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5:

"Four miles on the nose." Alan noted as the mail box with the correct numbers came into view. Turning in the dirt drive, the human said to his canine passenger, "Geeze! His driveway is a good half mile long." Alexis pulled her head inside the car briefly, gave her human lover a quick lick on his cheek before returning to the all important task of identifying all the new smells. Alan had spent most of that Sunday measuring and looking online at bar equipment sites, trying to figure what he needed to get the old brass beer taps working again. Between drinking coffee and fork fulls of pancakes, man he loved the big grill he could make a perfect stack of pancakes in no time, the barkeep finally zeroed in on what size and model he needed to look for. Hearing toe nails in the upstairs kitchen, Alan knew his, 'Queen of the Comforter' was up and eating her breakfast. The human had spent a good hour when they awoke, making his Great Dane moan, wiggle and squirm, as he brought her to one orgasm after another. Using only his tongue and lips, but not his cock, as they normally would do on lazy Sunday mornings. "Wouldn't do to have her dripping cum while they were at Tom's ranch this afternoon." he thought. Finishing up his own brunch just in time to hear Alexis clicking down the steps. Pouring himself another cup, the human turned just as his Dane walked into the kitchen. "Now you know you are not suppose to be in here." he told the quivering nose. "Go lay down, I'll let you out in 20 minuets, I don't want you to bloat because you went out running around too soon after eating." The Dane gave a snort and shook her head before going to 'her' spot on the little raised platform. Alan sat looking at ornate 'pulls'. The handles that went on the beer taps to make them turn on and off. Turned exotic woods, faux ivory, carved stag heads, and draft horses. After waiting the required time the duo walking to the back door and went out into the warm afternoon air. Across a small porch, down the old wooden two steps and in a flash the Harlequin was zooming across the big open field heading for that huge tire. The Dane made two loops around it before slowing to a walk and started looking for some place to do her chores. Alan looked glumly at the black hulk a good two hundred yards out in the field. "Not going to do anyone much good out there." he thought. "Traffic can't really see it." The barkeep had asked Ralph if he could move it closer to the bar, but the burly tow truck owner, flat refused. The 'painting it to look like a spaceship' idea was dying quickly. The human sat on the porch and watched his beloved Great Dane as she ran about the field. Her tongue panting farther and farther out of her mouth. When Alan figured it hung out far enough out, he called to her back. "That's enough for now." he told her. "You'll have plenty of run time this afternoon out at Tom's ranch." Back inside the bar owner checked over the liqueur stock, counted cases of beer stacked in the back, looked at the food stocks, and finally sat down to try to come up with new ideas for the bar's menu. Just then the phone rang. Pushing the 'talk' button he answered the device. "Oh howdy".... "Ok I'll check", Alan got up and went to the kitchen. Looking behind the sacks of potatoes, he went back to the phone. "Yea it's there".... "I need to be someplace by six".... "Ok, see you in an hour." the barkeep hung up the phone, took another look at his note pad and sighed... "Well maybe Jenny will have some ideas." he muttered. Turning to his computer Alan look through some of his favorite web pages. About an hour later, the front door to the bar was pushed open and a stocky women, with dark complexion bounded in. "Jenny!" the barkeep clicked off the monitor, "You forget something last night?" The lady started to say something but was stopped by Dane head suddenly leaning on her thigh. Reaching down she petted the big Great Dane. "I still can't get over how big she is." Jenny remarked. Alan noted that she always seamed to have a smile on her face. "Yea.. I stuck my purse behind the potatoes and promptly forgot about it." Walking past Alan she went into the kitchen and quickly returned waving the small black leather bag in the air. "I'm so used to not being able to trust anybody over at Denny's... I hid it." "Well you've only worked here two days, I can certainly understand caution." the bar owner replayed. "Oh.. You want your pay check now?" Jenny thought for a bit. "Naw.. I'll get it Friday's when I come in." Alan nodded, "Good enough... Oh." The bar owner slid open a drawer. "Here's a W-2 for you to fill out, you can bring that with you on Friday too." Taking the offered paper the woman folded it and stuck it in her purse. Alan picked up his note pad... "You used to run your own place. You got any ideas for food we can offer?" laying