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In the stable where the five horses lived was a den they had fashioned into a sort of man cave. There was a dartboard hooked onto the wall and a scoreboard along with it. An old TV hung in the upper right corner, usually playing a sports channel. There was a pool table, a rack of sticks, and a mini fridge stocked with beers and sodas for their enjoyment. After a day of working hard they liked to cool off with a few drinks and a game or two of cards or pool. If there was a game on TV, small bets would be made. Nat was usually in front of the dart board, throwing darts with a steady [i]thuk[/i]. Amidst the din of conversation and laughter was a perpetual haze of cigarette smoke. Topics were the usual when hard working men grouped together in the absence of women: sports, stories, politics, crazy things they've seen, women they've fucked.

So it was a big shock when Carmella waltzed into the place so nonchalantly one night, acting like she was a regular there. Larry and Matthew were playing cards. Nat was in front of the dartboard. Jim and Willard were on opposite couches facing each other, watching a basketball game. The first thing she noticed was the raunchy stench of tobacco and man. In that relatively small den with all five stallions there she felt incredibly small. Regardless, she was on a mission, and carried onwards like there was nothing to be worried about.

Larry, who was facing the door she came in through, noticed her first. He looked up from his hand of cards and jerked in his seat. “Carmella!" Everyone, at once, turned to look. Nat was in mid-throw. His dart missed the dart board wildly and clattered off the wall and down to the wooden floor. All ten eyes were on her. “What brings you here?" Larry asked, trying his best to remain undeterred.

Carmella brushed their stares off. “Thought I'd join you fellas for some company. I've never been in here before. Thought I'd have myself a look." She glanced over at Willard. He seemed no more perturbed than anyone else. “Mind if I join you fellas?"

Altogether they lightened up and smiled at her. Each one of them invited her in with a polite inward wave. Jim scooted on his couch, creaking the frame with his immensity. He patted the open cushion with his giant hoof hand. “Have yourself a seat!"

She accepted the invitation and strutted inside. She sat next to Jim. The ragged cushion was hot where he had been sitting on it. Sitting next to such a behemoth made her feel even more petit. She looked up at the TV, then around at the available activities. “I hope I'm not ruining any festivities you got going on in here," she said with a straightened back and jutted bosom.

She certainly had put a stop to whatever they had been up to, but none of them minded, not with the skimpy outfit she had on. “Oh no ma'am. Not at all. We're always lucky to have you around," said Matthew, already having forgotten about his card game with Larry.

“I'll say," concurred Jim, looking down at the human beauty he was currently dwarfing.

Carmella smiled cutely. “Glad to hear. What is it y'all do here all day? Watch TV? Play cards?"

“More or less," Larry said. “Ain't too bad. We got stuff to keep us entertained."

“Think I can entertain you fellas?"

That piqued their interest. “Why, you certainly can," said Jim. “You got something for us?"

Carmella smirked. [i]You have no idea.[/i] “Nothin' yet. I just know how hard you boys work for my daddy. Thought you deserved some special company." She grabbed her pigtail and twirled it with her finger.

The men shared a look. “Well, any day with you in here is special. Why haven't you come here sooner?" asked Jim. He sounded like he had only just recently been made aware of her revealing wardrobe and close proximity.

“Well, I know you big, strong men like being around here in your boys only club. I didn't wanna ruin it," she said with a downwards look riddled with faux guilt.

Matthew scoffed. “Shoot. It's a damn sausage fest in here, in case you haven't noticed. Some female company is more than welcome."

She smiled. “I bet it is." She looked over at Willard. “Do any of the ladies in the barn come visit y'all?"

If Willard was caught off guard by that question, he didn't betray it. He just shook his head. “No, I wish." The rest of them agreed.

“Ain't none of them want nothin' to do with us," said Nat, going back to practicing his dart toss.

“Aw, that ain't true," Carmella said. “Some of them got to have a likin' for you handsome fellas."

They laughed bashfully. “Handsome? Is that what'd you call us?" Jim asked.

She looked up at him sincerely. “As a matter of fact, yes, I would."

“Well, thank you. That's awfully sweet comin' from a pretty girl like yourself."

She batted her eyes playfully and stretched her fingers down her knees. “Why, thank you. I'm sure big strong men like you fellas have to bat the women away with sticks." Then she reached out for Jim and groped his bicep. It was like grabbing onto a small boulder. It didn't give way beneath her fingers. The fur was coarse but soft. Excitement buzzed through her arm and tightened her tummy. She liked that. She liked that a lot.

Jim wasn't sure how to react. “Well… Thanks." He eyed where her hand remained clamped to his arm. A second later she realized how long she had kept it there, then quickly retracted it.

“Are all horses as big as you fellas?" she asked while trying not to think of Willard, who was still just a few feet away.

