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(MF, reluc, oral, anal, beast) *** I was delighted to receive Jonathan's invitation to lunch. Admittedly I was interested as to what his motives might be but so what. I was getting bored with nothing to do and I did miss our minor flirting since he and my daughter split up. Lunch was great and his flirting was more outrageous than I remembered and when he asked if I wanted to go back to his place for an afternoon to remember, I startled myself by replying in the affirmative without giving any thought to the consequences. As we drove back from the pub he suddenly asked how long it had been since I had last had sex and I searched my memory before finally coming up with a figure in excess of 35 years. The mere thought of it aroused me and I could feel myself getting moist between my legs, something I had not experienced in ages, and was already fantasizing about what we were going to do, or more likely what he was going to do to me. Sex in the past had been a boring affair, purely for reproduction and certainly not for pleasure. Inevitably it took place at night, in bed, with the lights out and under the bedclothes, me on my back, with my nightie pulled up to my waist, in the missionary position and lasted 2 or 3 minutes. I think I had only seen my late husband's penis on a couple of occasions and then it had been limp and nothing to write home about. 35 years abstinence had started me to think about what I had missed, particularly when television gave one such a graphic insight into modern sexual practices. The grunting, thrusting and moaning had often caused me to squirm in my seat and start to feel excited. Something my age and upbringing had lead me to think of as disgusting. As we came through the door he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard. His tongue probed my mouth and I could feel his erection pressing against the round of my belly, it felt huge!! His hands clasped my bottom and I moaned into his mouth as he squeezed my cheeks through the fabric of my tweed skirt and knickers pulling me even closer to his swollen organ, which was now throbbing with passion. Releasing me, he stepped back and sat on one of the dining chairs before pulling me onto his lap. I was even more conscious of his erection hard against my leg and I moaned a little when he reached out with his hand to cup my breast. He squeezed it firmly commenting on its size and weight. This action caused my nipple to erect, something I am sure he noticed even through my brassiere. He then dropped his hand to my knee and started to caress it working my skirt up my thighs. "Too tight, stand up." He instructed me. I did and was rewarded as his hand began to work its way up my thigh under my skirt; up the nylon of my stockings and then onto bare flesh as he reached the top. My legs parted slightly and in seconds my sex was cupped in the V formed by his thumb and forefinger, the palm still hot on my inner thigh. His thumb was stroking my pubic hair through the thin nylon of my panties whilst the edge of his forefinger pressed against the lips of my sex. He must have noticed how wet and ready I was as the crotch of my knickers was soaking wet. This had never happened in the old days and I felt acutely embarrassed. Then his thumb moved aside the leg elastic of my knickers and first stroked my pubic hair then moved lower between my thighs to caress the crinkled outer flesh of my labia. A low groan escaped my lips as electric sensations shot through my lower belly caused by the pressure of his thumb as it passed over my clitoris. Then he eased his thumb between the now swollen lips, slick with my juices and slowly worked it into the tight tube of my vagina. At last I was being penetrated again after all these years. As soon as it had started it stopped and he was rising turning me to face the table and the next moment he span me round and pressing himself against my back slid his hand up under my sweater and into the cup of my bra. He caught my erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger rolling it and squeezing it causing ripples of pleasure to course through me. Then he pushed me up against the edge of the table bending me forward until the side of my face touched the shiny oak surface and my swollen breasts were crushed against its unyielding top. "Let's see what effect this talk of sex has had on you. I well remember a comment from you about the state of Barbie's knickers during our early courting days; I bet yours are just the same." The next thing I felt were his hands tugging my tight skirt up my thighs and over the twin mounds of my bottom to bunch it round my waist followed swiftly by my slip. I tensed waiting for the feel of his fingers as they hooked into the waist elastic of my knickers, as a prelude to him pulling them down prior to him doing God knows what to me. It never happened and as I stood bent over the table I tried to picture what I must look like. There I was at 70 years of age with my skirt up round my middle with nothing but a pair of pale blue and very traditional nylon silk-look knickers to protect my modesty from the piercing gaze of my 40 year old ex-son in law. Not only that but by then he must have been aware that I was possibly, subconsciously, anticipating these