Date: Mon, 22 Apr 1996 17:00:06 -0700
From: DARKMAN <10436@www1.utech.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality (M, horse, oral)
Subject: MANHORS **Man Forced To Suck A Horse Off

			      Man-Horse

	All in all, I had many delightful experiences when I went to
Israel with my parents for the summer. My parents always go, to visit
their relatives, but it has been my only trip overseas. I didn't (and
still don't) speak enough Hebrew to go out on my own, and so the trip
promised a lot of meeting relatives with whom I could not speak, a lot
of seeing the sights (which were, at least, worthwhile) and a lot of
boredom.

	Definitely the most interesting relative that I met was my
cousin-in-law Shoshanna. I was informed that she owned a farm and bred
horses, and so I should be able to talk with her about something;
since I had gone to a 'horse camp' the previous summer, where one
learns to ride and care for horses, generally on the more docile,
stupid types of horse. She spoke more English than I spoke Hebrew, and
since that was sufficient for communication, my parents shooed me off
to be with her for the evening, so they wouldn't have to translate
incessantly for me.

	She was dark-haired, dark-eyed, and enchanting even through
the partially demolished language barrier. I learned that she had
finished her stint in the Army two years ago, inherited a small cotton
farm, and had managed to find and buy some reasonably high quality
horses that had lived out their track days and gone on to be used as
stunt horses in a few films. I couldn't stop taking in her graceful,
muscular arms or her firm, rounded legs; I was practically mesmerized
as soon as we had had wine and she began asking me if I liked being
tied up, if I knew how to ride bareback, if I'd ever made love in the
barn at the camp I'd gone to, and if I'd like to spend some time at
her farm.

	The next day, she easily persuaded my parents to let me spend
the next two weeks at her farm; they were going on a lengthy bus trip
with the relatives which would have been, for me, a miserable living
hell.

	Ten minutes out of Jaffa on the highway, and then an hour of
wambly dirt roads later, we arrived. The drive had enlightened me even
further to her intentions, as she mentioned that she never wore
clothes in the day on the farm (it being hot but not humid), and she
didn't expect me to either. She was all out of hashish as well, so she
wasn't going to be doing any smoking and animal training, as she had
done in the past.

	We arrived in the afternoon, and she started me out with a
test.

	After we'd stowed our things in the house and gotten rid of
our clothes, she took me bareback riding. She gave me her large
stallion who used to be in endurance races, and took a mare herself,
as well as picnic furnishings, general equipment, and a pair of
rifles. He was more responsive than any other horse I'd ever ridden,
he also was aware that part of my attention was fixated on Shoshanna's
riding to my right, and who did I think I was anyway? So, at the given
opportunity, as Shoshanna had planned, knowing this horse far better
than I; he broke left and charged happily into a lake we passed,
stopping only when the water was up to his stomach. Clearly enjoying
himself, he started pawing at the water and snorting, and looking back
at me, expecting me to do something. While I was deciding whether or
not to go for his ear, he started rearing up and pawing the air, doing
his best to look like a Busch commercial, and looking over to
Shoshanna for orders.

	She had me get off and give him a thorough bath, with him
enjoying every minute of the attention he got, pawing and splashing in
the water and looking indignant at me whenever I stopped for a second.

	Shoshanna did the same for her mare, who wasn't quite such a
fan of the water, but obeyed her orders explicitly. When she ordered
me to pay special attention to the stallion's crotch, I knew in a
heartbeat that she was exactly the type of woman I obey, the kind who
make me feel that if they really wanted to, they could MAKE me follow
their orders, and thus don't have to go about the messy business of
wrestling about it.

	I didn't really want to yank him out of the water by his ear,
so when Shoshanna decided I was quite finished soaping and rinsing his
cock and balls, she got him out of the water and we continued on our
way, the warm sun drying the four of us. We rode calmly through an
orange grove to the picnic spot/rifle range, where we both shot about
equally well, save that I'd never shot burst fire before. We ate, and
she began taking this time to show me some of the tricks she'd taught
the horses.

