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Breeding Season At The Rocking R Ranch (Version 
Charley)
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

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. 
(MFmf-teens, inc, 1st, bi, cheat, rough, voy, mast, 
oral, 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.
Version 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 bestiality, per se. 
However, since this is a story that involves horse 
breeding, there are elements of light bestiality 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.

***

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 
hard-on. 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 
recipes 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 
hard-on. 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 
finger-fucking 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 finger-fucked 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 
predisposition, 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, pre-cum 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 pre-cum 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 hard-on!" 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 hard-on 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.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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