Warning… If animal sex disgusts you, please be advised to read no further.

Synopsis… A 25 year old woman rekindles her love of horse riding and finally discovers the animalistic lustful urges riding horses can develop if the riding endures for too long. Incest also comes calling in the shape of her estranged father.

Chapter 1. Schoolgirl pleasures denied.

Catherine Brownlow was now 25 years of age and under the terms of her late mother’s estate inherits the total family fortune and rediscovered her passion for horses and horse riding. But first Catherine was born into abject poverty, her mother was a lowly educated woman who chose marriage opposed to a working career. Whilst her mother, charlotte, was acutely beautiful she had poor man selection skills and the only thing that was good about her early life was the birth of Catherine, two years into her fourteen year marriage to Ron, Catherine’s dad. The marriage broke down when Charlotte discovered her husband had more than a passing interest in young girls, no not young enough to be considered a paedophile but not much older than sixteen or seventeen years of age. She thankfully never discovered his true deeper secret for Ron sought the company of those young girls to act out his fantasy of fucking his own daughter.

To cut a long story short, Ron was consigned to the rubbish bin having provided the sperm for a daughter and a reasonable House as part of the divorce settlement. Charlotte then managed to blunder her way through four years of secretarial college, which average students were completing in two years. Then she fell on her feet literally landing a job as a junior typist at a mid-sized law firm, where her charms were noticed more than her work and within three years she was the personal assistant to one of the partners of the firm. That man was John Willerby the third, Charlotte’s 76 year old second husband and once again Catherine’s mother found herself on easy street as John quickly consigned her to a ranch of a home and well away from the snide remarks of fellow typists at the law firm.

Too be fair to Charlotte though she had never chased after John Willerby, no he had done all the running and after their wedding he seemed to go off sex, which suited Charlotte anyway. The other thing of note around this time in young Catherine’s life was that her mother found she had a knack for breeding fine horses, something Catherine found agreeable for it meant she got to ride pure thoroughbred horses whenever she wanted too. The whole arrangement seemed perfect for her parents for while Catherine was away at expensive finishing schools, charlotte took care of the ranch hands literally and step dad John took care of another young secretary at work usually at evenings which frequently ran into late nights and the occasional weekend away on business. If anything the arrangement was too perfect and soon ended in the death of John Willerby the third in a motel out of town on Saturday night.

Of course this warranted Catherine coming home for the funeral of her generous step dad and of course her presence curtailed the antics of her mother with the ranch hands. Her mother passed away in strange circumstances for the average Joe public to understand unless they were privy to the sexual tastes and needs of Charlotte; for she drowned in a secluded brook which ran through the middle of the horse ranch she called home. Not so strange I hear you say but she was buck naked and according to the pathologist report had four different semen samples in her uterus and one of those wasn’t even human sperm.

Now at the age of twenty five Catherine was home to stay in the ranch left to her mother by her step dad and five years later passed on to her after her mother’s passing. Insurance pay outs and benefactor payments from her late step dad’s firm meant she could become a lady of leisure and she in fact began considering her options for a career. Settling finally for following her mother’s occupation of breeding thoroughbred horses for the American Olympic dressage and show jumping teams and so to my opening line of Catherine rediscovering her horse riding passions.

I say rediscovered because she had always loved horse riding but had been forced to give it up when her mother inherited the deeds to the horse ranch and had sent Catherine off to the first of three boarding schools, frequently referred to as finishing schools where she was supposed to learn social graces that would hide her poor poverty beginnings. Even at breaks when she came home she was always warned of the dangers of horse riding and frequently told that the only horse safe enough to ride was in foal and therefore could not be ridden. It was as if her mother was determined to stop her riding.

Only two weeks after her mother’s demise, Catherine discovered the reason behind her mother’s actions in keeping her away from horse riding. Catherine had found seven old diaries which began with the year her mother first inherited the horse ranch and coincidentally her rise in social status too. The diary began seventh of September 1996:- Finally ditched the Widow’s weeds and got back into proper clothes. John had left me financially secure and the title deeds to my beloved ranch. Decided to keep on the Grainger brothers Tom and John as rounding up the horses from the 48 acre spread would be difficult for a woman alone. P.S. There is something about the two brothers which is both alarming and yet exciting, I am determined to find out what.

Thirteenth of September: – I hardly know where to begin, the Grainger boys although after what I saw last night I can hardly call them boys anymore. Let me see if I can even put this into words, Last night I sensed there was something going on and I was a little worried as John Grainger had told me of a wolf in the area. I walked with the old shot gun down to the corral and barn. I was surprised to see Tom’s car outside the barn; there was an eerie glow coming from inside and suddenly a whiney from a horse, obviously inside the barn pierce the silence of the night.

