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Vera's Tale
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
I finally get to spend some serious time alone with my
aged ex-mother in-law with whom I had had a love/hate
relationship for many years. This our story in her
words. (MF, reluc, oral, anal, beast)
***
I was delighted to receive Jonathan's invitation to
lunch. Admittedly I was interested as to what his
motives might be but so what. I was getting bored with
nothing to do and I did miss our minor flirting since
he and my daughter split up.
Lunch was great and his flirting was more outrageous
than I remembered and when he asked if I wanted to go
back to his place for an afternoon to remember, I
startled myself by replying in the affirmative without
giving any thought to the consequences.
As we drove back from the pub he suddenly asked how
long it had been since I had last had sex and I
searched my memory before finally coming up with a
figure in excess of 35 years. The mere thought of it
aroused me and I could feel myself getting moist
between my legs, something I had not experienced in
ages, and was already fantasizing about what we were
going to do, or more likely what he was going to do to
me.
Sex in the past had been a boring affair, purely for
reproduction and certainly not for pleasure. Inevitably
it took place at night, in bed, with the lights out and
under the bedclothes, me on my back, with my nightie
pulled up to my waist, in the missionary position and
lasted 2 or 3 minutes. I think I had only seen my late
husband's penis on a couple of occasions and then it
had been limp and nothing to write home about.
35 years abstinence had started me to think about what
I had missed, particularly when television gave one
such a graphic insight into modern sexual practices.
The grunting, thrusting and moaning had often caused me
to squirm in my seat and start to feel excited.
Something my age and upbringing had lead me to think of
as disgusting.
As we came through the door he pulled me to him and
kissed me long and hard. His tongue probed my mouth and
I could feel his erection pressing against the round of
my belly, it felt huge!! His hands clasped my bottom
and I moaned into his mouth as he squeezed my cheeks
through the fabric of my tweed skirt and knickers
pulling me even closer to his swollen organ, which was
now throbbing with passion.
Releasing me, he stepped back and sat on one of the
dining chairs before pulling me onto his lap. I was
even more conscious of his erection hard against my leg
and I moaned a little when he reached out with his hand
to cup my breast. He squeezed it firmly commenting on
its size and weight. This action caused my nipple to
erect, something I am sure he noticed even through my
brassiere. He then dropped his hand to my knee and
started to caress it working my skirt up my thighs.
"Too tight, stand up." He instructed me. I did and was
rewarded as his hand began to work its way up my thigh
under my skirt; up the nylon of my stockings and then
onto bare flesh as he reached the top. My legs parted
slightly and in seconds my sex was cupped in the V
formed by his thumb and forefinger, the palm still hot
on my inner thigh.
His thumb was stroking my pubic hair through the thin
nylon of my panties whilst the edge of his forefinger
pressed against the lips of my sex. He must have
noticed how wet and ready I was as the crotch of my
knickers was soaking wet. This had never happened in
the old days and I felt acutely embarrassed. Then his
thumb moved aside the leg elastic of my knickers and
first stroked my pubic hair then moved lower between my
thighs to caress the crinkled outer flesh of my labia.
A low groan escaped my lips as electric sensations shot
through my lower belly caused by the pressure of his
thumb as it passed over my clitoris.
Then he eased his thumb between the now swollen lips,
slick with my juices and slowly worked it into the
tight tube of my vagina. At last I was being penetrated
again after all these years.
As soon as it had started it stopped and he was rising
turning me to face the table and the next moment he
span me round and pressing himself against my back slid
his hand up under my sweater and into the cup of my
bra. He caught my erect nipple between his thumb and
forefinger rolling it and squeezing it causing ripples
of pleasure to course through me. Then he pushed me up
against the edge of the table bending me forward until
the side of my face touched the shiny oak surface and
my swollen breasts were crushed against its unyielding
top.
"Let's see what effect this talk of sex has had on you.
I well remember a comment from you about the state of
Barbie's knickers during our early courting days; I bet
yours are just the same."
The next thing I felt were his hands tugging my tight
skirt up my thighs and over the twin mounds of my
bottom to bunch it round my waist followed swiftly by
my slip. I tensed waiting for the feel of his fingers
as they hooked into the waist elastic of my knickers,
as a prelude to him pulling them down prior to him
doing God knows what to me.
