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So You’ve Been Transmogrified : Horsey House Party Part 8

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Margret sighed. Closing her book she turned her head over towards the house from which the source of her annoyance came from. With a raised eyebrow and an audible sigh she rested the book on the table next to her chair and got up. The older woman found in the loud and obnoxious ravings of the youth two dissident responses. The first being a longing for such a time in her life when she would have confidently walked into the party looking for a good time, and the other being her growing resentment of the student body for ruining her attempt to read a good book.

She sighed again entering her kitchen still hearing the thumping of the music. She looked at the fridge forgetting what it was she had wanted as she held her hand on the door. She sighed again seeing a black and white photograph of a much younger version of herself framed on the wall. Bikini clad, sunglasses, on a beach, probably some were in the Mediterranean she thought smiling back to the many holidays she had taken there when she was a student. That was decades past her though.

Now all she could muster was the distance from her home to the campus and from time to time a trip back home to Kent. Even then she had passed on the last excuse to go back home. Too much work, too much. Too much what? She thought blinking as she let go of the fridge and walked back towards the living room. She came up to the window and looked at the party scene. The insensate thumping bass of the song reverberating all the way through her. Sleep wouldn't come to her till this was over, and reading comfortably was about as unlikely.

She frowned in equal parts for her interrupted evening, and from the nagging feeling that she had finally become one of the fuddy duddies that she had so very much despised in her youth. She sighed again, she was old and that couldn’t be helped, yet, did that mean she had to act like she was old. However feeling the thumping bass she frowned again. Shaking her head she turned and decided that despite her wanting to simply let the kids have their fun she wanted some peace and quiet.

She made for her door grabbing a coat and stepping out. There was a bit of a chill in the air and as such a shiver went down her spine as she stepped off. The house was around the block. Hands in pockets walking down the sidewalk Margret frowned more so from feeling in this moment singularly old. There had been a time when she had found a crotchety old person at her door asking her to turn the music down or something of a similar vein. Each time she had smiled dismissively as she had waved them off. Now here she was, old, maybe not crotchety, and about to get waved off dismissively.

She tilted her head down a bit wondering what was making her so introspective. Even for a professor of English she was maybe reading a bit too much into herself. She looked back up eyes panning across the street through her glasses. She sighed again for no other reason than to expose some emotion that she could not really express in any other sense. A feeling of duality and conflict that permeated her at that moment. She shook her head, dismissing all the things she wanted to, or at least tried to as she turned her head and saw the house from the front.

She sighed. She didn’t want to enter the place properly. Looking down the side she heard the same music from before but louder now. It seemed that the object of her interest was in the yard. She took a deep breath. Ask the kids in the yard to quiet down, and then go home. Kids? She thought to herself again feeling very old. These were her students, soon some of them would be her peers. Hell some of them probably were grad students and all. Yet the first word she had thought to describe them was children. It was reflexive, not even an ounce of conscious thought had gone into her saying that. She frowned now standing in the alley beside the house. She sighed, and took a step forward simply wanting the whole experience to be over and done with.

As she drew nearer she heard something else under the music and conversations leaking from the house. Huffing, puffing, moaning, cries of pleasure in ways familiar and foreign to her. She blushed a bit linking the sounds to memories of Greece but of sights and sounds that were less picturesque and more deviant. She gulped contextualizing the sounds as those of sex, vivid, visual and close. She felt hot suddenly. Pulling down on her coat a bit to vent heat as she felt something welling up inside her. She took in a breath tasting something in the air, and then smelling it. She was reminded of a summer she spent on a farm once. Mixing with her other emotions the sudden scent fully awakened long dormant urges in her body.

It had been a good long while since Margret had even come close to being turned on. Flustered yes, but this was something fiery in her. She could feel it dispersing through her, filling her with a heat and energy that while not unwelcome was unexpected to say the least. All the while she moved further down the alley. Closer and closer, the sounds getting louder, the smells getting stronger, her body getting hotter. She pulled the zipper on her coat down all the way, letting the cold night air hit her hot body and tempering some of the flames of lust she was feeling.

