During the rest of the journey all of the college guys, including Rob and all the guys from the other car, and Chas swapped positions numerous times throughout the trip and when they finally drove up to the farm, everyone was well satisfied. Everyone, that is, except me. Where as all the guys had cum numerous times during the journey, I was a picture of pent up sexual frustration.
“Boys, she’s so hot, she’d fuck a fence post,” Chas said to the group, mockingly, getting to the farm hand mode as they all climbed out of the van.
They all laughed. I got out and slipped my dress back on.
“Yea, and probably fuck anything that walks on two or four legs as well,” Rob said.
More laughing.
“Great! Great! The rest of the group’s arrived!” bellowed Bob, the farm owner, as we all walked into the lodge house.
A portly, gray-haired man, Bob and his diminutive, leathery-skinned wife, Harriett, reminded me of a couple who should be running a crop farm or a bed and breakfast, rather than a sex resort. Chas introduced us all, and told Bob and Harriet how they had warmed me up on the journey ready for the show, and how I had a cunt, ass, and belly full of cum to show for it. They both laughed and said they were glad to hear it. Bob added he was looking forward to adding his cum to my ass and cunt later as well.
Introductions were made all around and we met the other three couples with whom we would be sharing the session. We met Emma and Phil, a short, slim couple in their 40’s and Jerry and Rita, a mismatched couple if ever there were one, I thought. Jerry was well into his 60’s, very tall at six foot eight, with gray haired and a pencil thin body. Rita, his wife, on the other hand, was a hefty Midwest girl in her twenties with peroxide-white hair. The last couple introduced startled me a bit, as I recalled their faces from photos and movies on the farm website.
“This here is LeAnn and Roy,” Bob boomed gleefully.
“Why hell, they’re such regulars here, we feel like they’re family. “Cept they keep throwin’ money at us, trying to buy the place and the horses.”
I smiled as I greeted the stunning blonde. Her enormous breasts, as I knew from the photos, were obvious implants with no sign of subtlety. They were at least 44 inches, but stood unnaturally, albeit awkwardly, straight out. Her full, pouting lips were obviously the result of collagen injections. But what I noticed more than LeAnn’s huge breasts and lips were the diamonds – a necklace, bracelet, earrings, and rings – all huge, all real. Her clothes were tailored and expensive. I guessed Roy to be an ex- footballer with this, his trophy wife toy. In his 30’s, he was tanned, health club fit and very handsome, with a heavy Southwest accent when he spoke.
“M’aam,” Roy said smoothly, as he shook my hand.
“Really lookin’ forward to watchin’ you ride that stallion.”
“Well,” said Bob, jumping in. “I guess that takes us right to it, don’t it! So you all unpack and come on out to the barn. Fellas, don’t forget to bring your cameras, but remember, no flashes. Spooks the horses, and I’m sure the ladies don’t much like it either,” he said laughing.
Within minutes, the place looked like a nudist camp, with everyone running around naked and rushing out to the barn. I bumped into LeAnn in the hallway, both of us naked, clad only in our high heels.
“I have a small confession to make. We’re not here accidentally this time,” LeAnn said after they had chatted for a minute.
“Bob showed us some photos your Chas sent to him, so we asked Bob to let us know if you ever decided to come. That’s why Roy was really hot to see you. And…, well, so was I.”
The blonde looked down at my shaved cunt and added, “You’ll have a lot of fun with that today.” and gently stroked my moist cunt.
“ummm, I’m sure I will,” I replied, now feeling that the conversation had grown a bit sexier.
LeAnn asked, “May I?”
Without a word, the buxom blonde dropped to her knees in the hallway as I spread my legs. In a second, LeAnn had buried her head between my legs. I moaned as she lapped at my juicy cunt until I cum.
I started to say “Thank you,” but before I could, LeAnn stood up and pressed her body firmly against mine and kissed me.
LeAnn put her hand onto my pubic mound, then slipped one, two, three, and finally four fingers into my generous, dripping cunt, still filled with the boy’s cum from the trip. Breaking the kiss and slipping her hand out from inside of my slit, LeAnn smiled saying,
“Just wanted to make sure you won’t have any problems with the horse, and you shouldn’t with that big well used cunt. Don’t worry, honey, it’ll be fun.”
At that, LeAnn turned and walked down the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, at what LeAnn had just done, nor that she must of felt all of the cum still inside her. Obviously, LeAnn had known what the globs of sticky cream were.
“What was that all about,” said Chas, walking up to me in the hall, after observing the scene with LeAnn.
