Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 17:02:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Kim Wright <kwritesstuff@yahoo.com> Subject: Ride-of-Her-Life (Bestiality) Ride Of Her Life By Kim Wright Slight squeaks punctuated the stillness of the late spring evening. A low rumble was made louder by the quiet of the darkened night on the expansive farm. Neither noise lasted long, just long enough for the woman to push open the door to the barn far enough so that she could slip inside. Karen walked tepidly into the structure. A mixture of anxiety and fear coursed through her delicate body. Desperation had driven her to this task. Life had taken a sharp turn for the thirty-four-year-old. The woman was a year-and-a-half into life as a trophy wife. She had married a wealthy man almost twice her age who showered her with jewelry, a closet full of designer clothes, a luxury car and made a large house on an expansive, lush farm their home. For Karen, however, the relationship was not about the money. She had escaped an abusive relationship in her early twenty's, one that scarred her from giving her heart and investing in a further entanglement with a strong man. Seven years after her breakup, her present husband came into her life. Though much older, balding and very overweight, she found him charming, funny and was overwhelmed with the ways in which he showed his affection -- flowers, notes, baubles. If the relationship had one problem, though, it was in the bedroom. Night after night, her sumptuous body went untouched, Never did a hand massage her thirty-six c breasts, nor did lips or a tongue tease her nipples or areolas. The hand of her husband never sought to please her clit, nor had his tongue let alone his member push aside her labia to enter her and engage in passionate intercourse since a Viagra fueled honeymoon. Karen longed for satisfaction. She thought about but feared that an affair would see her lose her new standard of living and a man she cared about and loved deeply. While dating, Karen's beau had shown her the ins and outs of his business. Since making a fortune through real estate investments the man had plunged into the world of thoroughbred horses -- racing and more importantly, breeding. The majority of his two-dozen horses were scattered at tracks around the country, while a select few remained on the couple's farm that had become a stud farm. During a chilly winter afternoon Karen was escorted into the barn and into a room to watch a breeding session, Being born and raised in the city almost everything that took place on a farm was new and fascinating to the tall, curly haired red head. She watched intently as a mare was walked into a special stall, designed to keep her contained. A few moments later her husband's workers marched a second horse into the room. The muzzle of the second horse was let close to the rear of the mare. In an instant the stud snorted, his nostrils flared, he bucked his head, a black mane flying. The stud stepped onto a platform aside the secured mare. Karen was aghast at the sight of the stud's member extending from between its legs. The growing mass was enormous, almost twenty-two inches in length, nine inches in circumference with a mushroom-like head that probably measured thirteen inches around. Karen felt her body shudder as the stud mounted the mare. Grunts belted from both horses. The stud bucked, then after a few thrusts stepped back and withdrew as gobs of sticky cum splattered to the floor. For several ensuing nights Karen struggled to sleep. Each time she closed her eyes the vision of the breeding session filled her mind. A tingle, the kind she got when eating mustard, rippled through her mouth when she thought about the size of the horse. She felt her heart beat faster and her breathing grow shallow at memory of the mounting. There were mornings when she couldn't wait for her husband to leave for his office. On those mornings Karen returned to the bedroom, slipped off her panties, slid beneath the covers of her king sized bed and massaged her clit in an exercise that wove from gentle rubbing to feverish friction production coupled with uncontrollable squeels and a the unmistakable head to toe spasms of a satisfying orgasm. Karen's obsession also manifested on a few of her rides through the countryside of her rural estate. While sitting astride a horse her thoughts drifted to visions of the breeding session. Karen found herself aroused and ground her pussy against the hard leather saddle strapped to the back of the muscular horse. Her grinding action generated pleasurable sensations. Karen fought to maintain some level of self control lest she ride into an accident. Her desire, however, was to surrender control and work her saddle massage into an orgasm, which she never allowed herself. Almost three weeks after observing the breeding session Karen was shopping online when curiosity overcame her thoughts. A few keystrokes and she was staring at internet porn that featured attractive women, mostly eastern Europeans, engaged in sex with horses. More typing produced blogs that gave instruction on how to engage in sex with a horse. The curiosity invaded her thoughts. It became companion to her loneliness. Awe and wonder evolved into strategy and plan. Karen shut the door to the barn and walked straight to stall number eight. Weeks of contemplation had led to this. Her husband had gifted her the chestnut and gray stallion six months earlier. She had bonded with the horse, feeding it, petting it, learning how to properly brush it and lead him out for his daily trot. This was the fourth consecutive night that Karen had silently slipped into the barn once the workers had gone and before her husband came home from a meeting, business dinner or ball game. Each of the previous three nights, like tonight, Karen had worn only a purple jump suit. Her nipples jutted from her round breasts and pressed against the fabric. The woman felt a warmth and after a time wetness between her legs. The excitement made her heart beat faster. Fear of discovery dried her mouth. Each night she gently petted her horse's muzzle, cooed softly, then stroked its mane. After several minutes the woman unzipped her top and let it fall to the floor. Karen then slid from the pants and stood before the horse clad only in a pair of running shoes. Each night she coaxed the stallion's muzzle to her stomach, then tried to guide it lower toward her pubic hair. She could see its nostrils flare, its head buck and a shrill nay surge from its throat. Karen quickly tugged her pants back on, then her top before leaving the barn to return to her house. Tonight she had another plan. Like the previous nights Karen stopped at stall number eight. Her chestnut and white horse came to the door and extended his neck to greet