	A good trainer can teach most animals actions without
requiring food as a stimulus. The more intelligent and gregarious the
animal, the easier it is to make attention itself the reward, and
these horses were a lot smarter than the ones I had ridden at camp.
She staked me out spreadeagled, naked, on a blanket, made sure my head
was secured, and with a single motion, had the stallion giving me
sloppy, wet, forceful kisses. Opening my mouth to breathe generally
ended in a huge tongue getting in a lick to the inside of my mouth.

	Another order backed the stallion up, and had him licking at
my crotch. My cock had hardened crazily during my earlier treatment
and though I tensed against my bonds, under the methodical strength of
his incessantly lapping tongue and hairy mouth, I couldn't resist and
orgasmed wildly, pulsing beneath his tongue. The ecstatic agony didn't
stop, however, because he didn't stop even when I was spent,
continuing to rasp my now softer, yet oversensitive cock. Shoshanna
had him stop just before my begging entered the range of screaming.

	I gasped for breath while she untied me, and she gave me a few
moments to regain my composure. She then shattered it by informing me
that the reason the horse was looking at me in the same expectant way
he had when he was waiting to get his customary bath, was because he
knew I had to lick him similarly for his reward. She held him while I
got under him from the correct side, he already excited and engorged,
more than a foot and a half long. I started with his balls, and then
ran strokes up his length; him pounding me in the face with his cock-
head, moistening me with a bit of fluid, let me know that more was
called for, so I opened up for him to begin cramming as much of his
length into my mouth as he could. My head was buffeted by his weight,
and it was all I could do to rub his head with my tongue whenever
possible, tasting him, his thrusts gradually stretching out my mouth
and pushing deeper at the back of my throat.

	She pulled me out after some unknown amount of time, let him
prance happily about, and finally tethered him. She had 'cleaned him
out' recently with a breeding dummy for exactly this purpose, no use
wasting valuable, salable sperm on my throat. Next, she led me a ways
through the grove pulling me by a possessive hand on my crotch, out of
sight of the first picnic location, where she had left the mare
tethered and waiting. I hardened up under her ministrations on the way
over, whereupon she lubed me up, stood me on on a large, flat
step stool she had out here for exactly this reason (she was the type
who planned well), and tied my legs spread about a foot more than
shoulder width, backed the mare up to me and bent me over her rump,
tying my wrists to the leather straps she'd used earlier for the
saddlebags.

	She slid my cock up and inserted me, the mare's vagina
settling about comfortably. Seeing as I couldn't move very much, I
couldn't take much advantage of the situation, but I wasn't to have
that trouble very long. Shoshanna lubed up my spread asshole, and
began sliding an anal probe in and out, pulling me back out of the
mare, and then pushing me back in, each time deeper until she was
fucking me up to the handle and each thrust brought me all the way
into the mare.

	Face-down, inhaling the mare's scent, pulling back on my
wrists helplessly; she fucked me into the mare until the oiled sliding
in my filled rectum merged with the silken sliding against my cock and
everything went away save those two things while I exploded. We rode
back in the sunset, and I got a badly needed bath at the same lake. At
the farmstead, we put up the horses, she made sure nothing was wrong,
and we held one another in her bed against the chill night, to arise
at the crack of dawn.

	That was the first day of my two weeks with Shoshanna.

Day 2

	Like most farm days, this one began early. Shoshanna woke me
up at dawn by a warm, empty spot on the bed and a tantalizingly served
breakfast. Shoshanna, leaning over me, adorned only by her natural
talents, struck home a distinction many have made before but few
really get to experience: that nakedness means defenselessness, but
nudity is art. It was all in the attitude, and she had it.

	Once breakfast was done, the work began. My jobs consisted of
cleaning out stables (I was no stranger to this); resetting and
checking the automatic feeders; exercising and cleaning and combing as
many horses as I could reasonably get to; and a couple of random jobs
involving heavy lifting that required two people. Shoshanna was a
skilled taskmaster; always returning from the fields with another job
ready just as I finished and was ready, ordering me with her rich,
mellow voice and simple English. She had started the day with work on
her irrigation trenches; now that she had me on the horses she could
do some of the thorough work that needs getting done every once in a
while. That took her through lunch; whereupon she ran a quick weed
spray on part of the cotton and came back to care for the pigs, of
which she had four, and happened to be caring for another two pregnant
sows of a neighbors.

