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A Private Picnic

It was a beautiful midsummer day - the kind of day where anyone who had the ability to do so embarked on a pilgrimage to the beaches, forests and fields, beyond the roasting cities, to enjoy in full breadth the beauty of nature. Of course, some had further to travel than others - and for some lucky souls, it was merely a matter of walking into their back yard.

In this quiet suburb, nature was a bit further away than that, but not really by much. Within easy walking-distance, certainly, as was demonstrated by the young couple walking towards the farmland and forests beyond the city limits, arm in arm. They cut a classic picture of young love - smiling and laughing together, vibrantly alive, a bounce in their step. He carried a picnic-basket heavily laden with home-made deliciousness, while she had a blanket under her free arm. Many who saw them paused to smile at this classic image of old-fashioned wholesomeness. Of course, some of the glances were less than wholesome, and largely directed at the light summer dress she wore, as it fluttered teasingly around her thighs in the breeze.

Soon, however, they were beyond the eyes of the onlookers, walking down a footpath between fields. There were a few other picnickers heading towards the forest beyond, but otherwise, the only eyes that now followed them belonged to the horses and cattle who grazed on the fields around them. Eventually, however, they left the path - and with a furtive look around, jumped a gate and wandered into a large enclosure bordered by woodlands. Moving a bit more swiftly now, they soon reached the spot he'd picked out for their picnic - a small dell behind an equally-small hillock, bordered on two sides by the woods, and quite impossible to spot from the footpath. Technically, they were trespassing, but he'd watched the land-owner's routine during his regular walk, and knew that he wouldn't be by to feed the horses who grazed there until near dark. Until then, they had a perfect spot for a private picnic, just the two of them.

Chatting breezily, they spread out the blanket, flattening the well-grazed grass, and began to lay out the shrink-wrap-covered plates of sandwiches, fruit, and other delectables, along with thermos-bottles filled with cool drinks, and a tin of home-baked cookies for dessert. Had anyone seen them as they ate and drank, while chatting of this and that and watching the horses graze in the distance, they would have though the couple quite pleasantly normal, if a bit naughty what with the trespassing... but no-one was watching, which was rather the point. On a day like today, the forest and the beach would be packed, and they valued their privacy, which might also have explained the double-layered windows and cork-lined walls of their pleasant little suburban house.

Indeed, it was not until the food had all been polished off, and he swallowed the last bit of juice in one of the bottles with a slight burp, that the first discordant note of less-than-normal-ness appeared... it did, however, make up for this by being a rather major red flag, and followed by another that was even bigger. Putting down the thermos, he grinned over at her. "Gotta love cool juice on a hot day... but damn, I'm busting for a piss now." Nodding pleasantly in reply, she pulled herself up from the slouch she'd been affecting on the blanket, and instead kneeled neatly with her hands in her lap, and looked at him expectantly.

Getting to his feet, he stood in front of her and unzipped his pants. His dick was still soft, but beginning to harden as it was exposed to the air, and he quickly grabbed it to prevent it from jumping around too much - and aimed it carefully at her face as she eagerly opened her mouth. The stream of strong, yellow piss hit its mark with the ease of long practice, and she let it accumulate in her mouth long enough for him to watch her tongue become completely submerged. Only then did she lean forwards to delicately close her lips around his cockhead, and swallow. He could feel the tip of her tongue, then, resting gently against the sensitive tip of his cock, just below the urethra, ensuring that the continued stream of bitter urine ran across her tongue before disappearing down her thirsty throat as she swallowed again and again. When finally his bladder was emptied and the stream died down to a dribble, her tongue then proceeded to carefully clean the urethra, and dip into the gap between the glans and the foreskin to make sure no errant drops had gotten caught there.

