remembered her wide green eyes and the
way her mouth went into an "o" as she looked at what was in his hand.  He
remembered his eyes dropping to where he expected to see golden hair, like
the honey colored tresses on her head, and how there was nothing there but
skin.  And something else that hung down between her thighs.

   Pussy lips.

   At thirteen he knew what he was looking at, and if he hadn't had a piss
boner he would have sprouted one anyway.

   He couldn't remember the sobbing explanation he made, or what she'd said
to him, exactly.  All he remembered was being unable to get a stream of
urine started because he was hard as a rock, and the pain in his bladder
making him almost ill.  Aunt Dee had wrapped a towel around her amazing
body, kissed him on the cheek and said "I'll just leave you alone to deal
with your ...  problem." Then she'd kissed him on the cheek AGAIN, which
did nothing whatsoever to soften the rock that was currently his prick.  He
DID remember he'd had to sit down, like a girl, to pee.

   That was what he remembered about the last time they'd been to the
ranch. Now he was seventeen, and a foot and a half taller, with broad
swimmer's shoulders and curly dark hair.  He glanced at his sister.  He
always thought of Megan when he thought about his Aunt, because she looked
like a younger copy of the woman.  His mother too sometimes.  Cathy and
Diedre were known as "The Miller twins" when they were growing, even though
Cathy was a year older than Dee.  And Megan looked just like the pictures
of her mother and aunt when they were her age.  She had the same hair, the
same high cheekbones and even, in a lot of ways, the same temperament.  He
didn't know about the hair between her legs.  Try as he might, he'd never
been able to get a glimpse of that part of his sister.

   He'd seen her tits, though.  She wasn't shy about walking around in just
panties, though she always wore at least those.  And, at sixteen, her body
had flowered into something most men would drool over.  She wasn't shy in
other ways either, having more self confidence that seemed either fair or
legal.  One of the things she wasn't shy about was ogling the lump in the
front of the white briefs Bobby wore around the house.

   Megan had a reputation as a tease at school.  Bobby had never had to
"protect" her.  If a guy started getting pushy she used her Karate skills
to cool him down.  She knew enough pressure points that she usually didn't
have to hit them.  And if a guy was stupid enough to claim he'd crawled
between her legs ...  well, she was a popular girl and she knew all the
other popular girls.  More than one guy had gone through a long dry spell
because Megan whispered that he had herpes, or genital warts, or whatever.

   She didn't ACT like a little sister around him.  She acted like a girl,
about his own age, maybe a neighbor girl who had grown up next door to him,
and had shared all her secrets.  They were very comfortable around each
other.

   Unfortunately, that made her sexy, to his way of thinking.

   She was looking out the other window, counting a herd of ...  Buffalo of
all things!  She was wearing a tank top, without a bra.  He could see where
her adolescent nipples poked through the thin yellow cotton that covered
them.  Their mother was constantly trying to get her daughter to wear bras,
but Megan resisted.  She wore them to school, and on dates, but that was
it.

   As if she had radar or something Megan turned her hazel eyes toward him.
She saw where he was looking before he could avert his own eyes.

   "If you're counting those I'm going to win for sure." she said, not all
that softly.

   Bobby blushed.  Why did she have the power to unsettle him every single
time?  He saw her eyes go to his lap.

   "I've got one!" she yelled, her eyes leaving no doubt whatsoever that
she was counting ...  boners.

   "One what?" asked Cathy, turning her head partway around, pencil poised
over the paper, ready to make a tick mark.

   Megan giggled.  "One ...  what do you call them?  Those thingies that
have ...  milk in them, and you have to grip the long rod and move it up
and down, and it makes ...  butter?"

   Cathy turned her head farther.  "Butter churn?  You saw a butter churn?
Where in the world did you see one of those?"

   Bobby looked down at the "rod" his sister had been talking about
gripping.  His gym shorts were poked out at least six inches and it was
obvious he had a major hardon.  In panic he grabbed the pillow between him
and Megan and pulled it onto his lap.

   "Oh, it was on a sign.  For a dairy or something.  Don't those count?"
she asked innocently.

   Cathy turned her head further, looking into the back seat.  She knew her
daughter, and that tone of voice meant she was teasing her brother.  Both
of them were just sitting there, though, and there was no clue as to what
the teasing was about.  Except that Bobby was beet red in the face.

   "I don't think signs count." she said.

   "Oh" said Megan, smiling at her brother.  "They should.  It made me all
hungry ...  you know, the thought of all that cream, and making it come out
..." she was grinning at her brother now, making the up and down classic
gestures with her closed fist that any boy recognized instantly.  "...  as
butter." she finished, giggling again.

   Bobby reached out and slapped her arm.  Just as his mother looked back,
of course.

   "What's going on back there?" demanded Cathy.  "Bobby you know better
than to hit your sister.  Now, kiss and make up."

   That was how their parents had handled sibling rivalry as they grew up.
If the two kids got in a fight they were made to kiss and make up.  When
they were little that worked wonders, as neither child wanted anything to
do with kissing the other.  But their attitudes had changed just a little
in the last three or four years.  For Megan, it was a chance to kiss a boy
and then stop, which appealed to her sense of exploration.  For Bobby, all
he had to do was look at Megan's green eyes and wheat colored hair and then
close his eyes and pretend he was kissing Aunt Dee.

   It had made for some interesting "punishment".

   Bobby automatically leaned toward his sister, who leaned toward him. 
When their lips touched her tongue darted out and drilled its way between
his lips, pressing into his mouth.  He jerked back in surprise as Megan
laughed out loud.

   Cathy turned her head, thinking that her daughter was laughing because
Bobby was embarrassed.  "Maybe that will teach you not to hit your sister."
she said, and turned back around.

   To Bobby's disgust, Megan's hand flashed out and slapped his arm with a
loud *SMACK*.  Then she grabbed her own arm and yelled "OW!  BOBBY!"

   Bobby was outraged and started to protest his innocence as his mother's
stony face turned to the back seat once more.

   Rudy put a restraining hand on his wife's thigh.  "That was Megan
hitting Bobby.  I saw it in the rear view mirror." His eyes bored into
Megan's in that same mirror.  "Nice try, but you're busted." He grinned. 
"Slave duty for two days.  One day for hitting your brother and another for
trying to set him up for failure."

   That was the other way they were disciplined.  If they did something
REALLY bad they had to do whatever the other family members told them to do
for the specified period of time.  Megan groaned.  She knew her brother
would keep her hopping and this was going to be at the ranch, where she'd
planned on riding the horses and getting a suntan in her new string bikini.
She scowled at Bobby, as if it was all his fault.  Now it was HIS turn to
grin.

   He made sure his mother wasn't looking and did the same thing Megan had
done, making a fist and moving it up and down over the pillow on his lap.
Then he pointed at her and grinned, pointing back at his crotch.

   "I saw that too." announced his father.  Damn!  He'd forgotten to check
the rear view mirror.  His dad spoke again.  "That's one day of slave duty
for you Bobby, after Megan has finished hers ...  for taunting." It was
obvious that he had seen Megan making the same motion earlier.  Neither of
the kids thought to question why she wasn't punished for that too.

   Bobby scowled now.  That meant he'd have to moderate his treatment of
Megan, because, when it came to Megan, payback was a MOTHER, and she'd have
the perfect chance for payback when her two days were up.

   The rest of the trip was made in silence.  Cathy was able to take a nap
because neither of the kids felt like counting anything.

   Two hours later they arrived at the big gate of the ranch.  Bobby had
always liked the gate, which had two tall poles on either side, with an
arching metal sign between them.  It had a big "R" on it with what Bobby
had thought was a smile underneath when he was little.  He always smiled
when he went under that arch, like the smile under the R, because that
meant he'd get to see his beautiful aunt.

   They turned up the long, straight dusty road that led from the blacktop
to the house, with its attending barns, sheds and trees.  The house was set
back into a hillside that was covered with trees, and looked cool and
inviting after all the dust and barren looking wastes they'd driven
through. Everyone was ready to be out of the car, so they could stretch and
ease tight muscles.

   Bobby stared toward the porch.  There were two women waiting for them.
One was his Aunt Dee.  She was tanned and muscular from all the riding she
did.  She had on a worn and faded baseball cap that had a National Rifle
Association emblem on it.  Her usual pony tail hung through the back of the
cap and dangled almost to her waist.  Bobby sighed.  She was the kind of
woman who, when she walked in a room, got the attention of the men ...  and
probably some of the women too, if they swung that way.  She was just a
ball of walking, talking sex.  And the funny part was that she didn't seem
to have any idea what effect she had on men OR women.

   The other woman was perhaps a little taller than his aunt.  He peered
closer and was astonished to recognize the second woman as his cousin,
Molly.  While they'd been friends when they were little, he hadn't spent
much time with her in years.  The last time he was at the ranch she was
gone to summer camp somewhere.

   Molly looked as different from her mother as Megan looked similar to her
aunt.  Molly had long straight black hair that a lot of Hawaiian women
have, with that almost blue sheen to it.  She was deeply tanned and looked
exotic.  But she too had the green eyes that were so common in the females
of the Miller clan.  She was almost painfully slim, except for her breasts,
which stuck out like a Barbie Doll's breasts, out of proportion to the rest
of her body.  Bobby thought she looked like some fairy princess brought to
life out of the swords and sorcery books he liked to read.  She was a year
older than him, though, and, to his High School trained mind, was "not
available" because she was older.  Girls like her just weren't interested
in boys younger than themselves.

   Bobby stared at her healthy firm breasts and felt his dick begin to
stiffen.  His mother and Aunt Dee were hugging and squealing about how
happy they were to see each other.  He turned away to help unload the car.
His father looked at him surprised.  "Figured you'd make Megan do this." he
said curtly.

   "Um ...  it's OK," said Bobby, unable to explain the real reason he
wasn't hugging his aunt and consign with the rest of the family.

   Rudy wasn't stupid.  He had the same reaction to seeing his beautiful
sister-in-law and her daughter as any other man would have, and he knew his
son was a man.  At least in many ways.  "Don't sweat it." he said, handing
Bobby a box that he could hold over his crotch.  "You're normal.  They're
both babes.  Molly sure has grown up in the last few years." He winked at
his astonished son and grabbed a suitcase, which he held covering HIS lap.

   If they thought the women would all go inside, leaving the men to ferry
things inside and let their erections go down, they were mistaken.  Diedre
stood, hands on hips, one leg cocked, with the toe pointing out.

   "You boys can carry that stuff in later.  I need HUGS here!" she
demanded.

   Bobby tried to get away with just leaning in for a kiss, but Dee took
the box from his hands and set it on the porch railing next to her.  She
pressed her soft womanly body against him and kissed him soundly on the
lips.  Her eyes popped open and stared into his as she felt his cock
pressing against her mons.  "My my, have YOU ever grown up!" she said,
grinning.  Then she dropped her arms and turned to her brother-in-law.

   "Rudy, are you ever a sight for sore eyes!" she said.  Rudy dropped the
suitcase on the porch and took his sister-in-law into a bear hug.  Not only
did he let her feel his arousal, he pressed it into her crotch, squeezing
her and crushing her breasts against his chest.  He gave her a long kiss on
the lips.  She had met him on a blind date and been so effusive about his
qualities that Cathy started going out with him too.  He and Dee had never
done more than some adolescent groping, but both had enjoyed that and had
always been comfortable with each other physically.

   "That goes for me too." he said, as he let go of his breathless
sister-in-law.

   Bobby watched, his eyes getting bigger and bigger as his aunt dropped
her hands to his father's hips and PULLED them against her lower body.  His
mother was standing right THERE, watching her husband crushing her sister's
body to his and didn't say a word!  He couldn't believe what he was seeing
and he got even harder.  He grabbed the box and turned toward the front
door of the house only to run into Molly.  She was staring at him.

   "You must be Bobby." she said.  Her voice had a melodious alto timbre to
it.  "Hi." she added shyly.

   "Um ...  yeah, Hi." he said, blushing.

   "Mom talks about you sometimes." said his cousin.  She didn't add
anything to that, and curiosity ate at Bobby.

   "Oh" he said, suddenly shy too.  This gorgeous creature was actually
talking to him and it made him squirm.  "Maybe you could tell me about that
sometime." he ventured.

   Her smile made his balls get tight.  "Sure thing.  Maybe after you guys
get settled in."

   Then it was tote that barge and lift that bale for the two men, who
moved in enough belongings stashed in the station wagon and trailer to keep
them going for the two months they planned on staying.

   Bobby got to read the letter from his Aunt that had arrived several
months ago.  Uncle Tom had been elected as State Representative for the
Wyoming District at Large, and was going to have to spend a lot of time in
Washington D.C.  The biggest problem with that was that he'd be gone during
the time of year they bred most of their prize horses.  The ranch raised
prize winning Quarter horses and Arabians, and the proceeds from the sales
of these horses, along with the breeding program, were the primary income
of the whole operation.  They also had cattle and some goats, but those
were mostly for feeding the family and trading to Mexican migrant workers,
who loved to eat goat more than any other kind of meat.

   In their valley hideaway, surrounded by high hills and part of the
Rockies, they had all kinds of weather and were able to raise crops as well
as animals.  Hired help dealt with all the crops and stock, except the
horses.  Only the Brooks family handled them.  Chance, their eldest son,
had gone off to college and was finishing up an internship, so he couldn't
be there for another two or three weeks.  Tom was in Washington.  That left
Dee and Molly, and the operation needed more than just the two of them.  So
the Tanner family was invited to come and spend two months, to help during
breeding season.

   Rudy ran his own business, so he could take time off.  He couldn't stay
the whole two months, but was able to take the time to drive them all up to
Wyoming and get them started.  Then he'd return home for a while.  He
thought he could probably afford to come back up every third week if things
worked out like he hoped they would.  Cathy worked at home, keeping the
books for the business, but Rudy could cover that too, since there wouldn't
be a family to spend time with.  So there was no problem picking up the
whole family and traipsing off to Wyoming.

   The rest of the day and that night they sat around catching up on years
gone by.  Molly took Bobby and Megan on a tour of the immediate environs,
showing them the stalls, where the milk cow was kept, the breeding pens,
hay and alfalfa storage areas, oat bins and so on.

   Bobby couldn't keep his eyes off his beautiful cousin.  She was wearing
a man's short sleeve shirt with the top three buttons undone and the tails
tied below her breasts.  Her midriff was bare above pale blue jeans shorts
that were so worn they looked like they might actually fall to pieces at
any second.  She had tennis shoes on her feet with socks that came just to
the tops of the shoes.  Her long black hair was tied back in a pony tail
that hung to her shoulder blades.

   Megan had taken her suitcase to a bedroom and had changed into a tube
top that hugged her precious teen breasts like two gentle hands and did
nothing whatsoever to conceal her nipples.  She had on a pair of white
cotton shorts and flip flops, which were giving her fits as she tried to
pick her way through the hay and ...  other things ...  on the ground.  She
did a lot of jumping from one place to the other, and her breasts bounced
beautifully.

   All in all, Bobby was getting eye strain from watching the two gorgeous
girls.  He had changed into jeans, primarily because he could put his cock
down the leg of those and it was under better control.  It was
uncomfortable, though, when it tried to stiffen, which it did all through
the tour.  He was looking forward to being alone in bed so he could jack
his prick until it spurted all his growing lust out into a tissue or
something.

   He was disconcerted when during dinner, his Aunt apologized and said
"Bobby, honey, I didn't have time to clean out Chance's old bedroom.  So we
put up his bed in Molly's room.  The girls will have to share a bed and you
can have the other one.  Is that OK?"

   The look on Bobby's face as he realized he would NOT be able to release
the pain in his scrotum must have been something to see.  His Aunt sighed.
"I'm really sorry Bobby.  Honest, I just didn't have a chance.  We'll make
that the first thing we do when we get a chance, OK?  It won't be so bad, I
promise."

   Cathy's eyebrows rose as she heard the comments about the sleeping
arrangements.  She looked at Rudy, who shrugged his shoulders.

   Cathy leaned over and whispered in Dee's ear.  "Are you sure it's a good
idea?  I mean putting a seventeen year old boy with your daughter?"

   Diedre smiled and whispered back.  "They haven't seen each other for
years.  What could they possibly do with Megan there?  Besides, girls
nowadays aren't as curious about sex as you and I were." She grinned at her
sister.  "It'll be fine, I'm sure."

   And so it was that, when Bobby went to bed that night, he was treated to
the sight of two very beautiful young women, wearing the scantiest of
nightwear, most of which was almost see-through, as they brushed their hair
and chatted about all the things that young girls chat about.

   Bobby got up and went to the bathroom, where, as he beat his meat
furiously, he tried to hit the water in the stool.  He missed with four
strong spurts of his teenage spooge as it blasted out of the tip of his
prick, and he had to use a handful of toilet paper to clean things up.

   The next morning Rudy, who had slept on the couch while Dee and Cathy
slept in Dee's bedroom, stayed for breakfast and then drove off, waving out
the window and yelling that he'd be back.  At breakfast Dee got all
businesslike and started handing out assignments.  Molly and Megan would
take the farm truck to Farson, the nearest town, and get supplies.  There
was a lot of shopping to do for a long list of things, and that would take
the girls all day to finish.

   Cathy spoke up.  "Would it be OK for me to spend some time in the
kitchen?  I've been wanting to try some new recipies and do some baking,
and we could freeze some things for quick meals in the future."

   Dee agreed and she turned to Bobby.  "Do you think you can handle
horses?"

   "I don't know." said Bobby, thrilled at the idea of working with horses.
"What would I have to do?"

   "Well, you'd be going to get them out of their stalls and bringing them
to the breeding pen.  Then there are some things that need to be done
before we let them get together.  After they breed, then you'll help take
them back to their stalls.  Sometimes the stallions get a little frisky
when they smell the mares, but I think you can do it.  You're a strapping
young man.  I can't believe how much you've grown since you were here
last."

   "Sure, I guess I can do that." he said.

   "OK then, that will be your job.  I used to help Tom, and once you get
the hang of it, it will be easy."

   After breakfast Dee took Bobby to the barns.  Mares had their own barn,
as did the males.  She showed him the lists that had been prepared, showing
which stallions would be mated to each mare.  There were both names and
numbers on the list and she showed him how the stalls were numbered.  She
and Molly had already put the horses in their assigned stalls that would be
processed that day.

   Bobby's part of the operation was a no brainer, really.  All he had to
do was control horses of one sex or another, and there were tricks he could
use that helped him do his job.  Like covering the eyes of the stallion so
he couldn't see anything.  He could still smell the mare, and that excited
him, but he didn't know where to try to get to, so he just stood there ...
horny, so to speak.

   Watching his Aunt do her part was ...  well, he really didn't know the
word for what it was.  If he'd have had to describe it so someone (and he
would have to ...  many times in the years to come) he'd have just told you
what she did and you could imagine it.

   First they brought in the mare they were going to breed and hobbled her,
putting her in a chute that surrounded the front two thirds of her body. 
That left her hindquarters exposed.  Then Bobby brought in one of the three
stallions Dee had chosen to breed this particular mare and held his head
while Aunt Dee 'prepped' him.

   She had a little three legged stool that was usually used for milking
the cow, and a bucket with a mild disinfectant in it, mixed in water.  She
had rubber gloves, but she only used them once and then they stayed in her
back pocket for the rest of the day.  In the days to follow he never saw
them again.

   But I'm getting ahead of the story.

   The stallion, having already smelled the mare was ready to go.  Guys are
like that.  When we think about sex we're ...  just ready to go.  So his
penis was erect and extending from its sheath a foot and a half or so.  The
skin of a horse's penis has pigment in it just like the skin under his
hair, so a penis could be all one color, or mottled.  According to Dee they
felt like velvet and were hard as a rock.

   But we're getting ahead of the story yet again.

   Thoroughbreds are valuable animals, and people brought their prize mares
from all over to get them bred to one of the Brooks studs.  They expected
to get a pregnant mare back, with no side effects from the breeding.  The
Brooks ranch preferred to do what was called "Hand Breeding", which gave
the breeders more control over the process.  Any errant bacteria might
cause a problem.  You don't want that, so Dee's job was to wash down the
stallion's penis with the disinfectant and clean him before he was allowed
to enter the mare.

   Aunt Dee explained that Tom had always done this part in the past, while
she held the horse's head.  But she knew the theory of prepping a stud.