“Not all of 'em." Larry said. “We come in all shapes in sizes. Like dog breeds, ya know? We're the working kind, others are fast, some are small and good for carryin' stuff. Us? We can lift big stuff like your daddy needs us to."

She scanned the room around her, eying each of their impressive physiques. Naturally she wondered what lay beneath their drawers. She just had to get them off first. “Yeah, I can see that. What else about horses is there to know?"

Again, the men shared a look. What was there to know? “I don't know. What do you mean?" Matthew dared to ask.

“You know, secrets." She looked up at Jim with her best innocent face. “What about horses do people not know a lot about?" Silence followed. That was a loaded question if there ever was one. It didn't take a psychologist to figure out that she wanted them to tell her something she already knew about. Some of them had an idea, but they didn't dare say it. She goaded them further. “I've heard a few things. I wanna know if they're true."

And then they understood. The men who worked hard every day, breaking sweats and hardening their bodies, suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Almost none of them could look at her, only around the room, anywhere but where she sat. It was dreadfully quiet, with only the hum of the TV game there to offer any relief from complete silence. Willard was the bravest of them all, apparently oblivious to what she was hinting at. He asked, in his jaunty Dutch accent, “What did you hear?"

She looked him in the eye. “That horses are… ya know… really big down there."

“Whoah," said Matthew.

“Ah," went Larry.

Jim shifted in his seat.

Nat pretended like she wasn't there, though his aim was decisively off for the next few throws.

Only Willard maintained his calm demeanor. “Yes, we are. We have big cocks, you know?"

Jim's head snapped up. He scowled at him. “Will…" he began.

Carmella placated him with a hand on his thigh. “No no no, it's OK. I'm a big girl. I know what all that stuff is." She smirked up at him. “I'm not innocent, you know."

Jim hastened to correct himself. “No, I didn't think you were. I just don't think we should talk about that in front of a lady."

“Why? I asked about it."

“Yeah… but…"

Carmella thought it was too cute seeing such a big man getting flustered. She patted his knee. “It's OK. I was just curious, is all. Besides…" She leaned back into the couch, making her tits jiggle in her shirt. “I know you boys like looking at my body. I catch every one of you doin' it every day," she said with a proud smirk.

It broke the tension. Matthew grinned like an idiot. “Sorry, but there's a hell of a lot to look at."

“I'll say," Larry added.

“Shit… I can't lie," Jim chuckled, staring straight down into her cavernous cleavage.

Nat wasn't playing darts anymore. He was turned towards her fully, ogling her tits. “I think that's because you do everything you can to show them off," he said.

“Yes, they're very nice," Willard added at last.

Carmella blushed. Her cheeks dimpled with a smile. “Y'all are too kind." Her hand crept up her bare trunk to where her shirt was tied in front of her chest. Her index finger hooked on the knot. “Somethin' tells me you boys want to see more." They went motionless. They stared at her, anxiously awaiting for what came next. Without a word, she tugged at the knot, unraveling it and letting the shirt fall. Down came her enormous breasts, unhindered by any bra. They fell into shape, beautifully round and cumbersome. Her nipples were like halves of a grapefruit, centered by enormous beads. Reactions were mixed, ranging from quick turns of the head to eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Jim was fortunate enough to be the closest, a bewildered smile on his face. “Well… This ain't how I pictured this night going."

None of them did. They were stuck where they were, gawking at her explosive chest. Even those who had looked away couldn't fight its inexorable draw. She felt their collective stair like a brush of cold needles. Her nipples got hard, forming a tight cone of pink surrounded by a constellation of tiny bumps. Their exposure revealed her intention. [i]Any of you boys want to fuck me? You're more than welcome to.[/i]

She needn't persuade them much further. The desire was there in full, making their penises stiffen in their jeans. The question was, who had the balls to act first? She let that question marinate while she shrugged off the rest of her shirt. “You know, it ain't no accident how I let you boys check me out the way you do. I dress this way on purpose."

Matthew gulped and made an uneasy chuckle. “Lookin' at you now, you don't seem too dressed."

“No, I reckon I'm not." She looked around at them, meeting their uncomfortable gazes one at a time. “You boys can do the same, if you want. I don't mind. Show me what you stallion boys got packin'."

“You mean… Right here?" Larry asked.

Carmella shrugged. “Here, in one of your rooms, it don't matter." She crossed her leg over the other. “Wherever's the most comfortable."

Nat, who was standing with his torso bent forward at an awkward angle to spare her the sight of his growing cock bulge, lifted an eyebrow. “Does your dad know you're doing this?"

Carmella shot him a similar look. “Does he have to? I'm a grown woman. I can lay with who I please. Besides, he's off the property. You boys should know that."

