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 CHAPTER 4

   I lifted the camera bag from the bed of the truck with one hand and held
her hand in the other and then we slowly made the short journey into the
farm house.

   As soon as the door closed behind us we heard Dave instruct Shannon to
take off her dress and hang it up, as she wouldn't need it until we were
leaving.  She was now naked, except for the black boots and single earring.


   Together we followed the sound of men in conversation to a small
breakfast nook at the back of the house.  Dave and another bare chested
hairy old man were sitting at the table with cups of coffee in front of
them.  They both looked up at us as we entered the room.

   "May I have something to drink?" Shan asked no one in particular.

   Dave stood up and pulled her to him.

   "Come stand here dick head." Dave commanded me.

   Dave calls me a lot of different names, but "dick head" is his favorite.
I silently stood next to Shannon's left shoulder where he indicated.

   "Reach across her and grab her right tit."

   I did as he said.

   "Now, curl your fingers in her hair at the back of her head and pull her
hair down till she is looking up at the ceiling and don't let her move."

   I wasn't liking this, but I complied with his command.  Dave bent down
and picked something off of the floor.  It was a long black automatic
transmission funnel.  That must have been what he retrieved from the bed of
the truck.  It was not a new funnel and it had at one time, had oil poured
through it.

   "Open your mouth cunt."

   Shan slowly opened her mouth.  With her head in this position she could
not see the funnel and had no idea what was coming next.

   Dave brought the funnel up and pressed it about half way down into her
mouth.  The small end went past her tonsils and into her throat.  She
gagged briefly but held her ground.

   Dave bent down again and brought up the blue pail and began pouring the
girlie goo right into her belly.

   He laughed and said.  "I wouldn't want you to get dehydrated."

   Dave sat back down and took a sip of his coffee.

   We all could easily hear the rasping of Shannon's breath as the sound
was amplified through the funnel.

   Dave looked at me and said.  "If you think it has all drained out you
can remove the funnel."

   I released her breast and gently extracted the plastic invader from her
mouth and waited for instructions to release her hair.

   I was shooting daggers at Dave with my eyes; he met my stare with a
smile and made a slight nod.  I released Shan's hair and she straightened
herself, made a sour face and cleared her throat.

   "May I have something ELSE to drink."

   "Sure," he said with a grin, "get under the table and suck Mack off."

   Dutifully, she got down on her hands and knees, crawled under the table
and drew Mack's boxer shorts off as that apparently, was all that he had
on.

   I could hear her slurping on Mack's cock as the men causally discussed
the weather and the difficulties of running a farm in a depressed economy.
However it wasn't long before Shan's mouth was having a profound effect on
the conversation.

   Mack groaned, and stiffened slightly and pushed his groin up into the
cock suckers face and I heard Shannon's head bump the bottom of the table.
Mack continued to fuck his cock up into my wife's mouth and each time her
head bounced off of the underside of the heavy oak table.  Harder and
harder he pushed and the volume of the sound of her skull smacking the wood
increased.

   Mac gritted his yellow teeth and flexed his body even higher and the
table was lifted off of the floor by Shannon's head as he unloaded his
sperm into her mouth.

   Slowly the table drifted back down until it again rested upon the floor.

   "Fuck," Mack exclaimed, "that's one fantastic cock sucker."

   Shannon looked out from under the table and showed Dave her cum filled
mouth.  He looked down at her and said.  "Show it to Mack and then share it
with dick head."

   This wasn't the first time he had made us share sperm and I was well
aware that it was far from the last.  At first I had a hard time drinking
and eating the shit, but eventually like anything else I have come to
accept it.  I looked at it as having to take some bad tasting medicine.  I
was not like Shannon who seems to love the taste of sperm, all sperm.  No,
I don't think I will ever like it.

   She got out from under the table and showed Mack his deposit.  Mack
grunted his approval.  She then came to me and kissed me pushing the slimy
mess into my mouth.  I swallowed and we continued to make out for several
minutes.

   Shannon turned back to Dave and asked.  "Now, may I have something else
to drink?"

   Dave chuckled.  "We could probably keep this up all day.  There are two
other cocks in this room that haven't been drained and I believe that Mack
has a whole mess of male dogs running around this place."

   Shannon patiently waited for the command to suck the next cock.

   Dave grinned again and said, "Ask your host."

   Shannon turned to Mack and asked him if she could have something to
drink.

   Mack indicated that coffee was on the stove and she could have whatever
she wanted from the refrigerator.  Then he returned to the conversation
with Dave, ignoring us completely.

   Shan and I confined ourselves to the kitchen while Dave and Mack caught
up on old times.

   It wasn't long before I heard, "Hey pencil dick, grab your gear, you and
the cunt follow us."

