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Olivia Jones woke up with a start, still clutching her sheets, breathless, her heart pounding against her chest. Her eyes were still semi-vacant, her vision hazy and fuzzy as she tried to open them in the semi-darkness and look around her bedroom wildly.

Everyone was gone.

She frowned and spread her legs under the cotton sheets, feeling a mess between her thighs. "Oh...dammit..." she sighed deeply, bringing her hand down and smoothing it across still-aroused nethers, working the warm, sticky fluid around her folds in circles. "Mmm...oh...God, what a dream..." She practically purred, closing her eyes again and trying to recall the fleeting images in her mind as she masturbated slowly.

She had been on a farm. She could remember that much because of the wide-open expanse of goldenrod and grass, stretching out for seemingly endless miles, ending in a canopy of tall, thick trees leading to a forest. She'd been walking along a long, wide gravel-covered path, making her way towards a huge two-story red barn with white trim, with two thick oak-wood doors wide open. Inside, the permeating scents of her kind filled her nose as she wandered along a row of stables, containing a handsome variety of quarter-horse stallions, ranging from fully black, to brownish reds and chestnuts, palominos, grays, roans and white coats.

She had been admiring the studs when one of the farm workers walked up behind her, and mentioned something about a presentation being prepared for her. She had been amenable, and allowed herself to be led by the hand past the stables and to a large bathing area, complete with a tiled shower floor, and rows of faucets. As she stepped inside, she was asked to undress, and she kicked off her shoes, undid her jeans, slipped off her tied t-shirt, stepped out of her panties, and waiting anxiously.

One by one, the studs from the stables started to file into the shower with her, rugged and brawny, each of them sporting huge and thick arousals like poles between their powerful thighs. As they crowded around her, she was surrounded by their juicy shafts, running her hands over them, getting all of them good and hot and glistening with pre-cum.

She was moaning, wiggling her butt back and forth, letting her companions see how her asscheeks shook, the flesh bobbling and swaying with her tail. She had a sensation of several horse-cocks poking at her body in several places at once, and then the powerful sense of one of the studs trying to enter her pussy immediately, his powerful hands grabbing her breasts demandingly...

...and then she had awakened.

Olivia sighed again, keeping her eyes closed, working her fingers inside of her heat, allowing more of her juices to build up. She thought about the last part of the dream again, the burning image of a hot, hard and heavy horse-cock being shoved mercilessly, deeply into her, the sensation of being forced to hold it...to squeeze it tightly...to not...let go...

The mare cried out and came in a flood before she realized what was happening, enjoying a few quick squirts and gushes that wet the sheets around her. By the time she was over her orgasms, she could barely move, and an hour had passed.

The phone on the nightstand beside her bed jangled and she growled irritably, snatching it up. "Hello?" she muttered, ready to give the assumed-telemarketer a piece of her mind.

Unless he had a hot voice...

"Mom? Hi! It's David..."

"Oh...hi sweetie..." Quickly she sat up in the bed, gathering up the soaked sheets and balling them up between her legs. "What's wrong? Usually I...don't hear from you until the weekend..." She immediately switched to mother-mode, managing a little concern in her tone, while trying to settle her breathing.

"You okay? You sound worn out..."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Just...back from the gym is all...remember? I have a mandatory vacation from the clinic for two weeks."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Well, I just wanted to call to let you know...uh...I'm gonna have someone with me when we come up for July 4th. And before you go nutty on me, she's a really great mare named Diane, a practicing intern here at medical school, and she's really anxious to meet you. I think she could be the one, Mom...I'm serious..."

Olivia smiled, shaking her head slowly. "Well, that's...lovely, son. I'm...very happy for you, I really am, and I can't wait to meet her." She looked at the family pictures on her dresser and sighed. "You're going to be a doctor in two more years. Your father would be so proud of you..." Her violet eyes suddenly welled with tears and she quickly blotted them up. "Will she get along with your sister? You know how Shawna gets when it comes to you."

"Oh Mom, relax...she'll be fine. When's she coming up?"