Once she was satisfied that the task had been completed to his exacting standards, she finally pulled her head back and broke contact. He smiled fondly down at her, his hand caressing her hair as she grinned in reply - and then noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably on her knees. He raised an eyebrow, and she bit her lip. "Um... I kind of need to go too..." she said, shifting some more. He nodded understandingly. "Well, you had quite a bit to drink too... best take off that dress first, though. Wouldn't want to stain it." She nodded quickly, and began to pull it over her head, while he quickly lent a hand and folded it neatly as it left her slightly-sweaty skin. "It's a very pretty dress, and it looks gorgeous on you... but in the end, you just look better without it." he said with a glimmer in his eye, and she smiled beamingly up at him.

Certainly, if the previous scene hadn't clinched it, the removal of the dress removed all illusions of 'normalcy'. The fact that she wore no bra wasn't a big deal - her breasts were fair-sized, but still perky, so she probably didn't really need one yet. The nipple-piercings weren't a big deal these days either, especially since they were just basic bar-piercings. However, her lack of panties was another matter... or rather, the fact that she was wearing something that could not be described as 'panties' by any length of imagination. It mostly looked like a harness - straps of dark leather, lined with gleaming metal rivets, going around her waist and between her legs. It bulged slightly there, despite obviously having been tightened carefully.

There was a number of points of interest on the harness - which he had, incidentally, built himself. The bulging front was the base of a huge, fist-and-forearm-sized dildo, which he'd carefully measured out based on the internal dimensions of her pussy. It filled her completely, and pushed against her cervix with every shift of her body. Behind it, a gleaming metal ring was holding an equally-huge butt-plug in place - this one featuring a hollow tunnel down the middle, currently corked. By removing the cork and slipping in the nozzle of an old 'colonic irrigation' pump they had back home, her intestines could be effectively emptied without removing the plug, or the harness. Which was convenient, since she'd currently been wearing it for nearly two weeks straight.

Other points of interest included the pair of small padlocks dangling from the hips, locking it into place. The keys, of course, were in his pocket. Her sentence - a due penalty of her trespass - was to wear it for a full month. By now, he could tell that she was starting to chafe at the restriction - both literally and figuratively. The dildo and the plug shifted inside her with every movement, keeping her constantly aroused, but it usually wasn't enough to get her off - and with her clit also sealed behind the harness, there was little she could do to help the absentee orgasm along. Plus, with two of her holes thus sealed, her mouth was pulling triple duty, which was starting to wear on even her well-trained tongue.

Oh, and one other notable detail about the harness, which was highly visible now as she pushed herself out to the edge of the blanket with her thighs spread wide, practically thrusting her crotch towards the field: a smaller bulge right above the big dildo, where a pencil-thin object had been pushed into her urethra, then locked in place with a tiny, inflatable balloon inside her bladder. This 'sound', too, had a hollow core, but unlike the plug in her rear, it wasn't closed with a simple cork. Rather, an electronically-controlled valve was holding it shut. The key to opening it was right above - a small, dull square he'd salvaged from an old electronic lock: a biometric scanner.

Now, embracing her from behind, he slipped his thumb down between her legs and rested it against the scanner. With a barely-audible beep it acknowledged it as correct, and the valve was disabled, releasing an arching stream of piss out across the grass. Judging by the speed it was leaving at, her bladder had to have been rather uncomfortably full, and she moaned in pleasure as the pressure was finally released. The fact that she couldn't even pee without his direct intervention heavily aroused them both, and as an added wrinkle, he'd often demanded some additional show of obedience or small helping of pain in return for 'easing the pressure'. Some low-voltage electricity attached to her nipples, an uncomfortably voluminous enema, or maybe a foot-licking or a rimjob... but this time, he wasn't in the mood, and merely enjoyed the way she shuddered in his arms as the combined pleasure of the peeing and his embrace nearly brought her to a climax.

Not quite, though, and he could feel the frustrated tension in her body as the golden stream died down and her pleasure receded. He was fairly certain she hadn't had a proper orgasm since she was strapped into the harness (though, admittedly, she'd cum at least three times during the process of doing so)... and he worried about how much stress she'd be under after two more weeks and change. Maybe he could find some excuse to shorten her sentence. Obviously, it wouldn't do to just do it on a whim... even if she'd be grateful in the short term, such a lapse of authority would put a dent in their game of submission and domination in the long run.

