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From: rhonda69@super.zippo.com (Rhonda)
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Subject: Rhonda03b Rhonda at the farm (m+/wife beast)
Date: Wed, 07 May 1997 15:25:05 -0700
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If you're under age, stop reading. This is for adults only.


We are posting these stories about happenings from our past 23 years of
marriage. Most of them happened in the early 70's before sex was such a
dangerous proposition. So, if you ever got fucked by a little redhead, you
may have met Rhonda.  While she is over 30 (she got pissed when I put in
her real age last time), she still looks much, much younger as she is
always working to stay in shape. She is 5"5", 105 lbs, and has delicious
small, perky tits. Her pussy is still soft and tight (no kids) and has a
great round firm ass that guys love to fuck. 

If you enjoy our experiences, send us a story back.

Rhonda & CL
rhonda69@super.zippo.com


After Rhonda's adventure at the fair, all she could talk about was
Strauss' offer to visit his farm and get to know his Shetland ponies. It
was obvious that she wasn't going to be satisfied until she saw, or felt
for herself if she really could fuck one of them. About two months after
the fair I suggested that we go for a drive to find a horse so she could
look and see if she could take it. After a bit of driving we found a farm
that had a few ponies in a field. As we parked and watched them we finally
saw what we came for. Once Rhonda saw the big, black dick beneath the
horse she knew she wanted one inside of her. It was all I could do to keep
her from sneaking into the field and grabbing the horse's cock. I told her
to call Strauss and ask him if the offer was still good.

Strauss was delighted when Rhonda called. He assured her that she was very
capable of fulfilling her fantasy and that it would be a great time for
her. She told him she would love to try but only if I came along. Strauss
was more than happy to invite me and he asked if he could invite a close
friend of his. Rhonda set the date and that night she fucked me like a mad
woman.

Rhonda couldn't have picked a more beautiful warm fall day for her
escapade. As we drove to Strauss' farm I admired her long slender legs.
Rhonda was wearing a black one piece wrap-around dress. Underneath it she
was wearing her favorite garter belt and sheer black stockings. A tiny
pair of panties and a lacy black bra hid her nice pussy and tits. Rhonda
also wore a new pair of black high heels she just bought to complete her
outfit.

After the three hour drive, we approached Strauss'  house,  and he came
out to meet us. He grabbed Rhonda and gave her a big hug. She was much
shorter than him so she stood on her tip-toes to kiss him deeply. Seeing
them embrace I remembered how she kissed him like that after he fucked her
in the barn at the fair. Strauss introduced us to his best friend Carl.
Carl politely reached his hand out to shake hers but she wrapped her arms
around him and pecked him on the cheek instead.

Strauss and Carl had prepared a nice light dinner for us and we talked
about several things. Both Strauss and Carl were widowers who had
developed their friendship over the years through their horses. As we
adjourned to the living room, Carl poured some homemade wine. It was
smooth but packed a great punch. As we talked some more and enjoyed the
wine the sun began to set. 

Rhonda recounted the experience she had at the fair for Carl and filled us
in on the details of her thought and feelings during that fucking. Strauss
glowed as Rhonda told how warm and good she felt getting her cunt filled
with his sperm. Strauss asked Rhonda if she was willing to give herself
completely to him tonight. "I want you to become the wife of who or
whatever I choose," he told her. He went on saying, "I will be your
master. You will be my willing whore. Do you accept this?" Rhonda, who was
sitting between Carl and Strauss leaned over to him and kissed Strauss
passionately. "From this point on, I'm not CL's wife until you give me
back to him," Rhonda gasped. Strauss put his hands on Rhonda's shoulders
and turned her to face Carl. He pushed her toward him and she kissed Carl
deeply. While they were kissing, both Carl and Strauss explored Rhonda's
body with their hands. Both men were sporting hard-ons that Rhonda
willingly stroked through their pants.

Strauss finally pulled Rhonda close to him and told her it was time. He
actually roughly pushed her from the couch, ordered her to stand up and
strip naked. Rhonda shyly stood up and in a few fluid movements removed
her dress, panties and bra. As she was starting to remove her stockings
Carl told her to stop, he wanted to see her in stockings and heels.