They did, and it looked like whatever Carmella planned on doing with them they could get away with. The risk still lingered, however. Getting caught fucking your boss's daughter would get you fired at best, a bullet in the head at worst. Willard seemed to be totally oblivious to any of that, and stood up from his couch. “OK. If you want to do it, we can." He walked past Nat as casually as moving out of someone's way in a hallway. He approached her and extended his hoof. Jim stared at him in shock. Carmella couldn't take her eyes off of him. “Do you want to go to my room?"

Her heart started to pound. She laid her hand in his. “Yeah. Let's go." She stood up. He closed his fingers around hers, letting her feel how rough and calloused they were. She smirked at the other men. “Any of you boys want to join? Open invitation."

It was only a few seconds' wait. Matthew hooted. “Well shit. I ain't one to pass on an opportunity like this!" He scooted his chair back and waltzed over, his tail swishing behind him gaily.

Larry just shook his head. “Fuck. Here I go." He pushed his squat body out of his chair and followed.

There was a loud creaking sound as Jim stood up from the sofa. “Come on, sweetheart. Let's do you right."

That left Nat, who remained standing where he had been the entire time. His arms were crossed. His usual nonchalant stare was on his face. That broke once he noticed everyone looking at him. “What?" he asked. “You want me to join too?"

Carmella nodded. “It wouldn't be the same without you."

Nat sighed reluctantly, a very different signal from the fat erection pressing into the crotch of his jeans. “Alright. Who am I to say no?"

Carmella reached out for his hoof and squeezed it. “Thanks a bunch. I promise you won't regret it~" She then pulled herself into him and smooched his jaw.

Even he couldn't fight back a smile. “Thanks. I don't think I will."

So they left the den for the staircase leading to the second floor where Willard's room was. Willard led the way, followed by Carmella, then a trampling throng of hunky men waiting to have their turn on the ass hovering in front of them. She could feel their stares, enticing her to walk up the steps with a very exaggerated sway of the hips. Most of her attention was on Willard and his impressive physique. He may not have been the biggest of the five, but his lustrous black coat and handsome face meant she liked looking at him the most. Plus, he had a really thick ass. She couldn't wait to get acquainted with it, a sentiment shared by the men ogling her own plush posterior.

They made it to the top floor then rounded the hallway to Willard's room. He opened the door, and the five of them filed through. The room was small, at least for a towering workhorse like Willard. There were no decorations other than a few pictures of himself and family on the walls and dresser. A window looked out into the farm, currently lit by a pale half moon and a few outdoor lamps. It was the only light she could see before Willard clicked the light switch. Carmella turned around and was greeted by a brick wall of muscle that formed a semicircle in front of her. They looked cramped together in that small room, especially as they fought for a front row look at her body which she suddenly remembered was mostly nude. She clasped her hands in front of her thighs, feeling bashful. “So… Who's first?"

They thought for a moment. Each of them was raring to go, something that was obvious thanks to their hellaciously swollen crotches. None of them was so rude as to grab the first dib. Willard spoke up. “You choose."

She was afraid someone would say that. “OK. Ummm…" She too thought it rude to choose any of them over the other. “Tell you what. Why don't y'all get naked with me while I think."

They seemed to like the sound of that. “Sure thing," Jim said, then lifted his boot to pull one of the laces. The men spread out as sparsely as they could to have some room to undress. Carmella was at the very center, next to the bed, watching greedily. First their boots would thump to the floor. Then their hats, then their shirts. She was amazed by the fecundity of their trunks, each one marked by a remarkable presence of muscle. Then their pants came off. Their underwear couldn't do much to hold back the scale of their endowments. The cups of their underwear looked especially large, no doubt a design for their equine phalluses. Even so, they seemed inadequate to contain anything those men wielded.

They didn't have to much longer. The men dropped their drawers to their ankles and let fly their phalluses. Seeing Willard's from afar and behind the crook of a tree failed to give Carmella an accurate estimate of how big it really was. Now she was within a very intimate distance, one that let her grasp just how insane reality was. Willard's cock was huge, hung down to his knees, wrapped in a wild web of thick veins like a bodybuilder's arm. He wasn't the only one. The other men were just as big, if not bigger. Determining which one was the biggest was redundant. They possessed certain girths, lengths, and weird charms that distinguished them.

Jim's penis met the expectations set up by the rest of his huge body. It was a fat cylinder of charcoal gray that swung between his thighs like a wrecking ball. More fitting that analogy were his orbs which sat in a fat pouch beneath the root. Matthew's was the same size, but seemed much bigger thanks to his small stature. The skin color was much lighter and mottled with pink splotches that began out of his intermedial ring, a feature all five of them had. Nat was the only one of them already fully erect, making him stand out from the rest. It was as black and proud as the man himself, flaring at the tip and drooling musty precum. Lastly, Larry succeeded in making the status quo. He was not especially long, but by God was his thick, looking more like a flaccid club than anything that could be described as a body part. Out of everyone's, his filled Carmella with the most trepidation.