As she grew nearer to the sounds she wondered what she would see around the corner. She gulped, thinking, fantasizing. It wouldn’t be the first time she had walked in on a display of fervent debauchery, more importantly, she thought gulping it wouldn’t be the first time she had wanted leap into the middle of one either. Yet she was much too old for such a thing now she thought as the long absent feelings of lust dredged up such memories and wants to make her think otherwise. Time spent in hostels in Greece and Spain, nights of passion between many different men and women. Turning the corner fully engulfed in the sounds and smells wondering just what she would see Margret was struck in the face.

She fell backward crying out in surprise as she felt some warm mass hit her. At that moment she heard another cry, a deep release of passion that turned slowly into another sound, something else, not human. She realized it sounded very much like a horse as she hit the ground. Grunting as she lay on the ground she felt whatever was on her face stick to her a bit as she tried to wipe it off. The smell of sex permeating the air around her now. She found that her vision was compromised however. Blinking she saw only the blurry outlines of shapes, moving in such ways as to indicate their actions. She gulped seeing the acts of sex in front of her. Though blurry they were distinct in that she could hear grunts and the distinct wet sounds that could only be made by the intermingling of bodies.

“Sorry about that miss.” a deep resonant voice said.

Looking up through the haze of lust Margret saw a shape attached to a larger shape. Blinking she extended a hand and felt as a firm hand gripped hers gently. She felt as another reached down and took her other hand helping her up. She could still feel the warmth on her face, dripping down. She inhaled gulping as the scent of sex filled her nostrils.

“Are you alright miss.” the voice asked again.

Margret looked at him, and then up towards his face. The dark shape looked to be at least a foot over her probably more. But there was something off about the man. Margret while having blurry vision could more then easily see color. Parts of his skin seemed pale white, while others were a dark black.

“I lost my glasses.” she said distantly feeling through her hazy and lust soaked mind that something was wrong with this situation.

The man led her speaking with a tone of voice that made Margret quiver as it reverberated through her body. “Here, take a seat, I'll see if I can find your glasses. Sorry about hitting you like that, I got a bit caught up in the moment.” He said seeing that she was seated before going off to find her glasses.

Margaret gulped feeling overwhelmed by the situation she was in. All around her she was surrounded by the visceral sounds and smells of sex. Groaning, moaning, strange cries of pleasure that reminded her more and more time spent on a farm then vacations to Greece. That mattered little however. She could still feel it in her. More prevalent even now as she took a hand up to wipe the still sticky goo from her face. As she did she could feel it clinging to her skin and hand.

She knew what it was. A product of the orgy around her, splattered over her person. At that moment she felt disgusted, yet other things as well. There was an undeniable undercurrent of grossness that permeated the moment. Under that however was lust. Still burning under her desire to leave was the lingering want to dive headlong into the debauchery that her youth had been filled with. To feel some piece of her distant past self become manifest in the present.

With that want Margret felt a chill run down her back. She tensed, her whole body suddenly feeling alive with an electricity unlike anything she had ever felt before. She yelped in surprise before settling back down. Then as the moment passed she felt a warmth settling over her. She let out a long sighing breath feeling as her still present disgust for the stuff on her face fell away from her as she gazed around at the amorphous shapes her poor sight offered her.

She felt her body warming, things so long absent from her life begin to yet again make themselves manifest in her. Similar to how they had moments before, but now even more so. Leaning back in her seat Margret scanned the different shapes seeing all of them intertwined with at least one other form. She wondered what they were feeling, how it felt, how it would feel if it were her. To feel a powerful but loving grip, a thick and meaty object of pleasure between her legs making use of her body.

She sighed, as reality reared its head into the fantasy. Knowing that her body was long past the point by which any one would find her attractive. Nevertheless, gulping Margaret slid her coat off feeling as the cool air ran over her exposed arms. She took a hand running it down her body feeling confused as the smooth motion brought with it not aches and pains, but pleasure. Furthering the realization she leaned her head back realizing that she felt really good.

Not especially in any one way or another but, in general. The aches and pains that came with her aged body were simply gone now, mellowed out and carried away replaced with the sensation radiating up from her dampening sex. She smiled and let out another long breath through trembling lips as the warm and pleasant feelings ran over her body fully leaving her feeling rejuvenated. It felt as if fifty years had been shaved off her life. Energy filled her, lust swelled within her as she drank in the sounds and smells of the raw and undistilled sexual energy around her.