   I don't know why Dave calls me pencil dick because my cock it at least
as long as his but mine is way fatter.  I guess it's a penmanship thing.

   The two men passed us and headed outside, I was glad to see that Mack
had put on some coveralls.

   I snatched up my gear and followed Shannon out of the back door.  I sure
loved to watch that ass motivate.  She looked like a walking ball bearing
factory.

   We were headed in the direction of what looked to be a barn.  What
confused me was the side walls seem to be constructed of concrete block.  I
had never seen a CBS barn before, but then again I hadn't seen too many
barns.  We passed some large dog runs, and the canines yapped at us as we
passed.  I figured that there were around five or six dogs to a run and
there were three runs.

   We walked in from the bright sunshine into the cool dim interior of the
barn.  I took a moment to let my eyes adjust and I heard Mack tell someone
to get the cart.  I peered through the gloom and saw an old hunched black
man turn and walk deeper into the recesses of the building.  Moments later
I spotted him again pulling a small metal device toward us.  I guess you
could call it a table even though Mack had called it a cart.

   It was about a fifteen inches high to the top of the flat table top like
surface.  It was about three feet long and two feet wide.  It had six inch
steel wheels, a lever on the side that looked much like the gear shifter in
the truck, only shorter and two foot pedals who's use I had no earthly
idea. There were two wrist straps fastened to the upper edge of the table
and a wide leather belt that could be locked down on the side of the table.

   The old black man dropped the rope he was pulling the cart with and
ambled over to one of the pens.  If he noticed the naked woman in the barn,
he showed no sign of it.  The Negro picked up a couple of horse blankets
folded them neatly and placed them on top of the table/cart thing.  The old
man then stepped on one of the pedals several times and the table top began
to rise.  When it was about two and one half feet high he stopped.  Then he
just stood there looking over at Mack.

   "Git Buck." Mack instructed.

   And the old man strolled out of the barn, not looking at nor looking
away from Shannon.

   Mack turned to me and said, "While Ole' Joe fetches Buck; ya can git yer
camera ready."

   Then Mack reached out pinched my wife's right nipple and used it to pull
her over to the table/cart.

   By the time she arrived at the table I was documenting the events of our
second year wedding anniversary.  The lighting was not very good and I was
having trouble getting the image properly focused.  I mentioned this to
Dave, but he brushed me off and told to shut my cock sucking mouth.

   "Lay down." Mack was a man of few words.

   Shannon sat on the end of the table and lay back onto the horse
blankets. Mack flipped the wide leather belt over her midsection and
cinched it down tight.  Her ass was hanging off of the end of the table and
her legs were dangling down towards the floor.

   "Pull yer knees up ta yur chess, cunt."

   Shannon did as she was told.  Mack then clasped her right calf in his
big hand and forced it up until her knee touched the table next to her
head. Shannon groaned but said nothing else.  He then grabbed her right
hand pulled it to the inside of her pinned leg, then brought it out and
over her thigh and locked her hand in the wrist cuff on the outside edge of
the table.  Then he did the same thing to the other leg and arm.  I had no
idea my wife was that flexible.  Of course Mack didn't stop to see if she
had come apart anywhere or if he had broken anything.  Then he shoved a
small throw pillow under her head, I assume he did this so that she would
be able to witness the carnage that were about to wreak upon her body.

   So here was my wife, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, her black boots
were sticking out above her head.  Her round ass and smooth pussy were
spread, exposed and vulnerable to whatever these two crazy men had in mind.
About that time Ole' Joe walked in leading a dark brown horse, who's coat
seemed a little shaggy and tied it to a post near the wall.  It didn't look
that big as horses go but it was definitely larger than a pony, yet smaller
than a race horse.  Not knowing much about horses I was just guessing
anyway.

   Mack approached Old' Joe and asked him if he washed the horse down and
cleaned out the "bean." The old Negro nodded to the affirmative.

   I had no Idea what a "bean" was in this case but I was glad to know that
the horse was clean,

   Mack told Ole' Joe.  "Git em up" Ole' Joe went over to Buck, reached
under the horses belly and started jacking the horses cock.  Just another
day on the farm for Ole' Joe.

   Mack then went to the horse and put a blind fold of some sort over the
horse's eyes.

   Shannon was looking very worried, her eyes were darting all over the
place, and when they found that eighteen inch cock in Ole' Joe's hand.  I
thought she was going to piss herself.  Her mouth was moving but no sound
was coming out.  I wanted to drag her off of that table and get her the
fuck out of there, but I didn't.  She might have been scared but she wasn't
trying to dissuade Dave from continuing and she wasn't struggling against
her restraints.  So I continued to film the debauchery before me.

