the twisted mind

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Part One of The Woodenhorse Trilogy - Chapter Three B

I was happy with the results of my first semipublic exposure to strangers. I experimented and pushed forward to the limit for uncoupling and reached down when Danny Boy slipped out of me and then guided him into my vagina.

He was tight in me all over again but I was well lubricated from my own lubrication as I relaxed and he slipped into me. I sent him into a trot and set a nice cadence where I was getting a good stroke without much effort and giving him some good action again. He had already cum in my anus. None had leaked out so I figured I had a good enema working it if there was anything to be had.

I wanted some more in my vagina to work with on exaggerating my hormone levels. That in my bowel definitely was giving me a boost. My nipples had been hard and large as corks since I had mounted him.

The sun was setting when I returned to the barn and I had been in the sling for 4 hours this afternoon. I was not sore until I tried to get out of the sling. I definitely need help now. Bonnie and Randy gave me a hand. Danny had dropped out but it was still awkward getting out of the small sling without something to hang on to. I was also kind of stiff with my legs spread so far apart for so long. I kind of walked funny and Bonnie said I was walking like a "Horsewoman."

I told them about my encounter with the cyclists and they may come back again sometime to watch or participate.

Bonnie had the second suede sling together and had made a little different collar/saddle arrangement for the sling. It did not have a large collar assembly but was tied into an oversized saddle pad. It was the same color as 2 of the horses and was thin looking. It only went down to the edge of the horse's back and was arranged so the straps came around the front of the chest of the horse. These straps were attached to the pad and came from the support strap that went around the horse just behind the forelegs and had a strap at the base of the ribcage to anchor the stirrups to. The front of the pad was stable enough so that the reins threaded through 2 rings at the top in much the same place as the collar. Rebecca had been trying it out when I rode up. She was getting ready to go after me.

We dismounted and gave the horses a grooming and gave them feed for the night. We went into the house to eat and listen to the telephone messages. Nothing unusual although Mom called and said they would be gone for at least another 2 weeks and Aunt Mae called and said they would be back in 7 more days.

Bonnie had forgotten about putting on her clothes before she got into her pickup and we reminded her.

"Just what I would have needed, driving through town, and getting stopped and strip searched on Main street." She went into the barn and put them back on. She asked if she could come back out tomorrow if she was not doing anything and riding.

Three Belly riders riding around the neighborhood sounded luscious.

The next morning Rebecca and I did the chores as Randy went into town to get a few supplies. Rebecca and I had decided that we would be getting a couple of piercings and Randy was also to check out the whereabouts of any shops that might do them. He also needed to pick up a couple of veterinary supplies for us that we had found the names of and purposes on the Internet.

After the horses and goats were fed and groomed we prepared Danny and the second horse to be checked out for carrying a sling Ducky. They were ready for us when we mounted the suede slings. Neither Rebecca nor I wished to try to get into the other sling yet by ourselves. Both of us were able to mount the stallions and guide them into their intended orifices comfortably. We had prepared ourselves well. It was our intention to remain in the slings for all day to find out just how long the horse could stay aroused and in us and not retract back into their sheath. I carried the remote gate key in case there were visitors and we were on the horses within sight of the gate.

Danny felt good this morning and entered me on cue without help. I crouched under his belly in the sling and caught him as he came out of his sheath. Everything fit very comfortably and I felt comfortable easing through my first orgasm of the ride without attendance by Rebecca and she felt the same. Danny boy walked himself around the corral 4 times as I had my orgasm and when I was able to guide him out he came in me filling me to overflowing.

We were set for the morning. We took a round about way to the gate and found that there were more than a few thickets where a girl could get scratched up riding exposed under a horse. We were glad we had not used the other sling. We wandered into a small herd of deer that we did not know were on the property. They were used to horses by themselves and did not notice us at first. When Rebecca and I noticed the stag and we commented on his state, the sound of our voices spooked the herd and they took off. It was close to noon when we got down to the lower pasture and the horses were browsing and eating while Rebecca and I dozed in the shade of our mounts. Occasionally a car or pickup would drive by but they did not notice us behind the trees along the road.