As he pondered this, and enjoyed the feeling of her subtle, naked body resting against his chest, a curious horse appeared from around the hillock, having presumably come to investigate the strange scents and noises emerging from the small dell. Both of them looked with surprise as the horse's nostrils flared, and then led him to where her piss-stream had fallen in the grass. As the horse snuffled around there curiously, he grinned. "Ah yes... I remember now. Stallions tend to sniff and lick at mares' piss to determine if they're in heat. Guess he's just checking you out..." Sure enough, a dangling tool was emerging beneath the horse's flanks, showing that it was, indeed, a stallion.

Gazing at the thick horsecock, his mind began to whir. Then, grinning broadly, he started idly playing with her pieced nipples and leaned in to speak quietly into her ear. "Say... how would you like to get out of that harness early? As in, today?" She stiffened against him in surprise, and he could almost feel the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what he had in mind. Then her eyes fell on the stallion's semi-hard dick too, and the breath caught in her throat. "What... would I have to do for that to happen?" she asked hesitantly - but he could hear the undertones of sudden arousal in her voice. Now that the thought had occurred to her too, she was unlikely to be able to just let it pass.

"Well... it occurs to me that you've gone and aroused that poor horse, and that leaving him blueballed would be tantamount to animal cruelty. So... I'll take off the harness so you can give him the ol' one-two-three." He couldn't see her face from this angle, but he just knew she'd be biting her lower lip right now, her suddenly-flared desires warring with the perfectly natural human fear of the unknown. He already had a pretty keen idea of which would win out, though - otherwise, he wouldn't have suggested it. "That... sounds fair." Her voice was throaty, now, as it tended to be when her mind was already jumping three kinks ahead of her body.

Grinning eagerly, he fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the twin padlocks that were keeping the harness in place, already looking forwards to the show he was about to get. A tube of lubricant then emerged from his other pocket (he never left home without it), and was carefully applied to her sphincter and labia once the leather had been pulled away, easing the removal of the dildo and plug. Both of them reluctantly left her body as she bent over before him, giving him easier access - the butt-plug, in particular, seemed resistant to removal. Her asshole bulged out obscenely as he tugged at it, the sphincter pulled out of what remained of her ass-crack as the bottom flare of the conical plug caught on it.

She'd groaned quietly through the whole process, and when the plug finally came out, she shuddered in something like orgasmic bliss, a slight mewl escaping her lips. Normally, she'd be much louder, but she'd long-since learned to keep her 'outside voice' in reserve for their occasional forays into semi-public fornication. The stallion, which had started grazing in front of them, looked up curiously at that, and he couldn't resist flashing it a grin - for all that it wouldn't understand its meaning. The display in front of him was quite pleasing all by itself, as she idly rubbed her newly-exposed pussy. Her labia were puffy and flexible, and he knew that they would offer little resistance should she decide to shove her whole hand past them and into the warm embrace beyond. Meanwhile, her asshole was barely managing to pull itself together, still bulging out from between her buttocks. He knew from experience that even though it'd recover somewhat now that the plug had been removed, it would remain a bulging, distended orifice - leaving it obvious at a glance that it had come a long way from being a mere excretory chute.

With a friendly slap to one of her buttocks - which wobbled pleasingly from the impact - he sent her scrambling to her feet. "There... now, you'd better go show him a good time - otherwise, the harness is coming right back on afterwards." With a slightly jerky nod back at him, she walked towards the horse - who was still looking at her curiously, his dick swinging limply between his hind legs - her sandals flattening the slightly-moist grass. Licking his lips, he sat back on the blanket to watch. The stallion remained passive as she reached it, and ran a hand caressingly across its short-haired flank. He was obviously quite used to human contact. He did seem _slightly_surprised, however, when she then dropped down to squat beside him, and began lightly fondling his dangling tackle.