She looked down running a hand across her arm blinking in confusion as she did. It was smooth. Wrinkle free, still a pale coloration but looking to her as if she really was twenty again. Blinking again she saw her other arm was much the same. Running her hands up her arm feeling her smooth and luscious skin she reached for her face. Feeling it and realizing that not only did she feel younger but she was younger. Looking back down at her arms she held them up examining them for another moment before realizing that she could in fact see them clearly.

Blinking she looked up seeing clearly without her glasses for the first time in over twenty years. She blinked again as the sounds and smells of debauchery were finally given their equine context. The people were men, all men, all horse-like. Hooves, tails, muzzles, but with hands and other human trappings. And there skin, shiny, smooth and gleaming. They were all ripped peak specimens despite their odd appearances. Bodies of rippling muscles comprised of what looked to be rubber.

“I’m sorry but uh I kinda stepped on em.” the deep voice said once more.

Margret looked up to see the monochrome source of the voice. She gulped seeing a tall zebra, shiny, mussels, and hard. His cock right there standing tall and erect as he held out a pair of broken glasses. She looked down at those and then back up to him. Feeling as a wave of lust hit her smack in the face. She gazed at the zebra feeling as her returning youth further fueled the fire of her deepening lust.

“Oh, that's fine.” she finally said looking back down at her broken glasses taking them and then tossing them aside.

“Uh, don’t you need those to…” the zebra said tracking the glasses before looking back at the woman and seeing a change in her demeanor.

She was looking at him, deeply, wantingly like so many of the other horses here had tonight. He looked at her further, she looked better than when he had helped her up. More youthful, a better complexion now he thought. She wanted him. He could tell. He smiled at her feeling his own sex drive kick back into gear as he turned his game back on. He had grown used to the tight asses of the fine men of the lacrosse team tonight but he delighted at the idea of being able to have this pretty little thing under him as well.

“So, you like what you see Miss.” he said crossing his arms as he looked down at the seemingly flustered woman.

Margret remained flustered and confused for a long moment. Her mind was held up in processing what she saw before her. Caught in a feedback loop of sensations she was experiencing. Part of her wanted to bolt leaving the weird sexual display behind her and run. Gulping she could feel her legs trembling as she gazed at the fine example of equine meat in front of her. She gulped realizing that was how she thought of the “man” in front of her. He was finely crafted, a hunk of seemingly rubber flesh that seemed in this moment singularly interested in her.

That was a feeling that had been long absent from her life, being wanted in this way by another. Even if the other in this case was some kind of weird horse thing. As she lingered there in her wanting to run but dissipated and the other side of her gained more strength. The part of her that wanted to dive headlong into the sexual insanity that was surrounding her. A score of hot rubber equine bodies and she was the only woman in sight. She could take all of them she thought, all of them could take her. She gulped feeling youthful energy mixing with her long dormant libido as she licked her lips gazing away from the zebra before her out of the array of equine bodies that she could see.

Blinking once she turned her attention back towards the zebra. He was looming over her now, smiling. He wasn’t threatening, looming barely even really sufficed as the right word. He was just there, smiling awaiting the response of the woman before him. Smiling up at him Margret brushed some loose hair from her face, not realizing that the sticky patch on her skin was gone now, replaced by a smoothness that failed to register with her lust drunk mind.

Her smile clearly resonated with the zebra as his body shifted slightly. A sexy confidence oozed from his rubbery body that Margaret drank in as her own will formed up. Margaret could feel her dormant tendencies resurfacing. She licked her lips as she ogled the male form before her. The longer she gazed at him the more his equine and rubber furnishings did for her. He was exotic, so big, so handsome she thought looking up at his smiling face. Her flustered confusion now fully replaced by her own sexy confidence, and her desire to be in control of this powerful male.

“I take it by that look on your face you do like what you see?” the male asked playfully smiling as he saw the events inside her head play out.

“Hmm, yes, I am.” she said her voice now softer, sultry and smooth in a way that made the male tremble in a way she had when she had heard his voice.

Margaret held out a hand and looked up at the zebra as he looked down at her. He blinked and then took it helping the woman up. Margaret smiled at him as she slid her coat off fully. She leaned into the stud pressing her face against his rubbery abs taking her hands and running them down his sides. She took in a deep breath of his scent sighing it back out as she rounded his hips with her hands. Then she looked up at him pushing off from his chest but leaving her hands on his hips.