Randy arrived and we buzzed him through. He looked and spotted us from the gate and honked. We had been in the slings for 6 hours. Sometimes we would need to bend and unbend our legs a little to keep circulation going, but otherwise we felt fine. Both horses dropped out after about 2 and a half hours but were able to get it up again for another session after about an hour. We had both been working on them to get another shot of cum when he drove up.

We followed him up to the barn. We took a break and cleaned up a bit. He had picked up a couple of injectables to keep the horse enlarged for 4-6 hours and another that would expand the head of his cock by at least 25-40%. The instructions were very specific on the amounts and how long it would last as well as where to inject it. It also cautioned against specific combinations of other drugs and interaction. This one was in the very end itself, the other types that were approved would be injected into the phallus just forward of the sheath. One other would be injected into his scrotum. That one would at least double the amount of semen to be produced in the next 48 hours. It could only be used sequentially once a month, otherwise once a week. We decided that we would not do any extended dosages until at least tomorrow because the insects would eat us alive at night after sunset.

There is a tattoo parlor just outside of town that does body piercings. The shop is run by a lady that wears a fair amount of samples. Randy said she has about 1 or 2 customers per hour. Unless it is a group there is rarely more than one car in front of the shop at a time. When one leaves another arrives in less than a couple of minutes. He had gone in and told her he was shopping for some friends.

The woman grinned and asked. "A man or a woman?"

He had replied "Two very women." She asked what they might be looking for and he told her "Hood and Nipple piercings that may be useful."

She took out a couple of catalogs and opened a cabinet of samples. The catalogs had close up pictures of several of the ornaments with different depths and sizes of ornaments and nipples with Hood and Clit piercings besides several other feminine organ piercings. She suggested that she also do one for him if he wished.

I think I will wait until after the girls do theirs. They may have something else in store for me.

Rebecca suggested that we do a little experiment on Randy right now. He looked a little concerned. I added the Ganz injection and Rebecca agreed. He said. "How about a partial. I don't know how much it might or may not do. I was afraid you wanted to try the enlargement prolongation or the semen booster."

"That is an idea for later but for now this one should be good." I told him. "We are opened to the horse size now although we do get smaller an hour later and overnight."

He agreed to a partial dose according to the label instructions. He removed his clothes. He was aroused already but we were wondering how he would be about half again as big or bigger. We got the syringe ready and only fudged a little on the dosage.

It was only a matter of about 2 minutes until it was evident that his Ganz was definitely getting bigger. It was now about 2 inches across and that was not the only thing growing. Rebecca hopped onto his growing organ before it might become painful although Randy said it felt good. Rebecca said that he had never felt so good. She said it was almost like Jade except the knot was the other end. Randy was enjoying it as well and I accepted it and knew that they would be going at it for at least a half hour or so. I settled down to look at the web pages of the piercings and what I knew I wanted.

I had a nice vest that I wanted to wear without a shirt or blouse. I could button it or leave it open although when I left it open it had a tendency to fly open if the wind caught it unexpectedly. I also knew that if I wore it in the sling, it would flop open if I was on my back and would provide no protection or use if I was on my stomach. I also had a pair of suede leather pants that I wanted to open the crotch on. I did not know how far I might be able to go in different places but I knew that I would probably be ok as long as I was not around any school age kids. I knew that I would like to open options for doing some belly riding in at least semi public and year around. I did know that one of the options were some of the, shall I say "fertility festivals," in the western hemisphere like the Mardi Gras in both the northern and the southern hemispheres. Also in the mix were some of the outlaw rodeos that both my aunt and Bonnie had mentioned in passing over the years.

I tried the vest on and marked where my nipples hit when the vest was buttoned and unbuttoned I unbuttoned it and marked where my nipples touched if I wrapped the vest around while I was bending over. Buttoned or unbuttoned the marks were only about a half an inch apart while standing straight. The marks while buttoned and leaning over were pretty much the same. The marks with me bending over and my boobs hanging down, were about 2 inches higher and 2 inches toward the center. I cut 2 ½ inch holes at the mark for standing toward the side. When I put clothes pins on my nipples while wearing it I was comfortable in all positions. Now with piercings I could button my nipples through the vest and I would only gap a little if I was unbuttoned.

