Letters From A Former Lover, Witness To Pony Love

[Sveent]

Hi Everyone,

this is the first time I have shared any experiences with others. In truth this particular story is not so much about me, but someone I loved very much and who loved me enough in return to share her life, her body and her most innermost thoughts. Reading through some of the posts to this Forum gave me the encouragement to submit Barbara's story.

Your comments are most welcome.

Sven





February 2008

Background: During the late sixties and early seventies I was Barbara's lover. She was a beautiful and free spirited woman some twenty five years older than I. She was a small, red haired and voluptuous woman with large breasts, a narrow waist with a slightly plump belly, a well rounded backside and shapely legs, she turned heads where ever she went and I loved her dearly. There were women of her generation whose totally uninhibited lust for life led to extreme unhappiness because of the strict moral codes and strait laced hypocrisy imposed on society by the British establishment. Fortunately Barbara was free of family and other pressures and lived within her own moral codes, able to indulge her unbridled passions yet managing to offend no-one. She shared many secrets with me during our time together and we remained friends and sometime lovers until she died in 1986 following a brief illness. She was just sixty two years old, but had lived a full and varied life. One of the reasons we drifted apart was because I joined the Navy. During my time in the Navy we kept in touch through letters...it is only now, some twenty odd years since her death that I feel comfortable sharing some of the letters she wrote to me. I will leave the reader to judge whether it is fantasy or truth. This is how Barbara chose to write.

My Darling Sven,
for once I was not disappointed when the post arrived this morning. It was wonderful to hear from you again etc, etc...................darling in answer to your question, your shipmates are right, there is a place in Tijuana Mexico and I think the Place Pigalle in Paris ( many years ago ) which used to put on shows involving animals. Disgusting they may seem, but sex acts between humans and animals have been recorded over centuries and, for some people this is hugely erotic! Believe me darling, the world is a somewhat bizarre place, but it is good to know you're still the same naiive young man I fell in love with. To confirm these things do happen I will let you into a secret.

Now what I am about to tell you is a recollection of an experience I witnessed when I was a young woman in my early thirties. The incident took place during a solo walk in the Yorkshire Dales in 1956 not far from where we spent our first night together so you will be able to imagine the scene darling:-
It was a beautiful sunny morning when I left the Inn and headed up the narrow lane towards the upper fells. The landlord's wife had packed into my small shoulderbag, some home made bread and cheese together with a bottle of Dandelion & Burdock to enjoy as a picnic lunch. I had been walking for about an hour, stopping once or twice to look through my binoculars at anything of interest, when the clouds started to gather. The increasing humidity and distant rumble of thunder signalled a Summer shower within the next few minutes. Dressed as I was in only a thin cotton dress and walking shoes, I didn't want to get soaking wet. There was no shelter along the lane, but looking into a field about 500 yards away there was one of those old stone barns cut into the hillside. Quickly I climbed the gate and ran down the steep hillside and reached the door to the barn. It was locked! The wind had increased and the first drops of rain had started to fall outlining the brassiere and knickers beneath my dress as I desperately looked around. Then I noticed the stone steps leading up the outside of the barn to another door. This door was thankfully open and I managed to close it behind me as the storm broke and the rains poured from the heavens. I could hear one, perhaps more animals moving around in the stalls below the loft, but never gave them a second thought.
Feeling peckish, I set about making myself an improvised table from one of the haybales and ate my lunch. The rain continued to hammer down so I moved a couple of more bales together, scattered some loose hay on top and made myself comfortable. The warmth of the barn and the pattering of the rain became almost hypnotic and soon I had drifted off to sleep.
The sound of voices and the main door being unlocked woke me up and I rolled over towards the edge of the loft and looked down on to the lower part of the barn. Standing in the doorway was a wizened man of around seventy years old and a younger woman perhaps in her late forties. I could hear them talking in low voices and I was about to call out to them, when I heard him say "Are you sure you still want to do this, I ain't forcing you lass!"
"Course I'm sure you old fart," she replied with a smile " you've been on at me for years to try it and as you ain't getting any younger I reckon now is as good a time as any....an' I've been thinking about it quite a lot lateley"
Well my darling, I am as curious as the next woman and decided to see what they were about to try, but I would never have guessed at anything so wickedly repulsive yet so sexually stimulating and exciting!!
Quietly I watched as the woman took her dress off. Her husband (for I'm certain he was) had locked the door again. Thankfully the sun had come out again and the light was streaming in through the window slots creating an almost theatre like lighting effect.
The man then dragged a vaulting horse (the type which are common in gymnasiums) into the centre of the barn. The "horse" had been modified with the wooden legs having been shortened at the end which curves downwards. This would suggest an element of expectation and planning on his part. He then began to undress and I have to admit that despite his age, and although he wasn't hard, he was very well endowed. His wife strolled over to him and started to caress his penis. She was dressed only in an open bottomed girdle, nylon stockings and brassiere. Although carrying a little extra weight, she was blessed with a figure not unlike my own and had been very pretty when she was younger. The woman took the head of her husband's penis into her mouth, but despite her best efforts his penis remained limp.
"Come on lass, it ain't doing any good, but at least we can get you sorted" the man said as he gently helped his wife up and led her to the "horse". Laying her face down, he tenderly kissed her neck and gently stroked the insides of her thighs. Her legs parted and I was able to see the thick bushy hair below the girdle. The sun caught a drop of moisture on the pink slit now clearly visible through her bush. Reaching over to his jacket pocket, the man took out a sealed jar which contained a stained cotton pad. He then smeared the area of his wifes slit with the pad before replacing it in the jar. From the stalls beneath me I heard the stamping and whinneying of a horse which had been quiet until the cotton pad had been used. I gently reached over for my binoculars and was rewarded with an even clearer view. Her husband then walked out of sight to the stalls and returned leading not a horse, but a small pony. The pony was not as small as a miniature, nor as large as a Shetland, but was clearly sexually aroused with a black shiny penis of about twelve inches long jutting out at an angle from his belly. The man asked his wife once again if she wanted it to happen. She looked back at the pony and replied "he is little bigger than you, I can manage him" and with that the impatient pony was led to the waiting wife.
The pony sniffed at the slit of the woman and lifted his head, curling back his lips as if tasting the scent. Then suddenly the long black penis stiffened even further as the pony mounted the "horse" thrusting forwards. At first his penis slipped between the girdle and the woman's belly, but the man managed to pull the pony back and, taking hold of the black rigid penis managed to guide it to his wife's moist slit. I watched in fascination and not a little frustration as I saw the pony thrust again, this time his penis slipping easily in to her welcoming slit. She gasped as the pony continued to thrust deep into her, her husband was kneeling by her side whispering to her "is he hurting lass? is he in too deeply?" ...... "No he's fine, oh my he feels so hot! oh my god I never dreamt it could be like this" she sobbed followed by a long drawn out moan " oh my he is filling me, he's coming !it feels so hot oh!oh!oooh!"
By now darling I was using one hand to look through the binoculars and the other had strayed beneath my knickers. I could see the moment of climax as the slick black penis shuddered whilst tight up inside the woman. The pony's semen was forced back through her channel and literally flowed down her thighs, congealing on her nylons and gathering in sticky, yellowy white pools on the floor. The pony spasmed one last time and then withdrew. The head of the penis was still flared and the woman was rewarded with one last jet of semen which sprayed her bush as he dismounted. It's black penis glistened shiny and wet with his semen and the juices of the man's wife. Through the womans hairy bush I could see her pink open labia, shiny with semen as the sticky fluid still trickled over her clitoris before dripping to the ground.
The woman began to raise herself from the "horse", but her husband had stepped in between her legs and I was amazed to see he had managed a huge erection which was pushed through the slimy mess of his wife's bush as he too thrust into her. He was rewarded with moans of passion as his wife pushed back to meet his thrusts. Finally the two of them rolled over and held each other close. I don't know what they were saying to each other, but they were both very happy and contented.
Well my darling, the pony was led back to his stall, the couple dressed and left the barn and I took a brisk walk back to the Inn. Yes my darling, I found it all very arousing and, following a hot bath was able to satisfy myself as I always have done whenever I am between lovers. I learned from the landlord at the Inn (without giving away details of what I had seen) that the couple were a local farmer and wife. Everyone in the village had been surprised she had spurned younger suitors to marry a man some twenty odd years her senior. Well we know the answer to that one don't we?
I will close now my darling, I must confess I am aroused just through writing to you about this experience. I long for us to be together again etc. etc ................................your very own,
Barbara xxx