events as instead of tights I had elected to wear black stockings with lacy tops clasping my thighs and a broad decorative suspender belt. I gasped as first his fingers began to probe again between the cheeks of my bottom for the crotch of my knickers and then they pulled and I felt the leg elastic being tugged roughly aside exposing the mound of my sex and his fingers began to stroke the moist lips of my aching vagina. First one then two digits entered me and I spread my thighs, moaning, as his thick fingers invaded me, opening me up stretching me. I squirmed with passion as he held me hard against the table whilst his fingers fucked my sex. Then I became aware of his thumb easing its way between the cheeks of my bottom and a squeal was forced from my lips as he inserted it into my back passage. I was acutely aware now of his fingers and thumb as he rubbed them together massaging the inner flesh of my bowels and vagina between his invading digits. "This is what they call the bowling ball approach. How do you like it V? Does it turn you on?" My only response was a low moan as I struggled to come to terms with the sensations that were taking place "down-below." "As I thought you really are wet, you naughty old tart. Wetter than I expected, now let us get down to business." Then the sound of his zip coming down, his fingers were replaced by the swollen head of his cock as he tried to force his incredibly huge penis into my unused and ever so tight pussy. It felt really strange with my knickers still covering most of my bottom with only my crotch exposed and that now threatened by his thick turgid cock. It felt so much bigger than Charles's ever had or was it just time and my memories playing tricks. He whispered in my ear about how exciting the sensation was of the leg elastic of my pale blue Marks & Spencer's knickers rubbing along the length of his prick as he strove to thrust himself into the depths of my now well-lubricated sex. It was to no avail, despite the juices that were oozing out of me, I was far too tight. The years of inactivity were now coming home to roost. Was I to be denied at my moment of triumph? Would he be unable to take me? Would my 35-year abstinence continue with me ending up prostrate and frustrated over his dining room table or would he persevere? Suddenly the pressure eased and he was lifting me upright and turning me so I was sat on a dining chair with my back toward him. Taking hold of the bottom of my sweater he pulled it up and I lifted my arms to help him remove it leaving me with only my lacy bra covering my breast. His hands came down from my shoulders and he slipped one into each cup to firmly clasp my aching bosoms. He then proceeded to ease them out of the confines of my bra so they were uplifted and open to his scrutiny. My nipples were hard and dark and the effect of my bra was to make them look even fuller than they really were. This pleased me, as I was aware that despite my taking care of myself time had taken its toll and my boobs had started to sag somewhat. Then he came round in front of me and I saw for the first time what so far I had only felt trying to force its way into my belly. No wonder it had been such a struggle, it was huge. Even without a ruler I guessed it was nearly 9" long and as thick as a baby's arm. Now I knew why Barbie always made so much noise when they were making love. It was more than twice as long as my late husbands and 3 times thicker, this was going to be a mighty battle but hopefully worthwhile. "There is only one thing for it we need more lubrication, so open wide." As he uttered these words he took hold of me by the back of my neck with one hand and with the other pressed the tip of his penis against my lips. Such was the impact that his words had on me I opened my mouth, without thinking, to protest and he eased the swollen head past my lips and into my mouth. What did he think he was doing? Never in all my life had I contemplated doing something as disgusting as having a penis in my mouth, but hard as I fought to pull away I was held tight. "Now Mama Lew, you have two choices. Either you give my cock a good sucking and get it well coated with your saliva or I will put you back over the table and take you the hard way. Have no doubt though, fuck you I will and the choice as to how easy it is for you, is yours. So which way is it to be?" I didn't need asking twice as I thought about the pressure from a few minutes ago, so opening my mouth as wide as I could I accepted another 3". As he touched the back of my throat I gagged and he pulled back for a moment before pushing in again telling me to suck him deep. What to do? Never having sucked a mans penis before I was at a loss to know what he wanted. Clearly he sensed my dilemma and told me to use my mouth like my sex and get him all wet and excited. So I did, locking my lips round the knobbly shaft, I began to bob my head, moving my mouth up and down his length and as I became accustomed to his size I began to use my tongue on him wetting his cock and causing it to swell even more. After a few minutes he pulled out of my mouth and helping me to my feet span me round and thrust me back over the table again, causing me to gasp as my exposed and sensitive nipples came in contact with the cold wood of the table top and my