I looked carefully at the pants. I began by removing the front zipper. I found that they did not gap much. I also found that if I opened the seam past inseam in the bottom about 2 inches, I would be able to give full access when I spread my legs. The only problem might be if the horse came in me it would all run inside and soak the inside of the back. Of course, my own cum, would do the same thing. I didn't want to open up the back too much or it would be too obvious that I was fully exposed. I decided to slightly open the bottom down the side of the crotch to about an inch around the cross seam and it would not be obvious unless I bent over. I left the top of the fly in place. I looked in a mirror and I think I looked quite decent. I thought how I would have thought a year or 2 ago and then I thought how I have changed.

Randy and Rebecca finally got done with testing him out and he was ready to go again in about 20 minutes. He was kind of purple on the end and still big even though he was semi limp. I gave him some Viagra for a booster and he began cumming up in another 10 minutes. He had never been so big. He was better that 2-1/2 inches across and at least 10 inches long. I was ready and hopped on to initiate my cowgirl outfit. I even wore a hat. He performed admirably. A horse would have a difficult time replacing him for the long term.

Bonnie called and said that she got busy but would definitely be out tomorrow. I told her that we would try to be mounted continuously for at least 6 hours while we were trying some hormone shots on the horses. She told us to be very careful when doing that and to not drink too much water. Also don't give the horses any sugar as it would act as a diuretic. We didn't want that if they were coupled in us. Also don't ride them too hard as they will want more or too much water. They should only get about a cup full every 2 hours. We thanked her for the advice. Some of it we had not thought of.

We got plenty of sleep and did not need the alarm clock in the morning. All the chores were out of the way by breakfast at 7:00. I decided against wearing the cowgirl outfit today and both Rebecca and I would use the new original styled slings. The suede was so soft and we knew the temperature would be in the 90's, well above the current 72 degrees. We did take a little accessory with us and that was a little sling we could snap into place to support our heads as we snoozed in the pasture.

Both Rebecca and I were mounted and comfortable when Randy prepared the hormone injections for the horses. We were coupled and the horses were aroused when he injected them. They hardly noticed it as it was probably about the same as a tiny bug bite. They enlarged a little but that was expected. But the description said they would stay that way for 4-6 hours. We made our way to the lower pasture it would be a long day in the sling. One thing about this sling is we had just enough room to do our own clits while we were coupling, when we were not actually going anywhere.

We had been at the lower pasture by the road about 5 minutes when Bonnie drove up and honked at us and we buzzed her in the gate. She stopped and talked to us a bit and mentioned that there was a group of cyclists about 4 miles back and they would probably be by in about 10 minutes. She said it was about 8 people with about the same number of men as women. We told her that we would be expecting and ready for them. Bonnie headed for the barn and Rebecca and I rode the opposite direction around the track at a trot.

We were just finished with our third orgasm and the horses with their second when we saw the cyclist coming up the road. They waved and we waved back while we were still trotting. They pulled into the driveway by the gate and got off as we merged by them in plain sight of the road. We went through better introductions than we did the first time and Rebecca was still coming down from another orgasm with a big smile. She was red all over and kind of had light spots but seemed interested in the company and meeting others in the condition we were both in.

Two of the women were the same ones that had stopped 2 days ago and she commented that we looked a little more comfortable than I did then. I told her that I was and we had given the horses shots to keep them aroused for 4-6 hours. And they would probably cum at least 3 or 4 times. They had already done it twice in the last hour. She looked and said it must have been fun because I was still leaking. I took a finger and tasted it and told her he still tasted good. "Have a taste and see!" she looked closely and touched me just under my stretched vagina and wiped some on her finger and tasted it. She smiled and said, "It is good!"

One of the guys had some sugar and I stopped him before he gave it to the horse. I told him that it can act as a diuretic and I was in no position for him to unload a quart of so of pee. The other day I could have but not today. We joked about it and I told them that I did not know of that effect at that time.

The others were inspecting Rebecca and I and the cum trails and sampling. I volunteered to let some more out if they had a small container. One of the guys had an empty bottle and I told him to hold it at my anus. He did and I pushed forwards about 12 inches and some flowed out of me. All the women were commenting about the length and girth of the massive cock inside of me. The guys were speechless and just stared. I slipped back on but he caught all that I had let out and offered the water bottle to the others as he licked off his hands. I had cum a little as I slid back down and had sprayed him pretty good.