It never happened and as I stood bent over the table I
tried to picture what I must look like. There I was at
70 years of age with my skirt up round my middle with
nothing but a pair of pale blue and very traditional
nylon silk-look knickers to protect my modesty from the
piercing gaze of my 40 year old ex-son in law. Not only
that but by then he must have been aware that I was
possibly, subconsciously, anticipating these events as
instead of tights I had elected to wear black stockings
with lacy tops clasping my thighs and a broad
decorative suspender belt. I gasped as first his
fingers began to probe again between the cheeks of my
bottom for the crotch of my knickers and then they
pulled and I felt the leg elastic being tugged roughly
aside exposing the mound of my sex and his fingers
began to stroke the moist lips of my aching vagina.
First one then two digits entered me and I spread my
thighs, moaning, as his thick fingers invaded me,
opening me up stretching me. I squirmed with passion as
he held me hard against the table whilst his fingers
fucked my sex. Then I became aware of his thumb easing
its way between the cheeks of my bottom and a squeal
was forced from my lips as he inserted it into my back
passage. I was acutely aware now of his fingers and
thumb as he rubbed them together massaging the inner
flesh of my bowels and vagina between his invading
digits.
"This is what they call the bowling ball approach. How
do you like it V? Does it turn you on?"
My only response was a low moan as I struggled to come
to terms with the sensations that were taking place
"down-below."
"As I thought you really are wet, you naughty old tart.
Wetter than I expected, now let us get down to
business."
Then the sound of his zip coming down, his fingers were
replaced by the swollen head of his cock as he tried to
force his incredibly huge penis into my unused and ever
so tight pussy. It felt really strange with my knickers
still covering most of my bottom with only my crotch
exposed and that now threatened by his thick turgid
cock. It felt so much bigger than Charles's ever had or
was it just time and my memories playing tricks.
He whispered in my ear about how exciting the sensation
was of the leg elastic of my pale blue Marks &
Spencer's knickers rubbing along the length of his
prick as he strove to thrust himself into the depths of
my now well-lubricated sex.
It was to no avail, despite the juices that were oozing
out of me, I was far too tight. The years of inactivity
were now coming home to roost. Was I to be denied at my
moment of triumph? Would he be unable to take me? Would
my 35-year abstinence continue with me ending up
prostrate and frustrated over his dining room table or
would he persevere?
Suddenly the pressure eased and he was lifting me
upright and turning me so I was sat on a dining chair
with my back toward him. Taking hold of the bottom of
my sweater he pulled it up and I lifted my arms to help
him remove it leaving me with only my lacy bra covering
my breast. His hands came down from my shoulders and he
slipped one into each cup to firmly clasp my aching
bosoms. He then proceeded to ease them out of the
confines of my bra so they were uplifted and open to
his scrutiny. My nipples were hard and dark and the
effect of my bra was to make them look even fuller than
they really were. This pleased me, as I was aware that
despite my taking care of myself time had taken its
toll and my boobs had started to sag somewhat.
Then he came round in front of me and I saw for the
first time what so far I had only felt trying to force
its way into my belly.
No wonder it had been such a struggle, it was huge.
Even without a ruler I guessed it was nearly 9" long
and as thick as a baby's arm. Now I knew why Barbie
always made so much noise when they were making love.
It was more than twice as long as my late husbands and
3 times thicker, this was going to be a mighty battle
but hopefully worthwhile.
"There is only one thing for it we need more
lubrication, so open wide." As he uttered these words
he took hold of me by the back of my neck with one hand
and with the other pressed the tip of his penis against
my lips.
Such was the impact that his words had on me I opened
my mouth, without thinking, to protest and he eased the
swollen head past my lips and into my mouth.
What did he think he was doing? Never in all my life
had I contemplated doing something as disgusting as
having a penis in my mouth, but hard as I fought to
pull away I was held tight.
"Now Mama Lew, you have two choices. Either you give my
cock a good sucking and get it well coated with your
saliva or I will put you back over the table and take
you the hard way. Have no doubt though, fuck you I will
and the choice as to how easy it is for you, is yours.
So which way is it to be?"
I didn't need asking twice as I thought about the
pressure from a few minutes ago, so opening my mouth as
wide as I could I accepted another 3". As he touched
the back of my throat I gagged and he pulled back for a
moment before pushing in again telling me to suck him
deep.
What to do? Never having sucked a mans penis before I
was at a loss to know what he wanted. Clearly he sensed
my dilemma and told me to use my mouth like my sex and
get him all wet and excited.
So I did, locking my lips round the knobbly shaft, I
began to bob my head, moving my mouth up and down his
length and as I became accustomed to his size I began
to use my tongue on him wetting his cock and causing it
to swell even more.
