pussy completely full of pony cock, there was no place for his cum to go but out and it squeezed between his penis and the walls of her vagina and started pouring fourth onto the blanket under her. Donna started coming and the lower part of her body thrashed beneath the pounding of her four legged lover. With her hands, she scooped up some of the semen gushing from her body and covered her face with it, getting as much as she could into her mouth. I backed the pony up a little and helped her crawl out from under him. She lay on the straw of the stable and breathed deeply as I watched the lips of her vagina slowly close to cover the gaping cavern soaked in cum.
When she had recovered, I took her into the house to shower and dress.
Riding back from the farm, she said she had never felt so full in her life, but she still wanted to try the stallion. I reminded her of the difficulty of working with such a large and spirited animal and told her I really didn't like the idea. That night, we made love on her large bed and I was surprised to find that her vagina had returned almost to its original tightness. My entry was a little easier than usual but the friction was still much tighter than any other woman I had ever been with. She said that I still felt the same and that she still preferred my cock to any animal but that the feeling of being filled was completely different. She insisted that we try the same sling and crate arrangement with the horse and I made her promise that she would stop if she experienced any real pain. She assured me she would know if it wasn't going to work and reminded me that even a horse cock is smaller than a baby.
A few days later, we were back at the farm just as John was finishing his lunch and preparing to go back out to do some plowing. He asked how our research was going and Donna told him we were learning new things almost every trip, giving me a small smile as she said it. As John mounted his tractor, he turned and said, “Better watch out around that pony. He's been acting kind of frisky the last couple of days. I think they're getting him out to stud none too early.” We assured him we would be careful and waved as he drove off.
It took a little time to rig the sling under the stallion and I added a couple of ropes leading back to large posts behind the horse so his forward movement would be strictly limited. While I was rigging the sling and finding a higher crate, Donna was enjoying two of the dogs. She was on her hands and knees as the Lab pumped deep into her rear passage and a big Collie was on his back before her as she sucked and licked him to orgasm. When everything was ready, she lay down on the blankets with her face along side the stallion's cock and stroked and licked him to full erection as I ran the video camera. She smiled at the camera and kept saying how nice the horse's cock felt and tasted and how badly she wanted him to fuck her. She was putting on a real show for this tape and wanted to be the ultimate slut. She took more of the horse in her small mouth than I would have thought possible and talked about how she'd love to have him come in her mouth if she didn't have other plans.
By the time Donna turned around and put the huge head against the swollen lips of her pussy, the horse was at least sixteen inches long and two and a half inches around. I put down the camera and applied an entire tube of K-Y jelly to the organ and the waiting vagina it would try to invade. Donna had the tip inside her almost immediately and pumped the shaft with her hands to ease a little of the massive member between her already stretched lips. There was an intense look of concentration on her face and I knew she had made up her mind she was going to make this work, somehow. The horse was dancing around in agitation and obviously wanted to get on with the business at hand, so I petted and soothed him as best I could and she slowly worked a little more into her tiny body. By this time, the lower portion of Donna's belly was already beginning to bulge out slightly from the mass of firm flesh within and I could see her progress directly as the bulge moved ever so slowly up her stomach. She took about twelve inches before she groaned out that he had hit bottom and was pressed firmly against her cervix. I could clearly see the entire length outlined on her belly as she released her grip and let the horse set his own pace. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This beautiful, petit blonde was being fucked completely by a full grown stallion and loving every inch of it. Her head thrashed from side to side as he repeatedly flicked his hips and strained against the ropes of the sling wanting to release his seed deep into this strange mare.
When the horse started to come, the pressure was too much for her delicate insides and she quickly moved up on her bed to relieve the pressure. She moved farther than she intended and when the stallion drew back for a thrust, his cock sprang free of her vaginal grip and began spewing semen the length of her body. She was soon covered from her crotch to the hair at the front of her head and she opened her mouth wide to catch what she could as her hands went to her pussy to complete her own monumental orgasm.
“I've heard about it, but I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!” The voice came from behind me and I spun around to see John standing about ten feet away. I remembered hearing the tractor motor shut off some distance away about ten minutes earlier, but hadn't given it any thought at the time as I was totally wrapped up in watching and taping Donna's tryst with the horse. John didn't seem angry, just stunned and it was clear he had seen the deep fucking Donna had been getting as well as the very wet climax.
I pulled her out from under the horse and lay her, panting, on the straw. I took John's arm and led him outside the barn. I apologized for our behavior and explained (truthfully) that the lady was a well respected teacher and couldn't stand the scandal if this were to get out. I asked him what it would take for him to forget what he had just witnessed. He smiled and said, “Look, I don't even know your girlfriend's name and she seems so nice I wouldn't want to see her get hurt. I don't suppose there's any damage to the horse, and I don't really want anything from you folks.” He thought for a few minutes and said, “I wouldn't mind seeing her get it on with the animals from time to time and, if she's interested, I would be more than happy to give her a little human loving.”
We visit John once or twice a month, now and he has willingly joined or little “party of preverts” as he calls it. Donna has developed a strong desire for bondage, discipline and mild S/M and she has never refused anything John or I have suggested as a new adventure into the limits of her sexuality John turned out to be a great guy and Donna loves to have him fuck her ass while I fill her pussy or she sucks me off. Our videotape collection has grown substantially and is kept in a safe place. Someday I will release them for the world to see.
The Curious Case of the Sex Circus and Other Depravities from the Roman Empire
The sex cirrus is not a modern innovation of the Hippies or Swingers. Its genesis is as ancient as the Roman Empire, and probably a lot older. Gabby old Petronius meticulously informs us quite a bit about Roman morals in general and prostitution in particular, and he does not hesitate to dip his quill into detailed acts of sex, including the two types of sex circuses, one in which only human beings participated and finally the Sex Circus in which humans and animals took part. Roman law was very two-faced but dogmatic about prostitution and prostitutes, even going so far as to prescribe the type of dress prostitutes must wear, so that they could be distinguished from “virtuous” women. Needless to say, a “virtuous” woman in ancient Rome was more than a non-drinker on Skid Row. Roman women who played-for-pay were not permitted to wear the stola, a loose-fitting garment which concealed the form, or the vitta with which Roman ladies bound their hair, they could not wear shoes or jewels or purple robes, as these were the insignia of virtue. Instead, whores died their hair red or yellow and wore the toga like the men! Instead of shoes, they wore sandals tied at the instep with leather thongs. Their dresses had to be of flowered material.
Theory of law is one thing; practice is another. Prostitutes did wear jewels tons of them and purple robes; and they did wear garments that more than revealed their ample curves, such as silken robes from Tyre, whose texture was almost as thin as air. Red hungry nipples and dark triangles of pubic hair could easily be seen through these robes.
Roman prostitutes were not strangers to venereal disease either, a fact that somehow escapes modern writers. We do, however, find later Roman writers referring to morbus indecens (indecent ailments) such as the rubigo, the elazomenae and morbus campanus. However, it must be admitted that the ancient writers do not directly attribute these diseases to sexual intercourse with prostitutes. Just what these diseases were, we will never know for certain. If they were not gonorrhea and syphilis, they very strongly resembled these age-old sexual ailments.
Sex Circuses were common, too, orgiastic activities which prostitutes gave for assembled customers and