I mentioned that Randy and Bonnie were at the house and we would accompany them if they wanted to risk the rough road for the mile ride to the house for some coffee. The woman who had been here before said that would be good but they asked if they could join us in the grass. "The guys had a big problem after they left the last time and so did we. We got sidetracked and went into some woods for sex and it turned out we were only behind a bush at a cabin and there were about 6 very young kids watching when we were finished and then a very angry mom. We had a hell of a time getting away. It wouldn't have been so bad except only 1 couple was married amongst us. The rest had only met each other about 2 hours before."

We laughed about this and commented that at least it didn't hurt at least 4 of you.

"No it didn't. In fact we 4 have been kind of joined at the hip ever since." Said the older woman. The younger of the 2 women said the same with her partner. "No rings but we have not stopped talking about the experience since then."

All of the men were starting to look like they were hurting with huge bulges. We told them that the trees gave some privacy and they would only need to go about 100 feet. They started going while we stayed back by the gate. The women and the men stripped off their jerseys and shorts as they walked and stayed where they fell down. They wouldn't be noticed from the road because there was only about 1 car every half hour or so come by. Rebecca and I rode around the track a couple of more times and came again. About that time the couples were finishing and were putting on their clothes. I suggested they might want to ride up to the house without them. They looked at each other, put their clothes in their bags and they started up the driveway.

We came to a gate between the pasture and the drive and we asked them to open it and we would join them on the road. They stopped and opened the gate for us and we led them to the house. 3 of the women had to be helped when they fell off their bikes from intense orgasms as they watched us swinging back and forth on the horses and us having one orgasm after another.

We arrived at the barn and Bonnie and Randy were ready for us. Randy had been getting the third horse ready when Bonnie showed up and mentioned the possibility of some cyclists joining us for a bit. They were pleasantly surprised when they arrived sans riding clothes. Rebecca and I were able to chat with the group but we were still coupled with the horses. For another two to four hours so we were making the best of it.

Randy still had a residual enlargement from last night but looked good and very well hung. The other women eyed him hungrily. They asked why we were hanging under the horses when we had a man hung like Randy. We told them that is why he was hung that way. We had been doing him forever and just wanted to try something a bit bigger for a little more prolonged of time. We would both breed ourselves with him when we were ready to have children. A couple of the women commented that they might like to try riding a horse like this some time. Rebecca and I told them that it is not for everyone or every woman. Most women should not even consider it before they bore at least one child.

In our case we had gotten into a round of sexual overdosing and even probable sexual addiction over the last year or so. We had several rounds of well arranged, by ourselves, heavy sexual intercourse then gangbangs. These were followed by mutual consent sex and sex shows in a strip club. We had even done some bestiality with a large dog. Some of the sex shows were with large instruments that continually stretched us until our vagina's and cervix's were enlarged and as big as if we had both just had babies. As part of the acts our anus' were also stretched so we could routinely take softball bats in both orifices.

Bonnie added that she had 2 children and was a single mom and a grandmother. She had just taken up on belly riding because she had always worked with or around horses and had been making her living by leatherworking accessories for horsemen and women. Once the idea took hold I decided to try it. It sure beats going to bars and trying to find an unattached man that could satisfy me on a basis that I could enjoy. Most of the cowboys are only one-night stands or married and you never know where they have been sticking their tools. Here I know how well they are hung and I can control how far they can go. Guaranteed I won't wake up pregnant.

Of the 4 cyclist women there was one that said she had a daughter and was a single mom. She had done the bar bit and churches to find a fairly nice guy but she was still looking. Her partner on the ride was one that she enjoyed being with but they had only been going out for a couple of weeks.

He told her that if she wanted to try it he would stay with her unless she went completely crazy. He was a single dad who had lost his wife to cancer but was in no hurry to have other than companionship although gratuitous sex was great and appreciated.

The other singles, although couples and younger, said they were curious and wanted to watch.