the pad back down he continued, "And don't make it too hard, I have to cook it when you're not here." Jenny thought for a moment... "Well I still have some of my old menus from the dinner, I'll bring one along Friday." Alan suddenly remembered something.. "Oh say, Tom said you made some 'damn good pies', when you had the dinner. If you want, you can bake some to bring in here. I'll let you keep all the money we get selling 'em." Jenny's eyebrows shot up. "You would!" The bar owner nodded, "Well I'm not really paying you a that much... but there would probably be some; 'spoilage'". Alan smacked his lips. The lady laughed, "Yea.. I bet." Again the Great Dane insisted on attention. "My boys would go nuts over you." the lady exclaimed, as she rubbed an offered ear. "Well bring 'em by sometime." Alan said proudly. "Hell No!"... "I got enough trouble with them wanting a dog all the time. I'd never hear the end of it." Jenny looked up at her boss and saw he looked a little crestfallen at her statement. "Not that she's not a nice dog, but with two boys and a girl... Well I don't think I could handle a big dog on top of everything else." Alan said he understood.. "How about one of those Basset Hounds like Tom has?" Jenny gave a short laugh, "Hah! that wouldn't be 'macho' enough for my boys. They want a Rottweiller." It was Alan's turn to laugh, "Yes.. how stupid of me." Looking at her watch the lady remarked. "Well you said you was wanting to be someplace at six o'clock, it's nearly a quarter till. You got far to go?" The bar owner shook his head, "Nope. Alexis and me got invited out to Tom's ranch for some real Texas Bar-B-Que." Jenny's face lit up, "Now say.. Ol' Tom makes some dang good Bar-B-Que. He used to bring me in some once in a while." Giving one last scruff to the Dane's head she headed for the door. "Tell that skinny ol' fart, I said 'hello'". Tom must have seen the dust cloud of Alan's Roadmaster, for he was standing next to an open gate to his fenced in yard. Slowly the bar owner rolled up to the Texan. Alan learned early on, that one slows down on a dirt road before you get to your destination, so you don't get engulfed in your own dust cloud. Stopping next to Tom, Alan stuck his head out of the window. "Jenny says 'Hello'" "Jenny?" Tom asked. "Yea, she forgot her purse at the bar last night and stopped by just before we left." Alan explained. "Well come on in, the Bar-B-Que is all ready." Tom wave his hand towards the back of the house. A while later, the two men sat at a picnic table with a pile of bones between them and several empty beer bottles. The two bitches lay on the ground, rumps pointing towards the table, panting from all the exercising they did. Alexis running from one new scent to the next. Sadie, with her short legs bounced along behind, arriving at the spot the Great Dane was sniffing, just in time for her to take off for the next one. Opening a fresh cold one, Tom took a long drink. Looking over at Alan, the Texan seamed to square his shoulders a bit and spoke. "I didn't know it took so long for Great Danes to go out of heat." He then watched the barkeep for his reaction. Alan stiffened slightly, looked over to the two resting bitches, then back to Tom. Trying to read something in the other man's face. After a very long pause the younger man spoke. "I could ask the same questions about Basset Hounds." The Texan kept his eyes locked on Alan's... Nodded once and said. "Well there you have it... Just two animal fuckers eating Bar-B-Que." Alan broke into a grin, "Damn good Bar-B-Que at that." The two men traded life stories. Alan told about growing up in a small farming town in Indiana, and the first time he was with an animal. A pony mare, that belonged to a neighboring farm, the family had gone out of town for a few days. And the young man was asked to look after the few animals they had. The barkeep admitted he thought about sex, and sex with critters a lot back then. He too had been 'taught' about the birds and the bees by horses and goats. And had seen his share of porn with moaning women and well hung men. But they never fired his lust the way movies of horses mating, or better still, guys fucking critters. So the young Alan didn't need much of an invite from the pony. She was in heat and 'winked' at the boy a few times, that was all it took before he was in the barn with the mare, naked, balls deep in pony pussy. Alan told the Texan that he later in life, looked back and wondered if some male member of that family had been shagging that little mare. Because she seamed to know more about humans fucking mares then he did at the time. Then it was Tom's turn. Alan had to keep reminding himself to close his mouth, because it would hang open as he heard about the 'Wilson family curse'. And how his Uncle Henry had helped him. Tom went inside for a few moments and returned with a cheap little photo album. And handed