Barbara had been very aroused, but also touched by what she had seen. She saw it as an example of the extent to which people will go to ensure their partner's happiness. From time to time she actively sought out like minded people including the farmer and his wife to experience for herself in some cases, to observe in others. I will in time tell her stories. They will be told as she told them to me.

Sven

[Jestertoon]

Very good, any more to come?

[Sveent]

Many thanks for your comment. Yes there are more tales to come.

Sven

[alicealice]

Sveent

Thank you for a very well written description. Yes, please continue writing.

Alice

PS. A 10, your first of many I am sure.

This post has been edited by alicealice on Feb 18 2008, 06:59 PM

[dogerguy@girl]

:angel: thank you for the great story.10 from us

[msk9]

Oh That was a wonderful letter Sven. I hope to read more, I eagerly await. It was such a highly detailed description of images and emotions. Thanks!

[Woodeye]

Great story !!!! I hope there will be more coming, because you are off to a great start of something that could turn into an epic tale ......

[Sveent]

With thanks to you all. Please read on and hopefully enjoy.


It was seven months or so before Barbara again mentioned the incident in a letter. Although I had found her story to be fascinating and admired her honesty regarding her reaction, I thought the incident had been a "one off". Please read on:-


My Darling Sven,
it is now only three weeks before you return to Plymouth, even less by the time you receive this letter.I can hardly wait to hold you in my arms again etc. etc.etc...............I thought we might spend the first
week of your leave in Yorkshire and have taken the trouble to book "our" room at the inn where we shared our first night. I hope you don't mind darling, but I think you ought to see for yourself why the area holds such fond memories for me.You remember when I wrote you about the farmer and his wife, well I must now confess to returning to the barn on two or three separate occasions during the remainder of my holiday in the hope they would return for a repeat performance. The pony had been moved, but was not to be seen in the surrounding fields. You cannot imagine my frustration at the thought I may never see something like that again. In truth, I was torn between watching and, dare I say? trying for myself. Please forgive me Sven, but I must confess those memories of the farmers wife had become almost obsessive and I couldn't get the images out of my mind. Because of my obsession, later that year, I returned again to the Inn for an extended holiday. It was late November and the first snows of winter were falling on the high fells when I arrived on a Friday
evening. After freshening up and a hot meal, I went into the bar. There was a lovely log fire in the grate and in a small alcove to one side of the fire I recognised the same farmer and his wife. My heart leapt.
The bar was crowded and the only seat left was a small stool at the farmer's table. I made my way across the bar and asked the farmer if it was ok for me to join them. The farmer stood up and invited me to take the more comfortable old bench seat next to his wife. His clear blue eyes twinkled as he
blatantly looked first at my breasts and then those of his wife. We were both dressed in similar fashion, skirts and blouses being the order of the day. My white brassiere was visible beneath the blouse I wore as was the pale blue bra of his wife. Both of us were showing some generous cleavage. He then declared
he now had the best view in the house, the laughter lines of his weatherbeaten face creased as he smiled. Darling I'm sure I blushed and drew the open top of my blouse together. "Take no notice of the old bugger!" his wife said with a tolerant smile,"flirting's as 'bout as far as he gets these days!".
I returned her smile saying I was modest enough to be grateful for any male attention. This was certainly true, as it had been over a year since I had broken up with my previous lover.
" The weather has certainly closed in" I heard myself saying lamely, " pity the poor animals out in the fields....oh! by the way I'm Barbara" I had managed to break the ice. The farmer first introduced his wife Liz and then told me his name was Joe. The conversation drifted from the weather, to the hardships of farming in such wild countryside and then to the lack of entertainment other than the local Inn. My heart was racing, I had so many questions to ask of these kind people, but how? Darling Sven, you are probably wondering where all this was leading....as I was at that moment. I knew I wanted to get close to them and learn more of their lifestyle, but how to do it without arousing their suspicion? It was at this point I told them I had stayed at the Inn earlier in the year and my main source of entertainment had been long walks. I mentioned too that I had taken shelter in a hillside barn on one of these walks. Joe turned to Liz, but didn't reply. Liz shifted uncomfortably then asked if I knew they sometimes kept a pony in there. I said I had sheltered in the hayloft and left it at that. I looked at both of them to try and guage a response. Once again they exchanged a quick glance before Joe added that the pony had been moved to the main farm to make room for winter hay to be stored."Is your farm close by?" I found myself asking. Liz replied it was a simple left turn outside the Inn door and less than ten minutes walk. The farm sat back from the road just after the line of trees. My excitement soared at this news though I still hadn't the nerve to pry any further. Joe got up to order more drinks. Although I had been sipping dry Sherry, I found myself asking for a large brandy when he asked what I would like. Both looked surprised, but neither commented. Several brandies and much flirting and joking later, I excused myself and returned to my room. They now felt like old friends and I was convinced their
warmth towards me was genuine. I in turn, had certainly grown fond of them during the course of the evening.