"Um, the 2nd, I think. She hasn't called to tell me her flight schedule to Richmond International yet though. I suppose she'll let me know late as usual"

"Alright, well, I'll tell her to give you a call this weekend too. Maybe we can all conference-chat on Skype, okay?"

"Oh, I'd love that so much, David. You have no idea how lonesome I am without you guys here."

"I know, Mom. Listen, I better go. I just wanted to tell you about Diane."

"Alright babe...I love you, thanks for calling."

As she hung up the phone, the tears started to flow again, and she lay back in bed, thinking of Mark, her husband now five years dead. The mare started to cry bitterly, her body wracking with sobs.

**

"That'll be six-fifty, ma'am..."

Olivia looked up from the Mare Magazine she was reading in the checkout line, and nodded kindly to the young stallion behind the register. "You know," she chuckled, handing him a $10-bill, "when I was your age and pretty, these things hardly cost three dollars."

The stallion grinned and shrugged, brushing blonde hair out of his eyes. "A little before my time, ma'am. But..." He flushed a little bit, looking over the mare appreciably. Her short, rounded grey muzzle framed deep violet eyes, accented with just enough of a green-blue combination of mascara to make them even more exotic and alluring. Long, feathered white hair spilled over her shoulders in waves, while the very tips were gathered together into a tiny pony tail. The t-shirt she wore sought to accentuate full, if not slightly sagging breasts, with generous cleavage at the top, and the tight jeans practically molded a large, but well-defined and muscular set of asscheeks.

"Well, if I may say so, ma'am," the boy grinned again, giving her a small bag for her purchase, and Olivia could see, within the pony's smock, a raging erection trying to hide. "I think you look just as great now..."

Olivia blushed and dropped her gaze, looking suddenly sheepish as she took her bag. "That is so sweet..." she offered, before hurrying from the store, trying not to look back.

When she got outside into the warm sunshine, she found she could breathe again, and her heart had returned beating normally. She fished out the magazine from her bag before returning to her car, and sat down in the driver's seat with the door open, finishing up the article that had caught her eye earlier entitled "Going Down on the Farm: Why the Old Gray Mares Are Still What They Used to Be". In it, she read about a group of 40-something mares like herself who had gotten in touch with their deep-seeded desires by spending a few days at a refurbished ranch-house and farm in nearby Middleburg, Virginia, learning about and interacting with handsome studs.

She smiled to herself, turning the pages slowly as she read, and then did a double-take. There was a photo on the last page of the article. It showed a bright red, two-story barn with white trim, its large wooden doors wide open, revealing a row of stables stretching all the way to the back. At either side of the barn, a wide expanse of goldenrod and grass spread out of frame.

The image, captured in time, looked exactly like the one from her dream. In the foreground, three lovely older mares posed for the camera, hugging around a handsome shirtless dark-brown quarter-horse stallion, his long, dark hair waving across ripe pectorals.

Olivia touched the photo, tracing the stallion's long muzzle, across his chest and bulging arms. Quickly she flipped through the magazine to the advertiser's section, found the number for the farm, and dialed.

**

Olivia unpacked her small bags on the cozy bed and stretched fully before glancing around the bedroom curiously. Here and there, she saw all the remnants of a quaint and genteel country home. A slowly- spinning windmill clock gave a 15-minute tone, the sound as soft and sweet as the ting of wind-chimes swaying just outside the screened window. A large, hand-loomed quilt on the bed illustrated intricate scenes in a series of patches depicting all manners of country life. On the dresser, she saw family photographs in silver frames, the faces in them bright and cheerful, showing love and happiness. One of them revealed a handsome, strong stud curled up and relaxing in the shade of a tree, wearing nothing but a pair of cut-off jeans that barely suppressed an enormous sex beneath.

As she was looking harder at the photograph of the stud, hoofsteps clopped across the wooden floor, and a kind older mare's head poked into the doorway. "Findin' everythin' a'right, Mrs. Jones?"

Olivia turned and smiled at the caretaker. "Oh yes, thank you so much. This is just lovely, Miss Pressman. And please, Olivia is fine."