heavy breasts were crushed against its surface. Pulling my knickers to one side again he presented the wet head of his monster against my vaginal opening and thrust. The combination of my saliva and the increased lubrication caused by my excitement at sucking his cock were enough and this time one thrust was sufficient for him to breach my portals and I cried out as the first 4" slid into my newly awakened sex. He held me by my hips keeping up the pressure by pulling me hard onto his cock trying to force more into me. His voice then softly, in my ear; " I love the feel of your hot wet cunt clasping my root. You are so tight for an old tart. It certainly feels as if three and a half decades have passed since your twat was last invaded. They say that there is many a good tune to be played on an old fiddle. I think that there is many a good fuck to be had in a 70-year-old Grandma's cunt. So brace yourself as I intend to shag you senseless." His foul language and total disrespect for me only fired my libido and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as he thrust 7,8,9 inches of his huge thick shaft into my rapidly stretching vagina. So wet was I that my juices ran freely from my sex bring myself to use and oozed down my thighs. It felt thicker than ever and I was struggling to cope with its' breadth. I moaned as he thrust ever deeper into my spasming sex and as I did so he whispered in my ear about the tablets he was taking that had increased the thickness of his cock twofold. He fucked me without any tenderness whatsoever and I groaned, as my thighs were pressed ever harder against the edge of the table. I spread my legs wider and wider to ease the intense pressure between my thighs. The sound of his belly slapping against the cheeks of my bottom was so erotic as were the wet noises created by his cock as it slid in and out of me. Never before had I felt a sensation like this, so wanton, so abandoned. My whole body trembled with lust as he used my aged but newly awakened sex. He rammed himself fully into me, his belly hard against my buttocks and the head of his cock threatening to breach my cervix. Then I felt his breath against my ear again, as he asked me if I had ever had a cock up my bottom before. The thought at once revolted but intrigued me. A cock in my mouth, maybe, but my bottom, surely not. That was for homosexuals not women. But then, why not? If I was to become liberated should I not try it? Would it hurt, could I take something as huge as his cock? His thumb had seemed too big; his penis would be a major challenge. A far away voice mumbled no and then in answer to his next question replied yes. It was my voice, giving agreement to being buggered. His slow withdrawal out of my cunt was accompanied by a loud pop and then he took me into the lounge and placed me over the arm of the couch with my face pressed hard into the seat and my bottom raised and fully exposed save for the protection of my now soaking wet blue knickers. Saying something about me being an anal virgin and in need of preparation, and telling me not to move he rushed upstairs for a second before reappearing and kneeling down behind me. Still he did not lower my knickers and I gasped as he unceremoniously ripped them to one side again, this time fully exposing both cheeks. The pressure of the elastic on my inner thigh and waist was intense and I had to hold back a cry of pain. The next thing I knew my buttocks were roughly pulled apart exposing the tight bud of my anus and I felt his hot breath on that most secret of my bodily orifices an instant before his hot wet tongue began to probe my anal opening. The sensation was both incredibly intense and yet disgusting, as I had never been touched like this before and I cried out in ecstasy as he probed and licked me his tongue breeching the muscle and opening me up. Did he derive pleasure form this or was it a means to an end? This went on for ages as he began to open me more and more and then I was acutely aware of something else, cold and hard, pressing against my anus and then the sensation of a thick cold substance, squeezing out between my cheeks and into my rectum. His next action elicited a squeal as he inserted the tip of one finger into my bottom and began to finger me. Slowly but surely he worked his finger into me until the whole length was ensconced in my bottom. After what seemed like an eternity of this degradation of being bent over while my bottom was exposed to his lustful gaze and his finger opening me he moved to my side and told me to lubricate his swollen cock again with my saliva. This gave me another sight of his newly thickened cock and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. It had swollen even more and was as thick as my wrist, I had to open my mouth to its' full capacity as I now willingly took him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around his meaty pole coating as much of him as I could with spit at the same time as he continued his fingering of my back passage. As I sucked on him he told me to massage his balls, so I reached between his thighs and played with his scrotum. His testicles were heavy and swollen and in my mind I wondered how long it had been since his last orgasm. Suddenly I sensed him swelling then his hand clasped the back of my head