continue.”
“This is so depraved,” she said with a little giggle, and thrust out her tongue to further tease the animal into erection. When his cock was out about three inches, she gently drew it between her lips and began a light sucking. Red was starting to squirm around and hump against her lips as she sucked and I had her get up and kneel on the carpet. I directed Red to a position behind her and he licked her wet pussy wildly. Then, I raised his front paws and placed them on Donna's back. He got the idea almost immediately and started thrusting between her legs. Her vagina was clearly not where he expected it to be and he was nudging against the rosebud of her anus so I reached between them and “lowered his sights” a little so that he slid between her wet lips and entered her pussy.
Donna said she could hardly feel his tiny cock and he kept slipping out, so I took some of the fluid dripping from the lower part of her pussy and applied it liberally to her anus, sliding my finger in to the first knuckle. She gasped and turned to look in my eyes, realizing what I had in mind. “slave” Donna could not, of course, refuse, but the “real” Donna might take control. She didn't. I repositioned Red for entry into her well-lubricated ass and he thrust forward and entered her immediately. Donna lowered her beautiful head to the floor and groaned, “Oh God! This feels so weird!” I had her describe for me how it felt to have the dog's thin prick sliding in and out of her ass and she made the description as “dirty” as possible using words and images that only the “slave” Donna would consider so as to heighten her feeling of submission. When I thought Red was close to his climax, I said, “Now, suck him off.” Without hesitation, Donna pulled free of the small cock and rolled onto her back as I guided the, still thrusting, Red up her body until his stiff red rod-now, almost 4 inches long-reached her lips. She put her arms around his hips and drew him into her mouth, allowing him to fuck her tightly pursed lips. After a few seconds, the dog let out a small “yelp” and I was sure he was releasing his sperm into Donna's mouth. She held him tightly between her lips until he was finished and when she pulled her head away, Red scampered off and she opened her mouth to show me the small pool of white liquid on her tongue. Before she swallowed, I noted that it was much thinner than human sperm and she told me that it had a more bitter taste than mine but was really not unpleasant.
While the “real” Donna pretended that the incident never happened, the “slave” Donna told me how kinky she felt knowing that she had done something none of her friends would even consider. She talked about her sex with a dog often and convinced me that several repeat performances were in order. Finally, I told her we should videotape her with Red. She seemed very reluctant and I encouraged her to talk about her feelings. At last, she admitted that she would like to watch herself with Red but was terrified that anyone else might someday see the tape. I told her that she would keep the only copy in her possession and could erase it any time she wanted and she got very excited by the idea.
We made the tape a few days later and she went out of her way to give the performance of her life and make sure the camera caught everything. She even pulled Red from her lips as he came and let the cum fall on her lips and cheek. Later, she gave me that tape (and several others) as a “gift of trust” with the understanding that no one would ever see it but me. I have kept that trust.
I had managed to locate a man who ran a small far and convince him to rent me his barnyard for some “research” while he was out tending his fields. He went out to work the fields at about seven in the morning, returned to the house for lunch from noon until one and went back to the fields until six. I took the “real” Donna there one afternoon for a picnic and she explored the possibilities with a ram, a goat and a huge Labrador Retriever. By this time, she didn't bother to put on her “slave” persona but had sex in every way imaginable with the animals while I taped everything for her growing collection. She told me about how different each animal's cum tasted and felt and how hard the ram felt in her ass when he pushed all the way in.
There were a few horses boarded at the farm but all were mares or geldings and I didn't think she could do much with anything that size but masturbation. She watched them with interest and I could tell it was running through her mind even though neither of us mentioned it. One day, when we got to the farm, there was a new horse and a pony in two of the stalls that had previously been empty. The horse was a stallion and the pony was also a fully equipped male and I knew from the way Donna looked at them that she wanted to “try everything”. When John came in for lunch, he told us that the stallion and pony were being “let out to stud” and would only be boarding with him for a few weeks. John's tractor had no sooner rounded the barn than Donna was in the stallion's stall stroking his strong back and removing her clothes. When she was naked, she climbed up on his back and lay down to slide her breasts and pussy around his shiny hair. Fortunately, he was very gentle (having been ridden for two years) and didn't mind her being on his back, but I warned her that an animal so big could easily hurt or kill her without intending to. She promised to be more careful and went to the pony to examine his genitals.