Mostly, though, she was filled with incredible excitement. She shook on her feet, hands folded over her pounding heart. Her face was on fire, as were her loins. She wanted badly to tear off her shorts and spread herself out on the bed so that they could ravish her. However, like a prey animal in the presence of a predator, she remained frozen, unable to do anything but gawk at the many gargantuan dicks huddled around her, ready to lay siege to her womanhood.

Once again, Jim was the closest to her. He sensed her hesitation and stepped closer. “Here, now. Lemme help you." With gentle hooves he grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on the edge of the bed.

“Thanks…" She fanned her face. “Woo! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

The fellas laughed, easing much of her tension. As Jim chuckled, his cock bounced just a foot away from her face. She noticed for the first time its smell, something musty and archaic like the earth. It made her chest swell as she inhaled more of it. Her cunt began to ache exigently. “I think we might be the source of that," Jim quipped. He smiled down at her. “Want me to help you relax?"

Carmella gulped, then nodded. “Yes, please."

“Alright, now do me and the boys a favor and take off them drawers."

She grinned. “Please, you should know by now that I'm not wearing any drawers."

Everyone else went “Ooooh!"

“Well, OK then. Why don't you prove it to us?"

“Gladly~" She kicked her legs out straight and pulled her shorts down her thick legs, revealing her freshly shaved pubis and slitted womanhood, currently moist with arousal. She scooted back to the center of the bed, making everyman's head track with her. She laid on her back, rested her hands above her scalp, then opened her legs to present her precious pink cunny. “Proof enough?"

Jim's penis had achieved full staff. “Why, yes it is." He kicked his knee onto the bed. It moaned beneath his weight, but managed to hold. He got on all fours between her legs, leering his chunky horse face over her loins. His nostrils flared, absorbing the sweet aroma. “Why, Ms. Carmella, somethin' tells me you're awfully ready to get fucked."

She squirmed her feet. “Mmmm, what gave you that idea?"

“A little birdy told me~" He slid his enormous, feathered hooves up beneath her thighs and gripped them. From that contact alone she could feel how strong he was. His long, burly snout came down and pressed into her cunt. He gave it a kiss.

“Huhhhhh…" Carmella's chest rose with her gasp. Her plush lips opened into an O. Her hands swung down over her face and gripped Jim's enormous head. “Oh fuck… Yes~" He kissed her flower a few more times before he lifted his face and produced his tongue. It slung down and graced the very outer rim of her pussy, earning yet another gasp. More followed as he looped it into a tiny lemniscate. That was enough to make Carmella squirm like a wounded snake. She grabbed onto his ears and scratched at his mane. Moans heaved from her without any control. That wormy muscle venturing deeper into her cunt was like a beacon of such bliss that she nearly forgot the other four men waiting their turn to make their own introduction to her pussy.

Jim smiled around his probing tongue. He stopped after a few moments. “Look at that, squirmin' like you gone crazy. Feels that good, don't it?"

Carmella whined. “Yeah… It does… God."

He cackled. “You bet it does. Want me to keep going? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

That didn't need much deliberation. “Nnnnnn… Fuck me. You gotta fuck me." Amazing as his tongue was, it only served to tease her for the main event.

“Heh, alright then." He sat up on his knees. His triumphant cock sprouted out from him, towards her. A thin coating of precum was smeared across the tip where more was leaking out. “How do you want it, pretty lady?"

She bit her lip. “Like this, on my back."

“Missionary. Good girl."

[i]That[/i] got a rise out of her. “Come here you big lug."

He did, crawling up to her and blanketing her with a sheet of leadened muscle, coarse fur, and manly odor. The world went dark as his shadow overcame her. She was face to face with his hairy pecs. She held onto his ribs, amazed by how dense he felt. Holding himself up with one paw by her head, he grabbed his cock and pushed it against her cunt. Instantly she shivered. His staff was hard like rock, big like a limb. She tensed at first, but quickly relaxed. Making herself tight wasn't going to help at all. She breathed and scratched his back. As soon as she was relaxed, Jim pushed forward. Her cunt squelched audibly. Her vulva began to gape until finally it matched his girth and swallowed it.

“[i]Uhhh![/i]" Her legs closed on him, touching her toes together on top of his massive butt. Down he came, inching his way deeper and deeper into her yawning pussy. More of his shaft disappeared. His intermedial ring slid inside. A bulge formed in her pelvis and reached up towards her navel. She shivered and whimpered. The pain was real, but it was overshadowed by a blinding desire for more. He gave it to her, until finally his balls were pressed into her crotch. “[i]Huhhh… Huhhhh… Oh fuck… Uhhh…[/i]"

“Whew…" sighed Jim. “You're awfully tight down there. Goddamn… Feels good." He looked down at her. “You alright?"