I lay on top of the bed going over the conversations from earlier in the evening, my drink fuddled mind searching for any clue which would suggest their sex life had continued to prosper since the Summer. Eureka my darling!!..Joe had teased Liz about drinking too much as she was on a "promise" for when
they returned home. Was the "promise" to take place in their bedroom?......or perhaps elsewhere on the farm.
Well darling, the heady combination of alcohol and erotic thoughts convinced me it was the latter. Without giving it a moments thought I changed into an old loose fitting skirt, but kept my garter belt, nylons, brassiere and knickers on. I needed to get to the farm before them and, if able to locate the pony
perhaps hide and watch. Kicking off my high heeled shoes, I pulled on a pair of sensible flat brogues. My constant state of sexual arousal was now dictating my actions. My brain had still not come up with any suitable plan and yet here I was; putting on an old overcoat as I headed towards the door.The farm beckoned...was I going crazy? I slipped quietly out of the back door of the Inn not really knowing whether Joe and Liz had already left..
It was nearly midnight when I reached the farmyard entrance. There was a full moon and a clear sky, but it was cold and my nipples were sore from the chafing of my brassiere against my blouse. The farmhouse was in darkness as I tiptoed towards one of the outbuildings. "That's good, they haven't reurned home yet!"I thought. I listened intently at the nearest door and could hear the movement of animals inside. I quickly slipped the latch and went inside. It was dark, but surprisingly warm and I fumbled for the light switch before common sense fought it's way through the alcohol fog in my brain.
As I became more accustomed to my surroundings, helped by the moonlight streaming in through the multiple windows, I was able to make out a series of pens. Some of them had two or more pigs in them and two others at the far end of the building had a single pig in each. Beyond those pens I heard the clip
clop of hooves behind a curtain made from old sacks. Darling, I was convinced this is where they would return to at the end of their evening out.The anticipation built in my loins as I hooked my hand under my skirt, briefly pushed my hand inside my knickers and caressed my slit, already moist in readiness for whatever lay ahead. Slowly and as carefully as my fuddled brain allowed, I made my way along the central walkway towards the sack curtain. Suddenly I found my way barred literally by a central pen. Not thinking clearly, I reasoned the only way to reach the sack curtain was to climb over the metal bars and go through the pens.Not wishing to trip over my coat, I took it off and then by the same reasoning my skirt quickly followed. I wrapped up my skirt in the old coat and left them just inside the door. My first mistake was not to look for the way round, my second was to climb over the bars and into the pen waking up three sows. They grunted and squealed at the intrusion. Just then I heard voices approaching across the yard. I quickly ducked down just as the door opened. I saw the outline of a man standing in the moonlit door as he briefly shone a torch over the tops of the pens. Thankfully the sows had settled down again and the man seemed satisfied there were no intruders. "It's alright, but no harm in checking." he called out to his companions. I waited a couple of minutes, crouching low in the pen with my heart pounding fit to burst. How on earth could I explain away my semi dressed state had I been caught. My garter belt was cutting in to me and I could make out umpteen ladders in my nylons, it was time to move on.
My third and most serious mistake was to palm the backside of the fourth sow with my hand. Had I not done so, it may have prevented the situation I was soon to find myself in. She had been standing patiently making soft grunting noises at the far end of the pen next to the single pens. Her backside was inches from my face and, fearing she may pee on me (or worse) I reached out to try and move her away.
Two of my fingers had slipped easily into the sow's vagina which was wet, slippery and slightly slimy.
"Just like me!" I thought to myself. Giggling at the absurdity of my circumstances and without thinking or wiping my fingers, I reached into my knickers and parted the lush pubic hair. I inserted the same two fingers into my own wet slit and started to caress myself again. The brandy had given me the courage I needed for my lewd voyeuristic intentions. I seemed to be on a constantly high level of sexual excitement.
Before I continue, Sven I can make no excuses for what happened next, but please bear in mind this all took place long before I met you. Please do not judge or condemn me for my actions my sweet, I feel you are special enough to understand and forgive. I had now reached the point of no return darling, and believe me I had no idea things would go so drastically wrong. The shortest way to the sack curtain was via the next pen. Climbing over the top bar, I slipped and fell into the side of what I thought to be yet another sleeping sow. The pig was immediately on to it's feet grunting with displeasure. By this time I had managed to scramble on to my hands and knees and as the pig turned sideways into the moonlight, I noticed the telltale pouch hanging from his belly and the massive testicles hanging behind his back legs. I froze, hoping he would settle
back to sleep as the sows had done. He was not a large specimen, perhaps weighing beteen two hundred and fifty to three hundred pounds, but in my vulnerable position he was big enough! The boar circled around me, his
earlier angry bellows had softened into short throaty grunts. He hooked his snout under my belly and nudged me gently a couple of times. I learned later he was testing his "sow" for signs of resistance to his advances. He moved behind me and I felt his cold wet snout press against the damp cotton material covering my bush. Looking over my shoulder I watched in awe as he lifted his snout into the air in much the same way as the pony had done earlier that year.
I now know it's the smell of a female animal when she is "in season" which triggers an insatiable urge in male animals to mate!! I was to be given no choice in the matter as I had effectively transferred the scent from the sow's vagina to my own. I was now the boar's surrogate breeding "sow". I looked