After a few minutes he pulled out of my mouth and
helping me to my feet span me round and thrust me back
over the table again, causing me to gasp as my exposed
and sensitive nipples came in contact with the cold
wood of the table top and my heavy breasts were crushed
against its surface.
Pulling my knickers to one side again he presented the
wet head of his monster against my vaginal opening and
thrust. The combination of my saliva and the increased
lubrication caused by my excitement at sucking his cock
were enough and this time one thrust was sufficient for
him to breach my portals and I cried out as the first
4" slid into my newly awakened sex.
He held me by my hips keeping up the pressure by
pulling me hard onto his cock trying to force more into
me. His voice then softly, in my ear; " I love the feel
of your hot wet cunt clasping my root. You are so tight
for an old tart. It certainly feels as if three and a
half decades have passed since your twat was last
invaded. They say that there is many a good tune to be
played on an old fiddle. I think that there is many a
good fuck to be had in a 70-year-old Grandma's cunt. So
brace yourself as I intend to shag you senseless."
His foul language and total disrespect for me only
fired my libido and I felt myself getting wetter and
wetter as he thrust 7,8,9 inches of his huge thick
shaft into my rapidly stretching vagina. So wet was I
that my juices ran freely from my sex bring myself to
use and oozed down my thighs.
It felt thicker than ever and I was struggling to cope
with its' breadth. I moaned as he thrust ever deeper
into my spasming sex and as I did so he whispered in my
ear about the tablets he was taking that had increased
the thickness of his cock twofold.
He fucked me without any tenderness whatsoever and I
groaned, as my thighs were pressed ever harder against
the edge of the table. I spread my legs wider and wider
to ease the intense pressure between my thighs. The
sound of his belly slapping against the cheeks of my
bottom was so erotic as were the wet noises created by
his cock as it slid in and out of me. Never before had
I felt a sensation like this, so wanton, so abandoned.
My whole body trembled with lust as he used my aged but
newly awakened sex.
He rammed himself fully into me, his belly hard against
my buttocks and the head of his cock threatening to
breach my cervix. Then I felt his breath against my ear
again, as he asked me if I had ever had a cock up my
bottom before.
The thought at once revolted but intrigued me. A cock
in my mouth, maybe, but my bottom, surely not. That was
for homosexuals not women. But then, why not? If I was
to become liberated should I not try it? Would it hurt,
could I take something as huge as his cock? His thumb
had seemed too big; his penis would be a major
challenge.
A far away voice mumbled no and then in answer to his
next question replied yes. It was my voice, giving
agreement to being buggered.
His slow withdrawal out of my cunt was accompanied by a
loud pop and then he took me into the lounge and placed
me over the arm of the couch with my face pressed hard
into the seat and my bottom raised and fully exposed
save for the protection of my now soaking wet blue
knickers.
Saying something about me being an anal virgin and in
need of preparation, and telling me not to move he
rushed upstairs for a second before reappearing and
kneeling down behind me.
Still he did not lower my knickers and I gasped as he
unceremoniously ripped them to one side again, this
time fully exposing both cheeks. The pressure of the
elastic on my inner thigh and waist was intense and I
had to hold back a cry of pain.
The next thing I knew my buttocks were roughly pulled
apart exposing the tight bud of my anus and I felt his
hot breath on that most secret of my bodily orifices an
instant before his hot wet tongue began to probe my
anal opening.
The sensation was both incredibly intense and yet
disgusting, as I had never been touched like this
before and I cried out in ecstasy as he probed and
licked me his tongue breeching the muscle and opening
me up. Did he derive pleasure form this or was it a
means to an end?
This went on for ages as he began to open me more and
more and then I was acutely aware of something else,
cold and hard, pressing against my anus and then the
sensation of a thick cold substance, squeezing out
between my cheeks and into my rectum.
His next action elicited a squeal as he inserted the
tip of one finger into my bottom and began to finger
me. Slowly but surely he worked his finger into me
until the whole length was ensconced in my bottom.
After what seemed like an eternity of this degradation
of being bent over while my bottom was exposed to his
lustful gaze and his finger opening me he moved to my
side and told me to lubricate his swollen cock again
with my saliva.
This gave me another sight of his newly thickened cock
and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It had
swollen even more and was as thick as my wrist, I had
to open my mouth to its' full capacity as I now
willingly took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue
around his meaty pole coating as much of him as I could
with spit at the same time as he continued his
fingering of my back passage.
As I sucked on him he told me to massage his balls, so
I reached between his thighs and played with his
scrotum. His testicles were heavy and swollen and in my
mind I wondered how long it had been since his last
orgasm. Suddenly I sensed him swelling then his hand
clasped the back of my head as with a thrust of his
hips he came and a gusher of semen filled my mouth.