	Between eight and nine hours of this got me pretty well
exhausted, and hungry in that way you are after a hard day's work.
You're desperately hungry, but you don't end up eating as much as you
would if you were just bored-hungry after a day reading a book and
watching television, and you don't 'stuff yourself,' you just eat and
stop. There was no television on the entire farm, either, she had a
shortwave radio for news, and that is just the thing to make you avoid
wasting your life.

	Rest, of course, was not something I was to receive for some
time yet. Shoshanna got that intriguing and beautiful smile meaning
she had something planned, and led me out to the barn. She was correct
in guessing that I wanted a shower after all my work, and she gave it
to me; beginning by giving me knee pads, strapping a thick, heavy,
wide leather collar around my neck and attaching nylon straps with
rubber-leather-nylon webbing around my wrists and lower thighs (just
above the knees), the wrists to the underside of the collar and the
thighs to the wrists, so that I couldn't pull my hands far from my
head, my thighs far from my wrists, locking me in a head lowered,
hobbled crawl on my hands and knees.

	She laughed then, only for a moment, and if it had been anyone
else, had the laugh not been absolutely free of any mocking tone, I
don't know what I would have done. Instead, it was a musical slide,
like droplets of water bouncing from a tuned tin roof, infectious
enough so that I laughed too; allowing her to insert the long, hollow,
tubular gag and fasten its straps about my head, it lying on my
tongue and yet still allowing me to breathe through it. She pulled me
into a stall only slightly bigger than myself, and clipped my bonds to
the sides. Where before I could have touched my hands together, and
perhaps gotten out of the webbing, I couldn't now; I could move inches
in any direction and so not get stiff, but I was otherwise helpless.

	The cold water didn't sting; she sat astride me at first while
she shampooed my short, curly hair and soaped and washed my sweaty
face from behind, lying on my back and gripping my sides with legs
that I knew could guide a horse expertly. She continued thoroughly,
pausing to kiss my neck now and again, and giving special attention
and thoroughness to my cock and balls much as I had had to with the
horse on the previous day. Then she lifted off of me momentarily, and
I heard her intake of breath as she again settled on top of me,
farther back this time, holding on to me strongly as she began to
gently push the soapy strap-on into me, further each time, cleaning me
out. From there, she used the longer but thinner anal probe she had
used yesterday, to lubricate me well. Finally, she splashed buckets of
slightly soapy water over me, water that she had already used to wash
the pigs earlier that day, as a rinse.

	It wasn't much of a crawl to their pen, and I made it with my
head down and my mouth full. I was ignored momentarily, then the
smallest female spotted me and alerted the others. I learned firsthand
over the next hour that Shoshanna had washed them and their pen with
equal care as she had me, as the social order of the area and my place
within it was made clear through much snuffling, butting, rubbing
against and good-natured pushing. Things had settled down from their
previous excitement for some moments when Shoshanna gave an order to
the male, who was only a bit smaller than me in my kneeling position.
He trundled over to me and began good-naturedly whuffling at me, and
rubbing me for a bit, seemingly making introductions, and then the
direction of his pushing grew more focussed, intending for me to head
towards the corner. Shoshanna advised me, with her wonderful voice, to
crawl a bit towards the corner, and indeed, it caused a marked change
in his behavior. He became far more enthusiastic in his jostling, and
since I had begun moving moving, his weight quickly pushed me to the
corner with him following directly behind.

