Tera's Horse Ride! by wife4hungblk

First let me tell you a little about myself. I am 27, long black hair to my ass, hazel eyes, 5 foot 7 inches tall and I weigh right at 135 lbs… My breasts are perfect, or so I’m told anyway, perfect aureoles that I find pleasant to look at. I have a models build and am considered beautiful by most men and quite a few ladies…giggling! I could probably have any man, or woman, I wanted if I played my cards right, but, it wasn’t a person I wanted at that stage of my life, it was a horse! This a story of how I sated a lifelong fantasy that eventually became a burning need in my life.Let me explain. On a school trip to the zoo when I was around 12 and just entering puberty I stopped to look at the zebras and there was one with his cock hanging, almost touching the ground. All the girls were giggling and pointing as it would jerk and then suddenly stiffen and rise to stand straight out under his belly. I noticed some older ladies sitting around on benches avidly staring with their legs crossed and thighs pumping quickly. As we watched, the zebra walked to another zebra and rose up and placed his front legs over the others hips and we saw his cock straighten and he began hunching it into the female zebra. Some of the older girls laughed nervously and I overheard them talking, saying things like, “I bet you’d like to have it fucking you Beth” and a retort of, “It would probably fit in your pussy Grace, you’re the one that likes those huge black dicks and the zebra’s is black so go for it!”

After we got home I remembered their conversation and was wondering if a woman could really fit something so big in her pussy because mine felt awfully small to take something so big. I decided to search the internet and see what I could find on the subject. Needless to say soon I was immersed in a world of women fucking not only horses but dogs, pigs and a variety of other animals and even fish! I found movies and watched as one after another woman found great enjoyment pressing their pussies up on horse dicks, mules, ponies etc. As I listened to them moan and press up into those huge cocks I felt a stirring in my groin, a yearning feeling that I enjoyed but didn’t really understand. I found myself turning my hips down and rubbing myself on the chair and felt a moistness at my pussy.

I laughed when I wondered if the carrot would feel good right then, let me explain; I knew the mechanics of fucking but not the sensations and emotions involved. I had broken my hymen in a bicycle accident over a year earlier and when the doctor told my mother not to worry she just smiled. In the car she told me I should just be glad it was gone and smiled and started to explain what a hymen was but I just stopped her saying, I know mom, I know! A few weeks after that I had pressed a carrot into my pussy but it didn’t feel good so I didn’t do that anymore. But these new sensation had me thinking maybe I should try it again!

I rose and walked to my door and locked it and stripped my clothes off before again returning to watch women fucking animals. My clit was swollen and pulsing and I felt a real yearning to feel something inside my pussy as I watched remembering the zebra dick and how it had jerked and stiffened and my hand unconsciously moved to touch my clit. I smiled to myself as I remembered the older women there at the zebra pen, thighs pumping as they obviously were thinking of how that big cock would feel crammed up in their pussies. Soon, as I watched a tall blonde woman drive her pussy back into a chestnut colored horse’s huge cock I found the joy of masturbation and orgasm. I had heard of this but never felt a need to partake and now my need said to continue forever.

I spent the rest of my teen years cramming anything that felt good up my pussy including those big black dicks that I learned to love. I found that I loved having my pussy hurt and stretched and by the time I was in college could take the biggest cocks of any men I happened across and some were simply huge! I had a collection of dildos that told the story of how my pussy had stretched over the years. I also did kegel exercises regularly to keep me able to enjoy fucking most men. But all those years I always seemed to cum strongest with men with huge girths or while watching women fuck horses, donkeys etc. One day in my mid twenty’s I realized that I shall never feel fulfilled until I become one of those women I have watched all these years fucking horses. I had dated men from farms hoping one would bring the subject up and they would help me fulfill my dream but it hadn’t happened yet and I was too embarrassed to broach the subject myself. I could never talk of this need with anyone close to me lest they think I was completely corrupted and lewd, which to be honest I am…being honest!. And that brings me to now as I relate and write this.