   Now how you do that is to grasp the penis with one hand and get it nice
and wet with a soaked rag from the bucket.  Then you sort of squeegee off
the fluid.  The hands, circled around the erect penis, make a perfect
squeegee.  That squeegee/stroking action also had the effect of making sure
the stallion was completely hard, so when he mounted the mare everything
went well.

   So, all things considered, Bobby watched his aunt jacking off the
stallions.

   Oh sure, it only took one swipe from the base to the tip to effectively
get all the extra disinfectant off the stallion's penis.  And that's what
happened with the first few mares they processed.  She'd sterilize the
stallion's penis and then stand back and let nature take its course.

   Have you ever watched horses mating?  If not then you should arrange to
see that some time.  It's something you'll never forget.  That huge
muscular male jumps with his front legs like he doesn't weigh a thing, and
cozies up to the mare's rear.  If she's ready, she moves her tail and, just
like that, two FEET of hard cock slide into her.  A couple of three humps
and it's over.  Talk about your premature ejaculation.  A horse could never
satisfy a woman, because he'd never last long enough.

   But it's an awfully erotic thing to watch.

   And, after four mares, Bobby noticed that his Aunt started taking two or
three swipes with her hands, instead of just one.  And she slid her hands
the wrong way a couple of times.

   It was hot, and she was sweating freely.  Her light cotton shirt was a
kind of ivory color, and was so soaked that it was translucent.  When she
stood up to let the stallion mount mare number four, Bobby got an eyeful of
her dark nipples through the shirt.  His prick bloomed into erection.  It
was painful because his jeans didn't give it any room to move.  It just
balled up under the cloth and made it look like he had some horrible growth
on the front of his crotch or something.

   He was staring at her luscious tits, and licking his lips when he
glanced up and saw her watching him ...  watching her.

   Bobby brought in the sixth stallion, a big quarter horse that was
restive and excited even before Bobby brought him into the breeding pen. 
He had to cover the big horse's eyes to calm him down.  Bobby held his head
as Aunt Dee got under him and started in.

   Dee was breathing fast, like she'd just run somewhere or something, and
this time her hands just kept moving along that stallion's long hard penis.
Her breathing got ragged.  She was really squeezing that thing too, and the
horse started to dance a little.  She seemed to be in a kind of dream-like
state, unaware of what was going on around her.  Bobby had visions of her
being stomped and was about to yell at her when, all of a sudden, there was
this fire-hose kind of event from under the horse.  She'd jerked that
eighteen inch prick one too many times, and it was pointed right at her
when it went off.

   One thing Bobby learned that day was that horses produce a lot of semen
when they ejaculate.  Now the term "a lot" is relative in many ways.  "A
lot" of clothing might be the three shirts you wear, one on top of the
other, in the winter time to keep warm.  That's "a lot" of clothing.  And
if you sat down to a chicken dinner and somebody served you a whole
chicken, that's "a lot" of chicken.  And a virile man might produce "a lot"
of semen when he ejaculates, and that might be three quarters of an ounce.
In the real world, that's "a lot" of semen.

   Human semen, anyway.

   Horses produce amounts of semen that are proportionally larger than
their penises are to human penises.  To follow the same analogies, if horse
semen were clothing, you'd be so warmly dressed you wouldn't be able to
move.  And if it were chicken ...  Well, it wouldn't even BE chicken. 
We're talking more like Ostrich.  That's why Bobby thought of it as a
"fire-hose" type of event.

   She got hit so hard she leaned back on that little three legged stool,
and horse goo splashed just every-fucking-where.  I mean it was like there
was somebody under there with one of those
'Super-Jumbo-two-gallon-backpack-mounted-summertime-for use only in the
pool-squirt-cannons' and they had just water-cannoned her but good.  She
was soaked.  It hit her right about at the top button of her shirt, but it
got her face, her hair, her blouse, her arms and the legs of Bobby's jeans
just soaked.

   She spluttered and her arms waved and she fell backwards off the stool
onto the hay, like she was having a seizure or something and the horse -
and Bobby would swear to his dying day this was true - the horse let out a
big long sigh and relaxed all of a sudden.  It stepped sideways and
suddenly his aunt was under the horse.

   Then round two rocketed out.  It sort of drifted on the wind for a split
second, a long thumb-thick line of mostly clear looking fluid that hung,
suspended above his aunt, who was lying on her back on the hay, her
jeans-clad legs spread and up off the ground, like she was waiting for her
lover but had forgotten to take off her pants.

   Then that stream of fluid descended and the crotch of those jeans turned
dark as they were soaked too.  In a line from crotch to chin that second
shot splashed on her already soaked body.

   It was eerily quiet.  Aunt Dee went limp as a sock full of marbles. 
Bobby looked down at his semen-splattered legs.  He pushed the stallion
away from his aunt, afraid she'd be stepped on and then bent over his her
to see if she was OK - you know, breathing and stuff.  Her eyes opened and
she looked at him, upside down.

   Then, in the most normal voice you could even imagine, she said "Damn. I
guess we'll have to let him charge again before we can breed her."

   "Are you OK?" Bobby asked.

   "You need a shower" she said, still looking at him upside down.

   "I need a shower." she added.

   She sat up with his help and looked around, sort of dazed.  "We need a
shower." she said.  "Come on, there's a shower in the bunkhouse."

   Then she pulled him toward the door of the barn.

   CHAPTER TWO

   The bunkhouse was closer than the big house.  There wasn't anybody in
there, but even if there had been it probably wouldn't have made any
difference.  Dee's emotions were on too high a plane.  She pulled him to
the shower room, which was a big tiled room with three shower heads
sprouting from the walls, and started taking her soaked clothes off.  First
the boots, and then she got her blouse off, baring the most gorgeous set of
tits Bobby had ever seen, Playboy included, and turned on one of the
showers.  Then she pushed her jeans and panties down and stepped out of
them.

   Like it was the most normal thing in the world to be naked with her
nephew, his Aunt turned to him.  She didn't tell him to get undressed, as
if she expected him to do that anyway.  But, in fact, he was just standing
there as he looked at the reality of his past beat off fantasies standing
in front of him, his hands hanging limply at his sides.  In fact all of him
was feeling a little limp.

   Well, almost all of him.

   There was one part of him that was as far from limp as it's possible to
get.  If you had looked in the dictionary to see the definition of the
opposite of 'limp' there would have been a picture of his penis there as a
visual aid.

   Aunt Dee was making noises.  They were basically ...  well ... 
indescribable.  It wasn't humming exactly, and it wasn't sentences exactly.
It was sort of like 'Ummmmm ...  uh ...  oh, I shouldn't ...  uhhhh ...  oh
my ...  he's done it before ...  yes ...  yes ...  ahhhhh ...it's OK ...  "


   When she jerked his jeans down and the visual aid sprang forth like some
too-perky cheerleader, she stopped everything and stared at it and said
"Mmmmm ...  Ahhhh ...  oh Bobby ..."

   Bobby was a big boy.  He stood at six feet and an inch, and he swam a
lot, so he was sort of wedge shaped, with wide shoulders and slim hips. 
He'd never measured his cock, mostly because he knew he'd feel stupid
trying to do that.  Besides, who do you tell once you've done that?  It's
not like you bounce into the kitchen while your Mom is fixing dinner and
announce "Guess what?  My prick is seven and five sixteenths inches long!
Aren't you proud of me?"

   And you wouldn't tell your friends either.  They'd laugh at you, for one
thing, and then claim they were an inch longer, whether it was true or not.

   But Diedre had seen a couple of these things before, and she recognized
a dyed-in-the-wool-MAN-sized phallus when she saw one.  And she was looking
at one that was bigger than any other she'd seen ...  on a man, anyway.

   She kept trying to get his jeans off over his tennis shoes, but that
wasn't working.  All he did was hop up and down on one foot as she tugged
on the other pants leg.  That made his artillery gun raise and depress,
like it was trying to aim at a bobbing and weaving target.  Dee's eyes
bounced up and down in her head as she watched it.

   She apparently got frustrated because she shouted "Get the damn things
OFF!".  Bobby kicked off the shoes without untying them and then tugged the
wet jeans off.  His socks were wet from the water running along the floor
toward the drain.

   So there he was, standing there, naked, with soggy white socks on, and
his thoroughly wet but astonishingly beautiful Aunt was standing about the
length of, say, a horse penis away from him, totally naked.

   She stared at him, wild eyed for a few seconds, and then looked around,
like she was looking for something.  The room was bare except for an old
wooden chair that was by the door.  It was probably there so you could sit
down to take off your boots, or something like that.

   Well, Aunt Dee grabbed that chair and put it right under the spray of
water that was coming from the shower head she'd turned on.  Then she
grabbed Bobby's elbow.  He thought he'd lose an arm; she grabbed it so
hard. She pushed him down onto the chair and he looked up at her, not
understanding what she was doing as warm water cascaded on his chest.  Then
she straddled the chair, facing him and he suddenly knew what she was going
to do.  She bent over and peered between her legs, reaching down there and
grabbing that not-limp part of him that was mentioned earlier.

   Then she aimed it where she wanted it, and just sat down on him like all
the bones in her legs had just dissolved.

   Bobby, despite all the lies he told his friends, had never actually done
this before.  He really didn't know what to expect.  Even so, he was
surprised.  All he felt was heat.  She was so slick that there was almost
no friction.  Then he felt the tip of his cock plunge into something
rubbery and her arms went around him as she started howling like a cat in
heat.  Her hips were jerking so hard that the chair was scraping across the
floor and when he looked down he could see the corded muscles in her thighs
working as she used her legs to just fuck his brains out.

   And that's what happened to.  He couldn't think of anything except the
feeling of that hot pussy wrapped all around his prick.  He was, from the
very beginning, in sensory overload.  Her breasts were rubbing all over his
face and her mouth was right by his ear and she was gasping "so close ...
so close ...  awwwww so close."

   She leaned back and through wet hair she looked at him.  It was her
face, but when Bobby looked at it she seemed ...  not quite there, like
some alternate personality had taken over her body.  There was a hunger in
her green eyes that he'd never forget.  Then she leaned forward to kissed
him and he thought he might lose a tooth.  Her kiss was as violent as the
fucking motions she was making.

   He didn't know why he did what he did next.  He's thought about it a
hundred times since, and he can't tell you how he knew to do what he did.
But, for whatever reason, he put his arms around her and stood up.  Aunt
Molly was shorter than Bobby by a good four inches, and her feet didn't
come anywhere near touching the floor.  He had his hands on her ass, but
she was wet and slippery and hard to hold on to.  He didn't know it then,
but what he ended up doing was suspending her on his prick.  Her eyes
opened wide and her mouth opened too, but nothing came out right then.  He
staggered as she wiggled, and he kept taking steps until he put her back up
against the wall.

   Then it was Bobby who was straining his thigh muscles as he humped
upward, eerily like the stallions he'd watched had done ...  humping
upward, with straining legs.  He was crushing her clit and cramming his
cock just as deep in her as it was possible to cram.  That rubbery thing
he'd been prodding sort of slid all around the tip of his dick, like two
lips kissing it, and sucking the tip a little.

   That was it for Bobby.  Stick a fork in him ...  he was done!  His balls
gave a lurch and his prick started belching cum.  It wasn't quite a
fire-hose situation ...  not like that horse anyway, but he felt like his
whole body was going to be compressed and spurted out through his own dick.
He gave her two more humps as his cock sprayed its last and then he felt
HER stiffen up.

   There was the most pitiful sound that came out of her mouth, like you'd
expect somebody to make who was telling a ghost story or something ...  a
yowl that made his spine tingle and the hair on the back of his neck
struggle to stand up even though it was soaked.  Her pussy fluttered and
then squeezed his cock so hard he thought she had teeth down there.

   Then, just like in the breeding pen, she went limp.  If he hadn't been
pressing her against the wall she'd have dropped like a sack of cement.

   Folks, I know this is a bad place, right in the middle of a description
of hot sex, to interrupt, but I just have to.  this is a good place to put
in a plug for your local fireman.  Limp, wet woman is a pure BITCH to try
to carry anywhere.  For that matter limp wet ANYBODY is a trial to move. 
But your local firemen do it on a regular basis, and they do it quite well.
So, next time you're out and about, drop by the local fire house and drop
off some chocolate chip cookies and tell them you're just amazed that they
do all the things they do.  And tell them thanks.  But don't tell them that
Beating Off Bob sent you.  They'll look at you funny.

   Anyway, back to the story.

   Bobby struggled with the woman who had been skewered on his hard prick,
which wasn't hard any more, and about dropped her before he got her over
his shoulder.  He took her into the bunkhouse and laid her down on the
first bed he came to.  He was leaned over her, dripping on her face when
her eyes opened.  They were dreamy looking and she smiled.

   "We shouldn't have done that Bobby." she said, sounding just as happy as
a lark.

   "Oh" said Bobby.  What else do you say when you've lost your virginity
in a whirlwind of violent, mindless, but amazingly, satisfying, hot sex?

   "Your mother will just horsewhip me if she finds out." She didn't sound
so happy now.  "And Tom ...  Oh boy ...  Tom would be pissed as hell."

   "Um ...  how 'bout we don't tell anybody it happened." Bobby suggested.

   A tear formed in the corner of her eye.  "I couldn't help myself" she
moaned.

   Bobby did not want his Aunt to start bawling.  They were both naked,
still wet, and the only clothing they had was wet too and lying all over
the floor of the shower room.  If anybody came in now, and she was crying,
Bobby was quite sure there would be an old time Western necktie party
before he could explain what had happened.  If he COULD explain what had
happened.

   "Hey" he said soothingly and touched her cheek.  "It will be fine. 
Everything's going to be OK.  Let's just find something to wear and get
cleaned up.  We can talk about it later.  Are you OK?" He peered at her,
beginning to think maybe she had hit her head or something.  She was acting
VERY strangely, after all.

   The honest care in his voice convinced Diedre that she hadn't warped her
nephew, and that he didn't hate her.  She felt a rush of emotion for him
and giggled, seeing as how it was a little late to be feeling this
particular emotion.  She reached up and pulled his face to hers for a kiss
on the lips.

   "Thank you" she said when the kiss was over.  "Thank you for what you
did in there" her eyes darted toward the shower room "and for caring about
me.  You're a good boy Bobby." A mild wince creased her face.  "No, you're
a good MAN Bobby.  I'm sorry.  I'm still a little shaky."

   She got up and, together, they raided footlockers and hooks on the walls
to get clothing enough to wear back to the house.  They went barefoot, and
Aunt Dee made them stop at the breeding pen long enough to put the mare and
stallion away.

   Then they limped through the dust to the house.

   "What in the world happened to you two?" came Cathy's voice as they
entered the back door of the kitchen.  "Your hair is all wet!  And where in
the world did you get those clothes?" She had been making dough for hot
rolls and her hands were white with flour.  She dusted them off and grabbed
a towel.  "Are you both all right?  What happened?"

   Dee raised a hand.  "There was an accident in the breeding pen.  The ...
um ...  disinfectant got all over us.  It can ...  um ...  burn if you
leave it on, so I made Bobby take a shower in the bunkhouse.  Our clothes
got splashed too, so we borrowed some of the men's things to wear back
here. Really, Cathy, it's fine.  We'll just get cleaned up and everything
will be OK."

   Cathy looked at her son to make sure he wasn't injured.  He had an odd
look on his face, but he smiled and said "I'm fine mom."

   =======================================

   Lunch was quiet.  Aunt Dee had changed into her own clothing, as had
Bobby and both had difficulty deciding whether to look at each other ... 
or NOT look at each other.  As a result there were furtive glances shared
between them fairly frequently.  It didn't help that Molly and Megan were
there.  They had come back from town, the truck bed full, and were going to
have to make another trip that afternoon.

   Neither Molly nor Megan noticed those darting glances.

   But Cathy did.  She knew her sister, and those glances told her that
something had happened between the two of them.  She didn't know what it
was, but curiosity about it niggled at her.

   "So how did the breeding go?" she asked.

   Bobby's head shot up and there was a fleeting look of horror on his
face. He naturally assumed his mother was talking about his ...  breeding
...  of his aunt.

   Dee too was upset and she blushed.  "Fine!" she barked.  "It went fine.
Other than that one ...  incident, everything was just great." She stuffed
a forkful of salad in her mouth.

   Cathy's eyes narrowed.  "So tell me about this accident." she said, as
if it were just normal chatter.  "How can you use this stuff around the
horses if it's so dangerous?" Cathy did not know exactly what went on in
the breeding pen.  As far as she knew, you put two horses together and
nature would take over.

   Dee covered her mouth with her hand and made exaggerated chewing
motions, pantomiming that she couldn't talk just then.  Bobby looked
blankly between his mother and his aunt.  He didn't know what to expect and
was still a little in shock from the stress of losing his virginity in such
an unplanned and violent manner.  Most guys dream and plan and finagle
about which girl will be their first.  And, while Bobby had spurted quite a
bit of semen into tissues and his underwear thinking about his lovely aunt,
he hadn't really thought anything would come of it.  Nor was he prepared
for the overwhelming rush of emotions he was still feeling.

   Cathy looked at his blank face and the unused fork in his hand.  Then
she began eating, as if her question had, in fact, been answered.  She kept
that up, along with some small talk, primarily with the two girls, until
they took their plates to the counter and wiggled out of the room.

   "OK, the girls are gone.  What happened?" asked Cathy in a voice that
said she wanted answers.

   Dee looked stricken.  "Nothing" she said.  Gone was the confident woman
of the world, the ranch matron who put terror into the hearts of big strong
men when they screwed something up.  Dee reacted like the little sister she
was.

   Cathy's head swiveled to her son.  "Bobby?"

   He ducked his head and suddenly was very hungry.

   "Somebody's going to tell me what's going on." said Cathy.

   Actually it was Bobby who staved her off.  He had been thinking about
what happened, and was smart enough to realize that things had gotten out
of control because of his aunt's passion.  He suddenly visualized his
mother, sitting on the stool, her wet hands wrapped firmly around a two
foot penis.

   "Mom" he said firmly.

   She had been trying to stare at Dee, but Dee was interested in her plate
too.  She turned her head once more to her son.

   "After lunch ...  when we start again." He took a breath.  "You need to
be there to help us."

   Dee's head snapped up, hurt evident on her face.  She assumed he wanted
a chaperone, so that nothing could happen again ...  that he felt
victimized by what had happened.

   Bobby went on.  "I think you'll understand why we're acting ... 
different.  I mean if you help us you'll understand.  Really Mom, I think
you need to help us this afternoon."

   He looked at his aunt, his eyes pleading.  She got it then, and relaxed.
Yes, that WOULD be the best way to explain what had happened.  Once Cathy
saw what was happening during the breeding, then they could explain that
things had gotten carried away.

   Cathy looked at each of them.  "OK.  I'll do that.  I was going to bake
some pies, but I want to know what's gotten you two all ...  weird."

   After that the mood lightened and Dee actually smiled several times. 
Cathy kept a close eye on both of them as they ate dessert, but the tension
that had been evident between them was gone.

   ==========================================

   On the way to the barn Dee explained to Cathy how things would be
working.  "OK, We bring in the mare and hobble her so she can't run.  Then
somebody controls the stallion - I used to do that all the time while Tom
did the ...  other part.  I'll get to that.  Anyway, once the Stallion is
ready, we lead him to her and then, if we're lucky, she's receptive and he
mounts her.  Once he's done - that happens quickly - then we separate them.
He goes back to the stud barn, and she goes to her stall in the mare barn.
We want her to remain calm and still.  It helps the ...  process.

   "I still don't understand what got you two all riled up." said Cathy.

   "You will" said Dee under her breath.  "What I want you to do is help
prep the stallion.  Bobby, go get Bruiser.  He's the big Arabian in stall
seven."

   While Bobby was gone Dee took her sister to the mare barn and brought
out a beautiful gray Arabian mare.  They took her to the breeding pen and
hobbled her.

   Bobby came leading Bruiser and told Cathy to get the little three legged
stool that was lying on its side on the ground.  Then Dee filled the bucket
with water and squirted disinfectant in it from a plastic bottle.

   "Hold him tight" said Dee as Bruiser smelled the female horse and tried
to prance.  "Now, Cathy, you're going to sit there" she pointed to the
stool, "and disinfect Bruiser's penis.  That gets rid of bacteria and helps
Bruiser get ...  ready.  You just wash him off and then kind of squeegee
off the excess fluid with your hands.  Tom has always been the one to do
this in the past.  I did it this morning, though, and it's not hard."