“I thought I was going to have a heart attack, right there. I’ve never seen that much tit pressed together, except in my dreams,” he said jokingly.
“Well,” I replied. “I think I was just measured, fitted, and approved for the afternoon activities,” I said smiling, as we walked down the hall and out to the barn.
Everyone had gathered outside the barn, as the cluster of naked people milled around waiting for Bob. The men all carried video cameras and Chas had loaned Rob and the college guys some of his extra equipment. I thought that I was not going to have any problem with this, but when I saw my son, Rob, standing there, stark naked with a video camera around his neck, preparing to film me having sex with a horse, I instantly wanted to run.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Trust me,” came the voice at my shoulder. There stood LeAnn, comforting me and noticing that I was staring across at son Rob.
“What’s wrong, Honey?” LeAnn asked. “Did you bring your husband and your lover to the same party?”
“You have no idea. Even worse,” I replied. “Husband…” I said, pointing to Chas, “…and son,” shifting to point to Rob.
“All right!” LeAnn said. “Well, you folks really are going to have a good time, aren’t you?”
After a moment, LeAnn added, her smile now becoming slightly menacing,
“Well, the biggest thing is that you all enjoy yourself. And I can sure help there.”
Then she disappeared into the crowd. I was now confused and a little bit worried about what seemed to come out as a threat from LeAnn. Then I shrugged it off, figuring that I had just read it the wrong way.
Soon Bob and Harriett emerged from the barn leading a brown stallion and brought the animal to rest in front of the group.
“We thought y’all would like a little lesson in animal husbandry,” Bob said, “so for those who’ve never seen one, we’d like to show you what the ladies are about to enjoy. We just need one of the ladies to help us out.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Kari’s voice shot out of the crowd.
“Oh, pleaseeee!! Me! Me! I’ll help. Please, can I?” And at that, she came bounding out of the crowd.
“Why, yes M’aam, you sure can. Just settle down and don’t move quite so fast around the animals,” Bob drawled, as if he were a game show host. “Now just come down here and do as I say.”
Kari dropped down below the horse and for the next few minutes followed Bob’s instructions and he directed her to rub the animal while Harriet waved a small cloth under its nose.
“We just help things along with a little mare scent. And these animals have been well trained, so they know what this is all about. If Mr. Ed ever shows up, he can tell us whether they prefer fucking the ladies or other horses,” Bob drawled.
Waves of laughter erupted in the crowd. I could tell that that was a standard joke that Bob used for every one of these parties. I had the odd feeling that I was on an amusement park tour. Within moments, the horse’s massive pink cock began emerging from the sheath and Bob directed Kari to rub gently and then start to suck. True to form, Kari didn’t hesitate and slipped the huge black, mushroom shaped head of the horse’s cock into her mouth. I looked around and noticed that the men in the group were now all sporting rigid cocks as they watched Kari perform. Some of the men were photographing the action. I also noted that the few women in the group were helping some of the guys out and were sucking on any available cock. Emma was locked onto the cock of her husband Phil, while Rita’s head bobbed up and down on one of the college boy’s rigid member.
I turned around looking to find Chas but saw LeAnn kneeling in front of her son, Rob, her mouth and cheeks stuffed full with the boy’s prick. LeAnn had both of her hands wrapped around the boy’s ass and was rapidly slamming his hips into her face, as his cock disappeared into her full lips. Her husband, Roy, was nearby, not photographing Kari and the horse like the others, but taking pictures of LeAnn sucking Rob. I looked back to Kari and was now amazed as she saw the gigantic, fully erect horse cock swaying beneath the animal and the young girl struggling with the massive member.
“My God, that thing’s huge,” I murmured to myself, amazed not only the length of it, but more by the width.
“There’s no way she’s going to take all that in her mouth.” I murmered to myself.
Kari was able to get the head and four inches down her throat comfortably, but more was just not possible. After several minutes of frantic sucking, Kari was about to quit, when suddenly the girl’s mouth erupted, filled with milky horse cum. I watched as Kari clamped down with her mouth, attempting to swallow all of the enormous discharge and for a moment appeared to be succeeding. In a moment, the girl’s moth exploded again, covering her face and drenching her in a shower of horse semen. Kari coughed and gagged as she tried to recover from the torrent of milky liquid running down her chin and onto her chest.
“Well, as you can see, everything with horses is on a bigger scale,” Bob said to the group, as he helped Kari up. “Some are bigger than others, some will produce more semen than others. Sorta like men,” he quipped. “Two or three cups of semen is about normal, but I’ve got one that, I swear, will give over two quarts. So let’s all head on into the barn, shall we.”
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