I.
She kept her promises, I'll give her that. Amanda and I had snuck off to the barn one day and we didn't expect this little surprise.
It was a cool summer's day. Amanda had a half-day finish and she knew I'd be waiting there for her. I had started to really enjoy making love here.
I came to associate this place with the countless times I had waited for the horse-woman and the countless times she forced herself upon me. That every time after the first I had given implicit consent despite putting up as much futile resistance as I could was an irrelevant detail to her. Every time I teased her and then let her catch a glimpse of me sneaking into the barn at the end of the day, every time she called me her filthy human slut, every time she forced me to take it and fucked me despite my pleas, every time we'd both leave wanting more.
I was prepared for Amanda. I had already stripped and waiting behind the door when she arrived. As she stepped into the barn, I crept up behind her and placed my hands up under her untucked shirt and lightly traced them along her sides up to and inside her bra, gently squeezing her ample breasts. She giggled coyly as I leaned in to whisper.
"I've lost count of all the moments of passion I've shared with you and yet your body still sets me aflame like I've touched for the very first time," I said softly as I begun kissing her neck.
She let out a sexy 'mmmm' sound and I began to unbutton to her blouse. Amanda is one of the cowgirl anthros, one of the more human-looking species but for their cow-like, downturned ears, slight horns and furred, hooved legs. Her beautiful blonde hair and pixie hairdo compliment her light eyes and skin. She has this sweet, caring attitude about her and a dazzling smile.
She is also, like many of her kind, highly sexed. She loves to fuck and is very good at it. Common hobbies and interests is an important aspect to any good friendship.
Her body smelt slightly of the lavender of her shower gel but was so smooth from the moisturising cream. I pressed myself against the cheeks of her ass after getting her naked and run my tongue gently down her neck.
"After I've gone from the farm, you and Ruth will visit me in the autumn, right?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied, "I always wanted to see the city. You're a rural Sussex girl, you know how dull it gets out here."
I squeezed her breasts and began lowering myself, kisses running down her back, my hands trailing down her sides.
"I wasn't intending to spend much time outside my room," I said through kisses, "I have to warn you my fiancée's the jealous type."
"You have a fiancée back home?"
Her voice betrayed surprise. I stopped kissing briefly to answer her worries.
"Yes, like I said, 'jealous'," I put in a tone of playfulness, "I'll go home and I'll confess every detail. She'll punish me hard for my infidelity, of course."
I began nibbling gently at the cheeks if her ass, "when you and Ruth arrive, she'll want some fun with you. She'll tie me up as a punishment, force me to watch. She punishes me a lot but I only have myself to blame."
"Ooooh, she sounds like fun. You seriously do that?"
"No, I'm kidding," I laugh before putting on a sultry act, "I don't confess all the details, she has to work to get full story out of me. Lean forward."
She did and I went in for the kill. I tongued her ass as my hand slid between her legs, I gently slid a finger inside her followed by a second. I liked how wet she got, I remember begging her to queen me the first night we spent together because of it.
I never understood why some disliked tipping the velvet. I couldn't have been older than 13 when I tried tasting myself and I love it from the start. To me, it was the very taste and smell of sex itself.
She reached down to her clit and I felt the rhythms of her body speed up. I was relishing the thought of my tongue as this wet, probing tendril bringing her pleasure with its wild writhing but I knew I was missing out on the sight of her turned head, her eyes hazily closed and lips parted. I was missing out on the red blush of her face beneath her beautiful blonde hair.
I ran my free hand down her leg and felt the familiar goosebumps. I was poised, I knew when she climaxed, I would need to continue on her clit. My fingers, soaked by her sex, would be ready. There would be no mercy, I wanted to make her buckle, I wanted her shuddering and on her knees. My pussy throbbed intensely at this thought, I knew full well how good she was at expressing gratitude.
My efforts were stalled by the barn door swinging open. Amanda mewed in frustration but I knew we both had a more interesting night ahead of us. It was the familiar shape of the horse-woman. Four of her men, all horse-men, stepped in behind her.
"I told you tonight's entertainment would be here, looks like she's brought a friend. Get out if here, cowgirl, the human slut's ours for tonight," she folded her arms, "unless you're here for the games too?"
Behind her, her men had already closed the door and begun to unbutton shirts and step out jeans. They were lean-muscled, their penises were certainly shaped as you'd expect a horse anthro's to be but their human ancestry gave them a more realistic size for me.
"You're expecting this? I thought you were gay? What about me?
"I wasn't expecting them now and it's more complex than that. I'll make an exception for non-human men when it comes to pure sex."
"You'll be okay then? You... You want me to stay?"
"No, you don't need to stay, I mean I certainly wouldn't argue with you staying but I don..."
"I'll stay!" she had cut me off. Turning, she threw me a wicked smirk. God, every little thing she did made me want me her more
"Looks like there's overtime boys," the horse-woman snorted. Her men chuckled and advanced.
II.
I felt two arms grab mine and pull me up by the wrists, I looked up and a horse-man with bared teeth tied a cord around my wrists. It was telling, I mused, that they used such a soft cotton; it was pretty clear they wanted me to enjoy this too.
But evidently not too much, I was pulled along the ground in a forceful manner and onto a pile of a hay. I saw Amanda on her knees. Behind her, a horse-man stroked his erect cock while one held her hair firmly and ravished her tongue with his. Their snouts made kissing difficult but Amanda's tongue willing met his, her eyes closed with the ecstasy of the moment.
My attention was drawn by the two horse-men standing over my prone, naked body leering over me. One turned his head to speak.
"Can we fuck this one now? She looks like she wants me inside her real bad."
I did.
"No," came the Horse-woman's reply, "I've spent so many nights forcing myself upon her, every time she begs me to stop, every time she comes back for more."
She walked behind me and kneeled, she begun to gently massage my shoulders. Leaning in, she spoke softly.
"I want this slut to beg me for it this time, I want her to watch her friend get fucked over and over until her pussy aches. This time I want her to admit it."
If she'd told me to admit it there and then I would have, it was always an open secret that I wanted it so badly. I never consented to it but that's how she wanted her little human slut and how I wanted to be treated. She didn't want me to pretend this time but she didn't want me to give in early.
She gave a nod and Amanda was forced onto all fours, behind her one horse-man kneeled and lined up his cock, ready to enter her. Another kneeled in front of her, she reached for his cock with an outstretched tongue but he kept it tantalisingly beyond her reach.
"I knew you'd be a greedy one, Amanda," the horse-woman, "are you good at sucking cock?"
"Yes, please let me show you."
"You want to see Natalie squirm and beg, don't you?"
"Oh yes, very much so."
"Does it make you hot turning against her like this?"
"Very hot."
"Are you going to show her how good his cock feels in your mouth?"