as with a thrust of his hips he came and a gusher of semen filled my mouth. Some shot straight down my throat, which caused me to gag, and as I did so the rest flooded out of my mouth and onto the settee creating an ever-widening pool of white man juice on the coral coloured material. I continued to choke and splutter spraying the room with his come and making a real mess. Not a word did he utter but merely pulled me up from my place over the arm of the couch then spinning round he sat on the settee and pulled me over his lap into that time honoured position reserved for the spanking of naughty young school girls. An experience I did not expect at the age of 70. The next few minutes were a bit of a blur but as I recall went something like this. I felt his hands taking hold of the hem of my skirt, which had fallen back as he put me over his knees. He then roughly worked the material up my thighs and over my clenched buttocks to bunch it round my waist again. This was followed in short order by my slip. His fingers then grasped the elastic of my knickers lifting them away from my waist before tugging them down my thighs and leaving them banded round my knees, exposing my bare bottom. My right arm was grasped and pulled behind my back whilst my left was trapped against his belly. His left arm-wrapping round my waist holding me firmly in place then his right hand was smacking down hard onto my upturned and defenceless bottom. As he spanked me he matched each smack with a word. "Next time I come in your mouth you will neither spit nor swallow until I tell you. I want to see your mouth full of my spunk, coating your tongue and clinging to your teeth. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Never had I felt anything like it in my life. My bottom cheeks wobbled at every blow and I was acutely aware of a stinging sensation changing to a warm glow as he thrashed me. I knew it was turning me on and I squirmed on his lap rubbing my crotch against his leg trying to increase the sensations that were coursing through my lower belly. The last three words were emphasised with particularly hard smacks that really made me yelp at the same time as a mini orgasm ran through me. "Yes I understand and I am sorry. It was just such a shock. I have never had a penis in my mouth before let alone had anyone come like that." As I was making my apologies he was putting me back over the arm of the couch again. He moved round behind me and with the finger and thumb of one hand he spread the now red and very sore (the result of 38 hard smacks) cheeks of my bottom thus exposing and stretching my anal opening to the full. Another moment or twos' attention from his probing digit then he took hold of his cock, still massively erect and now glistening with my saliva and his come and presented the huge swollen head to the pulpy ring of my anus. He began to press and I groaned at the pressure and pain. He didn't stop though he just told me to strain as if I was going to the loo. Strain I did and as he bore down so my muscle gave and the huge head slid past the barrier and up into my bottom. The pain was intense and I screamed again and again as he continued to force his way up my back passage. Ignoring my protests he thrust deeper and deeper until all 9" were deep in my bottom and I could feel his pubic hairs pressed against my sore bottom cheeks. The sensations were indescribably strange as the initial pain began to subside and I became fully aware of the stretching feeling and the incredible fullness in my lower belly. "Put your hand back between your legs and play with your clitoris. I want you to come as I bugger you." His voice was quiet, insistent in my ear." Brace yourself "V" I am now going to bugger you until we both come!!!" Another groan escaped my lips as he withdrew and my ring inverted and then he was thrusting that monster back into the deep inner recesses of my bowels. Slowly he built his pace and strangely as he did so, so the pain subsided and the enjoyment began. My body started to react to the sensations afforded it by his monster cock. My clitoris started to harden and I became wetter and wetter as the beginnings of my first anal orgasm approached and then hit me like a thunderbolt. My anus locked on him and he was trapped deep in my bottom and as it squeezed on his cock so he came again and I felt his juices spraying my insides. Jonathan collapsed onto my back forcing another thick inch to penetrate my backside and setting of another orgasm for me. When he had recovered he withdrew his still firm cock from my bowels with an audible pop and I felt his juices ooze out of my bottom and down over my pussy until my anus closed leaving me sore and besmirched but longing for more!! I lay there savouring the feelings in my body and enjoying the slightly salty taste of the residue of his come that still remained in my mouth and throat. "Now for phase two, do not move and I can promise you something even more deviant"? Again he went upstairs and moments later he was back in the room followed by a huge black Great Dane. Surely he did not intend to...? I looked at this huge beast and could not help but notice that, what I had always called its lipstick was already out of its sheath and throbbing under its belly. It was massive, thinner than Jonathans but