Raza’s Second Time: Breaking Into the Barn

Ten years after her first time, Raza was still striving to recreate the enthralling sex she had experienced with her uncle’s horse when she was 18. But horses rarely went unwatched where she lived, and due to the taboo nature of beastiality, she usually settled for the biggest human dick she could find. She was well-known by now in the local clubs and bars, and would often get cat calls from passersby in the street who had fucked her at one point or another. After a while they all blended together.

Raza was getting very skilled at guessing the length of a man’s penis just by watching how he walked, how he acted in public. And foreign to Raza was the concept of rejection– her pick-up strategy consisted of sliding her hand down a stranger’s pants and stroking his cock until he took her somewhere “private” (e.g. behind a gas station) and banged her, and so far it had worked every time. Even if someone caught her mid-fuck, they had either turned a blind eye or had dropped their pants and given her a taste of their own package. Raza, as a rule, did not mind being fed a second anonymous cock, though she often regretted her carelessness as the men who joined mid-way usually had much smaller dicks than she was used to. But she drank their cum anyway, appearing to savor the experience, because she did not want to be reported on. If people got arrested for public nudity, she couldn’t imagine the kind of charge she could get slapped with. And when she thought of all the witnesses in the neighboring area that could testify, it became clear that acting like a cheap whore was her best option when cornered. And it meant the inside of her sexy mouth got painted with more cum, so all was not lost.

But these boring, simple men did little to pleasure Raza. Yes, she appreciated, as she should, the sensation of a man’s ten-inch dong ramming her hungry pussy balls-deep. But she knew of a better option which no man could satisfy.

She was riding in her pick-up truck with a coworker one day when she happened to see a horse out in a field, its cock dangling proudly from its hindquarters. It had to have been at least a foot flaccid, and the horse was standing perfectly still, allowing its cock to waver slightly in the breeze. Raza moaned gently to herself, only to look down and discover she had involuntarily wedged almost her entire fist up her cunt, the image of the horse’s cock enthralling her libido and distracting her decision-making centers. Even bringing this to the attention of her conscious mind was not enough to stop her fist from trying to pry open her own pussy lips in an attempt to recreate the feeling of a ramming, raging horse cock. She looked over at her coworker who, mouth agape, was already pulling over and fumbling for his belt, interpreting this as a sexual gesture towards himself.