Once she was nude, she turned slowly, rubbing her body and  allowing us
all to enjoy her. Strauss asked her if she bought what she was supposed
to. Rhonda got her purse and produced a giant tube of K-Y Jelly and handed
it to him. He stood up, took her hand and led her out of the house to the
barn. Walking behind her, I was very pleased with the way the setting sun
made Rhonda's skin glow. It was beginning to cool off and Rhonda's nipples
hardened from the cool air and sexual anticipation as she was led naked
along the path to the barn. She walked between Strauss and Carl, holding
their hands, with no hesitation and she obviously had given herself to
these two men to do what ever they wanted of her.

Once in the barn I was amazed at how nice it was. We were in a large
paneled room with a clean wood floor almost as nice as you would find in a
house. A small fire was burning in the fireplace and I sat in one of the
overstuffed chairs admiring the room. This was obviously not just a barn.
Strauss told us that this was his tack room and study, where he spent most
of his time.

In the middle of the room, Strauss had built  a narrow  bench about 10
inches wide, 4 feet long and about 2 feet off the ground. The bench was
padded with a stuffed leather covering. One end of the bench was lower
than the other. Near the bottom of the posts holding the bench up, Strauss
had tacked on leather straps. There was also a small ramp built around the
sides of the bench. Rhonda looked at it and then at Strauss, "Is that for
me?" she asked smiling seductively.

Strauss came up behind my naked wife. He placed his hands on her shoulders
and faced her toward the bench while he explained what was going to happen
to her. I noticed that he was holding her rather firmly, looking for
Rhonda to play the submissive. He explained the bench was similar to the
one he remembered seeing in the stag film many years ago. He said that
Rhonda would lay on her stomach on the bench and have her arms and legs
tied to the posts. The pony would walk up the ramp with his legs on either
side of Rhonda so that his front hoofs were higher than his back giving
him a more natural angle. He explained that if the pony was with a mare,
he would climb up on the back of the mare and enter her but since Rhonda
couldn't take his weight, the ramp would overcome the problem. As he kept
talking his hands reached in front of Rhonda and roughly massaged her tits
and pulled on her nipples while he held her tightly in place. He assured
Rhonda that the  ramp would support the pony and that she  would be in no
danger. While he was explaining the process I noticed Rhonda squeeze her
legs together trying to massage her pussy.

Strauss continued to hold Rhonda by her shoulders and told Carl to go out
and bring in the pony that he had picked for her. When Carl returned,
Strauss  told us the pony's name was Coco and this was his favorite of all
his horses. Coco was the most experienced with his mares. Strauss pushed
down on Rhonda's shoulders so she was kneeling by Coco's side. "Now my
beautiful little slut, rub your new husband's cock," Strauss ordered.
Rhonda's hand shakily reached under Coco and began stroking the horse's
balls. Coco's head shot up when he felt my wife touch him gently. As her
strokes became more deliberate, the tip of Coco's cock appeared. Once
visible, Rhonda turned her attention to his growing shaft. As more of it
became available to her, Rhonda's strokes became longer and more intense.
I remember feeling quite in awe of my beautiful wife watching her crouched
by this animal giving it pleasure.

Strauss gave Rhonda a small basin with water and a towel in it. "Wash your
husband's cock," he told her. Rhonda took the basin from him and said
"Yes, master." She began lovingly washing Coco who looked like he was
really getting into the attention. When she was finished, Rhonda pulled
the long hunk of horse cock to her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue
over the dark head. She later told me she just had an urge she couldn't
resist to feel it with her tongue. 

Strauss grabbed Rhonda by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her
up so she was looking at him. "His cock is for your cunt, not your lips,"
he sneered. "It's time. Get on the bench Rhonda."  Once on the bench,
Rhonda found she could lower and raise her ass with her legs. This way,
she could get her cunt at the right height for her new lover. The bench
stopped just short of her pussy and spread her legs enough so that her ass
and cunt were open and exposed, ready to get filled. Strauss placed a
pillow under her stomach to make her more comfortable. "Is my beautiful
little slut ready to get fucked by her stallion?" he asked Rhonda as he
gave her ass a slap with a leather shaft. Rhonda jumped a little when she
got slapped and said quitely, "Yes master."