I slipped into the side of the barn near the loft ladders, and crept forward to the edge of some bales of hay stacked two high. Peering over the top I could see two figures in the stall with Mayweather Blues; a chestnut stallion. I was about to call out to them when I realised that they were both naked.
I do not know why but I was excited beyond my wildest dreams; I had to see what was going on more clearly. It was then I noticed the hayloft ladder, I quietly began to climb, it felt as if my body had somehow disconnected itself from my brain. My legs we not my own as I climbed silently up to the loft and edged my way to the very edge. Thank god someone had put an old horse blanket spread over the bales of hay otherwise the rough straw ends would have scratched my delicate skin.

I could not believe my eyes and yet I just could not turn away, for there only ten feet below me was Tom Grainger sucking on Mayweather Blues horse cock. Now I had seen many horse cocks and had handled a few in the siring booth where we mated our stallions with mares in heat. But now watching him struggling to get the flared cock head in to his mouth was searing the images deep into my brain. Suddenly I realised my hand had slipped into the top of my tight jeans and was just about managing to get to my hot wet cunt.

Just then John Grainger came into view; he was naked also and sporting a nice long fully erect cock. He was carrying over his shoulder a stand box, (this was a four foot long and two foot six high wooden box, strengthened inside to take the weight of a full sized stallions weight) he slipped it under Mayweather blues front end but instead of placing it length wise across the width of the stallion he slid it length wise under the stallion. My mind was screaming out that the stallion would never be able to stand his front legs on it that way when as if to answer my silent screams John slid himself on to the length of the stool for a split second before sliding out again the other side. Now Tom released the horses cock and took up the same place John had been moments earlier. This time he stayed there lying face down on the stand.

Then the weirdest thing of all, John took the horses cock and after rubbing its length a couple of times he said, “Are you ready brother, I think he has an extra-large load for you tonight!” Tom simply nodded and then wow! John moved the horses cock up the crack of his brother’s arse and before you could say Jack Robinson the horse began bucking and tom took its cock up his arse. Suddenly my mouth went dry and my mind began spinning as the words extra-large load echoed around in my ears. After twenty minutes suddenly John pulled the stallions halter collar backwards and with a deafening plop the cock slipped from Tom’s ravaged arse. Quickly john grabbed a black refuse sack and slipped it condom like over the horse cock and began wanking the horse’s cock. The horse let out another loud whiney and the bottom of the plastic sack suddenly bulged as the horse seemed to be backing away. The sack seemed to act like a lung expanding and contracting several times before it finally stopped.

Then something happened that will stay with me the rest of my life, John slide the now heavy sack off Mayweather Blues cock and tipped the contents over his brother’s head covering him in a slick glossy sheen of the horse cum. By now I could not resist any longer and my active cunt needed my attention, the restrictive jeans would have to go. As quietly as I could I undid the top button of my jeans and sort of wiggled them down around my knees. Even with the scene continuing before my eyes, I distinctly remembering thinking to myself how silly my escape would be with these jeans around my knees. My panties followed much more easily and now my how wet demanding cunt was free. The puffy lips told me what I already knew I needed to cum.

Still covered on the oily slick liquid that was horse spunk the two boys stood and kissed each other, not just a friendly kiss but full on lovers kiss. Then just as I began to doubt my own eyes, John slid to his knees and took the spunk covered cock of his brother into his mouth and I would say from my vantage point half way down his throat to. I clearly heard Tom call out, “I don’t think I would find anyone who is better at sucking my todger than you, Bro!”

In the hayloft, I had to stifle a laugh as I thought it quaint and old fashioned to call a prick a todger, it was something I half expected to find in a Dickins novel that was spoken in the 20th century. The boys must have heard my stifled laugh as they immediately froze and slowly looked around them, I just about managed to duck down behind the bale of hay as Tom’s eyes scanned the hayloft.

Catherine continued to read and had now removed her jeans properly, she cast off her silken panties and lay on the bed her legs wide apart. She read, I was just about to turn and run when I slipped because of my jeans being around my knees and the bale I had been hiding behind together with my body fell the twenty feet to the floor in front of the two naked but shocked boy’s. Although with them both sporting such magnificent hard ons you could hardly call them boys. Tom was first to react as he leapt forward and made a grab for me but my body did not move. I had knocked myself out and now both naked men crowded around me making sure I was alright.