   She blushed as she said "not hard."

   Cathy took the rag out of the bucket and bent down to look under
Bruiser.

   "Oh my word" she said.  She stood back up and looked at Dee, her eyes
round.  "You've GOT to be joking."

   "I did six of them this morning." said Dee simply.  Bruiser started
trying to prance again.  "You need to hurry." she urged her sister down.

   Cathy sat on the stool and reached under the horse.

   "Oh my WORD!" she moaned.  "I can't BELIEVE I'm doing this!"

   Dee continued her tutorial.  "Now, once you've gotten it all wet, wrap
your hands around it at the base and slide them toward the tip.  That will
sluice all the disinfectant off of it.  Then we can let him mount Daisy.

   Cathy's upturned face stared at Dee.  "Wrap my hands ...  around it?"
she said, her mouth going slack.

   "And use them to slide and get it more or less ...  dry." said Dee. 
"That will also make sure Bruiser is ...  fully erect.

   There was movement that could be seen in Cathy's shoulders and she made
a sound in her throat.  Then she stood up and stepped back, holding her
hands out away from her.

   "Let him go" said Dee to Bobby.

   Bruiser knew exactly what to do, and Daisy was more than ready to let
him.  His front hooves landed lightly on her back and he hopped forward on
his hind legs.

   Cathy made another sound in her throat as two feet of rock solid horse
penis slid endlessly into wet sounding horse vagina.  Once it was all the
way in Bruiser humped three times, tensed and then fell backwards.  He
hadn't gotten all his semen in her, and one long shot of it splatted in the
dust under his belly.  His penis hung down, almost to the ground.

   Bobby and Dee turned to look at Cathy.  One hand was over her right
breast, squeezing.  Her mouth was open and her eyes were a little glazed.

   Dee said "You ready to do another one Cathy?"

   Cathy's eyes cleared.  "Oh my word." she said softly.  She looked at
Dee. "You did SIX this morning?"

   "Six." said Dee.  "And on the last one I sort of ...  forgot to stop.  I
mean I don't remember all of it, but something happened and he ejaculated
and it got all over us and all I could think of was getting it off of us,
and the shower was there and we were both naked and ..." She had to take a
breath.

   Cathy looked at her son.  At this point he was no longer inhibited by
what had happened.  He had seen what this did to his mother too, and now he
knew that what had happened had been because of something bigger than all
of them.  He stood tall, his head up.

   Cathy pointed at the stallion, standing docile, now that he had
satisfied his lust.  "And Bobby did ...  THAT ...  to you!?"

   Dee blushed.  "Well ...  yes, I guess he did.  I mean he's not quite
that big of course, but ...  we just got carried away Cathy."

   Cathy shuddered as she thought about her son's long, hard prick sliding
into this woman's body and going off.  She felt an insane urge to let him
do that to her too.  She turned and stalked out of the pen.

   "I've heard enough.  I don't want to hear any more.  I have to go do
something." she announced as she left.  What she had to go do was find
something wide and long to stick in her pussy so she could cum and get rid
of these alien feelings that had suddenly washed over her.

   Dee turned back to Bobby.  "Well, I suppose that went as well as could
be expected.  But we have to get these mares mated Bobby.  What are we
going to do?"

   Bobby didn't know quite what to say.  "I guess we'll just have to try it
again.  You know ...  just DO it." He didn't catch the double entendre ...
but Dee did.

   Dee took a deep breath, which didn't do Bobby any good as her breasts
filled her blouse out nicely.  "OK, we can do this.  I know we can.  I
don't suppose YOU could sterilize the studs this afternoon?" She looked at
her tall nephew.

   Bobby shook his head.  "No way Aunt Dee." He felt bad that he couldn't
bring himself to stroke a horses cock for his aunt.  "But I'll try to talk
to you and keep your mind off of what you're doing, OK?"

   She nodded tersely and told him to go get the next stallion.

   This time, when Dee washed the long hard cock in her hands, Bobby talked
to her like he was teaching her how to do it.  He told her just how long to
wash it, and then to put the rag back in the bucket.  He told her to let go
and he led the stud to the mare.  The stallion mounted the mare and filled
her with his cock, inseminating her and falling back.  Dee was panting
again as she led the mare to her stall.

   The next time Bobby had to pull Dee off the stallion's cock.  The only
way he could do that was to reach through her arm pits and pull her back.
There was just no way he could do that without ending up with his hands
full of her breasts.  She stumbled to her feet and pressed back against
him, grinding her butt into his hardon.  The stallion found his way to the
mare and bred her.  Bobby held his aunt, his hands still covering her
breasts as they watched the mare get bred.

   The next time Bobby barely got Dee off the horses two foot cock before
it exploded.  Again he had to pull her off and again, he cupped her full
braless tits to do it.  She turned in his arms and her eyes were wild
again.

   "I have to have you" she panted.  "I know it's wrong, but I have to.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes" he husked.  He needed her too.

   They didn't go anywhere outside the barn this time.  She dragged him to
a stall that was full of hay bales and spread out a tarp on the loose hay
that was on the floor.  Both of them stripped naked in almost no time and,
accompanied by the whinny of a mare being bred, Dee accepted Bobby's cock
into her body again.  He covered her, pressing her down, pinning her to the
ground with his spike and she loved it.  She made noises ...  happy
demanding noises ...  telling him to go deeper, then harder as she neared
her apex, then crying out for his seed to be delivered to her womb.

   It was as his prick gushed Dee full to overflowing with his hot virile
seed that Molly and Megan walked onto the scene.  They had been about ready
to go into town again, but needed to ask a question.  When they went to ask
Cathy, she was locked in the bathroom moaning.  When they knocked the
moaning stopped and she yelled that she was OK, and that Dee was down in
the breeding pen.  So they went there to get the answer about whether or
not oats needed to be picked up.

   The first thing they saw was the stallion, just finishing in the mare.
He backed up and dropped to the ground, at which time his enormous cock
drooped down, dripping, almost touching the ground while the mare stood
contentedly.  Megan froze at the shock of seeing that impressive penis. 
Molly had seen them before, but never dripping semen.

   Hearing MORE moaning and now being more curious than ever, they located
the source of the sounds and peered into the stall.

   Both girls knew exactly what they were looking at.  They didn't know, at
first, who the man was who was lying on top of Dee, but they could clearly
see his thick prick sawing in and out of her and her voice and the things
she was saying made it crystal clear that she was doing this not only
voluntarily, but with great appreciation for the man's efforts.

   Their first clue that the man on top was actually Bobby was when he
grunted "Ohhh aunt Dee, I've gotta cum." and they recognized his voice.

   Dee's ecstatic squeal of "Yessssss!  Oooo it's sooo hot", along with the
way she humped her hips up off the ground, made it quite clear that the
mare in the stall wasn't the only one that was getting a vagina full of
sperm this day.  Both girls felt their pussies clench as a ring of white
built up around Bobby's cock as his cum leaked out of his aunt's pussy and
coated his cock.

   "MOM!" squealed Molly.

   "BOBBY!" yelled Megan.

   Diedre looked up in horror and shame at the astonished face of her
daughter and niece.

   Bobby craned his head around to look at his sister and cousin.

   "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" yelled Molly.

   Bobby leapt to his feet and turned to face the girls.  They both stared
as they were treated to the sight of a SECOND sperm-covered, dripping
penis, still half hard, long and drooping as it waved in the air.  In the
minds of both girls they compared it to the drooping dripping penis they'd
just seen on the stallion as it had been pulled from the mare.  Their eyes
then snapped automatically to the open legs of the woman lying on the tarp,
and to the gaping wet vaginal opening that was gushing Bobby's white cum as
she struggled to sit up and her muscles tightened, forcing that viscous
spermy fluid out of her pussy.

   Molly's hand went out in a warding posture, as if she could push the
sight or the boy away from her.  She took a step backward.

   Megan yelled again, parroting Molly.  "BOBBY!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

   Bobby raised his hands "I ...  I ...  the horses ...  we couldn't help
it."

   Megan had seen the lump in her brother's pants on numerous occasions,
and had even taken great glee in making that lump grow.  Now she suddenly
saw the logical conclusion to her play and it shook her to her core. 
Emotions of varying kinds flashed through her as she gasped for air.  There
was shock, and dismay, and longing, followed quickly by anger, which was
replaced with strange streaks of lust.  To her astonishment she settled
finally on jealousy that her beautiful aunt got to feel that lump inside
her.  She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.

   Diedre struggled to her feet and immediately began to dress.  She threw
Bobby's shirt at him and he caught it automatically.  Then he too began to
dress.  The girls milled around outside the stall, bumping into each other,
but, for some reason, not leaving the barn.

   Finally Dee was decent and, head held high she walked out of the stall.
She grabbed her daughter's arm.  Molly tried to pull away, but Dee barked.

   "Go get Dunbar 409 and bring him here on a halter." she ordered.  Dunbar
409 was one of their prize Arabian stallions.  "Go on.  Do it!" she ordered
again.  Molly stumbled off to the stud barn.

   "You stay right here." she told Bobby and Megan.  "Don't either of you
go anywhere!  I'll be right back." She left, her long stride showing she
was agitated.

   Bobby and Megan stood uncertainly, looking at each other, but neither
one wanted to try to start a conversation.

   Dee got back first.  She had a beautiful gray horse with her.  She was a
mare and was almost dainty, with slim hocks and legs and an arching neck.
While the quarter horses were chunky and muscular, this horse was
streamlined and slim.

   "This is Gray Lady.  We're boarding her while she gets with foal.  She
belongs to the wife of a mining manager over in Montana.  You, Megan, are
going to learn how to breed horses."

   "But I don't know anything!" whined Megan.  "I don't know what to do!"

   "Neither does my daughter" said Dee.  "But you're both going to learn.
Right now.  Today."

   Just then Molly showed back up with a larger, but similarly proportioned
stallion that was prancing around like it was trying to show off.  Dee took
the mare into the breeding pen and hobbled her.  Then she told Molly to
bring Dunbar 409 into the pen.

   "Bobby, you hold his halter, like before.  Girls, YOU are going to prep
this stallion."

   "I've never done this mom" complained Molly.

   "I know that.  That's why you have to do it right now.  Now, both of
you, squat down here.  Molly, hand me that bucket.  Megan, you kneel right
here.  OK, girls, here's what you have to do."

   With that she launched into instructions, telling both girls to perform
each part of the prepping process.  Bobby stood, his muscles needed to hold
the horse steady.  He was either unhappy about what was happening under
him, or enjoying it immensely, but in either case, he wanted at that mare.

   Bobby heard gasps from the two girls as they performed their tasks, and
a number of words that neither girl would be allowed to say in public, but
at this particular time Dee didn't correct either of them.  Bobby realized
she wanted both girls to get the full effect of stoking a two foot long
rock hard penis.  He began to think it was taking a long time when suddenly
there were squeals and shrieks from under the horse.  Dunbar 409 sighed and
relaxed.  Molly and Megan both appeared, one on each side of the excited
stallion.  Both were holding their hands out to their sides and moaning.

   And both were wet.

   Diedre had allowed the horse to finish on them.  Bobby found out later
that, when she knew he was about to ejaculate, Dee had grabbed his penis
and aimed it first at her own daughter, and then at Megan.  But for now
Bobby led the now sedate horse away from the three women.  He heard Dee's
harsh voice ring out.

   "And THAT'S why you saw us doing what we were doing.  Now, both of you,
go get cleaned up.  We'll talk about this more at supper.  Go on ...  GIT!"

   Both girls ran from the barn, still squealing.

   But their squeals sounded more like excitement than anything else.

   Somehow, Diedre and Bobby managed to get through four more breedings
that afternoon.  The managed to do it without stripping their clothes off
and breeding themselves.  Twice Dee clasped her tall, strong nephew to her
and kissed him hotly, pushing him away to go get the next mare.  And
somehow, he seemed to know that she didn't want to lose control again, so
he clamped down on his own passions.

   By suppertime they were both so emotionally drained that their feet
dragged as they went up to the house to clean up for supper.

   ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Molly and Megan, always fast friends, had run squealing and then giggling
to the house, slamming through the door and down the hall to the bathroom
door, which was now open.  Cathy, back in the kitchen, but still barely
settled after masturbating for the better part of half an hour in the
bathroom, heard their noisy entry, but didn't look up from her work to see
what all the uproar was about.

   The girls were at once horrified to be covered with horse spunk, and
turned on more than either of them had ever been before.  The memory of
that iron hard velvety thing, and their hands sliding along it over and
over again had made sure that, even if nothing else had gotten wet, their
pussies had.  And, in a strange kind of way, the horse semen made their
pussies even wetter.  Still, they both wanted to get their wet blouses off
and they did so at the same time.  Molly reached into the shower and turned
it on.  By the time they'd been in the bathroom exactly two minutes, both
girls stood naked, their nipples spiked and the insides of their thighs
shiny and wet.  Both felt ...  soiled in some way and itched to get into
the water.

   "You go first" said Molly, her training about how to treat guests even
stronger than her own feelings at the moment.

   "No, you go first." came back Megan, who wanted to rub her pussy and
couldn't if Molly was watching her, waiting for the shower.

   Molly solved the problem by grabbing Megan's hand and pulling her into
the shower with her.  Molly grabbed the soap and tried to break it in half,
but it didn't work.  Instead it slipped out of her hands and fell with a
thump to the floor of the shower.

   "Damn!" she said, trying to squat down to find it.  It was too crowded
though, and her face ended up right by Megan's pussy.  Molly had the
strangest urge to lick that pussy, but fought it down.  She was astonished
at the urge.  She got out of the shower and reached in to retrieve the
soap.

   "We'll have to share" she said, getting back in.  She handed the soap to
Megan.

   Megan, not understanding exactly, assumed she was supposed to soap up
Molly's back, which was now turned toward her.  She ran the soap over
Molly's shoulders and back, then worked it in with her free hand while she
handed the soap to Molly over her shoulder.  Molly tensed up at the feel of
her cousin's hand at first, then relaxed as she was handed the soap.  She
soaped up her breasts and stomach while Megan washed her back.  When she
turned around, Megan did too, and the process was repeated.  Megan, though,
was too horny to wait any longer and after a cursory washing of her
breasts, she got her hand soapy and slid it between her legs.  Her finger
entered her pussy and she pulled upward to put pressure on her clit.  Then
she began fingerfucking herself with a vengeance.

   "Ohhhhhh" she moaned as she began feeling the pleasure.

   "What?" asked Molly.

   Megan bent forward so she could reach her pussy better and Molly saw
what she was doing.

   "MEGAN!" gasped Molly.

   "I can't help it!" moaned Megan.  "I feel so horny!"

   Molly did too, but had tried to push it back.  Now that her friend was
rubbing off though, she let go of her control and grabbed the soap.  Soon
both girls were almost squatting as the water cascaded over them and they
fingerfucked themselves.

   "Mmmmmmm" moaned Molly as she felt herself getting close.

   "Ahhhhhhh" chimed in Megan as she felt the first twinges of what she
knew would make her pussy squirt.

   Then, like they had done everything all day, the two girls orgasmed at
almost the same time.  Each cried out as the water pelted down on them and
their pussies squelched, their juices running out of them to be washed down
the drain.  They ended up leaned toward each other and then, suddenly they
were hugging.  And then, to the astonishment of both, their lips touched
and they kissed a long, wet, slippery kiss that took both girls breath
away.

   Almost as one they pushed away from each other.  Wide eyes stared into
each other's and they panted, trying to understand the feelings they were
having.  Finally Molly pushed the curtain back and stepped out.  Megan
turned off the water and, as she got out of the cubicle, Molly tossed her a
towel.

   The girls dried themselves off first, then wrapped towels around their
wet hair.  Finally Molly spoke.

   "What do you suppose THAT was?" she asked

   "I don't know" admitted Megan.  "Nothing like that has ever happened to
me."

   "Me either" agreed Molly.  "What do you think about it?"

   "I don't know." said Megan.  "Are we lesbians?"

   "I don't FEEL like a lesbian" said Molly.

   "I don't know what a lesbian feels like, so how do you know you don't
feel like one?" asked Megan.

   Molly felt a surge of panic.  She didn't want to be a lesbian, but that
kiss had sure been interesting.  Suddenly she smiled.  "Remember what Bobby
was doing to Mom in the barn?  I know I'm not a lesbian because I wouldn't
mind it one little bit if he did that to me." she announced with pleasure.

   "Oh!" yipped Megan, who also didn't want to be a lesbian, but who had
also enjoyed that kiss a great deal.  "OK, I understand.  That means I'm
not a lesbian either!" The thought of her brother's penis entering her body
wasn't horrifying at all, and she just knew it WOULD be if she were a
lesbian.

   Molly, however, assumed that Megan felt about Bobby like she did. 
"You'd let your own BROTHER do it to you?" she asked, her voice displaying
her disapproval of that idea.

   "Well no!  I mean that's not what I meant.  It's just that the idea of a
boy doing that to me is kind of exciting.  But not my brother." Megan said
the words, but she wasn't sure she meant them.  If she were alone in the
bathroom right now, and Bobby came in, and started kissing her and touching
her, she didn't think she'd fight too much.  But she couldn't admit that to
her cousin.

   "Oh" said Molly, relieved.  "OK then."

   The girls left the bathroom, still naked, and went to Molly's room,
where they put on fresh clothes.  They no longer felt awkward about what
had happened and chatted as they combed out their wet hair.

   CHAPTER THREE

   Again, supper was a subdued event.  Dee had finally realized that not
only was she not in very good control of her lust when she handled stiff
horse cocks, she also hadn't been thinking about the consequences of her
activities.  When Tom was around she kept a diaphragm handy on the
nightstand, but, of course, her recent orgasms with a man inside her hadn't
taken place in the bedroom.  So it was hitting home that her handsome and
no doubt virile nephew had recently flooded her pussy with virile and
active sperm ...  twice.  While serving up fried potatoes, salad and steak,
she was trying very hard to remember when her last period was so she could
figure out just how much trouble she might be in.

   Cathy's problem was similar in some ways, but very different.  Cathy
hadn't had a cock in her after her experience.  She had masturbated in the
bathroom wildly, at one point sticking three of her long sculptured fingers
into her pussy, but it hadn't helped much.  And now she was horny in a way
she hadn't felt since she was in High School.  She didn't know what she was
going to do, but she knew she couldn't sleep when she felt like this.

   The girls were also thinking about sex.  They remembered the stallion's
long drooping penis, hanging what seemed like almost into the dust, and the
feel of the next stallion's hard penis, and they kept stealing glances at
Bobby because they remembered HIS long drooping ...  and dripping ... 
prick too.  Their masturbatory session had cooled the fires of their
teenage libidos for the moment, but their hormone levels were building
again quickly.

   Bobby was probably the only one at supper who was completely relaxed. 
He'd busted two nuts in his beautiful aunt and both times it had been just
indescribably fantastic.  HIS hormone levels were actually down a bit from
normal.  Still, he was surrounded by lovely women, and it was impossible to
just ignore them all.

   They all said they were tired after supper was over and the dishes
cleaned up.  Bobby was the only one telling the truth, but they all retired
to their bedrooms.

   In Molly's bedroom the girls stood and looked at each other.  They had
slept together in the bed the night before and hadn't thought anything
about it.  Now things were different.

   "So what do you think we should do?" asked Molly, unbuttoning her
blouse.

   "I don't know" answered Megan.

   "Are you still ...  you know ...  horny?" asked Molly.

   "Are YOU?" countered Megan.

   Molly decided it was OK to tell the truth.  She nodded "Yeah" she said.

   Megan looked relieved.  "Me too!"

   Molly said "Why don't we just get in bed and do the same thing we did
before?"

   "You mean the kissing too?" Megan's eyes were wide.

   "No, just the other." replied Molly.

   Which was how both girls ended up, side by side, naked, their hands and
fingers busy between their legs, which were touching.  They both rubbed and
pinched and again, came at almost the same time.  And, in the afterglow of
a nice teen orgasm, they rolled together and hugged.

   Kissing each other this time just seemed normal.

  
==========================================================================

   In another bedroom Cathy's fingers were again busy abusing her clit as
she reached for a cleansing orgasm that would let her sleep.