Bonnie had prepared the lightweight sling that I had been in when the cyclists came the last time. The stallion had never been trained in a sling but had been well broken in with a regular saddle. He had been groomed and Bonnie had been leading him around the corral and was just about ready to mount him when we had arrived. She asked for a hand with the horse and to mount him. She also said she was not fully roused and asked if anyone would mind giving her a good fucking before she got aboard the sling. One of the younger guys started her off but only lasted a few minutes. Randy took over and opened her up some more. She finished off by sitting on the bat and taking a swig of the horse cum we had gotten this morning. Randy held the horse and 2 of the guys helped her get her knees and feet into the stirrups. 2 of the women worked on the horses cock and guided it into her now gaping vagina. She gave out a low "OOOHHHH!" As she had an orgasm as she allowed herself to swing back until it was all the way in her. She squirted all of the way down. Her 34B breasts were fully aroused and her nipples like corks, sticking out at least an extra inch. Randy led her around the corral several times as her orgasms gradually came under control. The older woman cyclist named Connie, said she definitely had to try it sometime. She was already dripping.

We told her that we were already pretty well booked for the day but if she wanted to give a call, they could come out in the next few days or week and try one of the horses and slings. She said she could not come out tomorrow but the day after if (she looked at her partner) Darren can come. He told her that they would both have to get someone to chaperone the kids. They left it at that.

The rest of the group were getting ready to depart after a little swim and had gotten their riding clothes on. They were pretty well satiated. They all got together and we told them to have a safe ride and we would buzz them out at the gate. The three of us escorted them down the hill. We would have a kind of rest day tomorrow when we went to the piercing shop.

At the 6-hour point the horses began softening and slowly pulled out and we returned to the barn. All of the horses got extra treats when we unsaddled them. Bonnie was spending the night. She was making a 4th sling and saddle pad without the collar. This one would have some more protection against scratches in brush for the rider.

She saw my suede cowgirl outfit and said that it would be very useable in cooler weather or in adult public. If a woman had a muff, or was black, she would hardly be noticed in a small town. The vest with nipple posts would be very acceptable at the local pub or bar but some places during the middle of the day, a girl could be hassled. I asked her what I could do for a piercing or an ornament around the clit or the hood. She looked and suggested a big ornament with a horse and belly rider on it. Kind of like the cowboy belt buckles. Showy and bold, it would be stunning when I wasn't riding but was running around a rodeo or carnival with horsemen. I would be a little careful though because some women would get real jealous of their men and the attention that you would be getting. Rebecca and I both echoed. "Right On!" It would take Balls! But in our case female balls!

The chores were done at 7:00 again but we milked the horses cum instead of mounting them this time. Rebecca and I wanted the piercings but Bonnie said she would wait a bit. We followed Bonnie out and left Randy to take it easy until we got back. Rebecca had put together a pair of suede pants and a vest like mine. Bonnie had reinforced the edges and they looked good. We followed Randy's instructions to the shop and the lady was expecting us when we arrived. She had opened about a half hour late when Randy had called and told her we were on our way. She said she liked our outfits. We looked and selected the posts for our nipples and she inquired if there was any other ornaments we wanted? We took out our digital camera and scrolled through until we had a picture of me under Danny boy. "Can you put this picture or outline on a couple of buckle sized ornaments to attach to a Christina or a deep vertical hood piercing?"

She fell silent and was in deep thought for a minute. "You are really certain you want this image? Or even a shadow of a belly rider?"

I had another thought and scrolled to the one where we rode doggy style. "How about this one?"

"This would be a better image and outline. Very sexy! Completely over the top! And totally unlikely that anyone would take you seriously, but likely that they would take you very seriously. There would be no middle ground. Although everyone would want a closer look!"

We agreed.

The ornaments will be $350 each and another $100 each for the piercings. We paid cash. She made the black images on a white stone on silver background before she worked on us. I was first and I hardly felt a thing. She did have us take off our suede outfits one at a time when she did us though. We both got our nipples pierced well to the base of the nipples and the Christina since it would be just above of the area involved when coupling. She said it would be about 3 hours before we might be hurting. Enough time to stroll through the bar and maybe catch a snack at the restaurant before heading home.