She answered him with a moan. “[i]Uhhhh… Yes~ So good…[/i]" She opened her eyes and locked eyes with him. “[i]Fuck me… Please~[/i]"

“Yes ma'am~" He lowered his torso onto her, all but smothering her body so all that remained was her legs hooked around his waist and her arms holding onto his upper back. She was more than happy with the situation, with her face snug between his colossal pecs. His ass reared upwards, lifting his cocked horsetail and pulling out that magnificent black rod from her stretched cunt. It glistened in her pussy juices and carried its stench. Just as the flare of his glans met her vulva he came back down, plunging to the depth of his balls.

Carmella reacted in turn. “[i]Uhhhhh! Oh fuck! Yes![/i]" Her voice echoed from the crevice of his chest. She felt crushed underneath his weight, a sensation she greatly adored, albeit only in second to that white hot bliss he was drilling into her. He fucked her deeply, lifting his gigantic butt into the air and then crashing it back home with a swift clench of his glutes. She could feel his muscles working in tandem. His heart thrummed right against her face. She could hear the steady beat of his breath. He was so powerful. The bed rocked beneath them.

And he wasn't even fucking her that hard. He pulled his thrusts by a lot, trying his best not to hurt her. He needn't worry. Carmella was on Cloud 9, whimpering and crying out for the other men to hear. They were all watching with rapt attention. Their cocks sprung from them in full length like the spears of a phalanx. They were mesmerized by the steady rock plunge of Jim's ass and the vanishing of his pole into her pussy. The sound of their flesh colliding was rude and wet. His fat plums struck her crotch with loud slaps. The floorboards sounded ready to snap beneath them. All of that was nothing next to the cacophony of Carmella's voice, muffled as it was by Jim's chest.

“Ahhh, that's it, little lady. Lemme hear it. Mmf. Tell us how good that cock feels," grunted the normally polite Jim.

“[i]Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!![/i]" hollered Carmella, daddy's girl and churchgoer. It wasn't long before she felt herself cumming. The ecstasy built inside of her with each successive thrust, getting closer and closer to detonation. She didn't have the fortitude to say it out loud, not with Jim fucking her so expertly. When she did cum, everyone knew it. Her voice apexed into a shrill wail accompanied by the violent shake of her legs and dig of her claws.

Jim felt the sharp squeeze of her cunt. “Ahhhh, yeah. Cum your little heart out, sweet thing." He made that obligatory with more thrusts of his cock, now sufficiently lubed by her thickish white cream. A minute of heavy fucking passed and Carmella came again. Then she came again, then once more. The first one had sent the message, the ones that followed hammered it home: There was no cock like horse cock. The punctuation to that declaration was Jim's own orgasm. His face scrunched and his teeth gritted with one last heave of the hips. His balls slammed down and glued themselves to her groin. “[i]Hhhhggrrnnhhhh!!![/i]" Cum exploded from the head of his cock which itself burst into a flair. Hot syrup laden with equine potency flooded her womb in a series of curt throbs. His balls contracted in their purse, unloading most of what they had. She enticed more with yet another climax of her own that urged her cunt to squeeze him harder.

Their voices trailed and so did their climax. A huffing Jim lifted himself onto his knees, freeing the punchdrunk Carmella. She was bathed in sweat, both his and hers. Her womb was swollen with horse spunk. An armada of devout swimmies made quick work of her fertility, firmly blessing her with Jim's next foal. But that was an issue for another day. For now Jim had to pull out and let that deluge of white batter spill from her used cunt. “Ah shit," he sighed. His cock slung forward half limp, completely bathed sexual product. He stroked himself and spat the last few drops of ivory onto her tummy while more of it gurgled from her slit. “Wow. I think I liked that. What do you think?"

Carmella didn't think much of anything. She wasn't capable of much thought anyway, not after such a thorough fucking. Through the dim fog of bliss she was aware that she wasn't even close to being done. Four other men were waiting, their patience having been thinned by the display in front of them. Jim hopped off the bed and wiped his brow with his hoof. “Whew. Who's next?"

Matthew didn't hesitate. “I'll go!" Carmella was knocked out of her stupor by Matthew hopping onto the mattress with her. She looked up and saw him kneeling upright with a boyish grin on his face. His penis stood out to him with a certain giddiness similar to his. “Hey there," he said.

“Hey," Carmella giggled. “Excited, are we?"

“You bet your sweet behind. How do you want me?"