  
==========================================================================

   In her bedroom Dee looked at a calendar and figured out that her period
had ended exactly thirteen nights past.  She put her hand on her stomach
and wondered what in the world she was going to do.  They still had over
thirty mares to get mated, and if she had to be the one to prep all those
stallions they weren't the only females on the ranch that would end up
pregnant.  Maybe tomorrow she'd just wear her diaphragm all day.  You
weren't supposed to do that, but maybe she would anyway.

  
===========================================================================

   Bobby dropped off as if he'd run four races at the Olympics.

  
===========================================================================
=

   The next morning Dee was up early as usual and she shuff-shuffed to the
kitchen in her slippers, still wearing the overlarge T shirt she had worn
to bed the night before.  She smelled coffee and wondered who had gotten up
before her.  There was a surprise waiting for her in the kitchen.

   "Chance!" she squealed as she saw her son sitting at the table nursing a
cup of joe.

   "Hi Mom.  I thought you might need some help with the breeding ops so I
told them I had to come home for a couple of weeks." He stood up grinning
and held his arms out to his mother.  She was five inches shorter than he
was and it was like a weed waving in the wind and hitting an oak tree, but
she rushed into his embrace.

   "I'm SO glad you're home!" said Dee into his chest.  "You just have no
idea how glad I am to see you." She was thinking that, perhaps, she might
get out of this deal with the remains of her honor after all.  "When did
you get here?"

   "Oh, probably an hour ago.  I drove all night so I could get here in
time to help today.  I stopped along the way for a couple of hours of
sleep, so I really feel pretty good."

   Dee was beside herself with relief.  "Well thanks for doing that. 
You're a lifesaver."

   Chance heard the tension in her voice.  "What's wrong Mom?  I saw Aunt
Cathy's car outside, so they must be here.  Aren't they helping?"

   "Oh yes." she assured him.  "They've only been here a couple of days,
and we've gotten plenty of work done, but its ...  difficult." She couldn't
tell him what had happened.

   "Well," said Chance, thinking she was just worried about getting
everything done with the help of amateurs, "I haven't ever done much in the
breeding pens.  I mean I helped Dad a couple of times, but he usually had
me working the fields.  Isn't Manuel helping you?  He worked with dad a
lot, as I recall."

   "Manuel had to go back home to Mexico.  His wife got sick or something,
and he's not back yet.  I don't even know for sure he's COMING back." said
Dee.  She shuddered to think what she might have done with the fifty year
old hired hand had he been there with her in the breeding pen.  No, she
WOULD have done it, just like she had done it with Bobby.  It had been a
completely overpowering urge and she didn't think it would have mattered
who the male had been.

   "It's OK.  I'm here and I'll help." said Chance firmly.

   That, however, didn't do as much to reassure his mother as he might have
thought.  Dee looked up at her handsome son and knew that she'd do it with
him too if it came to that.  She'd just have to stay away from the breeding
pen.  Or at least find someone else to prep the stallions while she
controlled their heads.

   "We'll talk about it at breakfast.  Why don't you go wake everybody up?"
said Dee as she started thinking about what to put on the table for
breakfast.

   Chance hadn't seen his Aunt Cathy or his cousins for three or four
years. He went to the guest bedroom first and opened it to find his aunt
still sleeping.  She too had slept in a T shirt, though it wasn't an
oversized one.  Her breasts were clearly defined in it, and it had ridden
up to her hips during her tossing sleep.

   She wasn't wearing panties.

   Chance stared at the soft mat of brown hair between her legs.  It did
little to hide her thick pussy lips as she lay with one leg straight and
the other bent at the knee.  He could clearly see her nipples defined
through the shirt too.  Her hair was mussed and she looked a little like
she'd just been fucked.  Chance felt his cock jump in his jeans as he
stared at the lovely woman.  Seeing the sheet she'd kicked off in the night
he gently picked it up and covered her naked loins before leaning over and
kissing her forehead.  Hazel eyes opened, widened and he saw her pupils
constrict.

   "CHANCE!" she cried.  "When did YOU get here?" She sat up in bed and
threw the sheet back, exposing herself again to him.  She noticed about the
same time he stood up and looked away.

   "Oh my" she gasped, pulling the sheet back over her lap.

   "It's OK Aunt Cathy.  I'm all grown up now and I've seen it before."
said Chance in an attempt to lessen her embarrassment.

   Cathy, however, found that her face was right at the level of Chance's
zipper, and there was a most interesting lump behind that zipper.  Her
activity last night hadn't helped any more than her afternoon session had.
She needed a nice, thick, stiff cock inside her.

   Chance turned and said "Breakfast will be ready by the time you get
there." as he walked out the door.  He had to leave, because his cock was
getting stiff again.

   The next door he went through just happened to be his sister's.  He was
even LESS prepared to find two lovely and completely naked young women,
legs and arms in a lover's embrace.  He stopped as if he'd hit a wall, and
backed up, noticing that the girl in bed with his sister had a wonderful
tight round butt.  That couldn't possibly be Megan.  He closed the door and
knocked loudly.  He heard muffled exclamations from inside the room and
grinned.  He opened the door a crack and said "Molly?  It's Chance.  I
snuck home last night.  Can I come in and see my baby sister?"

   "NO!" came the panicked screech from his sister.  "I mean we're not
decent Chance!  Give us a minute.  Megan's here with me."

   So it WAS sweet little Megan whose lily white buttocks he had admired.
He wished now he'd gotten a chance to see the fronts of the naked girls
too.

   "Mom will have breakfast on the table any minute.  I'll see you there."
he shouted into the crack.  He heard bustling girls and closed the door.

   A door down the hall opened and his cousin Bobby's head poked out.

   "That you Chance?" he said in a sleepy voice.

   "Hey Bobby" said Chance.  He was amazed at how Bobby had grown too.  He
wasn't as tall as Chance was, but he was only shorter by maybe an inch. 
Two at the most.  And he had wide shoulders too.  "I decided to come home
and help with the breeding."

   "Thank goodness" sighed Bobby, who wasn't completely at ease with the
thought that he was fucking his aunt.  He loved it, but wasn't at ease with
it.

   Again Chance heard tension in someone's voice when he mentioned the
breeding operation.  What was going on here?

   Breakfast was much more animated than supper had been.  Chance made it
possible to talk about other things and forget the stresses they had all
been under.

   Until it came time to make work assignments for the day.

   Unwittingly, Chance got them all in a panic when he said "OK, today I'll
work in the breeding pens.  Who else is going to help?"

   His mother looked at the ceiling.  The two girls giggled and looked at
each other.  Bobby looked at his plate.  The only person looking AT him was
his Aunt Cathy.

   Something in Cathy snapped.  "I'll do it." she said.

   Bobby's head snapped up, and Diedre turned her eyes to her sister too.

   "Are you sure?" asked Dee.

   "I'll do it." said Cathy firmly.  "You did your turn yesterday.  I'll do
it." "Maybe I could help" said Dee uncertainly.

   "NO!" said Cathy a little too loudly.  "I made a mess of the baking
yesterday afternoon.  You just get your kitchen back in order and do some
baking.  I'll work with Chance."

   "OK" said Dee, again uncertainly.  She turned to the girls.  "Laundry
today girls."

   Both girls moaned at the idea of washing and hanging clothes out on the
line all morning.  But they nodded their heads.

   "How about me?" asked Bobby.

   "Can you change the oil in the tractor and my pickup?" asked his aunt.

   "Sure" he said.

   "OK then, we all have our assignments.  Let's go." said Dee.

  
==========================================================================

   As they walked toward the breeding pen Cathy looked over at her handsome
nephew.  "You've done this before, right?".

   "I helped dad a couple of times.  He always worked under the horses.  I
couldn't bring myself to ...  you know." he said as his boots kicked the
dirt.

   "I have to tell you Chance, prepping those stallions does things to me."
said Cathy.  "I may act a little different than you're used to."

   Chance stopped and looked at his beautiful aunt frankly.  "Look, Aunt
Cathy, you're a beautiful woman, and I have to tell you that if you start
acting ...  different ...  I may start acting ...  different too."

   "Well, it's important that we ...  um behave ourselves.  I think your
mother and Bobby got a little carried away yesterday."

   "My mom was prepping yesterday?" asked Chance, a gleam in his eye.

   "Yes and Bobby was helping her."

   "And you think they ..."

   "I'm pretty sure they did." said Cathy, not wanting to just admit that
his mother acted the slut with his cousin.

   "Wow" he said softly.  Cathy's eyes darted to the front of his jeans and
saw a bulge there that suggested he didn't find that idea all that
horrible.

   They got to the pen and Cathy took out the list of which mares and
stallions were to be mated.  As they started on their first set, Chance
made a suggestion.

   "Maybe if you talked about what you're doing it would make it less ...
you know ..  exciting."

   "OK" said Cathy, sitting on the stool and staring at the first long
thick cock she was going to have to touch today.  "Well, this one is
spotted.  It's kind of mostly white, with splotches of brown on it." She
dipped her hand in the bucket and came out with the rag.  She began washing
the spotted penis.  "It feels silky smooth and it's harder than it looks."
She ran her fingers along the column of stiff horse flesh, leaving it
mostly dry.  "OK, I think he's ready." she said and she backed up off the
stool.

   Chance took the stallion to the hobbled mare and stood back as the
horses completed their act of copulation.  Cathy and Chance watched as that
long penis slid effortlessly into the mare.  Cathy sighed.

   Chance said "You OK?"

   "I'm hornier than a sixteen year old virgin in a dildo factory" said
Cathy.  "Let's do another one."

   They were on their fifth set when Chance had to make Cathy stop stroking
the horse before she jerked him off.  He pulled the stallion to one side as
Cathy gave a little sound of unhappiness that the hard cock was pulled from
her hands.  Chance led the stallion to the mare and let them go.  He turned
and walked toward his Aunt.  "Maybe we need to take a break." he said.

   "Maybe you need to kiss me Chance." said his smoky-eyed aunt.

   "If I kiss you I might want to do some other things too." he said. 
"When I got here this morning I looked into your room to see who was in
there.  Your T shirt had sort of ridden up over your hips.  I appreciated
the view and I'm not sure that kissing you right now is such a good idea."

   Cathy stared up at her handsome nephew.  "You saw my ...  pussy ... 
Chance?" Her hands went to his sides and she slid her hands around to his
back as she embraced him.  "That's OK sweetie.  I'm sure that if you just
kiss me I'll be OK."

   Chance wanted to kiss her.  He wanted to strip her naked and ram his
cock into her.  He kissed her long and hard and they both acted like they
were dating teenagers.  Her hands slid to his buttocks and his flitted all
over the place, touching her everywhere as she wiggled and made herself
available to touch.

   There was noise from across the stall and they looked.  The stallion was
mounting the mare again.

   "Watch them" said Chance as he pulled Cathy's ass into his erection.  He
slid his hands up under her shirt, over her smooth belly skin, to her naked
breasts.  He cupped them and found her nipples with his finger tips.  He
squeezed her nipples and she moaned, her hand darting between them to feel
his hard cock.

   The stallion jumped, his hooves landing on the mare's hindquarters. 
Chance's hands dropped to the fastening of Cathy's jeans and he unbuttoned
them, then unzipped them.  He slid his hand into her pussy and immediately
slicked a finger into her pussy as she writhed, pressing back against him.

   "I'm sooo hot!" she moaned.

   "Take your pants off" he panted.

   Cathy kicked her tennis shoes off without untying them and then reached
down and pulled the legs of her jeans off her feet.  In the process she
showed her naked butt to Chance, like a mare presenting to a stallion.  He
grabbed a horse blanket and draped it over some hay bales and then pushed
her onto it, pressing her breasts into the blanket.  He approached from
behind, just like a stallion and put his hands on her naked hips.  His cock
hurt and he tore his own jeans open, freeing it as he shoved them down to
his knees.

   Cathy craned her neck.  "Yessss put it in me Chance." and she wiggled
her ass at him, reaching her hands back and pulling her ass cheeks open. 
He saw her pussy opening and it was wet.  He nosed his prick tip into her
slick pussy mouth and leaned forward, impaling her on his tool in one
lunge.

   Both of them let out a groan of satisfaction.  Cathy wormed one hand
down to her pussy and began diddling her clit as Chance started making long
slow strokes, his flesh slapping on her jiggling buttocks.

   Cathy had her first orgasm about thirty seconds later.  She started
working on number two immediately and told Chance that he was doing just
wonderfully.  Seven minutes and three more orgasms later Chance gave a long
sigh and said "I can't wait any more Aunt Cathy ...  gonna cum!" He leaned
into her, pinning her to the hay bales, and the tip of his long, thick cock
went off, parked right next to Cathy's cervix.

   When it comes to a man's normal issue of semen, it comes in varying
strengths.  Some writers (like me, for instance) occasionally use silly
terms like "man milk" to describe or identify what comes out of a man's
cock.  If you were to take that idea to extremes, it would work like this:

   Some men produce the equivalent of skim milk, runny and almost clear. 
Then you have your two and four percenters, whose sperm count is
respectably higher.  Those guys you see with six or seven kids and a wife
who smiles all the time?  They shoot whole milk ...  vitamin D fortified
milk, and a woman who lies down with one of them had better want her belly
to bulge if she's not using protection.

   Now some of that is genetic, but a lot of it depends on diet and
exercise, and the general health of a man.  Chance Brooks was in the prime
of his life, healthy as a bull in the prime of ITs life, with bulging
muscles and a body fat index of about seven percent.  Chance didn't produce
four percent or even whole milk.  Chance's balls were filled to overflowing
with raw milk, straight from the cow, cream still in it, thick and rich and
just brimming with perky, interested sperm cells just aching to fertilize
something.

   And when Chance's cock provided a conduit from his balls to his Aunt
Cathy's cervix, what gushed forth into and through that cervix and into her
womb was the most potent stuff her womb had ever been exposed to.  That
womb happily sucked in as much as it could hold and then gave a little
squeeze, pushing it up the attached fallopian tubes, to the egg that was
carelessly descending at the time.  That egg didn't have a chance ...  no
pun intended.  It was punctured by a viable and sturdy swimmer which
immediately fertilized the egg.  That egg, affected by some unknown
pedisposition, began to split, and before it even entered her womb Cathy
was destined to have a multiple birth.

   Not knowing he was already the father of twins, Chance pushed harder and
kept serving up his raw milk to his aunt who was shaking hard in the throes
of her own final teeth-gritting orgasm.

   Neither one knew there were others watching.

   Molly and Megan had gathered all the dirty clothes they could find and
started the first load.  They had found some clean, damp clothes in the
washer, and they talked as they used wooden clothespins to hang these
things up on the four wire clothesline in the back yard.

   Molly spoke first about what they were both thinking about.  "You think
your mom and Chance will do anything in the barn?" she asked her cousin.

   "No way" said Megan confidently.  "My Mom's way too hung up for that
kind of thing."

   "I don't know, she was looking at Chance pretty funny at breakfast."
commented Molly.  "Maybe we should go down to the barn and see if there's
any dirty clothes down there ...  you know ...  that need washing?"

   Megan just grinned.  "I want to see another horse cock too!  Let's go!"

   In truth, neither girl expected to see anything sexy other than a stiff
horse penis, but as they approached they heard Cathy's moans and the
rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh and both girls perked up.  Ever so
carefully they snuck closer until they could peek between fence slats to
see Chance's powerful buttocks slamming his rampant prick into his aunt
from behind.  And when he grunted and said "Awwww gonna cum!" both girls
knew that meant something a lot like that liquid Dee had splashed on them
was being shot up inside Cathy's pussy.

   "Shit" whispered Megan as she saw her mother's slutty welcome of all
that jism.

   The girls held their breath as the two lovers relaxed and Chance stood
back.  He helped pull Cathy up until they were facing each other.  They
looked comical, him with his pants around his knees, her with nothing on
below her waist, and both of them fully clothed from the waist up.  Both
girls got to see his now only half hard prick as it dripped goo and Cathy
hugged him fiercely.

   "Thank you so much" whispered the woman.  "I feel so much better now."
She kissed her nephew.  "Except for the fact that you're probably a father
right now.  You shouldn't have cum in me Chance.

   "I know, but I couldn't resist it Aunt Cathy" he said, kissing her back.
You really think that could have happened?"

   "I'm at the perfect time of the month for it." sighed Cathy.  "And don't
feel bad.  I wanted to feel that thing spurting in me more than you wanted
to spurt."

   "I hope this doesn't get you in trouble with Uncle Rudy." he said.

   "What Uncle Rudy doesn't know happened won't hurt him." said Cathy. 
"Now, we need to get another one done before lunch.  Then this afternoon I
think out goal should be to get four done before you do that to me again."

   The girls looked at each other and wiggled backwards, taking their time,
getting away without being caught.

   "They were doing it DOGGY style!" said Megan, unable to match that up
with her mother.  "And they're gonna do it AGAIN!"

   "I have to rub my pussy right now" said Molly.

   "Yeah, your brother is a hottie.  He's lots more handsome than mine."
said Megan and she unbuttoned her shorts.

   "You're crazy.  Bobby's a hunk!" said Molly.

   Soon both girls had fingers stuck firmly in their pussies as they talked
about what they'd seen.

   "You'd let Chance do that to you too wouldn't you" squealed Molly,
pushing her shorts down to her ankles so she could squat and get another
finger in her pussy.

   "Maybe" huffed Megan.  "And you'd let Bobby stick his peter in you too
wouldn't you Molly?"

   "I think I would" gasped Molly as she added a third finger to the ones
already stroking her clitty.  "Do you think your mom was telling the truth
about Chance making a baby in her?"

   "A BABY!  Ohhhhhhhhhh" moaned Megan and flicked her clitty faster.

   The smell of aroused pussy was heavy on the air as the two girls creamed
on their fingers.

  
===========================================================================
====

   Lunch was quick and informal.  Cathy and Chance arrived to find the
others already eating sandwiches and potato salad.  The smell of baking was
on the air.  When Chance and Cathy sat down Dee noticed that the smell of
sex was on the air too.  She looked over at them.  Had they done what she
and Bobby had done?  Cathy looked way too relaxed and comfortable to have
been stroking hard horse cocks all morning.  She looked at Chance and felt
a mother's pride in how strong and handsome he was.  She looked at Bobby
and felt her pussy get wet.

   As soon as lunch was over everyone scattered back to their tasks.

  
===========================================================================
==

   Bobby had changed the oil not only in the pickup and tractor, but also
in the lawn tractor and the push mower too.  He liked working with his
hands and the tool shed, where he performed this work was quiet and
peaceful.  He thought long and hard about what had happened with his aunt.
Neither of them had actually intended for anything to happen, and he was
still amazed at how much he had needed to shove his stiff cock into her,
and at how delighted she was when he did so.

   He was on his back under the pickup, just about to remove the oil drain
plug when he heard someone come into the shed.

   "Bobby?" came his aunt's voice.

   "Under here" he said.

   "Oh there you are" said Dee.  "I just came to check on you to see if you
needed anything.  How are you getting along?"

   "Fine" he said.  He wiggled out, toward her and ended up splayed on his
back, looking up at her.  Sunbeams cut the light dust in the shed and
highlighted her curves.  "You're so beautiful." he sighed, not really
meaning to say it out loud.

   Dee's face softened.  "You know how to win a girl's heart, I'll tell you
that Bobby Tanner." She squatted.  "You make me horny Bobby." she said
bluntly.

   "Me too" said the boy.  "I mean I can't stop thinking about it."

   Dee looked over her shoulder.  "We can't right now.  I'll come check on
you tonight ...  in your bedroom.  OK?"

   "Promise?" asked the teenaged boy.

   "Oh yeah." she said, her voice low and sultry.

  
==========================================================================

   By suppertime Cathy and Chance had finished six more mares and Cathy was
a wreck.  She had forced herself to keep from giving in to her lust, but
she knew it was a lost cause.  Her breathing was shallow and rapid.  She
felt hot and flushed.  She wanted Chance to breed her again.  She told him
so in the most plain of terms.

   "I need that beautiful cock of yours in me again." she said bluntly,
turning to embrace him.

   "I'd love nothing better, but we don't really have time." he said sadly.

   "Tonight then!" said Cathy.  "Come to my bedroom tonight."

   "I'll be there." said Chance and he kissed his aunt deeply.