The mare grinned. "Well, shoot Olivia, ya'll jest go on and call me "Mama". Ev'ryun 'round 'ere does. I's already got ya a space down'n the kitchen, if ya'll be a might peckish after yer travels. I done round up some mighty fine eggs, toast, some fruit and oatmeal, so ya'll jest come on down when ya gotta hankerin', a'right?" Mama smiled and left, and Olivia listened to her walk down a few doors to welcome another guest.

Mama's Southern Virginia twang was delightful and immediately comforting. She had long since left her country roots when she opted for everlasting love and marriage with Mark Jones in the big city of Richmond, and it was at once refreshing and reminiscent to hear the accent again. She sighed deeply, thinking of Mark again, then shook her head. "Steady, Olivia," she told herself. "Remember why you're here." That thought suddenly sunk into her deeply, and she realized she was already horny.

**

After a good breakfast, she was looking forward to the grand tour. One of the work-horses from the barn, a handsome, blonde-haired, blue-eyed quarterhorse named Ryan, waited outside the house as Olivia and three other mares gathered together and introduced themselves. Olivia herself wore a light blue sundress with no bra, but had decided at the last minute to wear black panties underneath. No sense being too eager and giving away the farm, she had thought, and had a chuckle over the pun.

Ryan smiled and waved to the ladies, beckoning them. "If ya'll lov-ely ladies will jest indulge me, I'll get ya'll introduced to how we stud here at Riverside Ranch. And don't ya'll fret none, ya'll will all have your chance to, ah, experience the process as well..." The mares softly giggled, and one or two flushed, blushing nervously. "Um...let me see here..." Ryan took out a scrap of paper and squinted at it a moment. "Misses Jones?"

Olivia swallowed hard and then raised her hand. Ryan seemed to grin even more. "My, my...you are one sexy mare, if'n I might say." He clopped over to her and stroked her hair. "Mm...No way in Hell's yer single, am I right?"

Olivia replied softly, enjoying just this barest of touches. "I...I am...I'm a widow, actually..."

Ryan's blue eyes widened but then softened again, and he leaned his head forward to give her a warm kiss on the cheek. "My deepest sympathies, ma'am. I'm quite sure he was the most amazin' horse a gal like you could ask fer. Come on, now...you'll be first inside. I's already got the studs ready to be looked at..." He carefully took her hand into his and led the mare over towards the huge stablehouse.

"Go get em, Olivia!" one of the mares shouted, and they all laughed, cheering her on.

As Olivia entered the stablehouse, the memories of her dream suddenly ratcheted high into her consciousness, and she could again smell the strong, permeating scent of equine musk. She took a deep whiff of it, closing her eyes, practically giddy from the smell alone. Ryan squeezed her hand and led her past the rows of stables, until the wooden pathway spread out even further and came out into a large, spacious shower room.

Ryan turned and faced her, taking both of her hands now. "Now, ah, Olivia...that's a gorgeous name, ma'am. Here's where yer gonna meet the studs. At this time, ah...if you could get undressed...? And I'd be right honored if'n ya'll allow me to help ya..." His hands let go of hers, and he lifted one up to press against the swell of breast. Olivia started to shake all over and then nodded, allowing Ryan to reach down to the hem of her sundress and pull it slowly up and over her head. A spill of her white locks spread over her bare breasts, and Ryan gently brushed them away, getting an eye-full of erect, pink nipples surrounded by generous aureolas. "Oh my...you are indeed a sight for this horse. Mmm...wanna see what yer doin' to me, darlin'?"

Olivia, now in just her panties, nodded quietly, swallowing a lump in her throat as Ryan unbuckled his long jeans. "You wanna help me out, ma'am?" He was gentle. It was almost as if he knew what Olivia had been going through. He guided her hands to his hips. "Come on, darlin'," he whispered, "jest pull, and ya'll gonna see somethin'"

The mare slowly pulled down on Ryan's jeans until they dropped to his hooves onto the tiled floor. A pair of shorts underneath sculpted a beautiful horse-cock, as big and thick as she had dreamed, and in its current state, unbelievably hard as it pressed upwards against his stomach. The swollen crown had popped free, and was drizzling pre-cum. Olivia licked her lips, her eyes staring at the impressive package.