even longer, very red and very shiny. I was not left in any doubt as to its intentions as within seconds I felt its rough tongue licking my sex in a way no man had ever been able to do. Jonathan even pulled my buttocks apart to let it lick the spunk from between my cheeks. The sensations were incredible and I felt myself getting more and more excited at its ministrations. Pulling it away he helped me up only to get me into a more suitable position for the dog. I was forced to kneel with my legs astride a poof my hands supporting my weight on the floor with the width of it keeping my legs suitably spread. Before I could move or protest I heard Jonathan say one single word and I shuddered at the implication of such a simple little command. "Mount" Without a pause it hopped onto my back and started to buck against me seeking the opening to my sex. Its thrusts were hard and rapid as it butted against my sex and bottom hole then it hit the spot and I screamed as 10" of dog cock shot up into my vagina and hit my cervix. Unlike a human it did not stop and continued to fuck me so hard and fast that I came to a shattering climax. The feel of its fur on my back and the clasping of its forelegs round my waist were perversely exciting as was the sound of its panting in my ear and the smell of its doggy breath. Once he was sure I had been properly mounted Jonathan went upstairs again to return seconds later with a mirror, which he positioned in such a way so that I could see the full extent of our depravity. I watched fascinated by the site of my being covered by this huge dog and marveled at the speed and depth of it's fucking. My cunt felt as if it was going to burst. "What's that?" I cried as I felt something the size of a small orange trying to open me up. Then I realised it was the legendary knot at the base of its tool pushing against my cuntal lips, and another scream was forced from my throat heralding the instant it brutally ripped its way past my labia stretching me wider than ever before. I was knotted and at the instant of my ravaging I was acutely aware that this monstrous canine tool had entered my womb. Could I get pregnant? Surely not! Then these thoughts were expunged from my mind as the intensity of its fucking increased As it continued to buck into me I felt as if I was being ripped in two as on its back swing it was pulling on my insides the knot being locked into me by my own muscles. Another 2 minutes of mind-blowing orgasm creating sex as its saliva drooled onto my cheek and its tongue rasped my face and then it came. I was aware of every jet that fired deep into my womb filling me and causing my womb to expand from the sheer quantity of come that was being fired deep into my body. As soon as it was finished it tried to dismount but we were still locked together so in its frenzy to get off it span so we were locked together in reverse. In the mirror I could now see its cock stretched between us. It was purple and angry looking and I could also see my sex inverting with the strain. Suddenly it gave one more tug and I watched as what looked like a shiny tennis ball emerged from my well-stretched cunt followed by an incredible length of animal cock. All of this was accompanied by a shriek from me and copious amounts of dog come that gushed out of my widely stretched opening to pool in my knickers that were still taught between my thighs. Instantly it turned and started to roughly lick between my legs bringing me to another climax. Then horror of horrors it mounted me again and started to try to penetrate me again. Jonathan came over and I breathed a sigh of relief which turned out to be far too soon as rather than pull the dog of me he seized its prick and guided it to my well lathered bottom hole and seconds later I was being buggered by a dog. This hurt as it took no care how it did me and I began to panic as I imagined the damage it could do if it knotted me. Thank God for the tightness of my arsehole and its excitement as after a couple of minutes my bowels were being hosed by what felt like a red-hot enema. Jonathan then pulled it off my back and led it round near my face commanding me to suck its cock. What the hell so I took the shiny red monster, fresh from my bottom into my mouth and began to suck only to be rewarded with yet another orgasm and I nearly choked as yet another torrent emerged from its cock to shoot down my throat and fill my mouth nearly choking me. I glanced in the mirror to see a string of come dripping from the corner of my mouth which was still filled with the shiny red dog cock Jonathan then quickly flipped me over onto my back with my legs splayed wide apart displaying my well-fucked and extremely hairy cunt and arse for all to see. Hell the dog was hard again and it quickly mounted me and started to try and shove its throbbing organ back into my sex. I was beyond caring now so I reached down and grabbed its cock just above the knot and directed its thrusts in the right direction so that seconds later it was deep within my slippery channel and fucking me for all it was worth. Jonathan moved the mirror so that I could see the action taking place between my legs and I watched the sight of the by now purple organ slamming in and out of my fully stretched cunt just above the brown puckered rose of my recently