  
=========================================================================
Supper that night was a little more toward normal.  Dee had baked pies and
fresh bread, which, combined with green beans, fresh corn and steak,
everyone tore into with gusto.

   "So how did it go in the pens?" asked Dee, looking toward her son and
her sister, who were sitting side by side.

   Cathy blushed.  "We got six more mares done."

   "Really, so you were HARD at it." teased Dee.

   Chance looked up at his mother seriously.  "Yeah, and I think we got
just as much done as you and Bobby did."

   Now it was Dee's turn to blush.  She was thinking about what she hoped
she would be doing with Bobby in a few hours.

   "Maybe it would be better if all of us worked in the breeding pen." said
Dee, half to herself.

   "What do you mean?" asked Cathy.

   "Well, I mean look what it does to us.  I just thought that maybe if we
were ALL down there ...  you know, sharing the ...  duties ...  that maybe
that would help." Dee looked at her sister helplessly.

   Cathy was at that same uncomfortable place her sister was.  Both of them
had cheated on their husbands, and with their nephews at that.  They felt
guilty about it.  But both of them were looking forward to cheating on
their husbands AGAIN in an hour or two, and weren't about to put a halt to
that.  On the other hand, if they were all together, it would be impossible
to break down and fuck like rabbits.

   "Maybe you're right." said Cathy.

   "OK then, we'll all turn out in the morning for breeding duty." said
Dee.

   There was more chit chat, though everyone except the girls seemed to
yawn a lot and talk about what a tough day it had been, and about how good
bed would feel.  It wasn't too surprising then, when after dinner
activities were curtailed early and people started saying goodnight.  The
girls wanted to stay up but Dee insisted they go to bed.  "You're both
going to have a long hard day tomorrow, and you need your rest.

   Both girls giggled when she said "long hard day", but they went to their
room.  As they got undressed Molly said "I'm not wearing a nightgown
tonight."

   Megan looked at her and dropped her top.  "OK, me neither."

   The two girls got into bed naked.  Molly turned to her cousin.  "We're
gonna get to feel hard horse cocks tomorrow!" she said.  "That makes me hot
just thinking about it."

   "Me too" said Megan.  "I'm so hot I could kiss you again."

   "Really?  Me too" whispered Molly.

   In seconds the two girls were kissing and pressing their nubile teenaged
bodies up against one another.  It wasn't long before Molly's finger was in
Megan's pussy and Megan's finger was in Molly's pussy.  And it wasn't long
before they both came hard, lips pressed together, tangled up in the
covers.

   An hour later a floorboard creaked as Chance stepped on it, approaching
Cathy's room.  He opened the door and slipped inside.  She moved in the bed
and a dim light came on next to the bed.

   She was naked.

   He had on only briefs and those dropped to the floor before he took two
more steps.  He was hard as stone and her eyes glittered as he approached
her.  He stood over the bed, drinking in her breasts, with their hard
nipples, and the patch of brown hair he'd seen the morning before.  Her
legs spread as he looked there and she whispered.  "Hurry."

   He kneed up onto the bed and settled between her thighs as her hand came
and found him.

   "Ohhh yes." she hissed, bringing the tip to her pulsing pussy.

   With one long thrust Chance bored in as Cathy cooed her appreciation for
him and thrust her hips up to get all of him in her she could.

   He soaked for a while and then rubbed her with his body, his pubes
mixing with hers as he flattened her clit and she whined.  Her pussy pulsed
and squeezed as she came and clasped him to her.  He gave her little kisses
on her cheek and neck and then whispered "Should I cum in you again Aunt
Cathy?  I'm ready to shoot.  You want my cum?"

   "Ohhhh yeessssssss" she hissed again and he let his nectar flow into her
in long pulsing jets that made him sure his whole body was being sucked
through his prick and shot into her body.

   When it was over Chance was surprised ...  and delighted ...  to find
that he was still mostly hard.  He began to fuck his aunt in earnest.

   Down the hall Bobby heard noises and thought his Aunt Dee must be doing
something before coming to see him.  He left his reading light on at the
head of the bed so he could see her when she got there.  His look of
surprise when she slipped through the door was because he still heard the
noises that had been going on.

   Dee was panting and wore only panties.  Her breasts were heaving and her
nipples were stiff.

   "You hear them?" she whispered as she dropped her panties and leaned
over to swallow his cock whole.  She raised her head up off his cock,
precum strung between her lips and the tip of his prick.  "That's your
mother and my son." she whispered, going down on him again.  She came up
and smacked her lips.  "Your cousin is in there fucking your mother."

   "No!" said Bobby, unable to picture in his mind his mother, doing the
same things he did with Aunt Dee.

   "Trust me" said Dee as she climbed up on top of him and sank down on his
stiff rod.  "Mmmmm I need this." she moaned as she began to rock on him.

   "My mother?" gasped Bobby as his prick suddenly shot sperm into his
Aunt's pussy.

   "Mmmm that turns you on Bobby?" smiled Dee, soaking up all his jizz and
continuing to rock and rub her clit on his pubes.

   Bobby pulled her down to suck on one of her nipples.  "I can go again in
a minute." he whispered.

   "I know sweetie ...  I know." said Dee.

   In the other bedroom Chance was also nursing his aunt, sucking at her
nipples like a starving baby as he slithered his rod in and out of her
sopping pussy.  He'd shot off in her twice now, and was getting ready for a
third round as she trembled under him.

   "What are you going to do if I knock you up?" he whispered just before
he kissed her lips.

   She kissed him back hotly.  "I'm going to have a beautiful baby, that's
what I'm going to do."

   Meanwhile Bobby stuffed his Aunt Diedre's womb chock full of sticky,
gooey sperm.  There was now an egg in that womb too, and Bobby's sperm was
just as active and excited and dangerous as Chance's was.  In the time it
took them to catch their breath, nuzzling and kissing softly, there were
two pregnant women in the house.

  
===========================================================================

   The boys slept with their aunts the rest of the night.  Both women had
decided that it was silly to try to pretend about something that everyone
knew about.  And the boys really did wear out their older lovers.  In fact,
the two teenaged girls were the first ones up in the morning, bouncy and
happy from their orgasm induced sleep.  They left the room together after
putting on T shirts and panties and went to the kitchen.

   "Wow, where is everyone?" commented Molly.

   "Your mom's usually up by now." said Megan.

   They went looking, first to Dee's bedroom, where the bed was made and no
one was there.

   "Maybe she's outside." said Megan.

   "No she'd at least have breakfast on the stove or something." said
Molly. "You don't suppose ..." she said excitedly.

   Together the girls snuck down to Bobby's bedroom door and opened it
quietly.  There, in a tangle of sheets were the naked bodies of Molly's mom
and Megan's brother.  The room smelled musky and the girls got their first
good sniff of the smell of SEX!

   "Should we wake them up?" asked Molly.  "I don't think Chance would
approve of this." she went on worriedly.  "If he found them here like this
he might blow his stack!"

   "Let's go ask my mom.  She'll know what to do." said Megan.  And off
they went, only to find the man they'd been talking about lying on top of
Cathy, about to give her even more of his slippery baby batter as she urged
him on.  The two girls backed out of the room, their eyes wide as they
stared at each other.

   "Everybody's fucking EVERYBODY!" squealed Megan, not believing what
she'd just seen.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   As it ended up, the two teenage girls got breakfast ready while the rest
of the house got up and dressed.  Both women, their lust finally washed out
of them by hard loving, were feeling guilty.  Both told their young lovers
to go on to breakfast.  And the two sisters, thinking as one, sought each
other out to talk.

   Cathy, who could still feel Chance's latest contribution lying heavily
in her belly, spoke first.  "Dee, honey, this can't go on."

   Dee sighed.  "I know.  But what are we going to do?  We HAVE to do
something.  I might be pregnant already Cathy!"

   Now Cathy sighed.  "You're not the only one worried about that.  I don't
know what I was thinking.  I mean I have to be honest, I loved it.  I mean
I REALLY loved it Dee!  But I can't keep letting him do ...  that."

   Dee thought for a minute.  "Do you think you could control yourself if
you were with Bobby?" Most people would have assumed Cathy could control
herself around her own son.  But most people hadn't had two feet of
throbbing horse cock in their hands.

   Cathy wasn't all that sure either.  "I'd HAVE to ...  wouldn't I?  I
mean doing it with my nephew is one thing, but ...  with my SON?  Yes, I'd
have to.  How about you and Chance?"

   Dee remembered how she felt when she heard Chance and Cathy through the
walls.  There had been a moment when she was violently jealous.  "I'd have
to, just like you.  What else are we going to do?"

   Dee frowned.  "I told everybody we'd all work in the pen today.  But if
Bobby's there ...  I don't think that's a good idea Cathy.  I really loved
what he did to me last night too."

   "I know" said Cathy.  "Just the THOUGHT that Chance might be in the pen
with me has my pussy getting damp."

   So it was decided that the teams would change that day, and that only a
mother and her son would be in the pen together.  There were plenty of
other chores the girls could be assigned to do.

   Cathy and Bobby went first.  Dee checked in on them after an hour to see
how they were doing.  Cathy's eyes were wild, and Bobby's prick was
obviously erect in his pants.  To give them a break Dee prepped one stud,
but she had to leave right after that.  Bobby's nearness was astonishingly
unsettling.

  
===========================================================================
=====

   Rudy sighed as he drove up the long driveway to the house.  It had been
a long drive and he was glad to be at the end of it.  He had arranged the
business so he could take two weeks off and he was looking forward to it.
He'd missed Cathy more than he thought he would.

   It was funny that way.  You got into a rut sometimes in a marriage and
didn't even know it.  He and his wife's sex life had been fairly drab in
the last few years but he hadn't really noticed that until suddenly the
other side of the bed was empty.  On the long drive he had thought about
how much he had missed his wife's warm naked body, and he was surprised at
how horny he'd gotten ...  still was now, for that matter.  He couldn't
wait to get her alone so he could feel his cock soaking in her welcoming
pussy.

   And, to add a little spice to it, he had decided to surprise her by
showing up unannounced.  As he parked the car in a cloud of dust he felt
blood already beginning to rush to his penis and he grinned.  Usually Cathy
had to play with him for a while to get him hard.  He'd surprise her this
time for sure, and in more than one way.

   He climbed out of the car stiffly, his knees and back complaining at the
sudden weight on them after sitting so long.  He bent over to ease his
stiff back and chuckled.  A LOT of things on his body were stiff.

   The dust hung in the air and he walked out of the cloud as he saw Dee
peer out the door to see who had driven up.  When she saw who it was she
banged through the door, an anxious look on her face.

   "RUDY!" she said excitedly.  "Thank GOODNESS!  Oh, we didn't know you
were coming!  Thank GOODNESS you're here!"

   Rudy's eyebrows went up a little.  "What's up?" he asked.  The male part
of his brain was appreciating his sister-in-law's trim body in her thin
work shirt and tight jeans.  She looked ...  healthy ...  sexy in that odd
way that a vibrant woman looks no matter how she's dressed, with or without
makeup.

   "Oh Rudy, Cathy needs you!" said an obviously excited Dee.  "I'm SO glad
you're here.  Oh so much has happened.  I don't know what to say ...  where
to begin.  You need to talk to Cathy." She couldn't decide what to say to
the man whose wife had fallen into such a difficult situation.

   "What's going on Dee?" asked Rudy, unease beginning to flow in his
veins. His cock began to relax.  "What's wrong?  Is she OK?  Are the kids
OK?"

   "Oh yes!" gasped Dee.  "I can't explain it.  Come with me.  They're down
in the breeding pen.  NO!  WAIT!" she gasped again.  "I have to tell them
you're here.  Wait right there!" she turned and ran toward the big red barn
not far away.

   "DEE!" yelled Rudy, as he stepped off to follow her.  "WAIT!  WHAT IN
THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

   "JUST WAIT!" she yelled over her shoulder.  "I'LL BE RIGHT BACK.  IT'S
OK.  I PROMISE."

   Rudy came to an uncertain halt as she disappeared around a corner.  In
the fifteen seconds she was out of sight he decided to follow her anyway,
and was walking toward the barn when she suddenly reappeared, waving at
him.

   "COME ON.  IT'S OK.  THEY'RE IN HERE!"

   Thoroughly confused, Rudy joined her and she grabbed his hand, pulling
him now, trying to get him to go faster.

   "They're in the breeding pen" she said by way of explanation.  "She and
Bobby." she panted.  "But it's OK for you to go in." Her eyes were a little
wild, like she'd expected them to be dead, or injured or something but they
weren't.

   "Would you PLEASE tell me what's happening?" moaned Rudy.

   "I can't." said Dee.  She stopped suddenly.  "You'll see in a minute. 
Then you'll understand.  You HAVE to understand Rudy.  You'll see and then
Cathy can explain.  Please?" she pleaded.

   "I don't understand any of this!" complained Rudy.  But he went on with
her.

   Dee took him into a door and he stumbled as his eyes adjusted to the
darkness inside.

   Dee pulled him by the hand and then suddenly stopped.

   Now she whispered.  "It takes two people to do the breeding operation.
One to hold the stallions ...  to control him ...  and the other to ...  to
...  to prep him.  He has to be sterilized to prevent infections.  That's
called prepping." She looked at him with a hopeful gaze.

   "OK" Rudy said uncertainly.

   "Well, you see, the men can't ..  I mean won't do the prep, so we had to
do it.  Us women I mean." she said, as if that explained everything.

   "I don't understand." said Rudy.  He was beginning to get exasperated.

   "I want you to watch." said Dee, more firmly now.  "I think you'll
understand then."

   She pulled him again and they turned a corner into a large room, one
side of which was open to the elements and fenced off with boards to make a
small, sheltered corral.  Rudy saw that his son was just leading a big bay
stallion into the center of the pen.  Cathy was handing him something and
they both bent down and attached something to the stallion's hooves.  Then
Bobby stood up and held the halter on the horse's head.  Cathy stepped back
and visibly took a deep breath, standing still for a moment.

   "I can do this" he heard her say, in a voice that made it sound like
something horrible was about to happen.

   She grabbed a small stool and bucket that were off to one side and
placed them under the belly of the horse.  It was then that Rudy saw what
was hanging below the horses belly.  It looked like the trunk of a sapling
that had been jammed up into the horse's groin and it was bobbing as the
horse moved its feet and tossed its head.  There was a whinny from across
the pen and Rudy saw another horse in a chute like enclosure.  Only its
hindquarters were visible.

   Then Cathy sat down, dipped her hands into the bucket, and began to jack
the stallion off.

   Rudy's jaw dropped as he saw his wife's hands slide almost lovingly
along two feet of apparently hard horse cock.  He heard her moan and the
horse danced.  Again she dipped one hand into the bucket and Rudy saw fluid
dripping from the rag she brought out.  She applied that to the horse's
penis and that fluid began to drip off the drooping tip, as if the horse
were peeing or something.

   "That's enough Mom." said Bobby.

   Cathy almost sobbed as her hands closed around the thick penis and she
drew them one last time toward the tip.  Fluid dripped from her hands and
the tip of that massive cock.  Rudy saw his wife stagger to her feet and
back up, kicking the stool over as Bobby leaned down and flicked the rope
off of the stallion's hooves and led him to the other horse.

   With bunched muscles in his hindquarters the stallion mounted the other
horse and Rudy felt drool drip from his open mouth as those two feet of
horse prick slid gracefully into the mare.  The stallion jerked and thrust
mightily several times and then backed up.  Now its penis was visible
again, and again it was dripping.  Rudy knew what he was dripping now.  He
looked over at his wife and saw that one hand was between her legs as she
bent over.  Her other hand was squeezing one of her breasts.  Rudy realized
his cock was like iron.  He hadn't even felt it finish getting hard, but
now it hurt and he started to reach to adjust it.

   He was astonished to feel another hand reach it first, and squeeze the
lump.  He looked down and saw Dee's hand cupping his rampant prick through
his pants.

   "Oh I'm SO glad to feel that!" she gasped.

   He looked at her, his eyes round like saucers.  "What the ...?" he
started.

   "Go tell Cathy you're here.  She needs you right now.  Bobby's been
trying not to ...  but ...  but it's OK now because you're here.  Go on! 
Right now!  Tell her you're here."

   Rudy stared at Dee and she blushed as she withdrew her hand from his
crotch.

   "Sorry" she said meekly.  "I had to know how it ...  affected you.  Tell
her you're here Rudy!" she insisted.

   His head swiveled and he opened his mouth to yell at his wife.  A croak
came out that sounded something like "Kaaattee"

   Cathy's head snapped up and turned.

   "CATHY?" he got out.

   "RUDY!!" screamed Cathy.

   He walked forward and opened a gate to walk into the pen.

   Cathy looked at him like he was a ghost.  She was frozen like a statue.

   "Rudy?" she moaned.  "Ohhh Rudy" she began to bawl and ran toward him,
throwing herself at him and he stumbled.  "Ohhh Rudy I need you soooo bad."
she cried.  She was pushing him and pulling him toward her at the same
time, turning her head.  "Not in the barn." she moaned.

   Dee stepped into view.  "Take him up to the house honey.  I'll take over
for you here."

   Cathy sobbed and her face split into a grin at the same time.  "Thank
you Dee." She pulled Rudy, babbling about how she had missed him and
talking a mile a minute such that he couldn't get a word in edgewise.  In
the middle of the yard, halfway to the house Cathy suddenly stopped and
faced her husband.  There were tears in her eyes.

   "I love you." she said.

   Rudy didn't know what had happened, or what was going on right now, for
that matter, but he knew something was wrong ...  was bothering his wife
terribly.

   "Will you make love to me?" asked his wife, with tears streaming down
her face.

   "Of course I will." he said, using the soothing voice that usually
calmed her down when she was upset.

   "Right now Rudy.  I need you right now."

   In answer he took her hand and brought it to the front of his pants,
where his sister-in-law's hand had been only moments before.  He was still
mostly hard.  "I'm ready if you are." he said simply.

   Again she gave a combined sob and cry joy as she grinned and they headed
for the house.  As they went through the door Rudy saw Megan and his niece
standing like deer caught in the headlights of a car.

   Cathy barked "Don't disturb us." and dragged Rudy into a bedroom.  She
was tearing her clothes off even as he closed the door.  By the time he had
his shirt half unbuttoned his wife was naked.  He could see the sheen of
moisture on her thighs between her legs and she came to help him undress.
Her hands were frantic, but efficient as she stripped him.  She ended up
kneeling in front of him and, as his bone sprang forth she dove on it,
almost swallowing it as she deep throated him.

   Rudy's hips bucked in surprise.  Cathy had never been able to do that
before, and it was like he had slipped his dick into the hose of a vacuum
cleaner.

   "Easy" he groaned as he felt her teeth scrap along his dick as she
pulled off.

   "You're already hard" she panted.  "Come here" she demanded, pulling him
to the bed.  She pushed him, almost violently, down onto the bed and
scrambled up over him, poising her dripping pussy lips above his cock for
just an instant as she grabbed it.  Then, with a long sigh, she sat down on
him hard, bouncing his butt off the springs under the mattress.

   "Oh yes baby you feel soooo good in me" she moaned and began an
aggressive rocking that, had he been less than rock hard, would have
squashed his dick and pulled it out of her pussy.  But he WAS rock hard and
she laughed out loud as she skewered herself on him, thrusting this way and
that.  Rudy reached to her clit and pressed hard with his thumb and she
squealed.

   "You're so HARD!" she giggled.

   "I missed you" he huffed.  "I missed you a lot."

   Suddenly Cathy was bawling again.  Her hands came to his chest as she
leaned on them, her motions slowing.  Her tears dripped onto his chest.

   "I did something bad Rudy" she cried.  "I did something really bad honey
and I'm sorry."

   Rudy wasn't stupid.  When a woman starts making confessions while your
prick is buried in her, she's not likely to tell you she scratched the car,
or ran over the neighbor's prize poodle.  On the other hand, Rudy knew his
wife like the back of his hand, and the instant thought that she had
cheated on him was flushed immediately out of his head by the denial that
she'd ever even think about doing that.

   "You want to tell me about it?" he said neutrally.

   "Noooooooo" she cried.  "YES!  I have to.  I love you Rudy, you KNOW I
love you!"

   The dread was back.  But her pussy was doing amazing things to his cock
too, pulsing and squeezing as if it had a life of its own.