	A sniffling, and he lurched, or crawled atop me, his weight
pressing down on my thankfully padded knees and almost shoving my head
forward into the wall of the pen. His weight on top of me arched my
back downward and spread my knees, lowering me for him as he began to
press up against me. It was not long before he found his way into my
pre-lubricated asshole, the tip of his cock having a very odd texture
to it, not at all like the cock-head on the strap-on. He continued to
push atop me in twisting jerks until he was in as far as he would go
and continued to push, shoving in and then relaxing long enough for me
to return to my hands-and-knees position, my head no longer in danger
of hitting the wall of the pen; his cock, long as the anal probe and
thicker than the strap-on, sliding halfway out only for another
thrust.

	I could feel him breathe raggedly through his stomach on my
back as I myself struggled to breathe under his weight and his thrusts
and through the long, hollow, tubular gag held in by the straps around
my neck and head. Finally he pulsed within me, continuing to thrust,
then slowing and lying on me until he finally pulled out of my
dripping, wet ass with a squelch. I slowly began to get my breathing
under control through the gag, my ass covered with his come but
gratefully empty, when Shoshanna ordered me over to her.

	With a lubricated hand, she rubbed my ass and then my
unabashedly engorged cock and balls with the mixtures, so I was not
only lubricated but smelled very much of sexual male pig. I managed to
look up at her by craning my next even though it was attached to my
hands to see her smile and say, "Well, now you've learned first hand
how it's done. It's time for you to do your teacher proud." She
pointed me at the median-sized sow, and I began the process from the
other side. I introduced myself as I had had done to me, and the sow
immediately caught olfactory wind of my intent, pushing back against
me eagerly throughout my introductions and getting visibly excited.

	She didn't make it easy for me to push her over to the corner,
but she went willingly, moving a half pace with every strong nudge
until we were in similar, though reversed circumstances as before.

	I pushed up with my wrists, launching myself onto her and
sliding my chest onto her smooth back. I spread my arms around her as
the hooved limbs had spread about me, and this spread my legs
slightly, as my wrists were still tied to my knees. Still breathing
only through the hollow tube gag as I rested my chest on her back,
stroking and rubbing her sides with my hands, my well-lubricated cock
found her entrance already wet, and I began sliding in and out, making
longer thrusts than I had received.

	Whereas the mare yesterday whose back I had been tied across
seemed only to be tolerating my presence, the sow I now mounted was
enthusiastic, eager and squealing with pleasure, pushing back against
me and gripping me on each thrust with her tight, muscular vagina. I
was wet with the cum of the previous pig, sliding within her fully,
pressing my wet balls up against her with every stroke, increasing in
speed until I could not withstand the continuous stroking against the
mixed lubrications and the powerful gripping any longer, and exploded
pumping, into her.

	I lay atop her exhausted, trying to breathe through the gag
as she gripped me pulsingly and pushed against me, filled to
overflowing with the mixed cum and her own wetness. I eventually
managed to retreat off of her, and crawl into my own corner to rest,
as my own mounter was now doing. Shoshanna gave me only a moment
before attaching a leash to me and clipping me back in the bathing
stall, where she washed me again, this time with quick skill, cleaning
me out and still keeping me tied.

	I have mentioned before that the type of woman I obey
unquestioningly is one who makes me feel that if she desired to force
me to do what she asks, she could manage it after a good struggle. To
this point, I had mainly assumed this from her strength that I had
felt so far, but now she proved it beyond a doubt, actually picking me
up out of the shower-tub and carrying me over her shoulder to the
house, to put me on the bed, on my back, still hobbled and gagged. It
clearly wasn't easy, but she didn't stagger even once.

	She spread my hobbled arms and legs and attached them to the
bed, and then, only then did she take out the gag. Shoshanna let me
relax, bound, and let me breathe freely for a time, massaging me with
her body, lying atop me. Then she smiled, and with a kiss, said, "Now,
it's time to see if your mouth learned anything yesterday." She
reversed herself, lowering herself onto my mouth and taking me into
her own. Far too soon, and yet not nearly soon enough after that, she
released the straps holding me spread out under her and uprighted me.

	The time until night came was spent proving to her that I
truly knew the lesson I had been taught and practiced, until she
acknowledged breathlessly that I had learned my trade well; and tied
me back upon my back, she to lie atop me until the dawn.

			       The End