desperately around for a way out and noticed a narrow open gate which seemed to lead out of the pen. I felt the pressure of his head on my lower back as the boar prepared to mount me. Despite my fear a twinge of excitement rushed through my loins as I dived for the gap. To my horror I banged into a sort
of low padded bench, like a closely coiled spring lying on its side and secured to an alloy base plate. Both ends of the "spring" were smaller and, working inwards from both ends, each coil being larger than the next until meeting in the centre. This created a curved structure with a padded cushion linking the hoops along the top. The whole thing was only long enough to support one's belly leaving both hands and legs free. In panic I threw myself over the bench only to find the exit barred by a second gate which opened outwards. I was trapped my darling, with no room to turn around and the thick alloy bars of the gate too close together for me to squeeze through....this Sven, is why I was unable to prevent what was about to happen.
Grunting softly the boar trotted up behind me... and this time when I felt his weight on my lower back, there was no escape. I knelt there on my hands and knees with the padded bench supporting my belly. Then trembling with fear I felt his full weight push along my back, the coarse hair of his belly scratched
against my bare back as his forward movement gathered my white blouse up around my shoulders exposing my brassiere. My breasts and upper body hung over the front of the bench, my bottom and lower belly over the rear of the bench.
His front legs were now draped on either side of my shoulders as I felt his rear start to hump forward. Thankfully the hooped bench acted like a spring and bounced with each movement the boar made. At this point I knew there was nothing I could do except allow the rape to follow it's course, but when I felt
the coarse wet filthy hair of its pouch tickling and scratching around my knicker gusset my earlier excitement returned. This animal was about to breed with me and I was going to give myself fully to
him. I felt a stabbing sensation at the gusset and my knickers were now soaking. After two or three attempts at entry he backed off and began aggressively hooking his snout under my lower belly from behind. I realised he was frustrated and, fearing his aggression, quickly yanked my knickers off. The boar lumbered forward and mounted me again. I waited now as he positioned himself as before, but this time when I felt his hairy pouch at the entrance to my slit I looked back under the hoops to where I could see my lower belly hanging over the end of the bench...as the boar humped forwards, his pouch seemed too low and I watched in amazement as his thin penis stabbed forward, the corkscrew shaped tip sprayed my bush and belly with a hot thin liquid. As he stabbed again, I instinctively spread my knees a little further apart thereby lowering my bottom. This brought my moist, hairy quim into line with his next thrust. I was rewarded with the most exquisite sensation as he pushed his corkscrew penis into my wet slippery vagina. The whole filthy episode had now fired me up beyond any expectations. My pubic hair was matted with my own juices as well as those of the boar, my stockings were filthy and ripped and my
blouse and underwear would never smell the same again. The coarse hair of the boar against my back, the rough filthy wet hairs around the opening of his sheath rubbing and teasing my clitoris while all the time I felt the intense heat of the boar's penis as it thrust deep inside me. I felt the hot tip twisting this way and that as it continued its journey and a sudden twinge of panic hit me as I thought he may be too long and tear my insides. Reaching between my legs I formed a VEE with my fingers on either side of my slit so I could feel the slippery penis as it worked it's magic on me. I felt him touch something deep inside me which caused me a short pang of dicomfort, but he settled quietly on top of me and I responded to the bestial union. The boar grunted and snuffled throughout the whole time he was inside me....he too was taking his pleasure. Soon I felt a change in the stiffness of the boar's penis as it started to spasm, and I moaned with indescribeable pleasure as the spasms were followed by an endless stream of hot semen deep into my womb. The heat and constant teasing of my clitoris by the boar's pouch brought me to orgasm again and again. Some semen was escaping back down my vaginal passage and I could see it dripping down over my clitoris and down my thighs. Some ten minutes later I was still lying face down on the bench, totally sated. The boar was still deep inside me, but although his penis still continued to spasm and twitch, there was a thicker liquid now fighting for space inside me. Finally he
withdrew, his penis spraying the final drops on to my slit. The boar retreated to the other
end of the pen and promptly went to sleep..typically male!! I stood up on shaky legs, my nylons were filthy and ruined, my knickers were soaked with a combination of semen, urine and heaven knows what.
I adjusted my brassiere then pulled my blouse down. There were bits of straw and muck sticking to my clothes and my inner thighs. Some semen was still trickling out from my slit, but when I put my hand under my knickers and inserted two fingers to pull out a bit of straw, I could feel a thick jelly like substance inside me. Calmer now, I managed to reach my skirt and coat without any trouble and having dressed as tidily as I could, prepared to leave. At that moment the door opened and Joe and Liz stepped inside. Liz switched on the lights and they both gasped when they saw me standing in such a filthy,
dishevelled state.
My darling you will be home soon and I would rather tell you personally what happened next. That is if you still wish to continue seeing me after you have read this. Now my dearest, you must write back and let me know the date and time I can pick you up in Portsmouth. Our first night of your leave will be both special and precious etc. etc.etc.
With fondest love,
Barbara xxxx