 He told Carl to prepare their slut's cunt. Carl tied her wrists and
ankles, rather tightly I thought,  to the posts with the leather straps.
He then used his fingers to stretch my wife's cunt wider and proceeded to
squeeze the whole tube of jelly she brought along up into her. Rhonda
moaned as she felt herself get filled with the clear gel. Carl took the
leather shaft Strauss used to slap her ass and slowly worked it into
Rhonda's cunt. He explained that this was the butt end of a whip that had
broken and he was using it to get Rhonda prepared. Rhonda groaned as he
slid a good eight inches of it in and out of her. When he took it out the
last time her cunt make a slurping noise as if she were trying to keep it
in.

 With Strauss leading him behind Rhonda, Coco stepped on the ramp and
began to gingerly walk up it. It was obvious that Strauss had practiced
this with him before we arrived. When he had his front hooves completely
up the ramp, he was standing straddled over Rhonda and his cock was
resting on Rhonda's ass. It was long and black against her white skin. I
was sure it was longer than anything she had taken but it wasn't really
that big around. "It feels so warm and heavy on me," Rhonda cooed. 
Strauss looked at Rhonda and said, "Become his wife. Take him in, NOW!"
Rhonda began moving her ass up and down and from side to side guiding the
tip of that big black dick against her pussy. Flexing her slender legs,
she rubbed her slit up and down the horse's cock as if to pry herself open
for it. "IN," Strauss commanded. 

Rhonda pushed back onto the cock and it slipped under her belly but not
into her. She gave a loud sigh when she realized the promised shaft missed
its target. Coco twitched a bit when he felt his cock get pinned between
Rhonda and the bench. As Strauss calmed the horse, he barked to Rhonda,
Again, try again." Rhonda lifted up and Coco pulled his cock from under
her. She adjusted her body so that the tip of the horse cock was parting
her pussy lips and plunged down. It entered her momentarily but popped out
causing Rhonda to scream from the pain. On her third attempt she clasped
her thighs around Coco's shaft and plunged back. This time it slipped
upward between her ass cheeks before it ever got near her hungry and
frustrated cunt.

Rhonda began to get teary-eyed and said, "I can't get him in me." From the
frustration in her voice, I could tell she was totally committed to having
this long stiff prick in her body. Strauss yelled to Carl to untie
Rhonda's hands so she could guide the horse's cock. Carl quickly complied
and Rhonda's hand shot underneath her body and grabbed Coco's shaft. She
lifted up and placed the head of the cock at her hole and moved it around
spreading herself open for him. When she felt opened enough, she pushed
back. 

With a satisfying moan from Rhonda, the head of the black cock disappeared
into her pussy. Rhonda closed her eyes and had a look of total bliss on
her face. She began rocking forward and back as more of the shaft entered
her. By this time, Coco realized he had just invaded something really
sweet and he began to buck. He was obviously trying to get more of his
stiff prick into Rhonda's soft opening but couldn't because of the ramp
and bench. True to Strauss' word, Rhonda was in complete control of the
fucking. As her pussy adjusted to the size of Coco, she took more of him
into herself. It was getting easier to stroke her gorgeous red-bushed
snatch on and off  the cock as the horse was holding stiff wanting
frantically to get deeper into her.

Rhonda was beginning to let Coco do more of the pumping so she grabbed
onto the bench post for support. With each buck, Coco pushed Rhonda
forward on the bench. She pushed back after each stab at her cunt so she
was in position for the next plunge. She was beginning to sweat and groan
with passion. Remembering back, I thought to myself that this wasn't
really happening, Rhonda couldn't be fucking a horse, it just wasn't
possible. But, right there in front of me I was watching my new wife
getting her cunt pounded by a pony.