Some shot straight down my throat, which caused me to
gag, and as I did so the rest flooded out of my mouth
and onto the settee creating an ever-widening pool of
white man juice on the coral coloured material.
I continued to choke and splutter spraying the room
with his come and making a real mess.
Not a word did he utter but merely pulled me up from my
place over the arm of the couch then spinning round he
sat on the settee and pulled me over his lap into that
time honoured position reserved for the spanking of
naughty young school girls. An experience I did not
expect at the age of 70.
The next few minutes were a bit of a blur but as I
recall went something like this.
I felt his hands taking hold of the hem of my skirt,
which had fallen back as he put me over his knees. He
then roughly worked the material up my thighs and over
my clenched buttocks to bunch it round my waist again.
This was followed in short order by my slip. His
fingers then grasped the elastic of my knickers lifting
them away from my waist before tugging them down my
thighs and leaving them banded round my knees, exposing
my bare bottom. My right arm was grasped and pulled
behind my back whilst my left was trapped against his
belly. His left arm-wrapping round my waist holding me
firmly in place then his right hand was smacking down
hard onto my upturned and defenceless bottom.
As he spanked me he matched each smack with a word.
"Next time I come in your mouth you will neither spit
nor swallow until I tell you. I want to see your mouth
full of my spunk, coating your tongue and clinging to
your teeth. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Never had I felt anything like it in my life. My bottom
cheeks wobbled at every blow and I was acutely aware of
a stinging sensation changing to a warm glow as he
thrashed me. I knew it was turning me on and I squirmed
on his lap rubbing my crotch against his leg trying to
increase the sensations that were coursing through my
lower belly. The last three words were emphasised with
particularly hard smacks that really made me yelp at
the same time as a mini orgasm ran through me.
"Yes I understand and I am sorry. It was just such a
shock. I have never had a penis in my mouth before let
alone had anyone come like that." As I was making my
apologies he was putting me back over the arm of the
couch again.
He moved round behind me and with the finger and thumb
of one hand he spread the now red and very sore (the
result of 38 hard smacks) cheeks of my bottom thus
exposing and stretching my anal opening to the full.
Another moment or twos' attention from his probing
digit then he took hold of his cock, still massively
erect and now glistening with my saliva and his come
and presented the huge swollen head to the pulpy ring
of my anus.
He began to press and I groaned at the pressure and
pain. He didn't stop though he just told me to strain
as if I was going to the loo. Strain I did and as he
bore down so my muscle gave and the huge head slid past
the barrier and up into my bottom.
The pain was intense and I screamed again and again as
he continued to force his way up my back passage.
Ignoring my protests he thrust deeper and deeper until
all 9" were deep in my bottom and I could feel his
pubic hairs pressed against my sore bottom cheeks. The
sensations were indescribably strange as the initial
pain began to subside and I became fully aware of the
stretching feeling and the incredible fullness in my
lower belly. "Put your hand back between your legs and
play with your clitoris. I want you to come as I bugger
you."
His voice was quiet, insistent in my ear." Brace
yourself "V" I am now going to bugger you until we both
come!!!"
Another groan escaped my lips as he withdrew and my
ring inverted and then he was thrusting that monster
back into the deep inner recesses of my bowels. Slowly
he built his pace and strangely as he did so, so the
pain subsided and the enjoyment began. My body started
to react to the sensations afforded it by his monster
cock. My clitoris started to harden and I became wetter
and wetter as the beginnings of my first anal orgasm
approached and then hit me like a thunderbolt.
My anus locked on him and he was trapped deep in my
bottom and as it squeezed on his cock so he came again
and I felt his juices spraying my insides.
Jonathan collapsed onto my back forcing another thick
inch to penetrate my backside and setting of another
orgasm for me. When he had recovered he withdrew his
still firm cock from my bowels with an audible pop and
I felt his juices ooze out of my bottom and down over
my pussy until my anus closed leaving me sore and
besmirched but longing for more!! I lay there savouring
the feelings in my body and enjoying the slightly salty
taste of the residue of his come that still remained in
my mouth and throat.
"Now for phase two, do not move and I can promise you
something even more deviant"?
Again he went upstairs and moments later he was back in
the room followed by a huge black Great Dane.
Surely he did not intend to...?
I looked at this huge beast and could not help but
notice that, what I had always called its lipstick was
already out of its sheath and throbbing under its
belly. It was massive, thinner than Jonathans but even
longer, very red and very shiny.