Well I read the letter over and over again. I was torn between utter revulsion for what she had done, total disbelief that it was physically possible and abject curiosity as to why she felt compelled to commit such an incriminating experience to paper. She had (I must confess) towards the end of her letter,
begged me to destroy it in case it was read by others. I felt compelled to keep the letter until I could make more sense of it all. My feelings towards Barbara had not changed and I must confess the erotic images her letters conveyed, fed my masturbatory fantasies on the long journey home.

To those of you who have responded to my initial post, thank you all for your kind comments and words

of encouragement. I only hope todays subject is not too extreme in content to put you off further readings.

Sven

[Sveent]

Here's the third part of Barbara's story. I do hope the last chapter hasn't made her appear insensitive as she would have been the first to admit that sometimes lust rather than love dictates one's actions.

Barbara had been unusually quiet since meeting me off the ship in Portsmouth on that beautiful July day. She was easy to spot amongst the crowd of wives, girlfriends and families. With her red hair catching the early morning rays of the sun, she looked as gorgeous as ever. As I stepped on to the quayside I took her in my arms and we had held each other close in a long passionate embrace, neither of us wanting the joy of the moment to end. Finally she whispered "Time to go Sven"
I picked up my bags and followed Barbara through the crowd towards the carpark, her broad hips swaying provocatively. She opened the car boot and stood to one side as I chucked in my bags. Slamming the lid of the boot closed she tossed the keys to me and told me to drive.
It was still early morning and so I took the scenic route through New Forest heading North before picking up the M5/M6 motorways which would lead us towards Cumbria and the West Yorkshire moors.
I glanced sideways and noticed Barbara watching intently as we drove slowly past one of the many herds of wild New Forest Ponies. She caught my glance, smiled, then reached over the gear lever and gently took my hand. "Want to talk about it?" I asked. "It will keep" she answered and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
The miles flew by and although we stopped a couple of times for petrol and to stretch our legs, we were turning in to the Inn carpark at around 2:00 p.m. The landlord greeted us warmly and after settling in to our room we made our way downstairs and had a late lunch. Barbara now seemed more relaxed and soon we were laughing and flirting like we had done when we first met.
"Now darling," Barbara said, " I want to take you to meet someone very dear to me". Taking my hand , she led me out of the Inn and turned left. Following a short walk I noticed a line of trees. I now knew where she was taking me. The description in her last letter of the directions to Joe and Liz's farm were certainly accurate for despite the years since she had first paid a nocturnal visit, little seemed to have changed. At the end of the trees stood the farm, just as she had described. We strolled up to the front door and Barbara rang the bell. Within a few seconds and amid the sound of barking dogs, the door opened and a buxom shapely woman appeared. She was in her late fifties, but still carried a full and attractive figure.
"Liz!!" "Barbara!!" they both cried out in unison before hugging each other warmly. I had briefly been forgotten as the two women began talking excitedly at the same time. Finally, Barbara broke off and introduced me to Liz. Both women then ushered me inside, past three or four barking dogs and into the large sitting room. "I'll just put the dogs in the yard." said Liz as she disappeared into the nether regions of the house with the dogs in pursuit. While she was out, Barbara explained that Joe had died earlier in the year shortly before his eightieth birthday and since then, their cows and sheep had all been sold off and the grazing fields rented out to neighbouring farms. She still kept a few pigs, chickens and six ponies (each one the offspring of the stallion pony in part 1 ), just to keep herself active.
Later Liz took me and Barbara on a tour of the farm. She started with the outhouse where the pigs were kept. Once again, it was exactly as described in the letter and I instinctively looked towards the single boar pens. Each was occupied by a medium sized boar. There was no sack cloth curtain, which for some inexplicable reason left me disappointed. The curtain had now been substituted with a wooden dividing wall with an access door from the pighouse.There was however, in the gated spaces ( I now know to be a mating pen) leading from each of the boar pens, a coiled padded bench. I couldn't help but wonder which of the two benches Barbara had raped on that fateful night. I knew nothing about the lifespan of a pig as most were killed at a tender age, but I had read somewhere that valuable stud animals were kept until they died of old age. Their reward for service to their master. Had one of these two boars "serviced" Barbara? As if reading my thoughts, she nodded to the slightly larger of the two "That's Boris." she whispered "although I wasn't formally introduced to him at the time!" I smiled...this was Barbara at her most lovable. Knowing what I knew about her, she didn't shy away from the truth and was I know, gently trying to bring me into this secret, sensual and erotic world of hers. Liz led the way around the boar pens and stopped at the partition door. Liz turned to Barbara and I, " Barbara, thank you for asking me to train Jasper, I think he is now ready for you." Liz opened the door and a muscular Boxer dog bounded out, the stub of his tail wagging furiously. He jumped up on Liz nearly knocking her flat and then took a leap at Barbara. "He remembers me !" Barbara yelled excitedly. "Down!" Shouted Liz and immediately Jasper dropped on to his belly. Handing Barbara Jasper's lead, she said " Take him with you, let him get used to you both and after supper tonight bring him back here. You will not be disappointed. Before I could say a word, Barbara put a finger to my lips and said " Jasper is mine. I made the decision to have a dog for companionship after you went to sea. Liz has been looking after and training him for me." Then quietly she said "Do you remember my promise to you of a very special first night home? " I nodded lamely and looked at Jasper who was sitting obediently at his mistresses side, the pink wet tip of his penis protruding from it's sheath.....it seems my night will be special indeed and despite my reservations.....I was looking forward to it!!................................to be continued.