Coco was really starting to hump at Rhonda but the ramp was keeping him
from his goal. The K-Y jelly that Carl squeezed up Rhonda's pussy was
squishing out of her with each stab. The bench was getting covered with
the excess jelly and Rhonda kept getting pushed forward so that Coco's
cock plopped out of her. Rhonda nor Coco could get it back in her. To get
back to him, Rhonda reached out and pushed herself back using Coco's front
legs for leverage. She got her ass back far enough to meet Coco coming at
her with another thrust. He drove his cock back into my wife's cunt and
Rhonda squealed with pleasure. Rhonda groaned "Oh fucking great." 

In no time, Coco took full control of the situation and began pumping
rapidly into Rhonda. Rhonda was screaming "Fuck me Coco. More. Fuck me." I
looked at Strauss and Carl and realized they were standing with their
cocks out stroking them. At that point I joined them. "I love your black
cock. Fuck me," Rhonda kept screaming. Strauss said "Yes. Keep talking to
him." Rhonda looked at Strauss and noticed his cock a few inches from her
face. She reached out to grab it but he pulled away. "You are the horses'
whore wife now. Fuck him," Strauss said. Sensing his tone, Rhonda
responded by saying "Yes master. I am the horses' whore. I'm fucking his
big cock. He's going to fill me up with his hot white sperm. I'll make him
cum into my warm tight cunt."  

After about 10 minutes of pounding, Rhonda was getting what appeared to be
about 10-12 inches of the pony cock into her cunt. I could see the
concentration on her face as she was working to make herself cum. She
lifted her head and bit her lower lip. However, Coco began neighing and
beat her to an orgasm. As the pony continued to pound at her, globs of
almost clear cum leaked out of Rhonda's pussy. When she felt the gooey
mess leak out of her and realized she just made a horse cum, she broke
down into a gut-wrenching orgasm. The tack room filled with a musty, just
fucked pussy fragrance. As she finished cumming, Strauss began to pull
Coco back from my wife's sweet pussy. It was a real mess. She was puffy
and red. Her cunt was wide open and we could see up into her. The walls of
her pussy were coated in frothy, creamy horse sperm.

As Rhonda began to get up, Carl told her to lie back down. "You're not
done yet, a slut fucks more than once," he said as he stroked her back.
"This is Stilt. In a bit you will see why," Strauss said as he led another
horse behind Rhonda. "He has been waiting outside to fuck you and has
heard Coco and you," Strauss told her. "Do you notice how ready he is to
make you his wife?" Strauss asked. It was true, Stilt had an enormous hard
cock bouncing under his belly. It was bigger around and much longer than
Coco's. He must have enjoyed listening, and smelling Rhonda service Coco
and was showing her how much with a new prize for Rhonda to conquer.

Rhonda laid her head on the bench, closed her eyes, smiled and said "Make
him fuck me master. I want him to be my husband." Strauss seemed to enjoy
Rhonda's submissiveness. "This time on your back," Strauss commanded.
Rhonda got on her back and Strauss led Stilt over her. As Stilt stood
above Rhonda I noticed that he was aware of the wet, soft, mess under him.
With his huge cock laying across her slippery, tight belly, Stilt began
trying to get into the pussy that was being offered to him. On cue from
Strauss, Carl grabbed one of Rhonda's legs and Strauss the other. They
pulled them around Stilt's sides and tied her ankles as close together as
they could get them over Stilts back. In this position Rhonda's pussy
immediately began sucking Stilt's cock in. Stilt began moving into Rhonda.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled her body close to him. "I love
you Stilt. Fuck me lover. Harder. HARDER!" Rhonda screamed. From her
expression I could see she was cumming again. 

Carl and Strauss stood with  their hands rubbing up and down on Rhonda's
legs. They also helped slide her on and off the powerful horse cock. As
Stilt began to stiffen and get ready to cum into my wife, Strauss pulled
the knot and released Rhonda's legs. The two men pulled her off of Stilt's
cock just as he was beginning to cum. Thick ropey streams of cum sprayed
across Rhonda's stomach and tits. She laughed and began massaging the hot
sperm over her face and neck. She opened her mouth to catch the last few
spurts. Wanting more she scooped the cum from her tits and licked it off
her fingers. "Its delicious. I love the taste of my husband's cum," she
groaned.