I was not left in any doubt as to its intentions as
within seconds I felt its rough tongue licking my sex
in a way no man had ever been able to do. Jonathan even
pulled my buttocks apart to let it lick the spunk from
between my cheeks. The sensations were incredible and I
felt myself getting more and more excited at its
ministrations.
Pulling it away he helped me up only to get me into a
more suitable position for the dog. I was forced to
kneel with my legs astride a poof my hands supporting
my weight on the floor with the width of it keeping my
legs suitably spread.
Before I could move or protest I heard Jonathan say one
single word and I shuddered at the implication of such
a simple little command. "Mount"
Without a pause it hopped onto my back and started to
buck against me seeking the opening to my sex. Its
thrusts were hard and rapid as it butted against my sex
and bottom hole then it hit the spot and I screamed as
10" of dog cock shot up into my vagina and hit my
cervix.
Unlike a human it did not stop and continued to fuck me
so hard and fast that I came to a shattering climax.
The feel of its fur on my back and the clasping of its
forelegs round my waist were perversely exciting as was
the sound of its panting in my ear and the smell of its
doggy breath.
Once he was sure I had been properly mounted Jonathan
went upstairs again to return seconds later with a
mirror, which he positioned in such a way so that I
could see the full extent of our depravity.
I watched fascinated by the site of my being covered by
this huge dog and marveled at the speed and depth of
it's fucking. My cunt felt as if it was going to burst.
"What's that?" I cried as I felt something the size of
a small orange trying to open me up. Then I realised it
was the legendary knot at the base of its tool pushing
against my cuntal lips, and another scream was forced
from my throat heralding the instant it brutally ripped
its way past my labia stretching me wider than ever
before. I was knotted and at the instant of my ravaging
I was acutely aware that this monstrous canine tool had
entered my womb.
Could I get pregnant? Surely not! Then these thoughts
were expunged from my mind as the intensity of its
fucking increased
As it continued to buck into me I felt as if I was
being ripped in two as on its back swing it was pulling
on my insides the knot being locked into me by my own
muscles.
Another 2 minutes of mind-blowing orgasm creating sex
as its saliva drooled onto my cheek and its tongue
rasped my face and then it came. I was aware of every
jet that fired deep into my womb filling me and causing
my womb to expand from the sheer quantity of come that
was being fired deep into my body.
As soon as it was finished it tried to dismount but we
were still locked together so in its frenzy to get off
it span so we were locked together in reverse.
In the mirror I could now see its cock stretched
between us. It was purple and angry looking and I could
also see my sex inverting with the strain. Suddenly it
gave one more tug and I watched as what looked like a
shiny tennis ball emerged from my well-stretched cunt
followed by an incredible length of animal cock.
All of this was accompanied by a shriek from me and
copious amounts of dog come that gushed out of my
widely stretched opening to pool in my knickers that
were still taught between my thighs.
Instantly it turned and started to roughly lick between
my legs bringing me to another climax.
Then horror of horrors it mounted me again and started
to try to penetrate me again. Jonathan came over and I
breathed a sigh of relief which turned out to be far
too soon as rather than pull the dog of me he seized
its prick and guided it to my well lathered bottom hole
and seconds later I was being buggered by a dog.
This hurt as it took no care how it did me and I began
to panic as I imagined the damage it could do if it
knotted me.
Thank God for the tightness of my arsehole and its
excitement as after a couple of minutes my bowels were
being hosed by what felt like a red-hot enema.
Jonathan then pulled it off my back and led it round
near my face commanding me to suck its cock.
What the hell so I took the shiny red monster, fresh
from my bottom into my mouth and began to suck only to
be rewarded with yet another orgasm and I nearly choked
as yet another torrent emerged from its cock to shoot
down my throat and fill my mouth nearly choking me. I
glanced in the mirror to see a string of come dripping
from the corner of my mouth which was still filled with
the shiny red dog cock
Jonathan then quickly flipped me over onto my back with
my legs splayed wide apart displaying my well-fucked
and extremely hairy cunt and arse for all to see. Hell
the dog was hard again and it quickly mounted me and
started to try and shove its throbbing organ back into
my sex. I was beyond caring now so I reached down and
grabbed its cock just above the knot and directed its
thrusts in the right direction so that seconds later it
was deep within my slippery channel and fucking me for
all it was worth.
Jonathan moved the mirror so that I could see the
action taking place between my legs and I watched the
sight of the by now purple organ slamming in and out of
my fully stretched cunt just above the brown puckered
rose of my recently buggered bottom hole.