We asked her what she meant about the bar and restaurant. And she told us it was kind of a local custom for the guys or gals to show off their wares if they were so inclined next door and or the restaurant down the street. "The local cop won't bug you and you can get a little used to sitting on stools or benches with your legs spread like guys do."

We hadn't thought of that, but when we sat down on a flat surface with even the cutout pants, we needed to keep ourselves spread apart as the "Buckle" would hide our opened vagina and be a little uncomfortable if we did not keep our legs spread when sitting. While standing it would draw attention to our shaved lips. We would have to keep mindful of what we sat on and how we sat. If we wanted to sit with our legs together we would have to slump down and sit on our tailbones.

We thanked her for the suggestions and advice and left. We drove to the pharmacy to pick up the med kit she suggested. There were people around when we got out of the pickup and went in public the first time but everyone was polite and only a couple of teens even paid any attention.

The pharmacist, an older man in his 60's, smiled and said. "Nice outfits!" Our nipples still aroused, were showing through the holes we had made in our vests, used as buttons with the bars through the bases. He brought out the med kits around the counter and noticed the buckles. He asked if he could look closer and bent over. He asked if he could touch and we eagerly nodded. He looked at the piercing and how the ornament was made and what it depicted. He commented that we were really quite extraordinary in our honesty and daring. "Anytime you need anything give a call and we will have it ready almost immediately. A lot of the things I will even deliver. Where are you staying?"

We told him and he said, "You are Mae and Jess's niece?"

I told him that I am and he welcomed us to the community.

A woman customer came over and saw us and asked to look at our ornamentation and was surprised that our nipples were actually ours. She blushed and said that she had thought they were sewn on.

Rebecca unbuttoned her left nipple and opened the vest. "They are all ours." She commented.

The woman continued to blush. Then she noticed the buckles and commented that, "You both are absolutely priceless! I wish I had done something like that years ago. I think things would have been so different."

I asked if she was so unhappy with her life that she would really have made so dramatic of a change?

She said "No, but I think it would have been a lot fuller."

Rebecca and I both laughed and gave her a hug. "Yes it would have been fuller, especially with horse cock, but we will, in the not too distant future, prepare for a family and be maybe normal. We just want to have some fun for a while and see if we can help change the world in a little way. Who knows! Maybe we can even keep some things good that might otherwise be forgotten."

The lady said we were right. She asked again where we were staying and we told her. She knew where we lived.

The Pharmacist renewed his promise that he could deliver anything we might need although we were completely welcome to the store at any time. We gave him a hug as well. He refused payment for the med kits and wished us good fortune as we left.

We walked to the restaurant and went in to have a seat.

There were about a dozen people and a single waitress and a cook. We sat at the counter. The gal at the piercing shop had been right and we lifted a leg and slid onto the stools with our legs spread. It was very comfortable. We were surprised that the waitress was wiping the stools when we walked in. She waved us to them greeting us with a smile. She was a young girl only a year or so younger than Rebecca and I. She remarked how neat our outfits looked as we were walking up the street. She brought us each a cup of coffee. We sipped it and it hit the spot.

She took food to 2 other tables and took an order at one other before she got back to us. We were not real hungry and told her that the coffee was all at this time. She looked closer at our vests and said that was an interesting application and she wanted to have her nipples done in 2 years, "When I turn 18!". She leaned over the counter and asked to have a peek at our buckles. We showed her and her eyes got big and she blushed a little and said. "That takes Balls!" and chuckled. "I like that! I have heard of it on a couple of occasions but never knew anyone that would admit it or advertise it."

Another woman that had overheard who was sitting with a man and holding a baby came over and asked what it was. We turned around and showed her. We were completely exposed to anyone sitting in the restaurant. She looked closer and smiled. "I see what you mean! Kudos to you girls! Much better than tramping around at the tavern or the truck stop. Are you still single and dating or married."

We told them that we were still single and dating when we were asked. We were also engaged in a long-term relationship with at least one young man, but still available. We were also strongly independent.

Several of the groups in the café clapped when we finished our little introduction and welcome.

The baby was fussing a little and the woman bared her breast and put it to the baby to suckle. We talked a little and finished our coffee, leaving a good tip.

We walked back to the pickup and decided to go straight to the farm instead of to the bar. We did not know how sore we might be and when we might feel sore.