They both looked at each other and John finally asked the question both had been thinking; “What do we do now?” both brother’s did not fail to see my exposed cunt and both assumed that I had been spying on them for a while and was in fact masturbating as I watched. Just as Tom reached forward to touch my cunt, I opened my eyes and for a minute or so the situation I found myself in did not register in my foggy memory. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was exposed in front of two naked men whom I had seen have sex with a horse, but more importantly with one of my inherited horses. Now I demanded they help me up and quickly they did but not as I expected for they each grabbed one of my arms and literally pulled me towards the box. I was too shaken up to really resist. Rather too quickly for my liking I was restrained hands and feet, against the old horse blanket that Tom had been laid on only minutes earlier. I struggled in vain to free myself but with no obvious success.

“Let me out of this and nothing more will happen, if you don’t I will call the police and have you arrested for kidnap and rape!” I demanded.

“But we haven’t raped you! Yet!” John replied.

“Yes but you have raped my prize thoroughbred Stallion!” I retorted.

Again it was John whom reacted first as he sent Tom to grab his camera from the car. Tom wondered what his brother was planning but knew better than to disobey him. Returning with the camera he found John leading Rocking Billy another prized stallion into the bay where I was secured.

Now in the Room where Catherine lay she had already removed all her clothes as she read the diary and found herself being extremely turned on by the graphic accounts the book contained.

She continued to read, I suddenly screamed out, “You cannot be serious if you think I am going to do any of the disgusting things you have just done!”

John smiled, “you don’t have to do anything, Mother Nature will do all the hard work!” he said, I must have looked puzzled so John began to explain. He took a jar from the shelf and unscrewed the cap before holding it in front of my nose, I jerked my head back from the horrid smell, as if slapped really hard.

“What the hell is that?” I demanded not ever resorting to use profanities.

“Animal aphrodisiacs!” John taunted, “It smells disgusting doesn’t it but watch!” he continued and passed the jar under the nose of Rocking Billy, the horse whinnied and reared up. I saw the thing, I dreaded most, the jar had done its worst and now Rocking Billy’s cock extended from underneath his flanks and I could not believe its length almost two feet long and about two inches in diameter but the scary thing was the mushroom flanged like head, it had to be three and a half inches across. Strangely instead of disgust I suddenly felt a wave of desire and lust sweep over me. I begged to be released but John pointed out that I could go willingly after he had his security pictures as he called them.

Now leading Rocking Billy around so that his cock was only inches from my mouth, the smell of hot horse cock again turned me on, I still clenched her lips shut tight. “OH yes please struggle but it will do you no good, you see a mare in heat also clenches her lips!” then john laughed before adding, “But not those lips I think!” Just as I began to protest again John pushed the head of Rocking Billy’s cock into my mouth or at least tried but the flange was just too big. Holding the horse there he called out for Tom to take the picture.

The sudden flash of light had Rocking billy rearing up but it was too late for the picture showed me as if I was willingly taking the horse cock into my mouth. Then John led the horse around again and after another whiff from the jar he led him between my restrained legs. The horse automatically raised his forelegs and then sort of knelt with a forelock on each side of my head. I could not see his cock but my cunt felt its presence and I feel ashamed to admit that at that moment I was willing him to fuck me hard. Further flashes told me the pair were gathering further insurance against arrest and dismissal. Thankfully they stopped before the horse actually entered me but I assume the pictures told a different tale. Now finally Tom led the horse away and John released me; strange thing was though, yes my cunt was exposed but nothing else was and Tom and John were completely naked but I felt at ease with this.

As Tom returned he whispered something to his brother who smiled, “Sure Bro, if it makes you happy; Strip!” john demanded, looking straight at me. Knowing it was pointless to resist, I did so and once completely naked the camera flash went off again telling me they had another compromising photo. Then Tom still covered in the now drying horse spunk stepped up close and the acrid smell almost cause me to retch. He then gently took my head and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth and at the same time John ran his fingers across my flaming cunt lips. Now tom had stopped holding my head and I am ashamed to admit I did not pull away as my raging cunt demanded attention.

Tom must have scooped up some of the drying sticky horse cum and as he broke our kiss he shoved two fingers into my mouth clamping his other hand behind my head preventing me from pulling away. Those fingers tasted horrid but it still excited me to think I was tasting a bestial spunk offering.

Catherine barely managed to read this last bit as she had four fingers ploughing in and out of her cunt, glassy eyed she gave herself up to what turned out to be a mind numbing orgasm. As she placed the book mark on the page she had just read, she could help but wonder what else her so pristine mother had gotten up to, but for now she relaxed and drifted off to sleep.