I was now acutely aware of it's knot hard against my
opening and I looked in the mirror and saw the whole of
my sex now obscured by this huge swollen mass. Then I
felt myself opening and watched in amazement as my sex
seemed to unfurl and the knot disappeared into my cunt
and the opening closed to hide it from view as I came
again screaming like a banshee.
This time it carried on for what seemed like an
eternity and I came and came and came. The knot quickly
forced its' way past my by now, somewhat loose opening
and its shiny red dog cock breached my cervix yet again
as it pounded into my spasming cunt.
As it fucked me its' saliva dripped onto my face and I
was acutely aware of its fur rubbing against the inside
of my thighs and its weight on my knickers still
stretched between my spread thighs drawing my legs
together round the wiry bulk of its' body.
Faster and faster it bucked against me, driving the
long thick canine tool ever deeper into my womb, its'
balls slapping against the cheeks of my arse.
Then it came again and I was aware of every jet that it
shot into my womb and I could feel myself filling again
with dog come.
When it had finished it was able to pull out of my sex,
which was now considerably looser due to the vigorous
attention it had received. I moved to get up but
Jonathan seized my legs and held them high and wide
then to my amazement shoved a Tampax into me telling me
that he wanted to keep me full of juice ready for my
next experience. He then helped me to my feet and
assisted me in pulling up my come-drenched knickers
creating a wet and sticky sensation between my legs
adding to the gooeyness that already existed. I then
adjusted the rest of my clothing smoothing down my
skirt and easing my breasts back into my bra before
putting my sweater on again.
Taking me by the arm we went out and I walked
unsteadily to the car and we drove for about 5 minutes
until we came to a field with a single building in it.
Into the barn we drove and Jonathan got out and shut
the doors before helping me out of the car and leading
me through a door into another part of the building.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw a sign on an office
door. "STUD MANAGER"
Surely not, not a horse. My insides turned to water at
the thought. Too many times had I seen horses stalling
in a field their gigantic cocks dangling from their
bellies, pink and black, frightening in their length
and thickness.
We went through another door and entered the stud room,
clinical in its whiteness and cleanliness but
frightening all the same.
In the centre was a table and what I could only assume
to be a studding frame the purpose of which was
immediately obvious and at the far end was a horse.
Black in colour and huge and as it turned to look at us
I could see swinging beneath it a semi erect horse
cock.
"Surely you don't intend to mate me with that. Just
look at the size of it, it will split me in two" I
gasped as he lead me across the room.
He then confirmed that that was his intention and
forced me to my knees beside the horse and told me to
suck the massive lump of flesh that swung so long and
thick next to my face. God knows why but I was
fascinated and my hormones were playing strange games
so I reached out and took hold of it and raised it up
so I could study it.
On close inspection it was completely different to a
human cock. Thicker by far, thicker than my wrist and I
guessed as it lengthened at my touch nearly 3 feet in
length. Not that length was the concern it was the
girth. The head flared out to the size of my fist, flat
across the top with an indent at the centre around the
small pipe of its urethra.
With my hand clasping but failing to meet round it I
raised it to my mouth and opened wide. It just wouldn't
fit, my jaw would not open wide enough to accommodate
the head so I started to lower it only for Jonathan to
grasp the head squeezing it to a smaller size before
forcing it into my mouth.
As soon as it was in it expanded again and I was stuck.
I couldn't get it out and I was petrified it would come
for fear of it choking me.
The pressure on my jaw was incredible and the
constriction I was creating on the cock was causing it
to thicken and lengthen even more. I then glanced
sideways and there was the mirror reflecting the most
erotic image of me with over 2 and half feet of horse
cock sticking out of my hugely distorted mouth and my
cheeks bulging and eyes watering and popping behind my
glasses.
Again Jonathan intervened and tugged it from my mouth
before helping me to my feet and leading me to the
studding frame. He literally ripped off my skirt and
cum soaked knickers, then sat me on the edge of the
table and strapped me into place.
The horse was then lead over to the frame and put in
place with its legs over the bar where it was tethered.
Finally I was wheeled under the horse and my legs were
raised both sides of the beast and strapped in place
either side of its huge flanks into the stirrups
attached to the table.
I could see down the length of my body to where the
huge prick was resting on my belly. Moving to my side
Jonathan reached between my legs and removed the come
soaked Tampax then smeared my sex with some strange
smelling lubricant.
Whatever it was it caused a rapid reaction in the horse
as its cock began to swell and jump so Jonathan took
hold of it and presented it to my already overstretched
cunt.