buggered bottom hole. I was now acutely aware of it's knot hard against my opening and I looked in the mirror and saw the whole of my sex now obscured by this huge swollen mass. Then I felt myself opening and watched in amazement as my sex seemed to unfurl and the knot disappeared into my cunt and the opening closed to hide it from view as I came again screaming like a banshee. This time it carried on for what seemed like an eternity and I came and came and came. The knot quickly forced its' way past my by now, somewhat loose opening and its shiny red dog cock breached my cervix yet again as it pounded into my spasming cunt. As it fucked me its' saliva dripped onto my face and I was acutely aware of its fur rubbing against the inside of my thighs and its weight on my knickers still stretched between my spread thighs drawing my legs together round the wiry bulk of its' body. Faster and faster it bucked against me, driving the long thick canine tool ever deeper into my womb, its' balls slapping against the cheeks of my arse. Then it came again and I was aware of every jet that it shot into my womb and I could feel myself filling again with dog come. When it had finished it was able to pull out of my sex, which was now considerably looser due to the vigorous attention it had received. I moved to get up but Jonathan seized my legs and held them high and wide then to my amazement shoved a Tampax into me telling me that he wanted to keep me full of juice ready for my next experience. He then helped me to my feet and assisted me in pulling up my come-drenched knickers creating a wet and sticky sensation between my legs adding to the gooeyness that already existed. I then adjusted the rest of my clothing smoothing down my skirt and easing my breasts back into my bra before putting my sweater on again. Taking me by the arm we went out and I walked unsteadily to the car and we drove for about 5 minutes until we came to a field with a single building in it. Into the barn we drove and Jonathan got out and shut the doors before helping me out of the car and leading me through a door into another part of the building. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a sign on an office door. "STUD MANAGER" Surely not, not a horse. My insides turned to water at the thought. Too many times had I seen horses stalling in a field their gigantic cocks dangling from their bellies, pink and black, frightening in their length and thickness. We went through another door and entered the stud room, clinical in its whiteness and cleanliness but frightening all the same. In the centre was a table and what I could only assume to be a studding frame the purpose of which was immediately obvious and at the far end was a horse. Black in colour and huge and as it turned to look at us I could see swinging beneath it a semi erect horse cock. "Surely you don't intend to mate me with that. Just look at the size of it, it will split me in two" I gasped as he lead me across the room. He then confirmed that that was his intention and forced me to my knees beside the horse and told me to suck the massive lump of flesh that swung so long and thick next to my face. God knows why but I was fascinated and my hormones were playing strange games so I reached out and took hold of it and raised it up so I could study it. On close inspection it was completely different to a human cock. Thicker by far, thicker than my wrist and I guessed as it lengthened at my touch nearly 3 feet in length. Not that length was the concern it was the girth. The head flared out to the size of my fist, flat across the top with an indent at the centre around the small pipe of its urethra. With my hand clasping but failing to meet round it I raised it to my mouth and opened wide. It just wouldn't fit, my jaw would not open wide enough to accommodate the head so I started to lower it only for Jonathan to grasp the head squeezing it to a smaller size before forcing it into my mouth. As soon as it was in it expanded again and I was stuck. I couldn't get it out and I was petrified it would come for fear of it choking me. The pressure on my jaw was incredible and the constriction I was creating on the cock was causing it to thicken and lengthen even more. I then glanced sideways and there was the mirror reflecting the most erotic image of me with over 2 and half feet of horse cock sticking out of my hugely distorted mouth and my cheeks bulging and eyes watering and popping behind my glasses. Again Jonathan intervened and tugged it from my mouth before helping me to my feet and leading me to the studding frame. He literally ripped off my skirt and cum soaked knickers, then sat me on the edge of the table and strapped me into place. The horse was then lead over to the frame and put in place with its legs over the bar where it was tethered. Finally I was wheeled under the horse and my legs were raised both sides of the beast and strapped in place either side of its huge flanks into the stirrups attached to the table. I could see down the length of my body to where the huge prick was resting on my belly. Moving to my side Jonathan reached between my legs and removed the come soaked Tampax then smeared my sex with some strange smelling lubricant. Whatever it was it caused a rapid reaction in the horse as its cock