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Hugo huffs and looks away, though even as Trisha teases, his shaft grows. The larger it grew, the more she coaxed it, and the more coaxes, the larger it grows, rising up before her, but not yet at full force. Trisha frowns and leans in, wrapping her lips around one of his massive balls and suckling upon the flesh there.

A broken groan rises from his throat, but by this time, Devon would be fully erect and ready for the ride of his life. She sighs and sits back, shaking her head. “I don't know if this is going to work, hon." She says.

“I… I'm sorry," Hugo says, hanging his head. “I didn't mean to disappoint you…"

“Oh, don't you worry about that," Devon says, rubbing his wife's shoulders. “I have an idea. Don't you worry…" He says, kissing her gently on the cheek. “Now, babe, why don't you turn around and sit up straight? I have to talk to Hugo about something."

Trisha bites her lip as she listens to what Devon could be saying. All she can make out through his whispers are a few broken fragments. He mentions “that doberman from last week," and “she'll love it." The ideas the words conjure up, of Hugo and other animal people. It simultaneously makes her blush and sends a shudder of envy down her spine.

Hugo whinnies, his foot stomping on the ground with a renewed ferocity.

“Ha ha, yeah, man. You know what it is. Now, just keep thinking that. Meanwhile…" He returns to his wife, holding a roll of duct tape. “If we're going to get this going, we're going to have to get a little kinky."

Trisha barely has a chance to say anything before he slaps the tape over her mouth. Careful not to cover her nostrils, Devon kisses her on the forehead and gives her a playful slap on the cheek. “You'll thank me. I promise.

Trisha could hardly think that was possible. Being in a room with her gay best friend and forcing him to please her is not her idea of a good time.

But that's when she feels the warm and heavy arm draping over her shoulder. When she looks at it from the corner of her eyes, she gasps.

It's not an arm at all. It's fully-erect, fully flared horse cock!

Hugo's nostrils snort hot air over the back of her head a moment before he grabs her by the skull with his powerful hand. Pushing her down, he pulls his cock away, dragging it down along her naked back. What the hell did Devon do to him? He's a changed animal—no longer the timid boy she knew from those chat rooms. Hugo has made a complete transformation, and it's a transformation that is now prodding her needful womanhood with a battering ram of a dick.

She groans out through the tape, her whole body quivering in anticipation, but he doesn't wait for her to get ready before he pushes himself through her initial barrier into the warmth within. Devon is a large man, to be sure, but he has nothing on Hugo's size. Her eyes roll back as the horse holds her down, pushing deeper into her, and spreading her so far, she's afraid he'd rip her apart! But even through all of that, she screams out not in pain, but in the wildest pleasure she ever had in her life!

When she awoke, it was to see a fully dressed Hugo with her husband looking over her. The poor horse looks away when she sees him, and he rubs the back of his head. “Are you alright?"

“D… What happened?" Trisha asks, her eyes fluttering as she adjusts to the bright light.

“Well, it seems Hugo got a bit too inspired by something I said and pretty much fucked you until you passed out!"

“Really?" Trisha says, her gasp one of elation. “That's so… that's so amazing. I'm just sad I didn't get to experience it longer!"

“Sadly, you're not going to experience it again," Hugo says, adjusting his collar. “I can't let myself hurt you."

“W… no!" She hops up to her knees, grabbing his shirt. “Hugo. No, you didn't hurt me. It was amazing, I promise!"

He pulls away. “I… I need some time to think about it… I'm… I'm glad you liked it, though."

That day was the last day she had seen Hugo before she was invited to his wedding. He and his hubby looked so happy together, she wouldn't dare ask him to join one of her swingers' parties. But one day, she got a package in the mail, and when she opened it, there it was—the dildo molded in the shape of Hugo's erect horse cock! She ripped the letter open and sighed as she read its contents. “No matter what happens," Hugo wrote, “We will still be friends. I know I can't give you what you want from me, but I can give you the next best thing. My better half thinks its cute, and we hope you find your happiness."

* * *

And what happiness she has. Daydreaming away about her sensual encounter with her best friend has filled the more mature woman with such delight that she doesn't realize just how much her sex drools remembering it. But Rob notices, and he takes the opportunity to increase the pace of his thrusting, the lubrication making it much easier to slide inside of the woman's body.

“Hit the right spot, didn't we?" Rob asks, his words bringing the woman back into the real world.

“Mmm, you have no idea, stud!" she gasps. “Ha… with a guy like you, I'm surprised you two needed my help to begin with!"