With his finger and thumb he parted the greasy labial
lips that so far were protecting me from penetration. I
watched as his hand squeezed on the flared head of the
pink and black cock that were just waiting to tear my
cunt asunder. As he opened my vagina ever wider he
pushed and pushed against me and then it was past my
opening and I groaned as the head expanded stretching
my vaginal walls to the limit. This seemed far worse
than having a baby.
Then it thrust and thrust. The pressure was immense as
its motions were quite violent and I felt myself being
pushed against the straps that were restraining me and
cried out in fear then suddenly I opened and a foot of
horse cock penetrated me filling me, stretching me
threatening to split me.
The mirror was moved again and I looked down to see the
sight between my widely spread thighs. My cunt was
stretched to capacity and I worried it might split as
the horse tried to shove another 6" into me. I took in
the swollen mound of my belly pushed out of shape by
the huge cock that was threatening to burst me open.
Its shape emphasised by the black of my suspender belt.
Gone were my stretch marks and dimpled skin to be
replaced by smooth but distorted flesh. The labial lips
that until then had been loose and floppy were a thin
line of taught flesh clasping that pink and black
monster that was driving up into my belly.
My screams filled the barn as it went deeper and deeper
until nearly 15" filled and stretched me. Two, three,
four, five mighty thrusts and it came with such force
that its cock burst out of me as first my vagina was
filled and then my crotch was covered with what seemed
like gallons of horse come. Some of this geyser sprayed
up my body covering my blouse and then my face and
glasses in juicy horse come.
Although thinner than human spunk it had a similar
smell and as some of it had gone into my mouth I
swallowed then licked my come-coated lips enjoying the
depravity of the act and watching the effect my actions
were having on Jonathan's cock which was tenting his
trousers.
Jonathan pulled me out from under the stallion but kept
my legs spread high and wide and I watched as he
approached me un-zipping his chinos as he came .I
guessed what was to come and I was not surprised when
he presented the end of his cock to my back passage.
Then he seemed to change his mind and pulled back
before he spread my sex wide with the finger and thumb
of his left hand again before inserting two fingers
into my gooey twat. It wasn't long before he added a
third and then fourth which opened me as much as the
horse cock and I sensed another orgasm building. Then
he added the tip of his thumb and began to push in
earnest, the knuckles pressing against my ever so
sensitive opening. He twisted his hand this way and
that until suddenly his entire fist slid into my cunt
right up to his wrist. My hand slid between my thighs
and I began to work my clitoris, something I had never
done before.
It felt wonderful and I thought of all those years
wasted when I could have relieved myself of the
frustrations of a sexless marriage. I screamed at the
stretching then began to sob in passion as he flexed
his fist inside me, stretching my vagina ever wider.
Never had I felt so alive, I came and came on his fist
my head whipping from side to side in an orgasmic
frenzy until I passed out with the sheer intensity of
it.
I was brought back to reality as he wrenched his hand
free from within my still spasming cunt and proceeded
to continue with his previous intentions. Buggering me.
There was to be no preliminaries, no preparation of my
anal ring. This time he simply thrust into my open
arsehole. Fortunately it was liberally coated in horse
come and therefore presented no obstacle to the
invasion of his pole of turgid man flesh. All 9" slid
into me and I groaned as his thighs slapped against the
lower cheeks of my sticky bottom, still red from his
earlier spanking.
It was to be a buggering to end all buggerings. He
slammed in and out of my anus and rucking up my jumper
he pushed up my bra and squeezed my swollen tits as he
sodomised me. I came and came screaming as I orgasmed
begging him not to stop and to fill my arse with his
cock to bugger me to death.
I soon sensed that he was about to come and my feelings
were vindicated as he pulled out of my arse and came to
my side seizing my face and as I opened my mouth for
him he came. Jet after jet shot out of his prick and
filled my mouth, sprayed across my face into my hair up
my nose and coated my glasses so I could not see.
Despite the huge volume of his lovely white fluids I
tried not to swallow knowing he loved to see my mouth
filled with his spunk.
When he finally finished I stuck out my white-coated
tongue for his inspection. The bastard then told me to
hold it until he brought the mirror so I could also see
my come filled mouth. His jism coated my tongue and
teeth and there were strings of the stuff between my
parted lips.
"You may now swallow," he said and so I took a huge
breath before swallowing deeply and filling my belly
with his salty juices. I opened it again to show I had
swallowed it all then nearly choked as he thrust his
prick into my mouth and down my throat telling me to
suck him clean. The taste was I have to say strange. A
mixture of horse and human come and the taste of my
bottom. Still if he had been prepared to lick me there
earlier who was I to complain?