began to swell and jump so Jonathan took hold of it and presented it to my already overstretched cunt. With his finger and thumb he parted the greasy labial lips that so far were protecting me from penetration. I watched as his hand squeezed on the flared head of the pink and black cock that were just waiting to tear my cunt asunder. As he opened my vagina ever wider he pushed and pushed against me and then it was past my opening and I groaned as the head expanded stretching my vaginal walls to the limit. This seemed far worse than having a baby. Then it thrust and thrust. The pressure was immense as its motions were quite violent and I felt myself being pushed against the straps that were restraining me and cried out in fear then suddenly I opened and a foot of horse cock penetrated me filling me, stretching me threatening to split me. The mirror was moved again and I looked down to see the sight between my widely spread thighs. My cunt was stretched to capacity and I worried it might split as the horse tried to shove another 6" into me. I took in the swollen mound of my belly pushed out of shape by the huge cock that was threatening to burst me open. Its shape emphasised by the black of my suspender belt. Gone were my stretch marks and dimpled skin to be replaced by smooth but distorted flesh. The labial lips that until then had been loose and floppy were a thin line of taught flesh clasping that pink and black monster that was driving up into my belly. My screams filled the barn as it went deeper and deeper until nearly 15" filled and stretched me. Two, three, four, five mighty thrusts and it came with such force that its cock burst out of me as first my vagina was filled and then my crotch was covered with what seemed like gallons of horse come. Some of this geyser sprayed up my body covering my blouse and then my face and glasses in juicy horse come. Although thinner than human spunk it had a similar smell and as some of it had gone into my mouth I swallowed then licked my come-coated lips enjoying the depravity of the act and watching the effect my actions were having on Jonathan's cock which was tenting his trousers. Jonathan pulled me out from under the stallion but kept my legs spread high and wide and I watched as he approached me un-zipping his chinos as he came .I guessed what was to come and I was not surprised when he presented the end of his cock to my back passage. Then he seemed to change his mind and pulled back before he spread my sex wide with the finger and thumb of his left hand again before inserting two fingers into my gooey twat. It wasn't long before he added a third and then fourth which opened me as much as the horse cock and I sensed another orgasm building. Then he added the tip of his thumb and began to push in earnest, the knuckles pressing against my ever so sensitive opening. He twisted his hand this way and that until suddenly his entire fist slid into my cunt right up to his wrist. My hand slid between my thighs and I began to work my clitoris, something I had never done before. It felt wonderful and I thought of all those years wasted when I could have relieved myself of the frustrations of a sexless marriage. I screamed at the stretching then began to sob in passion as he flexed his fist inside me, stretching my vagina ever wider. Never had I felt so alive, I came and came on his fist my head whipping from side to side in an orgasmic frenzy until I passed out with the sheer intensity of it. I was brought back to reality as he wrenched his hand free from within my still spasming cunt and proceeded to continue with his previous intentions. Buggering me. There was to be no preliminaries, no preparation of my anal ring. This time he simply thrust into my open arsehole. Fortunately it was liberally coated in horse come and therefore presented no obstacle to the invasion of his pole of turgid man flesh. All 9" slid into me and I groaned as his thighs slapped against the lower cheeks of my sticky bottom, still red from his earlier spanking. It was to be a buggering to end all buggerings. He slammed in and out of my anus and rucking up my jumper he pushed up my bra and squeezed my swollen tits as he sodomised me. I came and came screaming as I orgasmed begging him not to stop and to fill my arse with his cock to bugger me to death. I soon sensed that he was about to come and my feelings were vindicated as he pulled out of my arse and came to my side seizing my face and as I opened my mouth for him he came. Jet after jet shot out of his prick and filled my mouth, sprayed across my face into my hair up my nose and coated my glasses so I could not see. Despite the huge volume of his lovely white fluids I tried not to swallow knowing he loved to see my mouth filled with his spunk. When he finally finished I stuck out my white-coated tongue for his inspection. The bastard then told me to hold it until he brought the mirror so I could also see my come filled mouth. His jism coated my tongue and teeth and there were strings of the stuff between my parted lips. "You may now swallow," he said and so I took a huge breath before swallowing deeply and filling my belly with his salty juices. I opened it again to show I had swallowed it all then nearly choked as he thrust his prick into my mouth and down my throat telling me