Carmella felt her muscles growing lax. She couldn't have that, not when there was so much activity ahead of her. “Get on your back. Let me show you what this cowgirl is made of~"

“Can do." He plopped down next to her, then rolled onto his back. He was careful of the giant white puddle Jim left behind. Carmella threw one leg over him and straddled his thighs. Having been so well used by Jim, she didn't require any more foreplay. She was ready from the get-go, much like the cute stallion beneath her. She aimed his cock at the ceiling and pulled herself over it. She realized that straddling him wasn't going to work given how tall his cock was. She got on her feet then bent her knees to drop her drooling cunt over his tip. Their sexes collided, and with one quick drop he was inside her.

“[i]Mmmmmm~[/i]" She slid down slowly, reaching the hilt after just a few seconds. Her knees stuck out in front of her. Her ass rested on his scrotum. She swooned her head and let loose a quiet moan. Matthew winced through the delightful grip on his rod. He took the opportunity to play with her breasts, something she appreciated. While he kneaded her tits and fingered her nipples, she began the process of riding his blessed shaft. Up and down she went, painting it with a glistening slime, a product of her and Jim's romp. Matthew didn't mind in the slightest. Even if he did, he was far too distracted by the human beauty elevating then plummeting with such grace in front of him.

“Goddamn," he huffed. “You're so fuckin' pretty. I think I'm in love." He was only half joking.

Carmella and the others laughed. “[i]Mmmmmm, and I'm in love with this cock of yours… Huhhh… Yeah… I love it a lot~[/i]"

Matthew grinned. “I can tell. Think you'll ever go back to fuckin' human boys?"

“[i]Mmmmm, was me cumming my brains out on Jim not a sign enough? Ohhh…[/i]"

“Heh… Didn't think so." He mesmerized himself with the up and down of her chest. His hooves danced around her many curves. He grunted on occasion, loving the feel of her walls on his dick. He wouldn't admit it, but he was starting to think that he wouldn't go back to horse girls either, not when human pussy felt this good.

It felt even better when Carmella had another orgasm. More shrill bellows and spasms found her, but that didn't stop her. She powered through the pleasure to continue riding him, mustering an effort that impressed the men watching her. “Damn, she's a natural," quipped Larry.

“Think I whipped her up good?" Jim joked.

“Fuck… I'll say," wheezed Matthew, on the brink himself.

He was only able to bear a few more moments of riding before he put an end to it with his climax. His hips rocketed into the air, lifting Carmella up towards the ceiling. He grunted loudly through his teeth. His fingertips sank into her cushiony ass cheeks. She joined him with an orgasm of her own and made a moan that harmonized with his voice. He came down, and his session with her was finished. He hadn't lasted as long as Jim, the far more experienced lover, but that did not mean neither him or Carmella enjoyed it. Both of them floated in the stars among a nebula of joy. That feeling was visualized by the ardent throb of Matthew's cock and Carmella's continued leg spasms. She managed to pry herself off of him, uncorking an ungodly plug of cum back down onto his lap. She slumped onto her butt, between his thighs. Matthew licked his lips and sat up drunkenly. “Damn… Holy shit… That… I liked that."

“Mmmm, so did I~" She held his cheek and gave him a smooch. “Now if you'd please, make way for the next gentleman." He did so reluctantly. In his place came Larry, plopping his big butt onto the mattress, showing off his fat erection. “Oh! Hello there!" Carmella chirped.

“Howdy! Mind if I drop in?"

“Not at all. Make yourself comfy~" She patted the mattress.

“Thanks. I just might do that." He kicked his stubby legs up onto the bed and knelt upright. “How do you want me?"

Larry was a sweet man, but the circumference of his cock was abhorrent. Taking Jim's cock had been a challenge. Taking Larry's would be downright daunting. “I think I'll suck you off, if you don't mind."

He laughed. “No, I don't think I'd mind that at all." He straightened himself out and lifted the bottom of his gut off of his dick. “Have at it."

“Mmm, don't mind if I do." She crawled over on all fours and came face to face with his penis. It was a deep black color down to the hilt. She cupped it in her hand and rubbed it, noting how her thumb and middle finger just barely touched each other. The size was intimidating, but his raunchy smell was alluring. She closed her eyes and kissed the tip. Precum permeated into her lips, singing her mouth with its musty taste. Her skin erupted with gooseprickles. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around his head. She had to be extra careful not to scrape him with her teeth, but after a few moments of adjustment, she had him right where she needed him.

She started to suckle. Larry sighed. “Yeah… That's nice." He played with one of her pigtails. “I like that."

With that sign of approval, she inched her mouth down his barrel. Her lips were stretched into a taut circle. Her jaw was close to unhinging. She reached her limit once his cock tip prodded the entrance of her throat. She stifled a gag, then pulled herself back to begin bobbing back and forth on his length. She murred her delight, more than satisfied with her decision to suck his cock rather than be penetrated by it. He hung on her tongue heavily, imbuing her whole mouth with its masculine taste. It made her pussy quiver, begging for entry.