   "The horses" she gasped.

   Rudy suddenly had the mental image of his wife, bent over, with two feet
of horse cock trying to penetrate her like he had just seen moments ago. 
That thought was immediately dismissed too, but not before it made his cock
turn to granite and expel a drool of precum into his wife's pussy.

   "We were breeding them" she panted.  Her words caused the image to flash
back into his mind.

   "And we got so horny"

   Rudy zeroed in on the 'we'.  "We?" he asked, humping upward.

   "Dee and I" she gasped.  "The boys wouldn't prep the stallions, so we
had to do it."

   Rudy could understand why the boys had declined that particular task.

   "And ...  with out hands on those ...  those ....  those PRICKS!" she
shrieked and he felt her pussy clamp down on his own prick like a vice as
she came hard on his thrusting member.

   Rudy could also understand what holding a horse prick in her hand might
do to a woman.

   Cathy had gone rigid as her orgasm overpowered her.  Rudy watched in awe
as her nipples actually swelled before his eyes, getting perceptibly larger
and longer.  She held her position for fifteen seconds or so and then, just
as suddenly slumped, her weight coming back down on her hands against his
chest.  Her eyes drooped toward his and made contact.

   "We couldn't help it" she whined.  "We fucked the boyeeeezzz" her
sentence ended in a sob of shame and she flopped down on Rudy's chest, her
soft breasts and hard nipples pressing delightfully into his flesh.

   "What?!" Rudy gasped.

   She cried in his ear.  "Dee let Bobby fuck her and I found out about it
and then she made me prep some stallions so I'd understand and I got so
horny Rudy I couldn't help myself.  I HAD to have a prick in me.  I HAD to
Rudy, and Chance was there and I let him ...  I let him ...  BAWWWWWW" she
shuddered as she sobbed into his neck.

   Rudy was conflicted.  There were several things going on at the same
time that were all affecting him.  First of all, as Cathy sobbed, her
jiggling body was making her pussy jerk and move almost like she was
jacking him off.  Secondly, there was an image of Chance, hunched over
Cathy, like a stallion over a mare.  In this image Chance had only taken
the horses place from in Rudy's first mental image.  The cock was the same.

   Now some men would have been pissed as hell that their "territory" had
been invaded.  That's a fairly normal reaction in American society.  But
there are other men who get a little thrill when they think about the
possibility of another man mating with their wives ...  or daughters ... 
or whatever.  For those men, assuming that the other male is "acceptable",
it isn't so much an invasion of territory as the sharing of a precious
resource.  For those men, it can be a hell of a turn-on.

   And for Rudy, the image of his nephew hunched over Cathy, powering a
horse cock into her from behind ...  well that was a hell of a turn on for
Rudy.

   He gripped his wife and rolled with her.  She flopped like a rag doll as
he ended up in the command position over her.  His cock had slipped out a
little in the process and he rammed it back in hard, making Cathy's breasts
jiggle and shake.

   "You let Chance FUCK you?" he growled.  He pulled out and slammed back
in.  He hadn't been so hard since he was a teenager.  "Like THIS?" He
pulled out and slammed back in.

   Kathy's eyes were huge.  Her sobbing cut off like a faucet.

   "You let him shove his horse cock in your pussy like THIS?" Rudy pounded
her again.  He loved the way her breasts jiggled.  He began fucking his
wife as fast and hard as he could manage, all the time watching her
jiggling breasts.

   "You spread your legs for Chance and he HUMPED you like an ANIMAL!?"
grunted Rudy.

   Cathy had gone over in her mind a thousand times what she expected to
happen when she confessed her infidelity to Rudy.  She knew the look of
hurt that would come over his face.  She knew the slump of his shoulders as
he was unmanned by a cheating wife.  She knew the way he would tighten up,
the way anger would consume him.  She expected all that to happen.  She
even expected him to beat her.

   But never in a million years would she have expected him to get sexually
excited about it, and that was plainly what had happened to him.  He
sounded mad ...  but not irate.  He WAS tense, but was using that tenseness
to make wild and crazy love to her.  He was being violent with her, but not
to hurt her.  She took a chance.

   "YES!" she confessed.  And then, bursting from she knew not where "I WAS
A SLUT RUDY ...  I WAS A FUCKING SLUT ..." She realized as she said it that
she believed it and it overwhelmed her then and she bawled again.

   Rudy saw the pain in her eyes and all of her crazy actions since he had
gotten there and he believed, deep in his heart, that she hadn't done what
she'd done to cheat.  She really had done it because she couldn't control
herself.

   "Don't cry baby" he crooned to her, leaning down and kissing her teary
eyes.  "It's OK, I understand.  I saw what you had to do ...  out there in
the barn.  I understand honey."

   Cathy stopped crying slowly, hope re-entering her eyes.  "You do?" she
whined in a little girl voice.

   Rudy shoved forward, going deep, but not so hard this time.  "Yes I do.
It's OK" he kissed her again, this time on the lips and their kiss turned
torrid as passion flamed back into their married life.

   She grabbed him, pulling him to her.  "Oh Rudy, honey I love you so
much" she cooed in his ear.

   "I missed you baby" he whispered back, feeling the urge to fertilize his
mate begin to build in his balls.  "I missed you a lot.  All I could think
of all the way here was doing this." He gave her three rapid and hard jabs
with his meat.

   "Oh Rudy" she sighed.  "But I was so bad" she whined.

   Rudy was ready to spurt.  "Did you let him cum in you Cathy?" he
whispered in her ear.  "Did you let him fill your sweet pussy up with his
sperm?"

   He felt her tense and let it go, pushing into her as hard as he could.
"Like this?" he gasped.

   His cock felt like it was seventeen years old again.  A strong thick jet
of cum ripped through his prick and splatted into the end of Cathy's pussy.
It was followed by three more healthy spurts that felt like they were
sucking his whole body through his cock.

   Cathy felt his spunk hosing into her and her last reservations about how
he felt went away.  He couldn't cum in her like that if he was really mad
at her.  She knew, with that intuition that some women have, that the idea
of Chance fucking her turned him on.  She bucked up against her lover.

   "Yessssss" she hissed in his ear.  "Just like that."

   Then it was quiet for a while.  And a bit awkward too.  Neither of them
had ever thought of themselves as being even the slightest bit off the
straight and narrow, much less kinky enough to let Cathy fuck other men. 
It took some getting used to.  But they had been together a long time and
it wasn't really all that difficult once each of them realized that it
hadn't really hurt anything.  Of course neither of them knew that Chance
had planted twins in his aunt, but they'd have plenty of time to adjust to
that later.  For now, just the relief of knowing there wouldn't be a
divorce was enough to make Cathy giddy.  And the sex had been so fantastic
that Rudy was pretty giddy himself.

   Finally Cathy spoke.  "So you forgive me?" It was the little girl voice
again.

   Rudy kissed her tenderly on the lips.  "I have to think about it." he
said in mock gruffness.

   "I really had to do it." she said in mock defense.

   "I can understand that.  I watched you do that last horse.  That would
get to any woman I'd think.'

   "Oh you have Noooo idea!" said his wife.

   Something occurred to him.  "So what's Dee going to do?  She took your
place."

   Cathy's eyes opened wide and she lurched upward.  "She CAN'T!" she said.
"It affects her worse than it does me!" She struggled to get out of her
husband's arms.  "I have to go down there.  We can't leave her there
alone."

   "She isn't alone." said Rudy.  "Bobby's there with her." The light bulb
went on in his head as he remembered the OTHER part of Cathy's confession
...  that Dee had fucked their son ...  the very boy who was down there
with her right now.

   "That's the whole problem!" said Cathy, grabbing her shirt and putting
it on.  She looked sexy putting it on braless and Rudy was astonished to
feel something in his dick.  Usually he was only good for once a day.

   "We were trying not to let that happen any more.  Honest." she said as
he looked at her with some doubt in his eye.  "That's why I was down there
with Bobby.  We were trying to make it impossible for ...  things ...  to
happen.  We decided that we'd do the breeding with our sons ..  because
then we wouldn't ..." She stopped and her eyes took on a far away look. 
"Except I don't think that was going to ...." she stopped and turned beet
red, looking at Rudy.  "I'm just SO glad you came when you did." she
babbled.

   Rudy felt his cock twitch again as he realized she had been thinking of
easing her lust with her own son ...  might have in fact ...  if he hadn't
shown up when he did.

   Cathy went on.  "But it's too hard Rudy.  We can't leave them down there
alone.  It isn't fair to either of them.  Poor Bobby ..  he's ...  "

   Rudy got up and put on his pants.  "He's on cloud nine Cathy" he said
firmly.  "Dee's a gorgeous woman and any boy Bobby's age would give his
left nut to bed her.  You don't need to be all worried about how Bobby
feels about it."

   Cathy looked at him archly.  "MEN!" she sniffed.

   ====================================================================

   The two girls were still in the kitchen as the adults passed by.  This
time they giggled as they snuck peeks at Rudy and Cathy as they hurried out
and across the yard.  It had been loud.  And they had been listening at the
door.  Once the adults had disappeared in the barn the giggling girls
headed for their bedroom.  Within minutes they were naked, entwined in each
other's arms and furiously fingering each other to a nice orgasm.

   ====================================================================

   Rudy and Cathy got to the barn just as Dee was finishing up her second
stallion.  She stood back, breathing rapidly, her face flushed and her
nipples spiking her work shirt.  Bobby led the stallion to the mare and he
mounted her.  As the horse emptied himself in the mare Bobby turned to his
Aunt.

   "Are you OK?" he asked.

   "No" she said tersely.  She took a step backwards.  "But we can't Bobby.
If you haven't knocked me up already you surely will if we keep ...  " She
didn't have to finish.  Her face changed as she looked at her nephew.  "How
are YOU feeling?" she asked.

   "I have to admit it." he said.  "I'm horny as hell." He stood up
straighter.  "But I'll be OK." There was a short pause.  "So do you want to
do another one?"

   Dee looked around and sighed.  "We're actually almost caught up.  Maybe
we should call it a day.  I'm not sure I could ...  control myself if we
did another one.  And as sweet as you are Bobby, If I couldn't control
myself, you'd ...  help me not control myself ...  wouldn't you?"

   "You bet your beautiful ass I would." said the boy.  Then he blushed. 
He'd grown up a lot in the last few days.  A week ago it would have been
incomprehensible for him to say something like that to his aunt.

   Dee let out a strangled laugh.  "I'd kiss you for that, except that it
wouldn't be a good idea at all right now for me to kiss you for any
reason."

   Cathy stepped into the pen.  It was obvious that Dee was TRYING to
control her urges, and Cathy felt like she should help.  She knew what it
felt like to ...  give in.  "I can take over again." she said.

   Dee jumped at the sound of her voice.  She looked at her sister, and
then at Rudy, who stepped into the pen behind Cathy.  It was obvious that
Cathy's ...  needs ...  had been met.  That sent relief rushing through
Dee's body, but made her own needs even more pronounced.  She remembered
the feel of Rudy's basket under her hand.  He had obviously been erect, and
it made a nice big lump in his pants.

   She shook her head, trying to expel the need to fuck.  "OK, how about
this.  Cathy, you and I will do the next one together.  And then we'll call
it a day and go have supper and think about something other than ..."
Again, she didn't have to finish.  She looked at Rudy.  "You want to hold
the stallion's head?  Bobby can show you how."

   Rudy stepped forward.  "I'm game." he said.

   So the women went to get another mare, while Bobby took his father to
get the next stallion.  Once the stallion was hobbled the two women went
down on their knees, one on either side of the horse.  Rudy held one side
of the halter, while Bobby held the other.  Both men stepped to the side to
watch the women prep the stud.

  
==========================================================================

   Chance parked the tractor and looked at the rows of cut hay he'd just
raked into windrows.  The weather would hold, and they could bale it any
time in the next few days.  He hopped in the pickup and headed for the
house.  He was itchy with dust and heat and chaff from the hay and a shower
right now would feel wonderful.

   He saw Rudy's car parked by the house and, based on the license plate,
figured Rudy must have driven up for the weekend.  He liked Rudy and looked
forward to seeing him.  He hopped up all three steps to the porch in one
leap and went through the door, looking around for Rudy, or his mother or
somebody.  The kitchen was empty.  He'd find them later.

   He headed for the shower and heard noises coming from Molly's room. 
They must in there.  He pushed the door opened to find two nubile teenage
girls, naked as the day they were born, twisting and turning and grunting
as they fingered each other's pussies on the bed.  They were kissing hotly,
their eyes closed, and they didn't see him standing there.

   His call to them died on his tongue, and he stood there admiring them.
Young, healthy and in fabulous shape, they were like yearlings.  He could
see one of Megan's pink nipples, on top of a nice plump breast, and his
sister's hand didn't cover all the light brown hair around Megan's pussy as
she stroked her cousin's clit.  On cat's feet Chance tiptoed to the foot of
the bed, where he could then see both girls weeping pussies and the fingers
that were plunging in and out of them.  He felt his cock stiffen.  That
Megan was a cutie.  He'd love to work his cock into her pussy and suck
those cute little titties.  His gaze flitted to his sister.  She was no
slouch either.  Her pussy would be nice and tight too.

   He cleared his throat loudly.  "Pardon me ladies, but I saw Rudy's car.
Where is he?"

   There were shrieks and screams as the girls pulled apart.  Chance kind
of liked that part, because he then had an unobstructed view of both tight
teen pussies, and the rest of the nakedness spread out in front of him too.

   "CHANCE!" screamed Molly.  "YOU GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

   "I will, I will.  Don't get your panties in a bunch.  Oh!  I forgot! 
You aren't wearing any panties." He manufactured a laugh and saw Molly's
face getting ready to scream again.  He held up a hand.  "I didn't mean to
break anything up.  I just wondered where Rudy was, that's all."

   Megan spoke for the first time.  She was panting.  "You have a hardon!"
she pointed at the obvious lump that went alongside his zipper and down his
left leg.  It was obviously a long hard penis under that cloth.

   Chance looked at the dark haired girl.  "That's because you're so
pretty, little Megan.  And if you ever decide you want to try a man instead
of another girl, you just let me know, cause I'll be happy to help you find
out what a man is like."

   "CHANCE YOU GET OUT OF MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!" yelled Molly.

   He turned to her.  "You've grown up awfully nicely too, little sister.
You've got the prettiest little pussy I think I ever saw.  I don't know if
this would fit in that pretty little pussy" he patted that long lump "but I
sure think it would be fun to try."

   Molly was speechless, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

   Megan giggled.  "Daddy and Mom went down to the barn."

   Chance gave them a bow and said "Thank you ladies.  I'll take my leave
now." He walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving the two
shocked girls wondering what had just happened.

  
===========================================================================

   Under the horse Cathy looked across the hanging penis into her sister's
eyes.  She reached out and held the penis.  "I'll hold it while you clean
it." she said.  Dee dipped her hand in the bucket and came up with the
dripping rag.  She slathered the stiff penis and began to wash it with her
bare hand.

   "I love doing this" she mumbled.

   "I know" said Cathy.

   "What am I going to do?" asked Dee.

   "We'll figure something out." said Cathy.

   Together the two women stroked the horse and it began to dance and
snort. Cathy saw Dee's eyes begin to glaze over about the time she felt her
own panties getting wet.

   "OK, we're done" she said to Dee.

   She had to say it again and Dee's eyes cleared.  Reluctantly she let go
of the long thing in her hands and stood back, while Cathy did the same on
the other side of the horse.  The men led the stud to the mare and, in a
few minutes, it was over.

   Rudy took the stud back to his pen and Bobby led the mare off to her
space while the two women stood, breathing deeply.  Dee's hands were
shaking.  She looked at Cathy.  "So, how did it go?"

   Cathy smiled.  "I married the right man.  He was so warm and
understanding.  And he hasn't been like that in bed in ...  years!  I
actually think that the thought of Chance bedding me turned him on a little
bit."

   Dee laughed, with a tinge of hysteria in her voice.  "Surely not!  Not
Rudy!  Not good old dependable Rudy."

   "He was an animal Dee." said Cathy.

   "I need an animal right now." murmured Dee.

   Cathy's world had fractured so much in the last week that another crack
in reality didn't seem all that odd as it popped into her head.  "Dee? 
Where's Rudy going to sleep?" The two sisters had been sharing Dee's king
size bed.  The girls were in Molly's bedroom and Bobby was in Chance's old
room.  When Chance had come home he and Bobby had cleared out enough of his
old room so he could sleep in there too.  There weren't any other bedrooms,
or, for that matter, beds.

   Dee flung one hand out.  "Oh, you two can have my bed.  I'll sleep on
the couch, not that I'll get much sleep in the condition I'm in.  But at
least you'll get your ashes hauled again." She sighed with frustration.

   Cathy reached out and touched her arm.  "Dee ...  honey ...  I cheated
on my husband.  And he forgave me.  How can I ever make that up to him?  I
can't Dee.  But he loves me anyway.  And he was like one of those studs
when he found out.  And you said it yourself ...  you need an animal.  Dee,
honey, you don't have to sleep on the couch.  That bed is big enough for
three people who love each other."

   Dee's eyes widened.  "You mean you'd let him ...?  You'd let me ...?"

   "I love him, like he loves me.  And I love you too honey.  I can share.
And that way we won't have to fuck each other's sons.  Those poor boys are
probably horrified at the thought of bedding two old women."

   Dee grinned.  "Dear sister, you're either an idiot or you're trying to
jerk my chain.  That boy of yours is hot to trot and he's good at
scratching my itch.  You have raised a love machine there girl." She got a
thoughtful look on her face.  "What was Chance like?  Was he good ...  to
you I mean?"

   Now it was Cathy's eyes that went out of focus.  "Dee, you have no idea.
I never expected any man but Rudy to bed me.  But oh my WORD can that boy
make a woman happy!  Believe me, a girl could get used to being treated
like that."

   Dee grinned again.  "Good.  I hoped he'd grow up to be a good man.  But
what about Rudy?  Don't you think he might be a little shy about me being
in bed with you two?"

   A week ago Cathy would have agreed.  But after the way he acted that
afternoon, she had an idea that it wouldn't be a problem.  "Dee, if we both
climb in bed with that man naked, anything could happen."

   "What naked man?" said Chance as he turned the corner into the pen.  "I
know you weren't talking about me.  You and my mother both?  Why I'm
flattered." he grinned.

   Dee wasn't in any mood to play.  The way she felt right now she might
give serious consideration to finding out whether her sister had been
telling the truth about just what a wonderful lover her son was.  "Don't
joke around Chance.  We've been prepping studs."

   "Well, Rudy's here, so that takes care of Aunt Cathy.  And I know you're
my mom and all, but I still think you're beautiful.  If Bobby wasn't here
I'd do you in a New York Minute."

   Dee spluttered and blushed and coughed, waving her hands in the air as
she tried to figure out how to react to her randy son.  She finally choked
out "It's almost suppertime.  We need to get to the house."

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Supper that night was noisy.  It was hard to put a finger on the reason
why.  Rudy, after all, was the only additional person there, and he wasn't
particularly talkative.  He spent quite a bit of time bouncing his
attention between his wife and her sister, both of whom seemed, to him at
least, to glow with a healthy, happy look.  Dee, for some reason, kept
darting glances at him and smiling.  Then, when he smiled back she'd duck
her head.  Twice he thought he saw her blush.  They had always flirted, and
he'd always enjoyed it.  He wondered why she was so shy now.  He remembered
again the feel of her light touch on his erection earlier in the day and
grinned to himself when he felt his cock stir again.  Cathy would be happy
again tonight.

   The girls chattered, and not just with each other.  They included Bobby
and Chance in their discussions, talking in rapid succession about music,
and video games, and the latest dance craze.  Chance looked a little
bewildered from time to time and finally said, "You guys are making me feel
old!"

   Conversation stopped as if cut off with a knife.

   "Whatever do you mean?" asked his mother.

   "I don't mean you, Mom." he said.  "I mean Molly and Megan and Bobby. 
They're talking about stuff I've never even heard of.  I'm twenty, and
everything has changed since I left home.  It sounds like they're speaking
a foreign language!

   Molly stuck her nose in the air.  "I speak perfectly plain English you
big jerk."

   Chance smiled.  She looked so cute trying to look sophisticated and
grown up.  "Oh really?  Well, what the hell is 'Fo Shizzle ma Sizzle' then?
I never saw that in MY dictionary."