"You can touch it if'n ya want to, Olivia," Ryan moved closer to her. "I promise...nothing wild here. No indiscretions. That's what the studs get. But...I just think yer the most beautiful mare I've seen in the longest time and I'd love a chance to make you happy somehow. So...I think...to get you set for your studs, you should have a little bit of fun first. Get used to being with other horses again, am I right, ma'am?"

Olivia slowly nodded, and her hands came down to take the luscious pole of horse-flesh into them, tracing her fingers over the veins and bumps, as if memorizing a map of pleasure. In time, her caresses became strokes, and they then slowly turned into hard tugs. With both hands wrapped around Ryan's cock firmly, she gave him a proper hand-job, and when Ryan begged her to go on, that he was going to cum all over her, she gleefully kissed him hard and deeply, mashing his sex between their bellies and continuing to jerk him off. Ryan shook to the roots of his hooves and then obliged Olivia with a treat of horse-cum, splashing the underside of her breasts and her stomach with his scent in several powerful jerks, until his cum dripped down and gathered around the triangle of her panties in globs.

Ryan's eyes rolled back and he collapsed to his knees, whimpering, and pressing his face to her wet stomach to kiss hard. "Mm...ooooh, my darlin', that was fantastic..." He waited for his heart to slow down, and smiled up at her. "This is why I love ya'll older mares. Ya'll are ev-ry stud's fantasy...no doubt..." He got up to his hooves again and grinned sheepishly, reaching down to get his jeans back around his hips, and Olivia suddenly had the feeling Ryan got to do this quite a lot - sort of a "breaking in" of the visiting mares before the real fun.

Olivia was asked to remove her panties and then to walk underneath one of the showerheads. Ryan showed her how the shower worked with a twist either left or right of the knob for hot and cold water, and watched her take a refreshing shower, especially loving the way the water splashed down her large asscheeks and wet her tailhole and excited netherlips. He couldn't take his eyes off the way her asscheeks tightened, or how her wet, white tail trailed along the back of her legs, nearly hiding a dark blue horseshoe tattoo across her taut right cheek.

"That'll do fine, darlin'," Ryan smiled and came up behind her, running his large hands over her soaked breasts and stroking her nipples. "Now...you jest wait right here'n I'll go round up the studs." He gave her neck a gentle kiss then pulled away, and Olivia turned nervously from the water towards the shower-room entrance, trembling in anticipation.

In a few moments, she could hear a group of clops echoing off the wooden floor, and then saw three built, handsome quarterhorse stallions walk naked into the shower-room. All had smiles as they lined up side by side, and Olivia got a good look at them all. One was deep brown, the color of dark chocolate, sporting beautiful black hair tied up into a topknot, with rugged, powerful arms and biceps. Across his broad chest, she saw a tattoo of Native American design. Next to him was an equally-stunning and built stallion, with a shining ebony coat, and long beautiful dark-brown locks spilling over his coconut shoulders in waves. The last one, Olivia noticed, was a lighter, chestnut color, and he had a dazzling smile that touched deep blue eyes. A lock of strawberry blonde hair strayed over his face and he kept brushing it away, shaking his head and trying to stay at attention.

Olivia stood still, not entirely sure what she wanted to do first. She thought conversation might help. "H-hi...ya'll..." Switching to her rooted Southern twang felt strange and yet natural. "Um...ya'll here to, ah...sh-show a sexy mare a good time?" She padded a few steps closer to them all, not able to take her eyes off the hanging sets of luscious horse-cocks dangling from between their legs.

One of the stallions, the black one, smiled warmly. "If the lovely lady will allow us to..." He spoke quietly, without much of an accent, and the three horses stepped towards her, then surrounded her in a small circle. "Ryan says to treat you with extra attention," he continued, bringing a hand out to caress her cheek. Olivia was nearly lost in the horse's deep green eyes as he stared at her. "So...why don't we get started? We have so much to show you..."