Sven

[butch542000]

wow i loved it please keep posting heres a 10 for you many thanks for sharing :rock: :rock: :rock: :beer:

[Sveent]

Many thanks Butch ...here's the next part.

Barbara and I left the farm with Jasper and headed away from the village. Just a few hundred yards later, Barbara stopped beside a five barred gate. " Let's take the high road!" she laughed. " Fine by me " I replied and pushed the spring lever on the gate. Once we were through and heading up the lane we checked to see there were no livestock or sheep around before letting Jasper off the lead. He immediately bounded off, pausing now and then to cock his leg and mark out his territory. The lane climbed away gradually with a gate at each dry stone wall separating the grass fields. Walking briskly, we were soon far enough up the hillside to be able to appreciate the beauty of the wild Yorkshire countryside. We stopped briefly, leaning against a gate leading from the lane into a large field.
Dotted about on both sides of the dale (valley) were small farmyards. The steep hillsides, poor soil depth and extremes of weather meant commercial agriculture was impossible, so every farm in sight was either a dairy farm, sheep farm or in some cases both. Most farmers kept a few pigs, but mostly as a sideline. In addition there were old farms which had been taken over and were now used as pony trekking centres, hunter studs and even a miniature pony centre.
Higher up the hillsides, old stone barns were either cut into the side of the hills or tucked into the corner of a field with a few pine trees planted around them to form a windbreak. My gaze fell on one barn after another as I wondered which one belonged to Joe and Liz. As if reading my mind Barbara playfully poked me in the ribs and said "The one you're looking for is on this side of the dale just down there." I looked in the direction she was pointing and, sure enough less than a couple of hundred yards away stood the barn The stone steps leading up the outside to the loft door were clearly visible. I looked around for Jasper. He was at the bottom of the field already chasing anything that moved. I looked over to the barn again and the images of Joe, Liz and the pony rose to the surface.
My penis began to stiffen and push uncomfortably against the fabric of my jeans. I put a hand in my pocket to adjust myself. Barbara caught sight of my wriggling hand and laughed out loud. " You too ?" she cried and hoisting up her dress, she grabbed my free hand and placed it on the gusset of her white knickers. Her knickers were damp and I could feel the outline of her mons venus and deliciously formed slit. I let my middle finger gently trace the line of her vagina whilst freeing my other hand. Barbara moaned as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, her lips parted as I crushed my mouth to hers. All the pent up frustrations from ten months at sea spilled over. My finger pressed harder against the thin cotton of her knickers forcing the material tight against her clitoris. She moaned again and, with her words spoken in short gasps ... "No!... Sven!.... wait!" she panted. " The barn! lets get to the barn first!" Before I could react, she broke free of my grasp, hit the spring lever and was through the gate and away. Pushing the gate closed, I hared off after her and caught her at the bottom of the stone steps. "You bitch" I laughed grabbing hold of her again. I kissed her roughly again, but this time I was in control and before she could resist I threw her over my shoulders and carried her giggling and screaming up the steps. I lifted the door latch and as soon as we were inside I dropped her onto a pile of loose hay. Already I was undoing my belt as Barbara tried to get up. "No you don't you slut!" I snarled pushing her back into the hay. "Oh please don't hurt me !" she cried in mock fear, and although it was role play, I was going to make it as realistic as possible. Barbara made half hearted attempts to "escape" her "rapist" while I got out of my pants. The shiny purple helmet of my now fully erect penis was bouncing with every move I made. Throwing myself on top of Barbara, I dispensed totally with foreplay. One hand went straight beneath her dress and hooked the gusset of her knickers between fingers and thumb...with one vicious movement I tore the material in two. Barbara gasped, but before she could react I forced my knees between her flaying legs and pressed the blood engorged head of my rampant penis against the soft, wet lips of her vagina. I rubbed it up and down her slit using her fluids to lubricate around her swollen clitoris. She gasped with pleasure. Holding her hair tight, I tried to kiss her, but she kept tossing her head from side to side. Her hands beat against my chest until, tired of playing and desperate to sink my cock inside her warm, wet vagina I lunged my backside forwards. Barbara's natural lubrication ensured a clean swift penetration as I pushed my cock in until I could feel her red pubic hair mashing against mine.
My efforts were rewarded with a deep moan and a brief respite from her struggles. I took both her hands and yanked them above her head and kept them there using my left hand. With my other hand, I lifted her dress until it was gathered around her neck and shoulders exposing her white brassiere. "What are you doing Sven? No! No!" she cried as I hooked my fingers between the cups of her brassiere and tore them asunder. I buried my head between those beautiful soft freckled mounds sucking and kissing each in turn as I began to thrust. "You bastard!!" she cried "is this what you want? Take me then!!". I knew fine well she wanted it too and Barbara responded, her hips rising to meet each forward movement and her juices now flowing freely mingled with our sweat and pubic hair. "Come on... deeper you bastard! give it to me hard!!" she moaned as I slammed my penis deeper inside.We kissed long and hard, our tongues tasting each other, our breathing becoming harder as we raced towards a climax. Her slit made low sucking sounds as my penis slid in and out, the pace quickening until finally I shot my load of semen deep in her womb. Barbara cried out in release as she too orgasmed, the muscles of her vagina clamping around my penis. We clung together and lay still, savouring the precious moment. Her shoulders began to tremble and as I lifted my hand to brush the hair from her face, I saw she was sobbing. "Was I too rough on you darling?" I