He gets bolder, grabbing onto Trisha's leg and lifting it up, turning his host over onto her side as she lays on the bed. He pulls her leg up against his chest and pounds away at her, the sounds of the sloppy hole squelching from how fast he pounds away into her. All the while, his balls smack up against her body, adding just a little bit more sensation to her delight.

Of course, there is no delight more than seeing the Bed Beast have its way with her best girl friend. Dawn must be in a nirvana of her own as the copy of Hugo pushes its way into her mouth. Such an impressive act it is that she is able to open her mouth wide enough to fit the equine head inside. Such anatomy would split an untrained woman apart, for sure, yet there she is, taking it like the goddess she has become. With the phallus safely in her mouth, the Bed Beast sets off to go to work. Large male hands grip harder on her pig tails and grip at her chin, keeping her still for the device as the pistons that run the horse cock whir to life. With no slow wind up, the cock instantly goes to town, thrusting deep into her. The poor woman's cheeks puffing out as she tries to make room for it.

Both women catch each other's eyes, and the look of pure satisfaction on Trisha's face only serves to heighten the unsatisfied desire in Dawn's. To think, only just a few hours ago, she was such a timid sheep. Now, even the highest difficulty of the Bed Beast is not enough to satisfy her. Forget making a goddess. Trisha has made a monster!

The Bed Beast isn't done trying to satisfy itself yet, for more feminine hands make their way up along Dawn's body. Dainty fingers trace over the woman's body, admiring the MILFiness of her form before moving to her sensitive regions. Two sets make their way to her erect nipples, pinching them every so often, just enough so that the sensation of pain and pleasure doesn't wane from overuse, or disappear altogether. Similarly, another set rubs an index finger between her legs, teasing at her clit. The various gizmos and sensors on the Bed Beast tells it when its actions hit the sweet spot, and once her pleasure is at its highest, it keeps up with its ministrations and lets another set of hands show up to tease her more. Next, another set pushes inside of her body, calculating where the g-spot might be just like how the others work on her other erogenous zones.

Though all of this pleasure courses through her, it is not enough for Dawn, not for a long shot. The Hugo continues thrusting against her, going to her throat, but she doesn't even gag anymore. How is that even possible!? A new hand pets over her head and drapes over her face, index and thumb brushing along her nose before pinching it closed.

With all of her airways closed off, Dawn is on a timer before she passes out, and with all the pleasuring that is happening to her, she has less time than she would have normally.

Her jaw screams as it becomes more and more tired from staying open so wide to accommodate the horse, but she keeps on taking it, building her tolerance, increasing how much she can take it.

Meanwhile, the man and woman locked in a rutting fuckfest are treated not to the amazing sight that there is to behold, but to the amazing sounds that come along with it. Saliva and trapped air gurgles and sloshes inside of her. Each thrust coaxes out a little grunt or a groan, each getting higher in pitch as she climbs closer and closer to her most explosive orgasm ever. Little ripping pockets of air come with each thrust inside her, and the slapping of the large horse balls against her chin only add to the symphonic percussion.

And through it all, Dawn finally screams into the orgasm, the feeling exploding all throughout her body, taking her to a state of being that dedicated monks would only ever dream of achieving. As she transcends any physical delight she has felt in the past, Dawn soon collapses onto the bed, all of the devices of the Bed Beast pulling away from her, knowing that their job is done.

Dawn lays on her stomach, a soft groan rising up from her. Her body is covered in sweat, and the sheets between her legs grow dark in the stains of her squirting. That sight there is enough for Rob to unload, shooting streams of sperm deep into Trisha's body before he, too, collapses.

Trisha pulls herself free from Rob, rolling off of the bed and onto the floor. A quick succession of giddy laughter fills the woman as she pulls herself up. Though her legs wobble in excitement, and her pussy spills out Rob's love juice, the host is just getting started with her guests. Oh, what delights could she have Dawn thrust upon her? Perhaps they could scissor each other until midnight, or maybe she could pull out her strap on collection and let the lusty woman go to town with her—maybe even let her do it in her pooper?! Oh, how wonderful it would be to finally have the lover she needs to match her lust. To have a goddess to worship and make her whole.

“Oh Da~wn," she says, her voice trailing into a singing tune.

“Are you ready for your reward now, my lady?"

But as she gazes up at the woman on the bed, Trisha frowns, seeing Dawn had lost her consciousness in all of that amazing sex. She steps around the panting Rob, keeping one hand on the bed as she approaches her would be-lover, and pets her head. She lifts up one of her pigtails and blows out a frustrated sigh. “Perhaps I overdid it… just a little bit?"

She shrugs and says. “Oh well," leaning down over Dawn, pressing her breasts against her back. “Next time, you'll be fully rested, and maybe we can have the whole day, just you and me?"