It didn't have to wait long. She was alerted by the bed sagging behind her. Her eyes shot open. She came off Larry's dick and looked down her back. Kneeling there behind her was Nat. “Don't mind me," he said casually. “I just figured you needed some attention down there while you did your work up there.

Carmalla gulped the spit in her mouth and grinned. “Yeah, you do that. Thanks." She looked up at Larry. “Do you mind?"

He smiled. “It's either that or him and I switch places."

“Ah, yeah. Good point." Everyone, even Nat, had a good laugh at that. She closed her eyes and resumed her mouth work on Larry. Nat got ready behind her, dropping his pillar on the crack of her ass. He massaged her glutes and admired the view of her back. Nat was a humble man, but the sight of such a beautiful woman before him, mouth on his friend's cock, ass presented for his pillaging, did more than inflate his ego. He grabbed his scepter and leveled it with her pussy. He pushed forward and slid inside with a wet [i]pop[/i].

“[i]Mmm![/i]" she moaned, nearly clenching her jaw. She stayed the course, though that turned difficult as Nat slid his black member down her wet chute. He made it to the balls, hanging those fat black ornaments from the white backdrop of her ass. He started to fuck her, completely robbing her of any control on Larry's cock. She would've moaned loudly if not for the meat filling her mouth to its limit. Her bobbing was in tune with Nat's heavy thrusts. She couldn't stop herself from impaling her throat, cutting off her muffled groans with an abrupt [i]ulk[/i]. “[i]Ulk! Ulk! Ech! Uck! Ulk![/i]"

Larry and Nat were both enjoying themselves. Larry's eyes rolled into his head. The back and forth of her throat across his cock helmet was a pleasure he wasn't ready for. Nat's stoicism melted away with the supreme delight of plowing her tight flower. His balls hit hard. [i]Plap plap plap plap plap![/i] Louder than that were his grunts and moans. “Fuck… Hahhh… Yeah… Fuck… Fuck…"

Larry wasn't faring much better. His hoof swam blindly around her hair. He palmed her entire scalp and began fucking her face in sync with Nat. Carmella was in the very center of a well coordinated strike on her holes, one so euphoric that she was able to ignore the brutal plugging and unplugging of her gullet. The two men started losing their cadence. Nat was fucking her with utmost force while Larry gripped her head with both hooves. The two men shared a few desperate grunts, then unleashed their seeds together.

Carmella suffered the best of it, both in her pussy and her mouth. Fat ropes of Larry's seed blew straight down her throat while Nat unleashed a flood that once again filled her womb. Larry bowed under the weight of the pleasure and fell backwards, sitting on his ankles. His cock [i]popped[/i] out of her mouth, but not before it was done spewing his product. A trio of spurts struck Carmella in her face while she gasped for air. Once the breath had swelled her lungs, she let loose a very guttural scream that startled every man in that room.

It died away gradually, and Nat pulled out of her to release his collection of white nectar. He got off the bed on a pair of shaky legs, trying to act cool, but betrayed by his jittery thighs. Larry didn't even attempt to appear nonchalant. He was in a daze, hardly able to bring his portly form off of the bed. When he did, he looked back down at the woman he had throatfucked. She had rolled onto her back. His cum was dashed across her face. “Ah shit, sorry about that. I kinda lost myself there, sweetheart."

Carmella waved it off lazily. “Forget about it. I thought it was wonderful." She licked her cum-stained lips. She swiped some off with her finger and lackadaisically suckled it clean. She popped it out of her mouth and sighed. “I believe that leaves just one of you boys left." She looked over and saw Willard leaned back against the wall, waiting patiently like he always had. Less tolerant of the wait was his cock, currently drooling a very needy flow of precum. “Willard? Care to join me?"

He nodded. “I would love to." He waltzed over to the bed and climbed on using his knees. She opened her legs for him, presenting a veritable swamp of battered feminine flesh and horse cum. She reeked of their collective odor, soon to be added on by Willard's. He wasn't put off in the least. Her eagerness to continue only fueled his horniness. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up into her belly, pointing her feet up at the ceiling. He laid his cock out on her quim, then politely slid the head inside. While she murred and shivered, Willard pulled his legs up to the flanks of her ass, forming the mating press. Pinning her legs to her trunk with his body, he slid down her lovely cavern until his obsidian scrotum sat on her ass snugly.