to suck him clean. The taste was I have to say strange. A mixture of horse and human come and the taste of my bottom. Still if he had been prepared to lick me there earlier who was I to complain? It was over, or so I thought, but no there was more to come as he helped me up and then lead me back to another studding frame, this one with two bars. He forced me to bend over the lower of the two and yet again I was strapped in place. My legs spread wide and attached to the side frames. He then put a thick blanket over my back and went out. When he returned he was leading a black and white Palomino horse which he lead round behind me. I felt its breath and then its hairy lips and tongue as it nuzzled between my legs. It licked at the juices that had accumulated there causing my belly to ripple in excitement. Then it kicked up onto the top rail, its hooves hanging down either side of me and I could feel its huge cock banging against me as it probed for an opening. (I prayed it would not be my bottom) and suddenly it was at my vagina and I was mounted, penetrated by what felt like a yard of living angry horse cock. This was not the careful, controlled mating of the first time. This was pure bestiality as it drove its throbbing cock up my comparatively tiny pussy. So strong were its thrusts, each one accompanied by a whinny from the horse and a loud grunt from me, that I was lifted of my feet with the force. Thank the Lord that it only took 10 of those massive, belly splitting thrusts to come. If I had thought the first horse had come a lot this was something else. My insides swelled as I felt each mighty throb of its orgasm, deep in my guts and I was preparing for the worst when its cock was expelled from my cunt and sprayed a jet of come 12 feet against the opposite wall whilst the juices inside me gushed out of my very open sex onto the floor between my feet. Unstrapping me and helping me to my feet he laughingly asked if I fancied a coffee to go with my cream when we got back to his house. As we walked back to the car I was acutely aware of an ache in my ever so stretched cunt and the soreness of my arsehole, plus the stickiness of the come that was now running out of my overfilled womb and vagina and trickling down my legs. I was going to need a bath and some fresh underwear before I could venture home or was this to be the end; did he have more surprises in store for me? My question was soon to be answered when we got back in doors. First he sent me upstairs for a shower and then told me to join him in the bedroom wearing only my stockings and the rather sexy black basque he had given me. When I got into the bedroom he was laying on a bench, his hand stroking his cock that was already huge and erect, shining with KY Jelly. He instructed me to sit on his cock with my back to him and to take it up my bottom again. "I'll need some lubricant as I am a bit sore," I said as I straddled his body. "Right then bend over and I'll lubricate your ass." So bend I did and was rewarded by the feel of his fingers spreading my cheeks again and that all too familiar feel of the tube of KY being poked into my bottom hole and the cold squidgy feeling as he squeezed a generous amount of it into my bowels and then between my cheeks and around my sex. Lubrication over I stood straight then squatted over his massive erection. Taking it in my left hand and noting that my fingers would not meet round the mighty shaft I held it vertical whilst I lowered myself until I felt its' head nosing between my cheeks and then make contact with my greasy hole. No point in waiting, I bore down and was instantly rewarded as my newly loosened back door opened and all 9 inches slid straight up into the dark steamy recesses of my bottom. In front of me was the mirror and I looked at us. Me, at 70, a grandmother of two and a widow. Sitting naked on my ex son in law, my legs splayed wide apart with the ring of my anus seriously impaled by the 9 extremely thick inches of his huge cock the lips of my sex pouting from the pressure of his cock inside me. His hands clasping my breasts and the nipples, protruding between his fingers, dark and swollen from his ministrations. I have to say I did not look bad for my age. My skin was pretty smooth and my muscle tone quite good as a result of regular walks. My belly which had a bit of a bulge would certainly firm up if this was going to be the order of the day from now on. Even now it looked quite sexy framed by the black of the basque that also lifted my breasts causing them to point slightly upwards. Regular fucking was said to be good for the figure. My sex, with its generous covering of grey/blonde hairs looked puffy and swollen. This was not surprising considering what it had been through in the last 5 hours. First, Jonathans' cock had penetrated it then a dog had fucked it three times in 20 minutes. After that 2 huge horse cocks had nearly split it in two and Jonathan had fisted me. Now as I examined it I suspect that in a couple of minutes the dog and its knot will be ramming into me again. For a woman to whom sex had been a chore suffered at the most once a month life had certainly changed. We now meet regularly for kinky sex and a good time. All our previous animosities forgotten. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 59