He came forward and tilted his head, meeting her mouth in a deep, soulful kiss, surrounding her tongue with his own and pulling at it, eagerly slipping hers into his mouth to join. Behind Olivia, the dark brown and chestnut stallions pressed against her body, starting to kiss all over her shoulders and back. One hand reached down to her asscheeks, kneading into her warm flesh in slow circles, and Olivia whimpered, her tail instinctively lifting up behind her. Another hand found her ripe, moist netherlips and stroked slowly, slipping an exploring digit into her heat. The mare closed her eyes and moaned as she continued kissing the black stallion, who was now fondling and massaging her heavy breasts, pinching her hard nipples.

Olivia could now feel their cocks, all swollen, heavy and hard wonders of hot flesh poking and pushing up against her from the back and front, and she nearly gasped as her hands reached for each one, one at a time, to caress and stroke. "Oh...m-my...such, hard...hot studs..." she moaned, and each of the horses started to kiss her mouth, one or two deep tonguings at a time. All the while, her hands busied themselves giving her companions slow, massaging strokes up and down their cocks, causing each of the studs to soon whimper.

"Ohhh..." she smiled and nuzzled at them all, her hands still gripped around one of her toys, "Now...ya'll...ya'll are jest so excited, aren't ya? Wanna see what an old mare can do, boys?" She didn't wait for an answer, but slowly knelt on the floor in front of them, turning her attention first to the black stallion's, swollen, throbbing shaft. She nuzzled at the tip at first, her tongue coming out to lap across the slick, glistening crown, and then she opened her mouth wider, parting her lips and eagerly taking half of him, starting to swallow him deep. As the stallion watched, fascinated, Olivia pulled her head back, bending the stud's cock downwards, and then sucked hungrily, taking his whole cock down her throat.

"Uhnnn...oooh..." he panted, his eyes wide, watching the mare looking up at him and swallowing his full length in several noisy gulps. Her throat muscles constricted beautifully around his shaft, tightening around him like wet silk, and within scarcely a minute, he was ready to explode. The other two studs watched as well, moaning, licking their lips, stroking their own cocks hard, anticipating how good she would feel going down on them like this.

The black stallion trembled on his hooves, shaking badly, and his hands reached down, tangling his fingers into Olivia's hair. The mare took one last hard swallow, clamping her lips even tighter around him, and started to bob her head back and forth. Her hand reached up to cup a thick, full testicle and squeeze. As her head started to bob faster, the black stallion lost his senses completely, and with a loud cry of pleasure, his cock burst in her mouth. Olivia felt and then tasted a hard splash of horse-cum against her tongue, and then eagerly clamped her hands around the base of his shaft, pumping loads of cum into her mouth like an out-of-control fire hose. The other two stallions watched, entranced, as their companion emptied into the mare's mouth before she pulled her head away, her mouth filled with cum, and swallowed it whole.

"Mmm...ohhh my goodness..." Olivia wiped her mouth, smiling up at the black stallion, who was still panting hard, dribbling a little cum from the tip. "Mmm...more, honey?" She tugged at the cock a few more times, earning one last jerk of cum that sprayed against her face, and she whimpered, licking it away with a wide swipe of her tongue. Before she could move away, the chestnut stallion stepped forward, eagerly taking Olivia's head and guiding her mouth to his cock.

When she finished with the last stallion, giving the dark-brown stud an equally hot blow-job, she was beyond horny, and painfully in need of relief. Her hand between her legs, rubbing fitfully at her clit, had done nothing to ease the desires. The stallions surrounded her again, helping her to her hooves, and then pressed her back against the shower wall. Behind her, the black stallion eased his cock into her tight, aching pussy, while the dark-brown stallion nestled his own cock as deep as it could go into her ass. The double-penetration sent rockets going off in Olivia's head, and she bore down tightly on both cocks, gyrating her hips to massage them inside of her.