   Megan giggled.  "Silly, all that means is that I agreed with Molly about
how cute Randy Gentry is in his music video.  Everybody knows that Chance!"

   Chance just shook his head.  "I need lessons then, cause I never did
understand all that stuff."

   Megan giggled again.  "Maybe I'll just be your tutor then ...  you poor
old man."

   There were shrieks of laughter from Molly and Megan and even Bobby
grinned.

   After dinner they all gathered in the living room to play a round of
Brainiac.  The kids goaded their parents into having a game of kids versus
adults.  Everything was going well until Molly announced that Chance was on
the adult team.  He got red faced as there were more giggles and verbal
jabs, but then settled in to "kick the youngster's asses" as he put it.

   They did too.  The adults tore Bobby, Megan and Molly up, winning the
game in only an hour.

   "Bedtime!" announced Dee firmly.

   "MOM!" cried Molly.  "It's only eight!  It's not even DARK outside!"

   "Well we have a lot to do tomorrow.  Early to bed ...  early to rise."
she insisted, darting a look at Rudy.

   Cathy was grinning from ear to ear.  "Well, at least all us old fogies
need to get some shuteye.  Maybe the children could stay up a little
longer."

   Dee relented.  "OK, You kids can stay up for a while, but not too long.
We need everybody's help tomorrow.  We're going to get the rest of the
breeding done and we're ALL going to work on it together."

   "ALL of us?" said Molly, wide eyed.  "Even me and Megan?" Her pussy
spritzed at the thought of feeling another one of those long hard cocks in
her hands.

   "That's right, ALL of us." said Dee.  If we work hard we can finish the
list tomorrow."

   "Well, then, where do I sleep?" asked Rudy.

   "Oh, well, we were going to put you on the couch Rudy" said Dee.  "But
with the kids staying up I'll make you up a cot in our room." She didn't
bat an eye as she said it, and none of the kids thought anything of it.

   Cathy took her husband's hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.  There
was some urgency in her grip.  As they turned the corner, and the kids
could no longer see them, he felt Dee's hands in the small of his back,
pushing.

   "What's going on here?" he asked.

   "Shut up and walk" said Cathy, pulling.  She giggled.

   The two women herded him into the bedroom and Dee closed the door.  She
stood there, suddenly looking unsettled.

   Rudy looked around.  "There's no room for a cot in here."

   "Silly man ...  there's no cot" said Cathy.  She went up to Rudy and put
her hands behind his neck.  She let her pelvis go forward and press against
his cock.  "You remember this afternoon?  When you helped me when I was ...
unsettled?"

   "How could I ever forget that?" he said, looking into her eyes.

   "Well, my poor sister is still ...  unsettled ...  and, well, gee honey,
it just doesn't seem fair.  Do you think maybe you could help her?" She
kissed him with soft lips and flicked her tongue into his mouth.  "Like you
helped me?"

   Rudy was stunned.  He turned his head.  Dee was still standing by the
door, looking distinctly ...  unsettled.  He looked back at his wife, who
was now grinding her pussy against his hardening cock.  "You're serious,
aren't you?"

   "I cheated on you" she said softly, "but only because I really really
needed to.  I think you really really need to cheat on me Rudy."

   "What about you?" he said to his wife.

   "Me?  I want to watch.  Maybe help a little.  I'm not worried about me.
I feel just wonderful.  It's Dee who's all worked up."

   "What have I gotten myself into?" said Rudy wonderingly.

   "You've gotten yourself into every man's dream, my wonderful husband."
said Cathy.  She started unbuttoning his shirt.  "But we don't want to push
you into anything." She looked at her sister.  "Get over here and help me.
This man has all manner of clothes on and we need to fix that."

   Once it became clear that Rudy wasn't going to storm out of the room
demanding a divorce, Dee fairly jittered with need as she went and helped
her sister tear Rudy's clothes off.  As his cock was exposed she cooed.

   "Oh Rudy, you have no idea how much I appreciate this ...  OH, what a
lovely penis you have!  Cathy, you never told me!  It's even bigger than
Bobby's!" she clapped a hand to her mouth and her eyes got huge as Rudy
looked down at her.

   "Have you been bad Dee?" he said in a soft, but dangerous sounding
voice.

   Dee shot a look at Cathy who was grinning.  She mouthed "I told him
everything" at her kneeling sister.

   Dee swallowed and looked up at the face of the man who owned the
magnificent cock right in front of her face.  "Uh huh" she said in a
surprisingly meek voice.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his
cock, which had raised an inch and was now pointing directly at her face.
"I'm sorry" she said in a little girl voice.

   "I don't think you're sorry" said Rudy.  "I don't think you're sorry at
all.  I brought my innocent wife up here to help you and you turned her
into a sexpot."

   "What are you going to do?" mewled Dee, kissing the tip of his cock
again.  She took just the tip into her mouth, forcing the foreskin back
with her lips and swirled her tongue around the head.

   "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you Dee." he said heavily.  He
saw movement in his peripheral vision and looked to see Cathy tearing her
own clothing off.  She was panting, and her eyes looked like they had
earlier, when she'd dragged him to this very bedroom.  "I'm afraid I'm
going to have to punish you both."

   Dee took her mouth off his cock long enough to say "Nooooo don't be mean
to me." Then she took three inches into her mouth and sucked lovingly.

   Cathy pushed Rudy back and pulled her sister to a standing position.  As
if it had been rehearsed, she and Rudy stripped Dee efficiently and
rapidly. Dee tried to cover her breasts as her shirt was removed and she
made little moaning sounds as Cathy undid her jeans and pulled them to her
knees.  Her panties had been dragged off one hip in the process and she
shot one hand to the part that was lowered.

   "Don't touch those!" ordered Rudy.  Dee froze, one arm across her
breasts and the other at her hip.  Rudy grasped her wrist and moved her arm
firmly away from her breasts.  Her nipples were spiked out an inch and dark
with the blood swelling them.  Her hand went again to her panties and Rudy
grabbed that wrist in his other hand.

   "Cathy!  give me my belt." he said.

   Cathy looked at him, her eyes wide, but she leaned over and slid his
belt out of the pants they had just taken off of him.  He placed Dee's
wrists together and held them with one hand while he held out the other for
the belt.

   "If you won't behave I'm just going to have to hobble you." he said.

   Dee felt her pussy clench.  She could easily have jerked her hands away
from him, but she stood, docile, as he wrapped the belt around her wrists
loosely and fastened it.

   "Cathy!" he barked again.  "Take her panties off."

   Cathy knelt and slowly, gently, she pulled her sister's panties down
until Dee could step out of them.  She left her feet spread, shoulder's
width apart.  She was panting now.  Cathy saw a bad of moisture run down
Dee's inner thigh, leaving a shiny path.

   "Don't hurt me" whined Dee.

   "You were bad.  You must be punished." said Rudy firmly.  He pulled her
to the bed and pushed her onto it, face down.  Her legs floundered, off the
edge of the bed and she scooted to get all the way on it.  It was obvious
she wasn't trying to get away.  Rudy bent over and slapped her right butt
cheek with a resounding crack.

   "OW!" she squealed.  "RUDY!" She craned her head, looking over her
shoulder.

   "That's for turning my wife into a sexpot." he said.  He slapped her
other cheek and it jiggled as she jerked.  "And that's for stealing my
son's innocence." Dee was wiggling all over the bed now, but still wasn't
trying to get away.  Rudy grabbed her hips and rolled her over.  Dee's legs
flopped apart and he struck like a cobra, fastening his mouth to her sex
and shoving his tongue into her pussy.  She jerked again and her knees
snapped up and apart, opening herself to him as she cried out with passion.
Rudy felt the prominent bulge of her clit on his upper lip and moved his
lips up to close around it.  He sucked and gently bit the nubbin.

   "OHHHH FUUUUCK!" Groaned Dee, her bound hands stretched straight over
her head.

   Rudy lifted his now shiny face "Actually ...  THAT'S for turning my wife
into a sexpot.  Thank you."

   He stood up, his penis jutting obscenely out and up from his nest of
pubic hair.  Cathy was standing beside him, her fingers busy in her pussy.

   "Prep me" he ordered and turned his prick toward her.

   Cathy automatically turned to look for the bucket that the word "Prep"
conjured in her mind.  Then she gave a strangled laugh as she realized what
she was doing.  She fell to her knees and took him in her mouth, running
her lips up and down his rigid prick, licking it, getting it all wet.  Then
she pulled off and jacked his cock with her right hand while her left hand
darted back between her legs.  "I think it's ready" she gasped.

   Rudy leaned over Dee, who was looking up at him, her eyes no longer wide
open, but half closed now, smoky looking.  She flopped her knees wider and
dug her heels into the bed, raising her pussy up into the air, offering it
to him.  He crawled onto the bed and hovered over the shaking woman.  He
was about to tell Cathy to help him when he felt her hand on his cock,
bending it, aiming it and he sagged, letting the tip settle between Dee's
puffy pussy lips.

   "You don't leave the hobbles on during mating" she panted up at Rudy as
he began boffing into her famished pussy.

   "Then take them off" he said simply, and he rammed forward.

   Dee whoofed as she was filled with hard cock.  She wriggled her hands
out of the coils of the belt and they flew to Rudy's butt, pulling as the
tip of his cock punched into her cervix.

   "Owwwww" she moaned, loving the sweet pain he was causing her.

   Rudy was so excited by now that he was almost like the stallions he had
seen.  He fucked her furiously, pounding into her as she writhed under him,
squealing and urging him on.  About to cum he drove in and stopped, trying
to stave off the inevitable.  He ground his pubic bone against her clit in
small circles and she wailed as her orgasm drowned her senses.  He didn't
think to pull out ...  to ask if she was safe ...  he was breeding her and
he began pummeling her with his cock again as he felt his balls sending his
seed through his prick.

   "AUUUGGHHHH" he grunted and settled the tip of his cock right by her
cervix again as it spat its heavy load, flooding her with his hot cream,
trying to ensure a successful breeding.  His whole body jerked forward each
time his cock sent a streak of silver semen into her, his body crushing
hers as he fell on her.  Her hands went to his back and her nails dug in as
her orgasm was intensified by the feel of his frothy spunk being injected
into her belly.

   Rudy pushed himself up to let Dee breathe.  Her eyes opened and they
were wet.  "Thank you" she whispered.

   Rudy cracked a boyish grin.  "No problem." He kissed her nose.  He
dragged his limp penis out of her channel and she screwed up her face.

   "Noo, don't take it out." she whined.

   He reared back on his knees, a string of silvery cum connecting his
prick to her pussy.  He grinned wider.  "You were bad.  I had to punish
you."

   Cathy moaned next to them, still rubbing her clit violently.  "That was
so hot!" she gasped.

   Dee stretched "I see where Bobby gets it now." One hand came up to rub
across one breast and she squeezed her nipple.  "Can you go again as
quickly as Bobby too?" She smiled sweetly at Bobby's father.

   Cathy huffed.  "Ohhhhhh you had your turn.  Me next.  I'm sooo horny."

   Rudy, knowing he wouldn't be stiff for a while pulled his wife onto the
bed next to her sister and crawled between her legs.  He nosed her fingers
out of the way and sucked her clit, and mushed his face around in her
sopping lips.  "MMMMMMMMM" he said.  Dee rolled over and attacked Cathy's
breasts, sucking one nipple and pinching the other.  As Rudy bit her clit
and pulled on it she tumbled over the precipice she had been trying so hard
to reach and cried out as ecstasy pushed everything else from her mind.

   Back in the living room the kids were talking and flirting.  Both girls
were thinking about handling horse cocks and they were horny.  And both
girls knew that these men had fucked their mothers.  And while what the two
teens shared in bed together was fun, and exciting, the thought of having a
hard penis inside them was even more exciting.

   A wail came from Dee's bedroom and all four youth turned their heads.

   "I know what they're doing in there" said Molly, somewhat breathlessly.

   "All of them?" asked Bobby.  The thought of his father with two women
made his cock jump in his pants.

   "Oh yeah." said Chance, adjusting his own burgeoning prick.

   "Chance?" said Megan.

   He turned his head to look at the cute girl.

   "I could give you those lessons now." she said, unable to meet his eyes.
She was afraid he'd think she was a little girl and laugh at her.

   "You really want to?" he asked, knowing she wasn't talking about
shizzles or sizzles.

   "If you do." she said, still unsure.

   "Oh I do." he grinned.  "I do indeed.  Education is a wonderful thing."

   Molly, just as excited and horny as her cousin blurted "You can do it in
my bedroom." Everyone looked at her and she blushed.  "It's quieter in
there." she added lamely.

   Megan jumped up and grabbed Chance's hand, pulling him, just like her
mother had pulled her father earlier in the day.

   As they disappeared Molly darted a glance at Bobby.  He was staring at
the last place he had seen his sister, his mouth open.

   "You don't suppose they're going to ...." he trailed off, then shook his
head.  "No ...  Megan would never do that."

   "Do what?" Molly asked innocently.

   Another cry of orgasmic passion came from Dee's bedroom.

   "That." said Bobby.  "You don't suppose they're going to do that do
you?"

   "What if they did?" asked Molly.  "What would you do if they did?"

   "Oh, man, I don't know" Bobby unconsciously rubbed his bulge.

   Molly eyed that bulge.  "You did it with my mother." she said.

   Bobby blushed.  A week ago he'd been a virgin and the fact that his new
sex life was so public made him uncomfortable.  "Yeah" he said neutrally.

   "So ...  what was it like?" she asked.

   "I can't talk about that to you!" he stammered.

   "Well how can I decide whether I want to let you do it to me if you
won't talk about it?" asked the teen, folding her arms under her bulging
breasts.

   "You'd let me do it with you?" he said, astonished at the amount of
pussy that was suddenly being made available to him.

   "Maybe" she said.  "I've never done it.  And I don't know what it's
like. It might hurt.  I've heard it hurts.  Did it hurt you?  Was it your
first time?"

   Bobby was getting less and less comfortable with the conversation. 
"Look, how about we make out a little, and I'll show you some of the things
we did.  Then you'll know more about it, OK?"

   "OK" she agreed immediately.  She folded her hands in front of her
pussy. "So what do we do first?"

   CHAPTER SIX

   "You've never made out?" he asked, incredulous.  She was beautiful and
he assumed she had lots of experience with boys.

   "I've kissed some boys" she said in her defense.  "But I never let any
of them touch me ...  you know on my boobs or anything."

   Bobby went over to her and, being a man of action rather than words, he
took her in his arms like he did when he kissed his aunt and laid one on
her.  Molly's hands hung at her sides at first, mostly because she was
startled at the speed with which he had acted.  But as he forced his tongue
in her mouth she felt her knees get weak and put her hands on his shoulders
to help hold herself up.  She'd never been kissed like THAT!

   Almost immediately Molly felt his hands all over her, on her butt,
cupping her braless titties, sliding all over her back and pulling her mons
against that lump she'd been looking at earlier.  Her pussy got hot and
itchy and he squeezed a nipple and she got wet ...  and a little scared. 
She was being overwhelmed by the feelings.  It was different than when she
experimented with Megan.  Megan was soft, and tender and gentle.  This boy
was strong and his caresses were rougher, more exciting somehow.

   She pushed him away as far as she could with his hands clasped behind
her back.  She was panting.

   "Wait!" she gasped.

   He leaned down and put his lips on her throat, making little kisses up
toward her ear, not holding her so tightly and she shivered.  The feelings
were intense.  He slid his hands into the back of her shorts and under her
panties, cupping her naked buns and she ground against his hard cock trying
to get away from his hand.  It was going too fast and she couldn't process
all the information.

   "Wait" she panted again.

   "What's wrong?" asked Bobby.  He was fully erect now, and eager to get
to the good stuff.

   "I can't breathe" she panted.  "Give me a chance to catch my breath."

   "Don't you like it?" he asked.

   "Yes" she said immediately, not meaning to and actually surprised that
she'd said it.  "I mean it feels really good, but I ...  I ...I don't know
..." she trailed off.

   "Are you scared?" he didn't say it in an unkind way.

   "Maybe a little." she said.  "Can we just go a little slower?"

   "Sure" he said, not meaning it.  But he decided to be patient.  He let
her go.

   Molly thought for a minute.  "You want to go see what Chance and Megan
are doing?"

   Bobby wanted to bury his bone in this luscious girl, but he nodded his
head.

   They walked hand in hand to the door of Molly's bedroom.  There were
noises coming through the door, but they couldn't tell what was making
them. Molly reached out and turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open a
few inches.  The dying sunset was coming through the window and lit up the
scene that was exposed to their peeking eyes.

   Megan was naked and lying on the bed on her back.  Her feet were up in
the air and spread widely apart.  Chance was stretched out over her, his
loins between her legs.  He looked like he was doing pushups, except the
only thing that was moving were his hips, going up and down rapidly. 
Megan's arms were flung wide and her head turned from one side to the
other. She was making gurgling noises, and chanting "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh
fuck, Oh fuck".

   Chance was obviously fucking her, and he was obviously fucking her hard.
And the other thing that was obvious was that, based on how far his hips
were moving each time they went up ...  Chance had a long prick.

   "Oh Megan baby you're sooo hot and soo tight" groaned Chance.

   Megan started making a hooting noise as she panted.  Her heels slammed
down on the bed and she arched her pussy up, giving a long squeal of
delight as she came all over his prodding penis.

   Chance collapsed on top of her and hunched upward, digging his cock as
far into her as he could.  Then he was the one giving repetitive grunts as
he sprayed hot sperm all over the inside of the teen's receptive pussy.

   Both peeking teenagers knew what was happening inside Megan's pussy. 
Molly gave a low moan as Bobby reached around her and slid his hands under
her shirt, moving them up over her flat abdomen and onto her breasts.  He
pinched both nipples and rolled them between his fingers.  Molly found
herself grinding her ass against his hardon and suddenly, she wasn't shy
any more.  She backed up, pushing Bobby backwards and turned to kiss him
Hotly.

   "OK, I'm ready to do that." she gasped.  they ran back to the living
room, shedding clothing along the way.  Molly flopped down on the couch,
leaning back as Bobby, his prick waving in the air, bent over and pulled
her panties off of her.  Then, as they locked lips, he sunk down until her
hand found him and guided him to her treasure.

   Bobby had only had one sexual partner in his life.  Dee had been frantic
to get him inside her and appreciative when he slammed his engorged prick
into her belly.  So Bobby only knew one way to enter a woman.  The fact
that Molly was a virgin didn't even cross his mind, and it wouldn't have
mattered if it had.  The only thing that saved Molly was the fact that she
had opened herself up with three fingers as she and Megan played.  Her
hymen was gone, but that didn't help much.  She went from empty to
overflowing in less than a second, and it hurt.

   "AUUGGGHHH" she screamed into Bobby's mouth.  Her hands pushed at his
chest and their lips parted.  "OH IT HURTS IT HURTS TAKE IT OUT OH TAKE IT
OUT" she babbled.  But Bobby wasn't listening.  He began to do what he had
seen Chance doing to his sister and fucked poor Molly's virgin pussy with
long punishing strokes.  He leaned down and sucked at one of Molly's
sensitive nipples, sucking hard, and THAT hurt too!  But that hurt was a
sweet hurt and she concentrated on that.  Then, to her amazement, the pain
lessened and she felt a twinge of sweet pleasure in her pussy.  As she
marveled at that the pleasure got stronger and the pain began to fade a
little.

   By happenstance, and the buildup of lactic acid in the muscles in
Bobby's lower back, he had to take a break from fucking Molly's brains out.
He chose to take that break in the 'down' position, which drove his cock as
far into Molly's pussy as he could get.  It also mashed her little clitty
...  and THAT is when Molly decided that things weren't so bad after all.
Her hands slapped to his butt and she pulled him to one side.  That scraped
him across her clit and she almost swooned from the pleasure of it.  Her
hands directed him back in the other direction and she felt streaks of hot
fun flash through her pussy.  While Bobby wasn't listening, his body felt
what she was doing and he sensed that she liked that, so he exaggerated the
movements, swaying back and forth repeatedly.  That dug the tip of his cock
into her cervix and massaged her clit at the same time.

   Molly came.  The pain had been excruciating when he penetrated her.  But
this feeling was overwhelming and she heard herself gurgle like Megan had
been doing.  She thought she might die of happiness as the sensation washed
through her whole body.  At that moment she loved Bobby more than anyone on
earth.