Her fingers delicately traced the length of the smooth shaft, the rough rim of the still-unflared head, and the pendulous mass of his silky nutsack. Slowly, stimulated by her caress, it stirred - like a sleeping beast - and began to harden and straighten. This accelerated significantly when she took a deep breath, and then ducked under the horse's heavy body, kneeling beneath it as she added the touch of her velvet-smooth lips and well-trained tongue to the stimulation. He could feel his own cock hardening as he watched her begin to lick the shaft up and down along its length, and idly began to stroke it. The horsecock was growing steadily under her ministrations, and making the thought of what came next grow more exciting as well.

Finally, it hung rock-hard and straight as a ruler beneath the horse's belly, bouncing slightly with the rhythm of a heartbeat. It was, on objective reflection, not all THAT big - compared to the stallion's body. Of course, compared to a human, it was enormous. Still, it wasn't actually any bigger than the dildo that had, until just recently, filled her pussy to capacity. It was, however, alive - and powered by a massive animal with its own ideas and desires. Neither one of them had realized until just then just how much difference that made.

Already breathing heavily, she crawled further in underneath the horse, placing herself on all fours beneath it, then backing up to push her groin against the pendulous rod. Her pussy was drooling lubrication, staining her inner thighs, and her pierced nipples were hard with arousal. The prospect of trying something so new and arousing, immediately after an enforced, two-week period of pseudo-celibacy had obviously set her mind on fire. Her labia, as always, stretched easily as she pushed them back against the broad head of the horsecock, and with a barely-audible plop, the head slipped inside - eliciting a low-pitched, drawn-out moan from her.

Now, at last, things were getting started for real, he thought. What had gone before - the 'fluffing' - had been a necessity, and not really part of the routine he'd commanded. 'The old one-two-three' was an erotic routine that had once been a standard part of their sexual play, before their shared interest in 'stretching' and plus-sized toys had made it impractical. Which had, perhaps, been rather predictable - in a sense, that was what had brought them together. She'd wanted it, certainly - stretching, filling, seeing how far she could go, how much she could fit inside herself. But she'd lacked the will to push her body as far as she knew it could go. His domination had solved that rather neatly, along with introducing her to a great many other pleasures - and with his firm hand pushing her along, she'd stretched and trained her every orifice to the limit. By now, her pussy and ass alike were sufficiently loosened that his own, depressingly human cock found itself unable to do much for either one of them there. Both of them, however, saw this as a goal reached, and they'd merely stepped up training in other areas to compensate. Her mouth was a wonder of the world, by now, and she was steadily stretching out her urethra - ever-so-slowly and ever-so-carefully - in the hopes of providing her beloved master with a brand-new, super-tight hole to fuck.

Now, however, she found herself kneeling beneath a creature big enough to make the most of her unnaturally-spacious holes. Her pussy, having barely started to pull itself back together again after nearly two weeks with an enormous dildo lodged up it, certainly swallowed up the equine tool with ease - but still, it filled her, its smooth warmth rubbing across her sensitive insides in a way that made her shudder and convulse. Deprived as she was, she hit her first orgasm before she'd managed to get even half the shaft inside, and paused to tremble in the grass, biting her lip against the outcry of pleasure she wished she could make.

It was at roughly this time - as her pussy clamped down on the equine shaft with orgasmic convulsions - that the horse reached a decision. Being a horse, he wasn't much given to careful consideration or abstract thinking, but he had been momentarily confused by the fact that he was feeling such delightful sensations despite the obvious absence of a mare. He couldn't see a mare, couldn't feel a mare beneath him, and couldn't smell a mare - despite the faint hint of feminine pheromones that had brought him there to investigate in the first place. And yet, his cock was embraced by warm, wet tightness, which suggested the presence of a mare nonetheless.