“You like what you see stud?” she asked smiling as the zebra saw smooth shine of latex on her face glisten and he nodded smiling as he hopped that he would soon have a hot blooded mare to play with.

“Well then how about you help me get out of these clothes, hmm.” Margret said feeling as her lust deepened even further.

The zebra smiled wider as she let go of his hips and turned around. He moved at a pace that worked to draw the action out but only enough so as to savor the moment. He took his hand removing her long sleeve shirt and revealing a body that was full of youthful energy. Her skin while a bit pale was smooth and radiated a warmth that he found so very inviting. He ran a hand down her back feeling as she trembled a bit. His fingers found the clasp of her bra and from there he unhooked it letting the covering drop to the ground. She turned her head back smiling as she brought her hands up to cover herself, or maybe to feel herself up he thought smiling wryly at the sexy visage before him.

Next he took his hands and moved them down her sides. He ran them over her hips finding her pants and simply sliding them down her curves. He knelt as he pulled them down to her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and then her pants and as he let go of her legs she turned around and looked down at him. She smiled as she took her place in the same seat as before. Her body exposed save for her sex which the still kneeling stud could smell now. He licked his lips as he advanced on her looking up to see her smiling face. He noted that the changes were starting to spread a bit. Already the skin on her head was truing a different color, maybe brown he thought.

She took her hands and slid her last remaining article down and over her legs lifting a foot up and letting it hang there before lowering it back down and leaving herself fully exposed to the male. He gazed at her sex for a moment feeling his own cock hardening at the sight. He licked his lips seeing it there before him and then looked up at the woman. She smiled down at him with a confident grin that told him to do his worst. He smiled back at her with another wry grin as he took his hands and lifted her legs up. He took them up and slid under them letting them go and then rested them on his back as he placed his head between her thighs gazing at her now dripping slit.

Margaret trembled in anticipation now. All the feelings of the last few minutes coming together and moving towards this. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Everything added to the buildup and then she felt as the zebras tongue rolled over her slit. She gasped, taking her hands and pressing them against the back of his head. Her hands digging into his synthetic main as she felt his tongue roll back over her slit. Margret moaned loudly with that as she settled into the movement of his tongue the pleasure not diminishing but her body moving with it and not against it.

As he went on she thought she could feel the pleasure of the moment deepening even more. All the sensations around her growing more vivid. Her body's sensitivity increased in all the best spots, her clit, her tits, her skin, all over really as she felt the zebra's hands dig into her hips. She felt better then she ever had, even when she was young. She smiled at that, she was young again, and better than before. She leaned her head back feeling as the stud doubled down on her using his tongue even more vigorously now.

The passion of the moment while not being lost on her still felt incomplete in some way to her. Margret leaned her head back as far as she could manage. Felt her body tensing and relaxing as the waves of pleasure surged upward and fell back down, the peaks of which grew higher and higher. And yet she still felt as if there was something missing from the moment. Leaning her head forward she gazed at the sea of homoerotic sights displayed to her. She looked at their faces, all of which were lost and foggy but clearly full of a lustful pleasure. Margret wondered what she looked like now. Foggy, lost, lost in pleasure. Looking over them she saw their faces, equine, not human, still looking lost in their haze of pleasure.

Those faces looked more and more attractive to her as her gaze lingered and her zebra kept up his pace. She could feel his hands on her, groping her, feeling her up as she thought more and more about him and the other horses around her. They all looked so lost in the moment, and wasn't she as well she thought sighing out as she wanted to be like them. Young, lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, detached from the world. And in that moment she was, the feelings were all that mattered to the now younger woman. The pleasure, the sensations, the horses. Yet still something was still not clicking for her. She loved the sensations, wanted more, wanted to feel more. She wanted to be as the horses were, lost in the mingling sensations of the rubbery bodies around her.

Then it finally clicked for her. She wanted to be like them in a more literal sense. She thought smiling as she leaned her head down. Shiny rubbery skin, hooves, a muzzle oh maybe even a tail she thought almost chuckling at the notion. Then something else slotted into place in her head, where had all these horses come from. In a single moment there was all at once a slightly sobering realization and a peak of her feelings as the zebra gripped her firmly and plunged into her as she realized that these horses were, or rather had been people. Then another wave of realization and pleasure hit her. What did that mean for her?