   Then Bobby sucked in air and froze, his penis deep inside her.  She felt
it swell in her ravaged pussy and then warmth flooded her insides.  Dimly
she knew he was shooting his sperm into her, but all she could do was smile
at the feel of that wet, hot feeling.  She went limp, gasping to get air
into her starving lungs.

   ================================================

   When Chance and Megan had gotten to Molly's bedroom, Megan turned shy
herself.  Chance was, after all, much older than she was.  But Chance knew
what to do.  He told her how beautiful she was, and how much he liked the
way she had her hair done, and how he loved looking into her eyes.  She was
thrilled to hear this handsome man paying her so many compliments.  He
touched her on the arm, and on the cheek, stroking her hair and somehow she
found herself sitting on the bed staring up into his eyes as he leaned over
to kiss her.  That kiss took her breath away and she went limp in his arms.

   He let her breathe for a minute when he broke that kiss.  "Why do you
want to do this Megan?" he asked.

   She was surprised.  Boys she knew wanted to do lots of things with her
and kissing was only the first part.  She usually had trouble fighting them
off after the kissing started.  So this was different ...  odd in a way. 
"I don't know.  I want to know what it's like I guess."

   "You know that after tonight, you'll be a woman.  Your little girl days
will be all over and gone." He ran one finger along her arm, down her wrist
and onto her palm, touching three erogenous zones Megan didn't even know
she had.  She shivered.

   "I'm not a little girl any more." she said, but there was no heat in her
voice.

   Chance reached out and cupped her breast, holding it like he was trying
to estimate its weight.  "I can see that." he said.  "You're all woman
physically.  Here ..." He took the hand he'd been holding and rested it on
the lump in his pants.  "That's what you do to me little Megan.  You make
me rock hard.  You make me want to see you naked.  You make me want to make
hot passionate love to you."

   These were the things she'd always dreamed some man would say to her,
and her handsome cousin had found the formula to make her putty in his
hands.

   "Can I do that little Megan?  Can I touch you ...  and taste you ... 
and love you?"

   "Ohh yessss" she sighed.  "I want you to do all those things."

   He stripped her while she stood, and each part of her he uncovered he
kissed and commented on, telling her over and over how beautiful she was.
Then he stripped himself.  The last thing he did was show her his cock.

   She gasped when she saw it.  "It's so big" she whispered.  "Chance, I
had no idea.  It won't fit in me Chance.  It will never fit!"

   He soothed her.  "Oh yes it will my little darling.  And I won't hurt
you either.  We'll go slowly.  Right now why don't you play with it a
little ...  get to know him.  He's very happy to meet you."

   He was expert at appealing to the little girl that was still in her, no
matter what she wanted to believe.  First she touched it with her
fingertip, pushing it this way and that.  Then she put her hand around it.
She talked to it ...  baby language ...  telling it how handsome it was,
and how big and how strong and trying to make it promise it wouldn't hurt
her.

   "Give it a kiss." he urged.

   Megan had always wanted to do this, and she kissed it all over, then
licked and finally took as much in her mouth as she could.

   "Ohhh baby that feels so good." Chance said.  But he didn't want to cum
in her mouth.  He wanted his seed deep inside her tight teenage belly.  He
pulled her up and put her on the bed.  "My turn to make you feel good." he
said.  He kissed her knees, and then kept kissing his way up her inner
thighs to her pussy.  By the time he got there her legs were wide open and
she was panting.  He lapped at her sex like a dog, using the flat of his
tongue, and then drilled his stiffened tongue into her.  He explored,
looking for her hymen, but it was gone, lost to wild masturbation sessions
long ago.

   Now he kissed his way up to her abdomen, right over where her ovaries
were located, and kissed his way from there down where her fallopian tubes
ran and back into her pussy.  By the time he kissed his way back up to her
breasts, he had attacked and conquered no less than fifteen of her
erogenous zones and she was ready to mate.  He let the tip of his cock dig
into her pussy mouth when he started on her breasts.

   Megan felt the intruder at her gates, but he was making her feel so
wonderful that she just knew it was OK.  When he began sucking her nipples
she wanted to shout and cry and yell at how fantastic it felt.  Electrical
bolts seemed to shoot from the nipple he was sucking on to the pussy his
prick was nudging into.  As he moved, his prick dug deeper, then retreated.

   Chance reached down and closed one of his hands around the front of his
prick, leaving an inch or two sticking out.  Then he inserted the tip of
his cock into her and pushed until his hand hit her pussy lips and stopped
him.  His hand also hit her sensitive teen clitty.

   Megan raised her head off the bed and looked at where they were joined.
"It's in me.  I can feel it going in me."

   "Just a little" he said soothingly.  "I'm going to go very slow.  If it
hurts I want you to tell me."

   "It doesn't hurt." she said.  "It feels wonderful.  Can you put more
in?"

   Chance simply let more of his cock slid through his hand before he
clamped down again.  He fucked her with three inches.  In and out ...  in
and out ...  each time, his hand mashing her clit.

   "More" she moaned.

   Chance let her have four inches.  That was all he could make come past
his hand.  But it was only half his cock.

   Megan loved the four inches she was getting and her hips were beginning
to respond.  "How does that feel?" he said softly.

   "I love it" she whined.  "Can you put any more in?"

   "Sure baby.  If you want more, I'll give you more."

   He took his hand away and tried to feel with his cock how much more to
give her.  He had gotten six inches in her and was taking it easy when her
hands came to his ass and pulled.

   He let her have it all.

   Megan groaned as his cock knocked at the gates of her womb and stretched
her cervix, trying to get in.  It hurt, but it was a hurt she hoped she'd
feel over and over again, like the pain of a good workout.  And she decided
that she liked having a man's penis inside her ...  deep inside her.

   "I love you Chance" she sighed.

   "Sure you do baby" he grinned.  "And I love you too.  You ready to have
some fun?"

   "Ohh yesss."

   Then Chance fucked her like she already was a woman.  First her legs
shot out to the sides, like she was trying to do the splits.  Then she
wrapped them around him, her heels on his ass.  Then she stuck them
straight up in the air.  He was going deep.  "Oh Megan baby you're sooo hot
and soo tight" groaned Chance.

   Megan set up a chant and suddenly she was bucking her hips up off the
bed at him, cumming hard on his cock.

   He pushed and squirmed, knowing he was close to losing it.  He felt his
prick stretch her cervix again.  Then, with the tip firmly inside her womb,
he came.

   Whether it was genetics, or fate, we don't know.  What we know is that
Chance did something few men ever do.  As his swirling sperm entered
Megan's womb it found an egg and attacked.  The egg gave up almost
immediately, allowing one little wriggler to penetrate and burrow inside.

   Chance had fathered children on a mother and her daughter in the short
space of only five days.

  
=========================================================================

   The two young couples, their lust sated, met back in the living room
and, after many kisses and the urge to couple again was fought off, the
girls retired to Molly's room, where they were uncharacteristically quiet.
They cuddled together, naked, their firm, flat bellies full of warm sperm
and drifted off to sleep.

   Bobby and Chance fell into exhausted, but happy sleep in Chance's room.

   In Dee's bedroom, the two women worked on Rudy until he was hard again,
and Cathy got her chance.  Then there were two women sleeping in that room
too who were full of spunk, and Rudy slept as if he were dead.

   =======================================================================

   Breakfast the next morning was charged with excitement.  Cathy and Dee
no longer dreaded the task of prepping the stallions.  They had Rudy to
deal with the results.  Neither was aware that her daughter was no longer a
virgin, but neither was thinking of that.

   The two girls couldn't wait to get their hands on one of those two foot
boners, knowing that their lust too could be dealt with by their new
lovers. Both girls were sore, but in a pleasant way and were looking
forward to having a stiff prick shoved up in them again.

   The men were also filled with a pleasant anticipation.  They all knew
what the women were like when they'd been prepping studs.

   Dee took charge and led them all to the breeding pen.  She assigned
horses to teams, and missed completely the fact that Megan insisted that
she be partnered with Chance, while Molly wanted Bobby to be her partner.

   Rudy simply said he'd help whoever needed help.

   Dee took the first pair of horses and Rudy helped.  She eagerly stroked
the stallion until it was heaving and trembling and let her feelings go. 
Then she stood back and leaned against Rudy as the horses mated.  Rudy
stroked her hips and smelled her hair.

   Bobby and Molly had the next pair ready to go and Molly prepped that
stud while her mother was gone, leading the first mare back to her stall.
Molly was perhaps a little too enthusiastic and almost brought the stallion
off before Chance suggested his penis was clean enough.  Molly hugged Bobby
while their pair mated.

   Chance and Megan were next and Chance had to drag her out from under the
stallion to keep her from making the horse ejaculate.  He pulled her with
his hands on her breasts.  She was flushed and breathing hard.  She wanted
a kiss and Chance gave it to her while Cathy looked on in amazement.

   But now it was her turn, so she put it out of her mind and went to get
her mare.  Then she stroked the stud's long hard penis lovingly and let her
pussy get as wet as it wanted to get.

   They rotated like that through fifteen sets of horses before lunch. 
Everybody in the pen wanted to strip naked and fuck somebody, but all of
them resisted.  They ate a cold lunch and went back to it, having only
twelve more sets of horses to breed.

   It was Dee who broke first.  She had prepped a young Arabian stallion.
It was his first time to breed, and while he wanted to, he had difficulty
hitting the target.  Dee went over to the bucking pair and guided the penis
into the mare's vagina.  It was dangerous, and she couldn't help but jack
on the horse as the tip went in the mare.  The stallion lunged forward,
burying his virgin prick in the mare and Chance grabbed his mother to pull
her away from the danger.  He ended up with his hands full of his mother's
breasts, and her butt firmly pressed into his erection.  She turned, her
eyes wild and impulsively kissed her son on the lips.  She ground her pussy
into his prick and then pushed him away.

   "Rudy!" she cried.  He stepped up and she pulled him out of the pen. 
They didn't go to the house.  They went to the same stall that Chance had
taken Cathy in.  And Dee didn't care who knew what they were doing.  No one
actually went to watch, but everyone knew what was happening, based on
Dee's cries of joy as Rudy filled her with his prick.

   Cathy didn't know what to do as she looked at her children and her niece
and nephew.  None of them seemed to be surprised in any way at what was
happening.  So she simply watched as Megan and Chance took the next pair
and mated them.

   This time, knowing what was going on in the stall nearby, Megan's hands
shook as they stroked the stud's penis.  She wanted more than just a kiss,
and she pulled Chance out of the pen, looking left and right, trying to
find someplace to get her pussy stuffed.  Chance simply pulled her outside
and pushed her up against the wall of the barn.  He got her jeans down and
off one foot, and his to his knees.  Then he bent his knees, slotted his
prick in her weeping pussy, and stood up.  Megan's first orgasm, hanging on
her own personal stud, was loud enough to carry on the afternoon air.

   Inside, Cathy turned her head when she heard her daughter's cries of
joy. "What in the world?" she said and started for the gate.

   Bobby stopped her.  "Don't go out there Mom." he said.

   Cathy's pussy clenched.  "You don't mean ...." she gasped.  "MEGAN?  My
little MEGAN is out there ...  and Chance is ...." She remembered with
amazing clarity what Chance could do with that lovely prick of his.  Her
little girl ...  with that monster prick stuck up in her belly?  Cathy felt
her knees get weak.

   Not knowing what else to do Cathy watched Bobby and Molly take the next
pair of horses.  Molly was sobbing by the time she was done, and Bobby
asked his mother to take the mare back to her stall so he could have Molly
go with him and the stallion.  Cathy thought he was just being supportive
of his cousin, but on the way back to the breeding pen she heard more sobs
and went to help.  What she found was her son, his pants at his knees as he
lay on the hay in a stall.  And Molly, naked from the waist down, was
riding Bobby's cock like she was trying to win a barrel race.  Her sobs
were sobs of joy at being filled to capacity with Bobby's prick.

   It was too much.  She ran for the stall where she knew Rudy and Dee
were. She barged in and found Rudy lying on top of Dee, who had calmed down
and was in the process of telling Rudy how fantastic a lover he was.  She
looked up at Cathy and saw the emotion on her face.

   "Rudy, it's Cathy's turn again." she said, pushing at his chest.

   Rudy stood up, his prick strong and long.  "I didn't cum yet." he said
as he held his arms out to his wife.

   "Chance is fucking Megan" she moaned.  "And Bobby is fucking Molly!" she
yipped.

   All that information did was make Rudy harder.  "And it's your turn to
get fucked too, my darling." he said as he unbuttoned her shirt.  Within a
minute Cathy was in the throes of an orgasm as her husband prodded her and
rodded her.

   "Go ahead and cum in her Rudy" said Dee.  "I think I'm OK now."

   With a sigh of relief Rudy dumped his balls in his lovely wife.

   --------------------------------------------------------------

   All the horses were in their pens and taken care of.  All had been bred.
All the humans were eating dinner.  It was uncomfortable for all the
parents.  The children were happy as larks.  Cathy tried several times to
broach the subject of what was going on with whom, and whether or not it
was a good idea.  But her own behavior made her opinion worth ...  well ...
not worth much.  She looked at Rudy, but got ho help there.  He had already
told her "They're growing up.  It's too late to do anything about it now.
Our job is to love them no matter what happens."

   The youngsters weren't rude or obvious about it.  After dinner everyone
talked, or played games, or watched TV.  The girls paid attention to their
lovers, but not in any way that wouldn't look completely normal.  The
adults were likewise willing to save it for the bedroom, though both women
cuddled with Rudy while they watched TV.

   During snippets of quiet conversation, the girls determined that, after
everyone was in bed Molly would stay in her room, and Megan would go to
Chances room.  They informed the boys of their decision and suggested that
Bobby should go to Molly's room at the same time.  They agreed that ten
o'clock was the time to make the switch.

   Everyone retired at nine, and it wasn't until five till ten that Molly
came up with her idea.

   "You wanna play a joke on them?  You wanna switch?" she asked Megan, who
was getting ready to sneak down the hall.

   "What!?" said an astounded Megan.

   "Think about how much fun it would be to fool the boys.  You stay here
and I'll go to Chance's room.  They'll think I'm you and you're me.  We'll
let them get all hot and bothered and then tell them who we really are! 
It'll be a huge prank!  Come on, it'll be fun.  Then after we've had our
laugh we can switch back.  Come on.  Let's do it!"

   Megan liked the idea.  But to make it work the girls had to be naked,
and it had to be dark.  They had to be naked because the boys would expect
it, and taking off their clothes while they were already in the room made
it too easy for them to make some noise that would give them away.

   So, at ten O'clock sharp, a very naked Molly left her room and sidled
along the wall toward Chance's room.  She saw a dim shadow moving along the
opposite wall and knew it was Bobby coming to see who he THOUGHT was her.
Boy, would he be surprised.

   What neither girl took into account was the reaction of the men.  Both
Chance and Bobby had lusted after their sisters for years.

   Chance knew it was Molly as soon as she came into the room.  He knew it
because he smelled the powder she used after her showers.  He assumed that
his sister lusted after him too.  "Over here" he said softly.  He heard a
giggle.  When she came within reach he grabbed her and latched onto a
nipple.

   Molly wanted to yell and surprise him, but the feel of her brother's
lips on her nipple gave her pause.  She was surprised at how erotic it
felt. When his hand stole between her legs and he inserted a big finger up
in her pussy she automatically bent her knees to let her spread them a
little and give him more room.

   "I'm going to fuck you senseless" whispered Chance as he pulled her onto
the bed and crawled on top of her.

   Now Molly HAD to say something.  "Chance!  It's me!  Surprise" she said,
trying not to be too loud.

   "I know it's you." he said as he kneed between her thighs and pushed his
cock to her pussy mouth.

   "But Chance ..." Molly started to say he couldn't do this.  The problem
was that by the time she was ready to say it, he already had.  Chance was
bigger and longer than Bobby.  As she felt her brother's penis slide almost
all the way in her, the only thing Molly could think of, other than the
fantastic feel of it, was that she was sure glad Bobby had been her first,
and not Chance.

   In the other room Bobby snuck in and saw a pale naked body on the bed.
His prick dripped with anticipation and he ran on his tiptoes, flinging
himself on top of the girl.  He found her lips and crushed his to them.  It
was an electric kiss.  He knew something was different about Molly, but he
wasn't interested in finding out what it was.  He was interested in getting
his dick wet.  She was keeping her legs closed for some reason, so he
reached down and slid a finger in her, digging it deep as the kiss went on
and on.

   For Megan, she didn't have a chance to yell "surprise".  He was on her
like a tiger.  Bobby was much more aggressive than Chance, rougher. 
Something in her liked that a little.  And when he slid his finger in her
she got horny instantly.  It occurred to her lust fogged mind that the joke
would be even better if she actually let him get inside her and THEN yelled
surprise.  He'd never live that down.

   She spread her legs.

   Bobby felt her legs go apart and went immediately for the gusto.  He
fisted his cock, notched it and entered his lover the only way he knew how
...  fast, hard and deep.

   Megan whoofed as the breath was knocked from her lungs.  Instantly she
was stuffed with prick and Bobby was hauling it out and shoving it back in
her rapidly.  She couldn't yell "surprise".  She couldn't yell ANYTHING. 
She gasped, trying to get air in her lungs and then her pussy alerted her
that it was time for an orgasm.

   In the middle of that orgasm Megan felt that familiar wet heat that told
her she was being filled with her own brother's sperm.  By now she wanted
it.

   In the other room Molly had finally been able to say "We can't".  The
fact that they already were was ignored.

   "Sure we can" said Chance, digging deeper into his sister's pussy.

   Molly's pussy had also determined it was time for a nice long orgasm. 
What came out of her mouth was "OK".  She was glad she did.  Chance made
love in a completely different way than Bobby did.  He was gentle, but
firm. He was bigger, but softer too.  And he touched her absolutely
everywhere she could be touched in her pussy.  Her orgasm was wonderfully
sweet and lasted a long time.  And he was fucking her so gently that, when
he leaned down and said "Gonna give you a pussyful" she could feel each
jerk of his cock as his semen flowed into her.  She was very glad she had
come, even though it hadn't worked out the way she thought it would.

   When it was over Molly licked her brother's ear.  "You goose, it was
supposed to be a joke.  We were going to tease you and then yell "surprise"
and go back to the right rooms.

   "Well, as far as I'm concerned, you can stay here, or go back.  Take
your pick."

   In the end, Molly decided to stay long enough to get ANOTHER pussyful,
and THEN go back.  It was fortunate that Megan had the exact same idea.

   Finally though, Molly said "I'll go get Megan and send her back here."
The switch was made and it all started all over again.

  
===========================================================================
==

   In Dee's bedroom Rudy watched in silence as his wife and his
sister-in-law disrobed.  Both of them put on a show for him, as if they
were in competition.  Then both of them went to Rudy and began taking his
clothing off.  Their competition continued as each tried to get her mouth
on his straining organ, but eventually they took turns until he pushed them
away.

   Rudy put them on the bed, side by side and took turns licking and
sucking their pussies as the women stroked each other.  When they found
themselves sharing a kiss both were astonished, and at the same time
strangely content that they could do this.

   Rudy mounted Cathy and stroked in her while Dee leaned over and suckled
at one nipple.  Then he switched and went deeply into Dee as Cathy returned
the favor.  When he went back to Cathy he continued until she had a long,
slow orgasm, and while she rested he fucked Dee to her own.  His urge to
cum was there, but under control.

   Then he had them get on their hands and knees and came into them from
behind, calling them his little mares.  Again, Cathy came first, her head
down on the bed, her fingers flicking her clit.  When he took Dee he leaned
down, resting his chest on her back and cupping her hanging breasts.  He
went into overdrive, jamming his prick into her as fast as he could and,
just as he felt her pussy clench around him, he sighed and filled her up
with steaming spunk.  He half rolled and half fell between them, tired, and
drifted off to sleep.

  
===========================================================================
=======

   The moon rose over the ranch, shining down on it with a ghostly pale
light.  There were, at that moment, sixty-four females on that ranch ... 
sixty mares ...  and four humans.

   All of them were pregnant.  It had been a very successful breeding
season on the Rocking R Ranch.
   


  
Breeding Season at the Rocking R - version CHARLIE