It was over, or so I thought, but no there was more to
come as he helped me up and then lead me back to
another studding frame, this one with two bars.
He forced me to bend over the lower of the two and yet
again I was strapped in place. My legs spread wide and
attached to the side frames. He then put a thick
blanket over my back and went out. When he returned he
was leading a black and white Palomino horse which he
lead round behind me.
I felt its breath and then its hairy lips and tongue as
it nuzzled between my legs. It licked at the juices
that had accumulated there causing my belly to ripple
in excitement.
Then it kicked up onto the top rail, its hooves hanging
down either side of me and I could feel its huge cock
banging against me as it probed for an opening. (I
prayed it would not be my bottom) and suddenly it was
at my vagina and I was mounted, penetrated by what felt
like a yard of living angry horse cock. This was not
the careful, controlled mating of the first time. This
was pure bestiality as it drove its throbbing cock up
my comparatively tiny pussy.
So strong were its thrusts, each one accompanied by a
whinny from the horse and a loud grunt from me, that I
was lifted of my feet with the force. Thank the Lord
that it only took 10 of those massive, belly splitting
thrusts to come.
If I had thought the first horse had come a lot this
was something else. My insides swelled as I felt each
mighty throb of its orgasm, deep in my guts and I was
preparing for the worst when its cock was expelled from
my cunt and sprayed a jet of come 12 feet against the
opposite wall whilst the juices inside me gushed out of
my very open sex onto the floor between my feet.
Unstrapping me and helping me to my feet he laughingly
asked if I fancied a coffee to go with my cream when we
got back to his house. As we walked back to the car I
was acutely aware of an ache in my ever so stretched
cunt and the soreness of my arsehole, plus the
stickiness of the come that was now running out of my
overfilled womb and vagina and trickling down my legs.
I was going to need a bath and some fresh underwear
before I could venture home or was this to be the end;
did he have more surprises in store for me?
My question was soon to be answered when we got back in
doors. First he sent me upstairs for a shower and then
told me to join him in the bedroom wearing only my
stockings and the rather sexy black basque he had given
me.
When I got into the bedroom he was laying on a bench,
his hand stroking his cock that was already huge and
erect, shining with KY Jelly. He instructed me to sit
on his cock with my back to him and to take it up my
bottom again.
"I'll need some lubricant as I am a bit sore," I said
as I straddled his body.
"Right then bend over and I'll lubricate your ass."
So bend I did and was rewarded by the feel of his
fingers spreading my cheeks again and that all too
familiar feel of the tube of KY being poked into my
bottom hole and the cold squidgy feeling as he squeezed
a generous amount of it into my bowels and then between
my cheeks and around my sex.
Lubrication over I stood straight then squatted over
his massive erection. Taking it in my left hand and
noting that my fingers would not meet round the mighty
shaft I held it vertical whilst I lowered myself until
I felt its' head nosing between my cheeks and then make
contact with my greasy hole. No point in waiting, I
bore down and was instantly rewarded as my newly
loosened back door opened and all 9 inches slid
straight up into the dark steamy recesses of my bottom.
In front of me was the mirror and I looked at us. Me,
at 70, a grandmother of two and a widow. Sitting naked
on my ex son in law, my legs splayed wide apart with
the ring of my anus seriously impaled by the 9
extremely thick inches of his huge cock the lips of my
sex pouting from the pressure of his cock inside me.
His hands clasping my breasts and the nipples,
protruding between his fingers, dark and swollen from
his ministrations.
I have to say I did not look bad for my age. My skin
was pretty smooth and my muscle tone quite good as a
result of regular walks. My belly which had a bit of a
bulge would certainly firm up if this was going to be
the order of the day from now on. Even now it looked
quite sexy framed by the black of the basque that also
lifted my breasts causing them to point slightly
upwards. Regular fucking was said to be good for the
figure.
My sex, with its generous covering of grey/blonde hairs
looked puffy and swollen. This was not surprising
considering what it had been through in the last 5
hours. First, Jonathans' cock had penetrated it then a
dog had fucked it three times in 20 minutes. After that
2 huge horse cocks had nearly split it in two and
Jonathan had fisted me. Now as I examined it I suspect
that in a couple of minutes the dog and its knot will
be ramming into me again. For a woman to whom sex had
been a chore suffered at the most once a month life had
certainly changed.
We now meet regularly for kinky sex and a good time.
All our previous animosities forgotten.
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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