We had lunch with Randy and were relaxing for the afternoon when the phone rang. It was the local policeman and he was asking for me. I answered and he said he needed to speak with me in person and if he might drive out and be buzzed through the gate.

I asked him what was up? And he said we were not in trouble or anything but he had some bad news. I told him that we would be here and would watch for him and buzz him through. This worried us and we dressed in normal clothes.

It seemed like it was forever when he arrived at the gate and we let him in. When he got to the house he did not look happy. He took out an envelope and read the contents. "It is a notice that your mother was killed this morning in an accident while vacationing in Costa Rica. It was a one-car accident and she was alone when she lost control and went off the road on a corner. Preliminary reporting was that she was not familiar with the road and missed the corner in the rented automobile."

Randy and Rebecca were immediately hugging me as I was completely stunned. We apparently sat down and I must have cried for hours because by the time I was finally able to think of anything else the sun had gone down. I answered the telephone about 10 o'clock and it was Aunt Mae checking in. I read the note to her and there was silence then Jess was on the phone and I had to read it again to him. By then all of us were crying again and I hung up after Jess said they would be on the next flight home.

I told them to go by the U.S. console and bring home mom first. He said they would do that. Since they had their passports at the house they would have to come home first anyway.

The next couple of weeks were completely full with all the legal things that needed to be done and arrangements to be made.

Things were finally settling down at the farm. We had decided to add on to the stables a bit and also to the number of mounts and slings. The older pair of cyclists and a few others had begun coming to the farm for rides and had gotten into it pretty heavy. Darlene, the waitress we had talked to at the restaurant was Darren's daughter and she had a twin brother. When Darren told them about us and when we had come into the restaurant, things started to click. The woman's (Connie's) daughter was curious about the weekend happening and insisted on coming to see what her mom was talking about.

Rebecca and I had put together a brief history about bestiality and especially belly riding. We broke out our notes and a listing of web sites to give a fairly complete and uniform covering of the subject. It seems that when belly riding was at it's heyday in the 1900's through the early 1950's, the girls at 16 were the ones that were the driving force of the girls that wished to begin doing it.

They were supported by their mothers' and financed by their father's if there was a patriarch around them. It began and gained popularity and usage in the last social cycle as a female protest of male dominance amongst very young and single women.

Most girls were expected at that time to be selected as wives once they were into puberty. In the background of the social experience it had a long history, although cyclical, from pre biblical times. The subject was vaguely breeched in the bible but not condemned. As such, it was not contrary to teachings in the bible or other religious doctrines. It always carried a warning of some of the dangers of the experience but no outright moral condemnation like adultery or capitol crimes.

The girls in this case were taken with the idea of coupling with the horses because they were of the age where they felt an internal personal challenge of the act itself. The horses were bigger than any of the normally available boys and were more reliable. When they came to or grew up on a farm or ranch with their parents, they were intrigued when they saw their mother figure or their new friends mounting the studs and enjoying themselves, experiencing the raw sexuality involved. This added to the closeness of the group experience as they coerced the permission of their parent figures and within the day they had gained permission they were also riding.

Darren's son, not to be left out, inquired about the possibility of him taking liberties with available females even though he was a normal 16 year old who would like to relieve himself in some way beside self masturbation. Since the girls had been taking birth control for a couple of years the girls felt that he could now have fun working up the younger girls to allow them to take the horses.

We had to begin charging for the experience and general expenses of the use of the equipment and the livestock. The parents suggested at least $300 for the first time for the woman for a 3 hour instruction, preparation and coupling. There would be an additional charge after the 3 hour session of $50 an hour up to 6 hours per day and $30 for every hour over that per day.

During hunting season some of the agencies asked if we could help in search and rescue for lost or missing hunters and hikers. After a momentary hesitation we agreed and usually wound up either finding the lost persons or leading the party that did. When thermal imaging was used with helicopters or other aircraft we were always clearly visible and could be directed to smaller warm spots to check them out. It seems that our perspective was 'all important' in tracking footprints through underbrush. It worked best if we also followed hounds. We could always know better when our horses were getting cold, tired or hungry better than most horsemen since we were directly connected.

[Continued in Chapter 4A]