the woman. She stroked the horses mane, scratched the space between its eyes extending to the horses nostrils. Karen then unzipped her top freeing her breasts and letting the hardened nipples jut free. Next her fingers tugged at the elastic waist band of her pants, pushing them over her hips, down her thighs then letting them fall to her ankles before she stepped out of them. Karen was nervous. She had left the house with the plan to go further tonight, much further. Now that it was close at hand, the prospect scared her now. She felt her body tremble and wondered if it was from fear or a chill in the barn? Karen once again coaxed the horse's muzzle toward her pubic area and like the previous nights, the animal responded. The woman took a step back, then turned and walked into the breeding room. She moved a table into the breeding stall, covered it with a thick blanket and walked back toward stall number eight. Karen sliped into the stall. She placed a halter around the horse's neck, just behind its ears. She clicked her tongue to coax the horse then led it from the stall and toward the breeding room. The woman's heart raced. She could feel the sweat of nervousness bead on her forehead. Once inside the breeding room, Karen pushed a table into the holding stall. She climbed atop then rolled over on her back. She clicked her tongue to coax the horse to her. Karen raised her knees then spread her legs. Her vulvae parted with the movement of her thighs. The woman's milky skin offset a bright orange tuft of pubic hair. As Karen's vulvae parted, the cleft split, her labia spread and offered a fleshy pink target. Her breathing was rapid, so rapid she was almost hyperventilating. She worried how painful entry might be while at the same time felt a surge of curious at what pleasures such enormity could bring. The horse had been trained to know what to do not only in the room but this particular stall. The sound of the horses hoofs and metal shoes against the floor filled the room. The stud was climbing onto the platform on either side of the narrow stall. Karen opened her eyes and could see the underside of the horses neck above her, then the animal's underbelly as he moved into position. She knew a massive digit would soon be aligned with her orifice. Karen reached a hand around her leg to feel for the engorged head in order to guide it in. She stretched her fingers to find it. The woman wiped her hand back and forth three times then suddenly the tip of her index finger brushed it, the massive mushroom shaped head. Karen tried to focus on the task. Nervousness and apprehensions became forgotten in the wake. She cupped the massiveness with her dainty fingers. Karen felt the tip of the enormity brush against her labia folds. Suddenly the animal thrust. It rammed the huge mass of swollen flesh deep into her wet pussy. Enormity both stretched and stuffed. Pain from pried tissue melded with the immense sensation of warm flesh rubbing against swollen clitoris and ultra sensitive g-spot. The brain struggled to process the conflicting sensations, fighting whether to focus on reaction to handling pain or responding to delirious pleasure. The animal's thrust made Karen's body twitch. Her neck tilted, her back arched. A rush of air pushed from Karen's lungs and became a loud grunt as it thrust through her throat and out her mouth. Afraid she would frightening the animal, the woman bit her lower lip to suppress a scream but failed to stop a series of groans. Karen's porcelain skin became flush. Her face turned a deep shade of crimson from the rush of blood through her system. Blood veins swelled on her forehead and neck. The woman's jaw muscles swelled from the force of clamping her teeth to combat the pain. Red, curly hair, spread atop the table.Tiny, pedicured feet hung in the air from shapely legs that straddled the thousand pound horse. A grunt from the beast accompanied the first of its repetitive thrusts into Karen's now gaping pussy. Delirium overroad the pain shooting from nerve endings. Karen was awash in a level of pleasurable sensation she never could have imagined. The unfulfilled woman's body quivered to the thrusts of an engorged twenty inch long, six inch around searingly warm mass of flesh into her most pleasurable orifice. Animal instinctively reacted to a universal language while woman's unfulfilled lust became animalistic. The force shook the table. Karen's body was rocked by the thrusts. Her large breasts shook. Red hair flew. Legs waggled along the horses rib cage. She could not see the large animal's hind quarters flex and thrust his member deep into her pussy. The animal only thrust into her nine times before a mass of warm, sticky cum blasted from its long member and deep into Karen's spread vaginal canal. The horse took tentative, choppy steps backwards. Its enlargened unit flopped free of the woman's reddened pussy. Large drops of its cum plopped to the floor. Karen was still breathing hard, panting. She opened her eyes to see her horse moving backwards from atop her. The woman was consumed. She was unfulfilled. The sensations had ignited her lust and, though wondrous, had been but far too few to send her to orgasm. Karen brought her right hand between her thighs. She pressecd the tip of her index and ring fingers to the top of the cleft of her spread vulvae. Stickiness from the mixture of her own fluids and those of her horse coated her fingers. She began to work her fingers back and forth over her clitoris, quicker and quicker to send her level of pleasure higher and higher. Her work failed to equal the sensations produced by the massive member of her horse. Karen closed her eyes. She envisioned the animal taking her. A picture of the almost two-foot-long equine penis thrusting between her labia folds hiked her heart rate. Karen's breathing evolved into groans. After several additional minutes her groans became squeels. Atop the table in the darkened horse breeding stall the wealthy trophy wife began to spasm. Her gorgeous body twitched. The woman's large breasts shook. The cool air that wafted through the room made her nipples elongate from her large areolas. Sweat rolled from the woman's forehead. Karen's squeals rose and their length apart shortened. Suddenly the sound fell into one long loud moan. Waves of pleasure arced her body from the table top. Karen squeezed her eyes shut to heighten the orgasm. It was the most pleasurable orgasm she had savored in her life. The woman dropped back onto the table top. Juices seeped from between her labia folds. Karen tried to collect herself. She lay still and pondered. The night had evoked change. It had opened the door to the missing, the passion and the pleasure she so desperatly craved. From now on she would find it every evening possible in the breeding area near stall eight.