it to Alan. The barkeep looked through the photos, that looked like they dated from the 'film' days of photography. A big burly man showing off his eleven inch dick with a ruler held next to it. The same man, well all you could see was that huge dick in most of 'em, but Alan figured it was Uncle Henry, with his monster cock inside various animals. Horses, Ponies, Donkeys, Cows... The last photo was of a 'Texas Longhorn' cow, looking at the camera, standing out in a field. Her back slightly bow up, and Uncle Henry standing on a large block of wood leaning against the bovine's rump. Naked, but for his cowboy boots, a big grin, and a hat he was waving. Alan laughed while pointing at the last photo. "Looks like one of those, 'Come Visit Texas', tourism photos." The barkeep handed the album back and remarked, "I see where your brother Frank got his size." "But not his dick, I inherited that." Tom corrected. After the Texas returned from putting the album back in the small ranch style house. He suggested to his friend they, 'walk off' some of their dinner. The sun was low and the air was cooling off, so it made walking pleasant. The two bitches followed along, finding new things to sniff at. Tom showed Alan around. Pointing at the big pastures with about 30 head of fat white cattle. "There's where your, 'Intergalactic Road kill', comes from." The barkeep nodded and followed along to a pasture that wasn't nearly as big. A good three dozen goats with white bodies and red heads and necks ran over to the two men. "Meat goats, that's getting to be a big market around here." Tom explained." Going into a small cement block building, the Texan returned with a bucket filled with grain. Dividing it up between several feed troughs. The goats swarmed the troughs like they hadn't eaten in weeks. A sea of white bodies, red heads buried in the feed. "You could feed nine times a day, and they'd still act like that." The rancher said. "Yea, the dairy goats I had were pretty 'feed crazy' too." Offered Alan, who couldn't help but notice all the bright pink tooshies under the upturned tails, waving up at him as the goats nearly stood on their heads to get the last morsel of feed. "They all go to market?" Alan wondered aloud. "Well I keep the good bucks and a few 'special' doe's." Tom said with a wink. Then came the paddocks with herd of small donkeys and two Dexter 'mini-cows', that mooed loudly at their approach. "There's a fellow over by Austin that has a herd of those Dexters." The Texan offered. "I got one, but she kept standing at the fence bawling to the big cattle all the time, so I got another." The duo, with dogs in tow, moved on and came to the second paddock, this time with four ponies. Which promptly came over and stuck their noses over the fence to get petted. A brown and white paint, another paint with black and white markings, a dapple dark gray, and one all black. Being low to the ground, Alan couldn't be sure, but he didn't see anything 'swinging', so he figured them all to be mares. Alan reached out and was petting the all black one when Tom said. "That's Beauty, she's about the friendliest mare in the bunch." Pointing to a low shed out in the paddock he continued. "You'll find everything you'll need in there. I haven't been with her for a week, so I imagine she has an itch she'd probably would like you to scratch for her." And with that announcement, the Texan turned and started walking back toward the watching cow in the other paddock. Stopped, and turned around to face Alan again. "Tinker-bell is in heat, I need to attend to her. Oh you better leave your Dane outside here, wouldn't want her to get kicked." Tom winked and smiled as he started walking away again. Alexis whined at being left outside the gate, as Alan walked into the pasture. All four ponies followed him to the shed, but as foretold, the black mare followed the closest. The shed was a tin roof affair with plywood covering three sides and part of the fourth. Inside, the shed had a large open area that was blocked off from the rest of the shed by a low wooden wall with a gate in the middle. On a post that the gate was latched to, was a light switch, that turned on lights deeper in the shed. Opening the gate, Alan, followed closely by Beauty, went into the aisle the ran between two small stalls. Again the black mare walked into one of the stalls when Alan opened it's door. Looking around, the bar owner saw that he was shielded from view from anyone outside the shed. Spotting some wooden pegs on the wall and a little shelf, he went over to them. Sure enough, there was a small bottle of lube on the shelf. Alan figured the pegs were for his clothes and quickly started to hang is t-shirt and cargo shorts on them. Leaving the lube for a little later, Alan turned back to the pony that was waiting for him to get done disrobing. In the dim light of the shed, Alan marveled how her coat