Strauss pulled Stilt away and took the horse's position at the bench. He
grabbed Rhonda's thighs and slid her back down the bench toward his cock
which was pointing directly at her gapping pussy. He spread her wide and
rammed his cock up into her. He pumped in and out until he grunted and
shot his load into Rhonda. All the while he fucked her my wife was begging
"Fuck me. Make me your wife too my master. Harder. Your horse fucking
whore wife needs to be fucked." As he withdrew he told Carl to take his
place. Carl also filled my wife up with a load that he must have been
saving for years. During his pumping, Rhonda again encouraged her other
master to fuck her. I couldn't take any more and pulled Carl aside as the
last drops of his come leaked out the tip of his cock. I managed to get my
cock in just as I came, adding my sperm to the mixture in Rhonda's pussy.
She was stretched so that I couldn't feel her insides but I did feel an
incredible warmth and wetness.

Strauss moved to Rhonda's face and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms
around his head and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. When they broke
the kiss, Rhonda looked at Strauss passionately and asked, "Does my master
have any more animals for his slut of a wife to fuck?" Strauss told her no
as he pulled a Hudson Bay Blanket from a shelf and covered Rhonda. He
helped her up as she was quite wobbly. She wrapped the blanket around
herself as she sat on the bench, still shivering from her last climax.
Once Strauss put Stilt back into his corral, we went back into the house.
Carl drew a bath for Rhonda and both he and Strauss took turns washing
Rhonda's body while I sat out in the living room watching a game on the
television. 

When they finished giving Rhonda her bath, including what Rhonda later
told me was a very sensual douche, Strauss led her to the bedroom. Carl
joined me in the living room while Rhonda and Strauss had an incredibly
loud fucking session. When he was finished screwing her, he came out and
sent Carl in to take a turn with "their" wife. Strauss told me that he
wanted Rhonda to stay for the rest of the weekend. He didn't give me a
chance to protest but said that she was now the horse's and his and Carl's
bride until he would return her to me the next day. He had already told
Rhonda this and she had said yes like a good little slut wife. I asked if
I could at least say good-night and he agreed.

When I went into the room, Carl was kneeling behind Rhonda and fucking her
cunt from behind. When they saw me, they slowed down. While Carl continued
slow deep pumps into Rhonda, she asked if Strauss told me what was going
to happen. I nodded and she smiled her approval. Between her grunts from
each stab at her pussy she said, "I love you."

Rhonda didn't come home until two days later. She told me that the two of
them continued to fuck her every minute they could. She also had the
horses fuck her three more times as well as Carl making his German
Shepherd fill her cunt with her first dog sperm. She also got to give Coco
a blow-job and a face full of watery cum as a reward. If somebody wasn't
in her cunt, they made her fuck herself with her fingers or the leather
whip handle. During supper, or when they sat around, she had to keep the
whip deep in her cunt. Rhonda wasn't allowed to get dressed the entire
time she was at the farm. She said that during the rest of the weekend
they alternated between treating her as a slut  who was to do their
bidding or became very tender, bathing, grooming and feeding her. Once
they tied her up in the barn and coated her body with a molasses spread.
They took great pains to fill her red bushed cunt. They then released Coco
into the stall. He proceeded to lick the sticky-sweet mixture off of
Rhonda, sticking his tongue up her pussy to get all he could. Rhonda said
she had several orgasms as Coco cleaned her off. Since she didn't come
home until Monday, I wasn't there when she arrived. She said that Strauss
had to fuck her one more time and took her on the floor of our living
room.

Rhonda never again went to Strauss' farm or had another animal. She said
that she did it just to prove to herself she could and didn't need to do
it again. However, if the opportunity arose, she said she wouldn't mind
taking advantage of it. Strauss and Carl did stop by frequently to enjoy
Rhonda's company and body. When we moved, Strauss gave Rhonda the Hudson
Bay Blanket he used to take her back from the barn. Wrapped in the middle
of the blanket was the leather whip handle that was used as Rhonda's
substitute lover that weekend. It still has a place of honor next to our
bed.