The decision he reached was that the other sensory inputs he was getting were ultimately less important than the pleasure now radiating through his loins, and with a satisfied whinny, he gave his mating-imperative free rein. Digging his hooves into the fresh grass, he flexed his hips, using his powerful legs to push himself forwards, and felt the tight wetness embrace more of his shaft - telling him that he was on the right track, despite the awkward lack of a nice, sturdy mare to wrap his forelegs around for leverage.

Meanwhile, the man watched eagerly, delighted to see the horse turn into an active participant. She was moaning beneath him, her body shifting based on instinct more than reason as she positioned herself to accept the still-uncertain thrusts. Spreading her legs further, bending her arms to lower her upper body, she was doing whatever she could to allow the horse easy access to her well-worn pussy. The horse seemed to appreciate the gesture, his hooves becoming less uncertain as they dug into the ground, giving it purchase for the bone-shaking thrusts he was beginning to pour into her. Already, the huge horsecock had all but disappeared between her buttocks, and he could easily imagine the broad head beating against her cervix, somewhere deep inside. Of course, her cervix was used to getting a pounding, and had been toughened significantly as a result. Thus, despite the stallion's vast mass and strength, it seemed like there was little to worry about - her body, trained by years of perversion, was actually capable of taking that huge cock without restraint.

One thing he wasn't sure about was whether she was enjoying a rapid string of orgasms as the stallion pounded her thoroughly-filled pussy with bestial single-mindedness - or if the climax she'd reached during the initial penetration had just failed to end altogether. Certainly, she seemed to be enjoying herself a great deal - as was he, come to that. He made mental note to keep his masturbation sedate, despite his rising arousal. It'd be a waste to just spray his seed across the grass, when he could do so many more interesting things with it once she was finished with the stallion.

As suddenly as it had started, the thrusting ended - leaving the horse just standing there, steaming slightly from the exertion and snorting with satisfaction. Below it, a drawn out "Ooooohhh..." escaped her lips, and she ran one hand down to caress her belly. The combination of the stallion's cockhead flaring to full size and a voluminous quantity of hot horsecum pouring into her womb was obviously creating some enjoyable sensations. Still, with the thrusting ended, the mind-blowing pleasure - whether it was merely one mammoth orgasm or a string of lesser ones - receded, and she found herself temporarily in control of her faculties once more - and remembering her orders.

With a stifled groan she started crawling forwards, shuddering as fresh bursts of pleasure radiated from her pussy. The stallion's cockhead was still fully flared, and its rough ridge was now raking across her freshly-tenderized insides. As she reached the end, the same ridge caught on the inside of her labia and briefly pulled them away from her body, making her pussy bulge obscenely, before the practiced orifice finally released its grip and the still-hard horsecock emerged fully into the warm summer air once more. A small deluge of milky-white cum followed close behind it, splashing into the already-wet grass.

The 'one' part of the routine thus accomplished - coating the thick cock in a slippery mixture of fresh cum and her own free-flowing juices - she quickly moved on to the 'two' part: Slightly repositioning her hips, and then pushing back against the pendulous rod behind her. The slippery thing swished up her ass-crack a couple of times before she finally reached back to get as good a hold on it as she could, considering the lubrication involved, and pushed it determinedly downwards. Fortunately, her asshole had still barely started to close, and the sphincter, resultingly, did little to resist the fresh intrusion despite the impressive radius of the still-flared cockhead.

Her pussy and ass had both undergone just about equal amounts of hardcore 'stretching-training', but in the end, there was one very important difference between the two orifices: Her pussy had been designed, by nature's disinterested hand, to pass a small human being, potentially several times. Granted, during birth the entire assembly would be suffused with odd hormones and the like, but that didn't change the fact that it was supposed to allow the passage of something significantly wider than even her most ambitious dildo (which was, in fact, a bit larger than the horsecock she'd just enjoyed there) and still return to something resembling its original shape.