shone. "Ol' Tom really takes good care of you, doesn't he?" he spoke in low tones to the animal. Though it's been a few years since his last equine encounter, the knowledge of where they liked to be scratched quickly guided his hands. Before long he was at her rump, watching her tail lift and rubbery black vulva wink 'pink' at him. Dropping to his knees the human first lightly ran his fingers over the soft lips. Seeing that the pony didn't shy away from his intimate touch, he continued to explore the black nether lips of the mare. Alan was never one to pull and stretch at a mare's vulva, but he did gently part it, just enough to see the pink, fading to red, of her vagina. Alan rubbed his face on the soft lips and soon his tongue was darting between them. "Mmmm.." The man voiced his pleasure at the 'mare taste'. Running his tongue up and down her winking slit, he savored the moment. Taking his time he worked his way down to her clitoris, timing his licks to it's thrusting motions as it winked in and out making soft squishing sounds. The human felt the mare push slowly back, pushing her rump into firm contact with his face. The bar owner chuckled a bit when he remembered the first mare that trapped him between her and the stall wall. Feeling her tail swish over his head, and seeing her standing in the 'saw horse', 'fuck me' pose, Alan figured the mare wanted to move on to the main event. Standing up he quickly stepped to the little shelf and plucked up the lube bottle. Squirting some on his fingers, he applied the slick stuff to his erection. Soon all seven inches glistened in the dim light, as he strode back to the pony's black rump. Grasping himself with his hand, and making sure there were no stray tail hairs, Alan ran his circumcised glans up and down the soft nether lips of the pony mare. On her next wink, he entered her slowly, pushing past the thick rubbery vulva to slide deeply into the luxuriant grasp of her warm equine cunt. He could feel her clit pushing out to meet his balls as they pressed up against her still winking sex. With long slow thrusts, Alan felt the mare's slick tunnel slide around his receding cock, then devouring it back into her depths each time the human hilted himself in the warm embrace of her pussy. Slowly building up speed, Alan was soon driving himself into the animal with powerful strokes. Hands lightly grasping her rump. Beauty, with her front legs braced, was pushing back firmly against the human's forceful fucking, trying to get more of his hard cock to enter her. Head lowered the mare enjoyed the extended mating of this human stallion. Squeezing herself around the hard thrusting cock, she felt her excitement rising within her. Her sensitive clit getting pummeled by the human's full ball sack was making sparks shoot through her loins. Soft muffled slapping sounds filled the small shed as the human fucked the beast, his loins buffeting the pony's rump in a steady bestial rhythm. Alan had his eyes closed and chin against his chest, as he savored the feel of his cock plowing into the willing animal. Stroke after stroke, the human drove toward his release. His cock a blur as he pounded the soft pony flesh. Her tail held high and to one side, it's long hairs brushed against his thigh as they worked to drive the man's cock repeatedly into the warm lush tunnel of the mare. Beauty gave a groan and the human felt warm fluid splash against his balls. Muscles rippled in her mare cunt, sucking and pulling on the human's throbbing shaft. Then the man's fucking became erratic as his own loins began to tighten. Suddenly Alan's hands were pressing firmly on each side of the mare's rump, helping to pull the human's cock deeply into her juicy sex. Pent up semen from this morning's denied release roared through the man's penis and jetted forcefully out of his piss slit. Long ropy ejaculate squirted into the depths of the mare's milking cunt. Followed by another blast of cum washing over the first.. And another. Then they were less powerful as the man's climax eased. Alan's hands pressed on the mare's back as he held himself up. Legs shook as the last of his human seed dribbled from his softening cock into the equine. The powerful orgasm was replaced by a warm feeling spreading through out the man. The two parted with a soft but obscene slurp. Beauty stood with her tail still held high enjoying her own after glow. The man staggered back over to a low wall, his breathing heavy as he looked at the black mare. He watched, in the dim artificial light, as a long white streamer of his cum slowly ooze from her black lips, that still winked lazily from time to time. Looking down Alan saw he had his own thin string of jizz stretching towards the ground. His limp cock shown wetly from their combined fluids. "Alexis is going to wear out her nose smelling me tonight." Alan told the pony, but he only got a head shake in response.