She felt as good as she ever had, maybe even better. Each sensation that ran over her body and mind was crisp in a way she had never felt before. Her body was no longer old, youth flowed through her, something better than youth she thought feeling as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Moreover, another thought came to mind as the zebra continued to lash at her with his tongue, did she care? When the news about things like this had first hit she dismissed it as the delusions of a few perverts. Looking back, had she not been slightly perverted in her youth, even now? Things done in years part, lewd acts that made her blush even now and yet she still dove headlong into such things even now. Now there was no more blushing, there was only enjoyment she thought. She smiled leaning her head back again deciding to let whatever happened happen, she was enjoying herself far too much to be worried about anything else then the moment right now.

With that Margret could feel her body beginning to heat up again more so then it had before. She gulped feeling as waves upon waves of intense pleasure hit her brain. Her breathing started to become irregular as she could feel her body nearing its climax. She could feel other things as well, intermingling with the sensations of pleasure. These feelings only added to the moment but they also were foreign to her. She felt confused at the feelings coming from her face. For a moment there was numbness, and then she could feel the air on her skin and the infinitely more sensitive feelings that hit her.

Her breathing continued to grow more and more ragged as her breaths became quick gasps for air between moans of pleasure. She tried to resist the urges to sink headlong into climax if for no other reason then to let this moment last as long as it possibly could. As the zebra again furthered his advances trying to get her to climax she felt something else. A pressure that made her close her eyes. She could feel and hear her face changing. The bones cracking, her face lengthening, her skin growing more and more sensitive. Her face pushing out until it stopped as she reached her peak.

She gasped out her cries of pleasure which began morphing as they left her mouth. She could hear them changing, feeling them as the sounds that her throat made changed from a human cry of passion to a beastly release of pleasure. A whinny, a loud sound dripping with the pleasure the woman was so clearly feeling in that moment. Then came the afterglow. The moment slowed as she felt the zebra withdraw from her. His head still between her legs. She gulped taking in deep breaths now and looked down at him smiling as she opened her eyes.

She blinked seeing her cone of vision now slightly impeded by something. She took a hand and touched the tip of her face now much further from where it would be. She brought the hand down looking at the tip of her muzzle cross eyed for a moment before running the hand down the side of her face. Her skin felt different, smooth, sensitive. The longer she touched it the better it felt. She let out a trembling sigh as she finally looked back down at the zebra smiling warmly.

“You look good with a muzzle.” he said slipping out from her legs and standing up.

He looked down at the woman hungrily licking his lips as he admired her body. He offered her a hand and she took it standing up. From there the zebra ran a hand behind her back pulling her close to him. Before Margret could even really think she found herself in the equines embrace. Their lips locked their tongues mingled as she took her hand and wrapped them around his back. Their moaning grew louder as Margret again felt her body changing. Her skin growing numb in places before sensation returned magnified a thousand fold.

Down her head, over her arms around her fingers, then came her breasts. She pushed off from her lover and looked down to see dark brown rubbery flesh grow over her rack. It finally hit her that she to was turning into a horse wasn't she. She was a bit surprised that she didn’t really care, but the feelings of the moment were a bit too much to push aside and think objectively. She took her hands and grabbed her own breasts cocking her head up and smiling as she felt them growing in her hands. Their sensitivity growing deeper with the moment. She brought her head down after a moment and saw her zebra looking down at her, at her tits. She smiled and took her hands off of them. She took a step back from him, turned around and then leaned her back against his front.

“Go on, have a squeeze big guy.” She said taking a hand and running it down his face.

He did just that gently taking his big hands and feeling as the rubbery flesh grew even larger in his hands. Her nipples were growing as well as her tits finally stopped at the size of watermelons. His hands wrapped around them fully now squeezing as Margret leaned back on him grinning as she let the sensations wash over her. She could feel as more of her newly rubberized skin rubbed against his. As his big hand's enveloped her supple flesh. She smiled widely leaning her head back as she felt more of her skin rubberizing. Then looking down she blinked seeing another welcoming sight nestled between her legs.

She bit her lip as she felt the studs now hard cock rubbed up on her slit. She sighed out a slight gasp as she winced feeling the intense pleasure that it brought with it. She felt the stud's hands slid off her breasts now and moved down her body. Moving down slowly, deliberately. Feeling her new skin, smooth, shiny and brown. She looked down at herself. She was mostly brown now. A dark rich shade of the color. She Sighed out again liking how she looked. Feeling as sexy as she ever had. More so than at any point in her life. She grinned wider now closing her eyes as she just enjoyed the feelings the body of the rubber zebra brought to her own.