Her rectum, meanwhile, was just supposed to serve as a convenient exit-point for whatever her body couldn't use. It wasn't supposed to be receptive to anything going in the other direction, let alone anything sizeable. As a direct result, the training it had undergone to do exactly that was far more... permanent. It couldn't just snap back into shape, since it wasn't supposed to ever have any other shape in the first place. Of course, to this particular couple, such enduring results were downright motivating, and had only encouraged them to push the heavily-repurposed organ even further. By now, she could take his fist up there with minimal preparation - followed by half his forearm, with a bit of work. (Though, he'd found that it was a good idea to remember to remove his watch first.) So between the fact that her long-suffering asshole had but recently been vacated by an XXL-sized butt-plug, and the abundant lubrication covering the sperm-encrusted cockhead, even the dimensions of the rock-hard, fully-erect horsecock, complete with flare, was entirely within capacity.

One thing that her ass had not experienced before, however, was the impact-force of a horny stallion. The horse, having already become at peace with the existence of an invisible, intangible, scentless mare, had barely lifted an eyebrow as his cock emerged from the warm embrace of a tight pussy, being rather used to mares extricating themselves from beneath him as soon as he'd deposited his load. And while chasing down another mare would've taken some time in nature, he'd been 'studded' by his owner before - and had thus already become accustomed to the removal of one mare heralding the almost-immediate arrival of another, for as long as his (impressive) virility could hold out. So when he once again felt the telltale hot, moist tightness around his cockhead, he wasted no time being confused or uncertain - he just snorted eagerly and took a step forwards while bucking his hips vigorously.

Eyes wide open, her body shook under the power of the thrust as half of the stallion's impressive length disappeared between her buttocks. While she'd had a lot of things shoved up there before, the training had been focused more on girth than on length, an oversight which the horse now compensated for abundantly as the broadly-flared cockhead was shoved as deep as it would go. The eyebrows of the onlooker on the blanket flew up as he watched the depth of the penetration, a bulge suddenly appearing on the left side of her flat belly as the curvature of her guts pushed the intruding horsecock sideways.

The stallion, meanwhile, didn't let the fact that he couldn't get his entire cock inside deter him. He just started merrily thrusting away, albeit with both the length and impact of the movement blunted somewhat by the awkwardness of not having a proper mare to wrap his forelegs about. A small mercy, but enough to ensure that even as her body shook under the power of his assault, the depths of her ass shrieking under the stress of the stretching, it was ultimately nothing her subtle, well-trained body couldn't handle. Indeed, as a connoisseur of stretching and a borderline masochist, the bestial fucking was pushing her rapidly back to the peaks of pleasure, and soon more orgasms rippled through her. Jets of thin horsecum emerged from her still-gaping pussy as the ecstasy prompted rhythmic contractions up and down the length of the freshly-used orifice.

Ultimately, bearing up under such an assault for long would probably still have done some damage to her insides - but the stallion, true to form, wasn't long in reaching his climax. Evolution wasn't kind to prey species who stuck around in compromising positions for longer than strictly necessary, after all. With an orgasmic whinny, he stopped with his cock fully buried inside her and flooded her intestines with a deluge of hot cum which made her writhe and moan in renewed pleasure.

Watching this, he grinned with sudden inspiration, and picked up the discarded harness without taking his eyes off the perverted display. Then, with a deft twist, he detached the king-sized butt-plug that had been attached to the rear of the harness, and jumped to his feet to saunter over to the two. Dropping to his knees beside her, he watched as the pleasure began to recede and her eyes - and mind - again focused. She looked up at him with a languid, post-orgasmic smile, and when he gestured at his groin - where the erection he'd been nursing since she began dangled heavily - she eagerly twisted her neck to plunge her head down between his legs, swallowing his cock to the root with practiced ease. Between her skilled tongue and the sight of the horsecock still buried as deep as it could go in her stretched-open ass, it didn't take long for the load that had been building up in his balls during the entire show to emerge - blasting into her throat where she hungrily swallowed it.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulled his wet cock back out of her mouth and remarked "Just the third bit to go now..." as he caressed her hair with his free hand. Nodding without hesitation, she began to crawl forwards, and he watched with fascination as inch after inch of the stallion's glistening shaft emerged from the tight confines of her ass. As the cockhead - which had lost its broad flare for now - plopped out, he quickly leaped into action; grabbing her hips firmly and ramming the huge butt-plug home where it belonged. In its current, freshly-fucked state, her sphincter offered even less resistance than usual, and with a slimy sound, it slipped into place. "Just till we get home... so you don't leak all over the place." he said by way of explanation as he winked down at her, then took a few steps back so he'd have a better view of the last bit of the show.