Carmella gurgled. “[i]Oh fuck… Huhhh… That's it… That feels good…[/i]"

“Ah, it feels good for me too," he breathed in his exotic accent. His voice and face were soft. The application of his manhood was not. Like he had treated Skyler, he skipped any and all buildup towards voraciously fucking her. As the position called for, he mustered every bit of strength in his lower body so that he could batter her cunt with merciless abandon. His black cock rose out of her and then slammed back down in a blur. Droplets of cum flung off of his balls and flecked onto the comforter beneath him. The men closest had to step back so as not to be hit by the liquid shrapnel.

Neither Carmella nor Willard were bothered by them. Willard was too busy fucking. Carmella was too busy screaming. It goes without saying that she came hard, an act she committed with such repetition that there hardly seemed any time spent between them. He fucked her absolutely raw, all while wearing that sweet, innocent smile on his face, one that only began to falter once his orgasm approached.

One, two, three more thrusts struck home and Willard was done. His beautiful black mane whipped back with his head as he let loose a tremendous sigh. His buttocks were clenched to the max. The men watching could see his balls contracting in their purse. Carmella came right alongside him, wailing with a tone akin to the most terrible anguish. Willard panted a few moments, then started to laugh. “Ah. Was that good, or what?" Carmella was squirming and whimpering up a fit. “Heh… Ja, I thought so too." He eased off of her and slid out. He rubbed out the last few droplets of cum onto her tummy, further adding to the great share of horse product. Carmella hardly noticed. She had been used, abused, and bruised. She felt like the filthiest little fuck thing in existance, having been reduced into a whining, writhing, sweaty little sack of battered meat that reeked of horse cum.

She was in heaven.

Willard sat on the edge of the bed to catch his breath. He felt her sit up behind him and hug around his neck. She kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Willard. Thank all of you guys. That was incredible. It was everything I hoped it was."

The feeling was mutual. Each man had gone only once, yet it felt like they had ran a sexual marathon. There may not have been any cock like horse cock, but there certainly wasn't any pussy like human pussy. Needless to say, they were all hooked. “The pleasure's all ours," said Jim. He was busy rubbing his cock, gradually attaining another erection. The other men were doing the same, even Willard, who was the latest to finish.

It didn't go unnoticed. Carmella smiled at them. “Somethin' tells me you boys are ready for round two."

“As a matter of fact, we are," said Matthew. “How 'bout you? Think you can handle another round from us?"

Carmella simply smiled. “Bring it."

And so they did.

Carmella was on her back. Her legs were opened. She was caged in by a cocoon of horse dick. Willard was between her legs, burying his cock back inside of her. Matthew straddled her trunk. His penis had the honor of being ensconced between her gossamer tits, poking her neck. Jim was on her right, standing next to the bed. Nat was on the left. She wielded both of their pillars, stroking them with deft aptitude. Larry was deployed above her head which she kept angled back so that her scalp rested on the mattress. With his hooves around her neck he fucked her throat, smothering her face with his sweaty ballsack. There she lay as the matron of honor, blessing that quintet of studs with her charitable body. Through the multi-pronged offensive she remained quiet, much in part to Larry's huge dick plugging her gullet. What remained was a din of manly grunts and swears. Even the men who had been resigned to her hands were not spared her newfound talent in pleasing horses.

Carmella couldn't tell which one of them came first. When one man did, the rest of them followed, literally bathing her in a hot shower of horse seed. Willard pumped her womb full. Matthew hosed the underside of her chin. Nat and Jim soaked her tits, and Larry spat down her throat before releasing the rest on her face. And that was that. Carmella, no longer smelling anything remotely like her former self, climbed out of that pit of horse meat proudly. The men around her were spent, but she felt triumphant. They each thanked her for her time. The cum soaked Carmella thanked them in turn. With a few goodbye kisses on the one spot of her cheek that remained unsoaked by cum, they filed out. The exception was Willard, whose room they had defiled. Carmella volunteered to clean it up for him. It was her mess after all.

“Sorry about all this," she said as she gathered the sheets off of his bed. She took the opportunity to wipe some of the muck from her face before it dried completely. “We could've done it somewhere else."

Willard, leaning back against the wall, shook his head. “Nonsense. It was worth it. You were incredible. I would love to do it again."

She gave him a cute smile. “I would too, for sure." With his soiled sheets crumpled into a ball in her arms, she walked past him and out the door, sparing him one last kiss on the nose.

“Ah, one last thing, please," he said.

She stopped in the doorway. “Sure what is it?"

He gave her that usual smile of his. “Next time you'd like to watch Skyler and I fuck, you can just ask, OK?"

Carmella's smile plummeted. After the riotous fucking she had just received, she started to blush. “Yeah. OK. Sorry."

“Don't be." He winked at her. “Goodnight."

“Yeah," she said. “Goodnight." Then she turned around to leave, opening her up for an open-hoofed slap on the ass which Willard was kind enough to deliver.

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