asked, concerned I had hurt her. " Can't you tell when a girl's happy you daft bugger?" she sobbed. "Well lord help us when you're sad then!" I replied as I sat up. She brushed away the tears and we both laughed. The sweat was pouring from us both with little rivulets tickling those secret places as it rolled off our bodies. I decided to strip off completely and cool down. Barbara took off her dress ( I had deliberately left it undamaged to protect her modesty when we returned to the Inn) She removed the remnants of her brassiere and knickers and put them in her handbag then lay back on the bed of hay now wearing only a garter belt and badly laddered nylons. I watched in loving fascination as my semen began to seep from the flared labia of her vagina. Both our juices had started to dry in white, sticky flaky stains on her inner thighs and stockings. I leant forwards, gently spread her legs wide and began to lick and gently suck her most private of parts. Her moans of pleasure were like music to my ears....then "Here let me do the same to you Sven" she whispered as she rolled on top of me in the classic sixty - nine position and took me in her mouth.
At that moment, Jasper bounded in to the loft, panting fit to burst. We had both been so ensconced in our own little world that we had forgotten about him. Jasper was none too hot on foreplay either as he bounded forwards and with Barbara kneeling with her slit directly above me , I got a worms eye view as Jasper expertly mounted her and humped at her backside like a jackhammer. I had never witnessed anything like this before and watched in silent fascination as he jabbed his pink prick time and again aginst Barbara's thighs and bottom. She gasped in pleasant surprise as she felt his front legs wrap around her waist and revelled in the feeling of his hairy body against her skin. "Shall I get him off?" I asked Barbara. " Don't you dare!" she snapped back, "I've been waiting for this for almost as long as I've waited for you! Please don't spoil it now". I had no intention of spoiling it, I just carried on watching as the slippery end of the dog's cock jabbed away just above my head spraying warm liquid against Barbara's thighs and around her vagina, making her pubic hair glisten. Some of the liquid was splashing on to my face and, despite myself I found myself deliberately tasting it. I was about to ask if Barbara wanted help, when Jasper's penis found its mark (albeit the wrong mark).........and speared into her sphincter! As soon as Jasper felt the warmth around his cock, he braced himself and pushed his long, pink cock into her tight anus. I noticed between the tip and near to the hairy sheath a slight bulge on his penis and watched in wonder as her tight shincter muscle expanded to receive it and then closed behind it. His hairy sheath was now pressed tightly up against Barbara's anus as the dog began to thrust between her buttocks. Barbara had cried out in pain as Jasper entered her and once again I asked if she was alright. "Leave him as he is," she replied..."he may get aggressive if he is pulled away...I think it will be o.k"
Jasper kept rutting in to Barbara's tight little anus, but she did not seem to be gaining any pleasure from this particular coupling, so instinctively lifted my head between her thighs and began to lap at her clitoris (and the dog's juices) as they trickled from Barbara's tormented hole. It was like throwing a switch. Firstly Barbara responded with a long moan of pleasure, "That's it Sven! lick me there...faster!....faster!" she gasped. "Oh it feels so good!" she moaned "he feels huge!" From what little I could see of Jasper's cock, it was now a deep livid red colour and the shaft between the sheath and the bulge had thickened considerably. Barbara's moans were coming thick and fast as Jasper continued his anal rape and I licked at her swollen clitoris. This wasn't easy as I had to almost bury my face into the soft underbelly of Jasper as he continued to pump away at Barbara. I noticed, the coupling method is different to humans as the dog's penis remained tight inside until he had finished with her. Suddenly Barbara cried out he was coming and she could feel warm jets of semen splashing her insides. My tongueing efforts weren't enough and Barbara reached between her thighs and started to finger herself rapidly. Soon she too was bucking in the throes of a multiple orgasm as Jasper panted and slobbered above her. He nearly poked my eye out as I watched him try to throw one leg over Barbara's bottom." He's now "tied" to me Sven," panted Barbara."It is his natural instinct to turn until we are back to back....please help him darling, but be careful it is quite painful!" I slid from beneath Barbara and moved to help Jasper. As I took the weight of his rear end he lifted his leg over as Barbara eased forwards and raised her bottom to accommodate him. When I lowered Jasper to the floor he was still locked in to his mistress back to back. I moved round to face Barbara "Are you sure your'e ok?" I asked .
"I wasn't the way I had planned it, but yes my darling it's ok and thanks to your tongue...most enjoyable." Both Jasper and Barbara were still panting from their exertions with Jasper now making low whimpering sounds as every movement seemed painful to him. While I gently kissed and stroked her hair, Barbara noticed my erection."Oh you poor darling Sven" she cried "come here and let me take care of you...I'm so sorry you were left out." Barbara took my penis in her mouth and within seconds my semen was sliding down her throat such had been the effect of the dog rape. A short while later, Jasper had cooled off enough for him to pull out. His knot made a slight popping sound as he withdrew with semen literally splashing out and down Barbara's thighs. Once again I was amazed as Barbara's sphincter again expanded around a knot now as big as a tennis ball and the sheer size of Jasper's penis when he withdrew is something I will never forget.
We quickly dressed as it was getting late and the Sun was now getting low in the sky. Making sure we left nothing behind the three of us left the barn and headed back to the Inn.

To be continued, ;)
Sven

[farmerdude]

WOW!!! Thank you so very, very much!!!

[OneLessInnocentName]

Interesting premise.

[horselover007]

wow, loveing it.

[Sveent]

Many thanks to Farmerdude, OneLessInnocentLover and Horselover007 for your encouragement. It is much appreciated :beer:

Please read on.