She could feel the changes then round her hips. The zebras hands coming shortly thereafter and digging into the newly rubbery flesh there pausing. She let out a slight gasp as he dug his fingers into her flesh. She opened her eyes and looked down seeing his cock still there rubbing on her. She watched as the changes moved over her sex. The lips to her pussy thickening, the sensations coming from it doubling in intensity and in her mind she suddenly felt very empty. She gulped seeing an answer to that craving right there before her.

Breathing out a long sigh Margaret took a step forward slowly inching her wet slit across the studs cock. She felt him trembling as she did so. She could feel more changes coming in as she did so. She felt a tail growing from her rear swishing slightly. She felt her legs gain some muscle mass, as was the rest of her body. All over she could feel herself filling out in places. More and more her body changed into an object of sex, and she loved it. She turned her head to face him kneeling as she presented her dripping sex to the zebra and his cock behind her.

He grinned, taking his hands and placing them on her rear. She was almost done now, her legs nearly finished the only human parts of her remaining being her feet. She felt the tip of the horse cock rubbing at her slit. Felt its warmth, its power, its length, its girth. All there just waiting to be shoved inside her. She felt the moment dragging on into eternity. Felt the waiting eating at her as she wanted and craved the feeling of the massive member buried inside of her rubbery equine body. Then it came.

She felt him stretching her as the cock was thrusted into her sex. She threw her head up and braced her hands on her knees and whinnied loudly. She felt him pull back, and then thrust in over and over. His pace quickened as time passed. She began to push back as he thrusted in. Adding as much as she could to the moment. She felt as the changes to her body rounded themselves out as her feet morphed into hooves. However that was only a distant sensation compared to the others that she was feeling. There were so many things flooding her mind that the completion of her transformation only dimly registered in her head. Instead she could only truly focus on the feelings that came with the cock being rapidly shoved in and out of her wet slit.

Her tail swished, her body trembled, her breathing quickened. All of her body readied itself for the climax. Each thrust reached a new high. Each one adding to the last. Each one getting her closer and closer and closer until she felt as if she might burst. The nervous tension in her body becoming too much for her to handle. She bit down on her lip and tilted her head down as the pounding on her sex didn't abate and only deepened as time went on.

Then after what felt like an eternity something in her changed. The feeling of climax grew as close as it ever had and then it enveloped her. She could feel her partner's cock enter her with a trembling force as the tension in her reached a point of singularity as her whole body tensed and she let out a loud whinny. Her head shot up as the sound exited her. Her lover brought his head down as he felt his load dumping into the mare below him. His face tensed for a long moment. She felt the warm seed filling her and then once it had then felt it overflowing her sex and spilling out onto the ground.

The tension of the moment faded from both of them and afterglow hit as she leaned back up and rested in his arms. His cock still inside her she nuzzled one of his pecs as she simply enjoyed the feelings for a moment. Then she heard a voice.

“Hey man come on we want a turn with her.”

Margret blinked and looked over two donkeys and a few other equines all looking at her. The zebra flashed them all a death stare. Margret then felt something inside her, the same feeling as before. Even with the cock buried in her she craved more. She gulped and then smiled at the other studs as she felt the fire of lust burning in her hotter than ever.

“Relax big guy, I'll come back to you once they've had their fill.” she said pushing off him and leaving him wanting.

As she came off him a wet plop sounded and more of his seed dropped out of her and down her legs. He looked down at his dripping seed leaving the mare and then up to her watching as she came up to one of the donkeys and smiled at him. She looked down at the donkeys length and she licked her lips. Then she looked back to the zebra looking sad and lonely. She walked back over to him and leaned into him looking up at him and then leaning in embracing him deeply. She broke off after a moment and smiled at him wantingly.

“Don't worry stud, I'll be back for the rest.” she said in as sultry a voice as he had ever heard as one of her hands gripped his sack.

She then pushed off him and sauntered back to the group of studs smiling at them deciding who she would take first. The zebra fell into the seat she had occupied moments ago. Watching as she was used by them. Watching as she used them. Watching as his hand stroked his cock keeping himself hard for when she came back to him.