She replied with a grin and wriggled her bum as if to get the huge plug comfortably seated - and probably enjoying the sensation of the load of horsecum sloshing about in her bowels as she did. Then she spun around, still on her hands and knees, coming face-to-cockhead with the equine tool. She paused, taking in the sight of it, as if amazed that it had all fit inside her - and indeed, despite starting to soften up now, it WAS an impressive sight. It was also soaked in a foamy mix of pussy-juice, horse-cum and ass-slime, particularly right behind the head where the broad ridge of the flare had raked across her intestines. Her nose wrinkling slightly at the smell, she nonetheless leaned in and began to lap up the layer of cum caked on the gently-rounded front of the cockhead, before continuing up the shaft, cleaning it fastidiously and leaving only a clear sheen of fresh spit where the stains had been. Normally, the 'three' part of the 'one-two-three' routine called for a deepthroat during the process of the cleaning, but she had understandably decided to modify it a bit in this case.

The rest, however, was performed with aplomb. Her tongue covered the top, bottom and sides of the huge tool with exquisite care, ensuring that not a single spot was left unwashed - before continuing back across the sheath, to the heavy pair of dangling, fist-sized balls. Of course, the nutsack-cleaning was usually part of the routine due to the likelihood that various sorts of leakage had stained it during the preceding actions, which wasn't really likely in this case - but she didn't let that stop her from licking and kissing every inch of the smooth-skinned pouch, making the stallion whinny with unfamiliar pleasure even as its cock continued to soften and began to recede into the aforementioned sheath.

Finally, she emerged from underneath the horse with a grin and staggered to her feet. "Did I do good, Master?" she asked coquettishly, one hand absentmindedly rubbing her clit. He nodded, with a suitable air of authority. "Quite well indeed, pet. The horse certainly seems satisfied." Actually, he mainly looked bored, the pleasures he had experienced already in the process of being forgotten by his vague, animalistic brain, as the delicious green grass around him once again became his primary priority. Smiling together, they returned to the blanket and the scattered remnants of their picnic lunch, where a few napkins provided her with the means to dry off her juice-stained thighs. Soon, she was once again wearing the pretty, short summer dress, and the harness had been safely stashed in the basket underneath a selection of empty dishes and discarded wrappers.

As they began to walk back home - a barely-perceivable limp on her part being the only visible sign of what had just transpired - she glanced up at him with a look of consideration on her face. "Say... do you suppose it's possible to train your mouth and throat the way we've been training my other holes?" He considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "I'd imagine so. Sword-swallowers used to, anyway - learning how to relax and loosen their throat-muscles and whatnot. I'll look up some more information when we get home." She nodded eagerly, clearly already thinking about new possibilities. He, meanwhile, gazed idly over at a neighboring field, where a handful of young bulls were sequestered, grazing and butting heads with youthful exuberance. No doubt frustrated by being locked away from the cows even as their male hormones began to emerge into full bloom. Already, plans for the next picnic were beginning to form in his head.

Walking home, they received many an envious gaze. So young, so pretty, so in love, smiling and laughing together as they returned from a picnic... truly the image of wholesomeness, said the old folks to one another as they sat on their shaded porches. Not like most of those rowdy kids you saw these days, with their dyed hair and their tattoos and their dance-clubs with flickery lights and loud, thumping music. Not to mention all the drugs and alcohol and premarital fornication! Really, it was enheartening to see that the purity of young love still lived on, they all agreed, forgetting - as people tended to - the folly of judging a book by its cover...

The End