She knelt beside him and slid back the sheath of his cock. It appeared to be about an inch to an inch and a half across and seemed to have the potential for substantial extension. Donna returned to the stallion and checked his “equipment” as well. He was securely tethered in the stall but he danced around a bit as her hands went to work trying to bring forth his erection. After a few minutes, she had coaxed about four or five inches of his penis out of the sheath and it was at least two inches across. She leaned down, staying well clear of his hind legs, and took what she could into her mouth. Due to its girth, she could only manage two or three inches of the end and her mouth was stretched as wide as I had ever seen it at that. Of course, I was taping all of this and she turned to the camera and me with a truly wicked smile on her face. “I want this one.,” she said. I laughed and said she was a dreamer, but the pony was a possibility. Then I suggested she at least finish what she had started and she immediately returned to stroking and sucking the stallion's firm pole into her mouth.
She stopped again and said she wanted the horse to fuck her. I told her she couldn't get under either of these large animals safely, but I would try to come up with a scheme to make it possible and safe for another day. Satisfied with that for now, she took him back in her mouth and worked his shaft-now, at least 12 inches long-until he began to come in torrents. Her mouth was flooded at once and she was forced to release him to come all over her face, neck and breasts. His cum overflowed her mouth and dripped down her chin as she swallowed what she could and gasped for air. The stallion came for at least twenty seconds and at one point, his rear legs seemed to buckle slightly and I started to pull her clear, but he regained his footing and she continued to bathe in the horse's hot semen. When he was finally done, she released her grasp on his receding member and walked out to lie in the warm sun, still drenched in his seed. I followed her with the camera and recorded as her hands roamed through the sperm covering her lovely body. I thought about how tiny her body looked beside this massive beast and was convinced she would never be able to handle an organ of that size in her tight vagina.
Two days later, we returned to the farm at about eight in the morning, after John had gone out to the fields. I rigged a strong sling under the pony that would support his weight and found a long crate that was just the right height for Donna to lie beneath the pony on several blankets we had brought along. With her “bed” prepared, Donna began preparing the pony with her now expert hands and mouth. When she felt he was ready, she crawled under him and positioned herself on the crate. His cock was resting on her belly as she stroked it and slid further up the crate to position the tip between her soaked lips. She seemed in a rush to get the pony inside her and I had to caution her to slow down and take her time. I told her not to take any more than she was absolutely sure she could handle as I didn't want to have to rush her to an emergency room and explain what had happened. That thought seemed to sober her up a bit and she slowed down. She slipped the pony's cock up and down the gap in her lips a few times and positioned it for entrance. She held it there for a few seconds, then started working her way a little at a time toward the bottom of the crate. There was a little resistance before the head entered her about an inch and I could tell by the tightness of her facial muscles that she was already stretching as far as she ever had.
The pony started getting restless, wanting to thrust into Donna and I stroked his back and flanks to calm him down. She had worked two or three inches in and her face had relaxed a little as her muscles learned to accommodate this huge intrusion. She continued to stroke the shaft as she moved down to take a little more and, suddenly, the pony pushed forward another two inches in a single thrust. Donna groaned loudly and I was concerned that she had been hurt but it was soon apparent that the groan was of pleasure at being so filled and she started rocking her hips to lessen the depth of the pony's thrusts while allowing his penetration to deepen only slightly each time. Gradually, she worked most of the animal's length into her depths and let him start fucking her at his own pace. She said he was really hitting bottom and stayed far enough up the crate so that the sling prevented him from going any deeper.
She was moaning and calling out from the fullness of her vagina when the pony suddenly let go. With her