It had taken some doing to get hired in the office of a horse breeder. But it was all part of my plan to fulfill my fantasy. Ever since I had begun thinking about a horse fucking me it seemed my life had been a preparation to that end. Now as I see horses around me every day I stay aroused and soon after arriving home have my huge dildo embedded in me and am engulfed in fantasy in my mind! For the first few months it took all my time learning the new job. But for that whole time I was listening to the men as they talked and joked about the stallions and the breeders shed. More than one of the Mexican workers had jokingly told me that they would take me to the shed row if I got too smart with them. I thought they were just joking at the time, but little did I know!

I began wandering around the barn area on my lunch time and would see stallions walking by, their cocks hanging and I would feel myself getting moist in my pussy. The men began joking with me whenever they saw me staring at a horses’ big cock as they walked him to the breeding shed. The stallions seemed to know where they were going and why as their cocks would begin extending and hardening as they walked towards the shed. Once, Hernandez commented, “Never find a man hung like that will you Tera?”

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, “I WISH!!!”

I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as he stopped and looked me up and down and asked, “Think you could handle something that big?” with a leering look on his face.

Might be fun trying Hernandez, why, you know somebody hung like that?”

Naw, ain’t no man hung like that. Then he turned and started towards the shed before again stopping and asking, “You ever been in the shed Tera, watched the gals take this hunk of meat?”

“No, but I’m game, can I?”

“He had an evil gleam in his eyes as he said, “Sure babe, c’mon with me”.

I walked with him into the shed where the men had already positioned the female horse. I watched as Hernandez led him to the open end of the enclosure and he began to get agitated, rearing and pawing the air until he was allowed enough rope that he could mount the mare. My clit was throbbing and I had to squeeze my thighs together as I watched his cock waving in the air as it straightened stiffly, all the while thinking what it would feel like inside me. He mounted her and was hunching his steely cock forcefully while trying to find her pussy until a man gripped him and guided him to where he wanted to be. The mare whinnied as he began forcing his hard cock into her and seemed to back into him like she really wanted all of it. Watching him pounding his cock deep inside her had my breathing raspy and shallow and my pussy felt so empty and yearning. I was mesmerized by the force of his thrusting and was thinking of how it would hurt to have that big cock rammed in my pussy like that. I wanted that so badly but I had to admit that after watching it I wasn’t so sure I could really go through with it….it was so big…..but I knew other women fucked horses so I was determined to make it happen for me. I was in a trance-like state as I watched him thrust into her and could see his big balls jerking as he shot his cum deep inside the mare.

I don’t know how long the men had been watching me as I gazed intently but they were all laughing and pointing at me when I finally heard them laughing. They seemed to know what I was thinking and that fact caused my cheeks to inflame and I turned and walked from the shed as they all roared with laughter. After that I became very curt with the men because they all leered at me like they knew my secret and a few even became very pissed at me because of it. The owner of the farm was an older man and he flirted with me every time he was around me but I knew he couldn’t do me any good so I usually ignored his remarks or just rebuked him for them as he was married to a nice lady. His wife had hired me and I knew he couldn’t fire me as long as she wanted me and liked me there.

One day she came into the office and told me I should be nicer to the men because something bad might happen to me if they got mad enough at me and her husband might not stop it because he thought I was kinda uppity at times. When I asked her what kind of thing she would only say, “Well Tera, before I married him I had your job and I felt like I was better than these Mexican guys and just let me say that one day they showed me I couldn’t handle all I thought I could and my life hasn’t been the same since”, And honey I love these guys now….she said laughingly

Then she left the office……I saw her walk over to a couple of the guys and put her arms around their shoulders and the three of them walked to the shed row and entered it. A few minutes later I saw Hernandez walking a stallion to the shed and I looked at the days schedule and couldn’t find any breeding sessions scheduled……puzzled I went to the intercom and paged the shed. One of the guys answered and when I asked if they were breeding a mare he laughed and said, “No, we’re training a stallion so don’t come over here because he might get rowdy and we don’t want you getting hurt.” And then he turned the intercom off so I couldn’t even page them. I knew Connie was in the shed and wondered why she was allowed to stay if I wasn’t allowed in there. Most of the men had already went home and no-one appeared to be around and as my curiosity got the best of me I slowly walked to the shed row. Although constructed of cinder block the back door was wood and had cracks running the length of it from a few well-placed kicks from some of the stallions.