Part Five:


It was almost seven o'clock by the time we reached the Inn, hot dishevelled and tired. We went around the back and Jasper and Barbara waited while I sought permission from the landlord to bring Jasper indoors. The chap was most helpful in providing us with a dog bowl, but he would not allow us to have Jasper in the room. I took the bowl out to the yard and filled it with water from the outside tap. Jasper lapped up the water gratefully whilst I explained the situation to Barbara. This was something Barbara had overlooked when making the reservation, but totally unfazed, she made a quick 'phone call to Liz and asked if Jasper could sleep at the farmhouse for the next few nights. Liz agreed and said she looked forwards to seeing us after supper. Jasper meanwhile, had settled down on to an old hearth rug which lay by the back door and I was able to attach his lead to an adjacent drainpipe.
Barbara led the way up to our room and once inside, stripped away her clothes. Opening her handbag, she took out her torn knickers, nylons and brassiere and put them into a plastic carrierbag for discreet disposal later. Taking the bowl from the antique washstand which stood in the corner, she headed for the bathroom humming softly to herself. She returned with the bowl of warm water and a couple of face tissues and placed them on the dressing table close to the bed. Sitting down on the very edge of the bed, she took the table mirror and used it to examine her sphincter. I asked if she was ok and said she was a bit sore. I squatted down next to her and looked at the redness between her buttocks. Mixed with the dried fluids were short dog hairs which had rubbed and chafed against her skin during the walk back to the Inn. She proceeded to wipe these away with the wet tissues. In the creases which formed her sphincter muscle were more hairs from Jaspers cock sheath which had worked their way in during his violent thrusting earlier. I told Barbara to kneel on the bed and while she held her cheeks apart I was able to tenderly wipe away all the remaining dog hairs. I noticed one or twoo deeper scratches to the backs of her thighs where Jasper had sought purchase when trying to turn over her back. There were also slightly bloodied tears in Barbara's anus from when Jasper's knot withdrew. As I wiped gently at these, Barbara let out little oohs and aahhs, "Sore?" I asked, "They sting little, but I'll live!" she laughed and rolled over on to her back like a playful puppy, her rounded belly and generous breasts wobbling as she moved. Teasingly she opened her legs and using the fingers of one hand parted her vagina, the pink moist labia complementing her red bush. "Well?" she asked seductively. How I adored every inch of this voluptuous woman! Yes I wanted her, but there were other things to take care of first, including poor Jasper. "Come on you" I said, breaking the spell "I'm starving and Jasper will need to eat too." With a sigh, Barbara got up and headed for the shower. I quickly undressed and joined Barbara where we we were able to soap each other down despite all the touching and teasing. We emerged a few minutes later and I lay on the bed while Barbara got ready. I watched as she applied a generous amount of vaseline to her anus and between her buttocks. "To help ease the soreness." she said, thereby answering my unasked question. She continued dressing, pulling on a white open bottom girdle to which she attached her tanned nylon stockings. Then she pulled white cotton knickers over the girdle and next, dipped forwards slightly as she seemed to "pour" her magnificent breasts into a matching white brassiere. I must have dozed off at that point as the next thing I knew Barbara was shaking me awake. "Come on Sven," she said " it's nearly eight thirty. I saw she had finished dressing and looked stunning in a loose fitting skirt, pink striped blouse with a turned up collar. She had left the top three buttons undone to show off her deep cleavage and the soft lace where her brassiere cups joined. Her deep red high heeled shoes emphasised the shape of her legs to perfection, a mass of red wavy hair tumbled over her shoulders shining like burnished bronze.
"Sven, while you get dressed I will just take Jasper in the car to Liz, I won't be long." and with that she was gone. Once dressed I went downstairs and waited by the front door. There was a refreshingly cool breeze blowing down from the fells and the Sun had dipped below the horizon creating a "Turner Sunset" of vivid reds, pinks and blues. "What a day this has been." I mused as Barbara turned into the carpark in a cloud of dust. Slamming the car door shut she walked quickly towards me and took my hand in hers. Stretching up on tiptoes she whispered excitedly, "Because of this afternoon the plans I made for this evening have changed, but I promise neither you nor I will be disappointed." We went inside to eat. Barbara seemed increasingly impatient throughout the meal, constantly looking at her watch.
"Let's take the car." she said as we left the table. I was practically dragged out to the car park and less than two or three minutes later we were parked outside the front door to the farmhouse. Liz greeted us both warmly and led us inside to the drawing room. "Cognac? " she asked. "Yes please!" we both replied. Liz brought over our drinks then poured one for herself before settling herself into the large armchair by the fireplace.
"Where are all your dogs Liz?" I asked. "They've been fed and watered, but I've left them in the barn tonight, Jasper included" she answered then "Too many distractions eh Barbara?". The pair of them giggled at their secret joke. Liz then asked Barbara if I had been told how they had met. Barbara answered I knew everything up to Liz and Joe finding her in the pig house and planned to tell me soon all that had taken place since. Tonight was more important and with that, Barbara asked Liz if she could reveal her "surprise". Liz downed her drink, suggested we do the same and then follow her. Both seemed more and more excited with every step we took towards the outhouse side door. For the first time I was able to see inside the room created by the wooden partition. It was dark now and Liz was fumbling with the key. Finally she managed to unlock the door and we stepped inside as Liz switched on the lights. I had imagined it to be like a loose box, but it had been divided along one wall into nine or ten stalls. Tethered in each of the stalls was a miniature pony. Moving quickly into the nearest stall, Liz untethered the pony and led him out. He hooked his nose beneath her loose fitting dress and I could hear him snorting and sniffing at her crotch. Liz made no attempt to move or to stop him. The little stallion's excitement was obvious as his black and pink coloured cock dropped from it's sheath and began to stiffen. Barbara gasped then fainted!

Sven ;)