The black stallion slowly sank to the floor on his back, allowing Olivia to ride atop of him, while behind her, the dark-brown stud stayed inside of her ass, grabbing at her hips and guiding her motions up and down on the other stud's shaft. As the chestnut stallion moved close, Olivia was able to turn her head and take his shaft once again into her mouth to suckle, keeping him hard and wet. The black stud suddenly buckled under her, and she felt cum shooting into her pussy. She moaned and bore down even harder on his length, resulting in several hard blasts of cum, and she bounced atop of his cock throughout his climax, riding out his tide until he slipped free of her, spent.

The dark-brown stud pulled free of her ass and quickly took up the position on his back on the floor as the black stallion crawled away, dizzy and out of breath. Olivia squealed with delight as a new cock settled deep into her pussy, and started bouncing again, leaving a wet trail of her juices down the Native American's hips and groin. This time, it hardly took any time at all for the stud to cum. As she felt him starting to let go, she stopped bouncing, instead allowing her inner muscles to clench and release in unison with his shots of cum, and placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. By the time he was done cumming, Olivia was just about done herself. She yanked her hips up, pulled off the dark-brown shaft, and moaned, fingering herself on her knees and spreading down a milky, scented lace of cream across his cock and groin as she came hugely.

The chestnut slid in behind her, gripping her breasts tightly, and thrust his own cock as deep as it could go into her ass. With a loud cry, Olivia grasped at the horse's head behind her and rocked with him, allowing the young stud to slide in and out of her tight tailhole at will. Within a few moments, he too lost control and sent an eruption of hot cum deep into her ass. Olivia cried out and had yet another orgasm, feeling her anal muscles bearing down on the stud's cumming cock as hard as they could. As he pulled away and collapsed to the floor, Olivia herself sank down on all-fours, shivering and weak. In tandem, all three spent studs gathered around her and nuzzled her fondly, taking turns fondling and caressing her wet, glistening fur.

**

Olivia folded and put away the last few clothes into her bags and took one last look around the bedroom, as much to enjoy the tranquility and décor, as to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. She was just heading out the door when Mama met her with a bundle of homemade tarts, biscuits and brownies in a container.

"Oh Mama," Olivia chuckled, nearly dropping the gift, "You didn't have to do this. I'm going to get fat as it is."

The older mare laughed. "You don' worry none 'bout yer figger, Liv, believe me. Yer one of the nicest mares we've had visit. And it'd be a right and proud honor to see ya darken our doorway again someday. Oh...that reminds me! Afore yer leavin' us, got another gift fer ya. Ryan's waitin' to talk to ya."

"Ryan? What does he want?"

Mama's blue eyes twinkled behind her glasses. "Well, ya'll jest gonna have to go find out..."

**

Olivia primped herself in the mirror quickly, looking at herself in the deep blue tied shirt and dark red jean shorts, then smiled brightly before answering the doorbell, opening the front door to her son's smiling face. "David! Hi! You're late, young man!" She laughed and gave the young horse a tight hug, then smiled at the beautiful dark-haired, green-eyed mare beside him. "And you must be Diane! Oh, it's so lovely to meet you! You're even more beautiful than David told me...come in, come in!" She practically pushed them inside. "We're just getting the food out. Got lots of great stuff!"

David watched, a little taken aback, as his mother swayed her hips in time to a thump of country music coming from the den, and led them inside the kitchen, where a young blonde stallion, looking handsome in tight faded jean cutoffs and a light blue cutoff t-shirt, was slicing up bits of fruit into a large bowl.

"Uh...hiya," David nodded to the young horse, who returned the nod with a grin.

"Howdy, David. Nice to meet yer acquaintance. Name's Ryan. I'm a...friend of yer mom's."

David nodded again, a little stunned. "Uh, yeah, okay. Well, nice to meet you too." He watched as Olivia smiled and nuzzled Ryan, her violet eyes warm and filled with happiness, then he started to grin as the two slipped their arms around one another and kissed fully, forgetting the fruit bowl they were preparing to hug tightly.

To be honest, David had never seen his mother looking so happy.

And so young...

END