   By now Ole' Jo had that slab of dark brown meat standing tall.  I had
never seen an erect horse cock before.  It wasn't as big around as I
thought it would be.  I've seen men with greater girth.  The tip of the
cock was very oddly shaped.  It looked sort of like a mushroom and was
slightly bigger than the stalk itself.  Mack rolled the cart with Shannon
on it over under the horse.  Ole' Joe had greased its long prick with some
kind of gel.  Then he scooped up two fingers of the same gel and pressed it
into Shannon's ass and started finger fucking her brown rose.  Soon he
added another finger, then another.  With four thick black fingers
spreading her anus she started to produce a high pitch wail.  Satisfied
with his work, Ole' Joe wiped his hands on his dirty old shirt.  Then moved
back to the hydraulic foot pedal and raised the table so that Shannon's ass
hole was aligned with that long horse cock, then he went to the head of the
cart.

   It just might be another day on the farm for Ole' Joe but the large
bulge in his pants indicated otherwise.

   Mack moved to the other side of the horse from me.  Dave was standing
behind me and to my left.

   Mack supported that horse pole with his right hand then with his left he
pulled Shannon toward that monster.  Ole' Joe kept the cart on course and
when that prick met that puckered rose Shannon's whine got higher.  Mack
nodded to the old man and Ole Joe pushed the cart away from him and six
inches of horse cock wormed its way into my wife's bowels.  Her tune had
changed and it was a now a steady
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, stopping only to get
another breath.  Her eyes were bugged out as she watched that brown snake
climb inside of her.  Joe pushed again.  Her song became louder.

   The only move from Buck was a nervous twitch in his flank.  Again Ole'
Joe pushed and a higher octave was reached.  My guess was that she had
about twelve inches of horse python slithering inside of her.  I say that
because there was only about six inches of cock remaining outside of her
asshole.

   Mack nodded again at the old man and Joe pulled the cart toward himself.
Mack held up his hand and Joe reversed course.  I shifted to the left a
little and zoomed in on that stretched nether ring and was amazed that she
wasn't screaming her head off.  The old man had a steady rhythm now and on
each down stroke he would add a fraction more distance to the carts roll.
The horse's cock got much bigger the closer it got to where it emanated
from Buck's body.  Shannon started shaking which signaled that an orgasm
was approaching.  The orgasm crashed through her and the shaking increased.
Again and again Ole' Joe sawed that cock in and out of her asshole and more
and more of that black appendage disappeared up her butt.  Shannon now
seemed to be cumming continuously and her girl juice literally ran from her
cunt.  Joe began pushing harder and harder.  She grunted loudly each time
she bottomed out.  Every fucking inch of that huge cock was now buried in
my loving wife's bowels and that dammed old nigger just kept shoving.

   Finally the horse whinnied and horse cum blasted violently from
Shannon's asshole.  I could not believe the volume of viscous fluid that
poured out from around that big cock.  After a minute or so, Ole' Joe
slowly drew the cart away from the shrinking cock.  When the shit covered
prick fell out of her body a loud fart escaped Shannon's ass and she
sounded relived.  I focused on her gaping asshole, I tried to get the best
shot that I could, but the light was making it very difficult.  It was
ashamed too, because it had been a fantastic event and I felt cheated that
all of our efforts were not going to be properly preserved.  Cum continued
to drain out of her stretched shitter.  Ole' Joe untied the horse, took off
the blind fold and walked the animal back outside.

   The fat old farmer began removing my wife's restraints.

   "Wal' that was a first," Mack said.

   "What was?" Dave asked rubbing his cock through his shorts.

   "She's the first cunt to take thet whole thing up'in her ass."

   I put the camera down and helped Mack unfold Shannon's body.  I
appreciated the fact Mack was treating her with gentle care.

   "This'ens one fine fuckin cunt Dave," Mack observed with a bit of awe in
his voice.  "Best hang on to this en."

   I thought, `I damn sure will'.

   Mack and I picked Shan up between us and let her feet drop to the floor.
She tried to stand but her legs would not support her.  She tried a couple
of more times but it was hopeless.  So, I picked Shan up and like a husband
with a new bride, began carrying her toward the house.

   Now, I am thirty five and in pretty good condition.  I work out and I'm
fairly strong.  Shannon probably weighs about one hundred and thirty or
forty pounds.  I was not even half way to the house and I was out of
breath. Mack saw I was spent and took Shannon from me, turned and took off
toward the house.  I could not believe that that sixty year old fat man
could tote my wife like she was a sack of feathers.

   I was bent over trying to catching my breath, as I watch farmer Samson
carry my wife into the house.  Dave was holding the door for him.