Sunday, June 10, 2012

Crazy shit: Girl, Don't Ride The White Horse, by Rosario Satana

Girl, Don't Ride The White Horse, by Rosario Satana

Uncle Ray took me in under his care after Daddy died. Little did I know that Uncle was a dirty old man, only wanting me for my virgin pussy. But things turned around for the better when I met Unicorn, Uncle's horse.

This fictional book contains explicit sex between a woman with her step-uncle and a woman with a horse. The characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.

"Unicorn put the heel of his hoof on my back and pushed me down. I squirmed, trying to scramble away, but then his other hoof landed on my shoulder, trapping me to the ground. He bent down on top of me, his upper body crushing me with his weight. I could feel him jerking on top of me, and then I felt... it, his cock. The head jabbed in between my ass crack, hitting my asshole and then down to my pussy, before gathering enough of my pussy juice and nudging at my wet hole.

"No, horse! No!" I screamed hoarsely, but it was too late. I felt the incredibly thick head of Unicorn's dick enter me, stretching me more than I've ever been stretched before. Intense pain shot through my body as Unicorn shoved his long horse cock further into my pussy."


"Who's that nice piece of ass you got there, Ray?" asked an old man with sun-ripened skin which was barely protected by a straw cowboy hat.

"That there's my niece. She came to live with me now that her daddy died. Dumb as a bag of hammers, that girl is, but mighty fine to look at," Uncle Ray muttered through the toothpick in his mouth. I looked away from the two men, pretending to be fascinated with a fruit stand display and not overhearing their conversation, and also pretending to not be affected by what they said. Deep down I was angry.

"Mmm," said the old man. I could feel his gaze right through me. "Y'hear what the Jenkins boy got into today?" I tuned out the rest of their talk. I wasn't interested in the country or the people who lived here. Frankly, I regret even coming here, but it wasn't my idea. My daddy just passed away and my mother left when I was only a baby. I had nowhere else to go until Uncle Ray took me in. He wasn't close to Daddy since they were step-brothers and they had always fought over my grandfather's inheritance. Daddy ended up getting it, and with the money we were able to live in the city in a nice, comfortable home. But once he died, Uncle Ray gained the property and sold it immediately. I had no other choice but to follow him home here on his ranch.

"C'mon, girlie, we done talkin'," Uncle called to me. "Have a good one, Jim," he said to the old man as we piled up in his truck. I sighed as I got in. I didn't want to leave the market, since that meant going back to the ranch and being alone with Uncle.

"Now that we got some ingredients you can cook us up a good meal," Uncle said as we rode down a long dirt road. "I heard your daddy trained you well in the kitchen." I gave him a smile in response. I didn't want to talk about Daddy with him.

"What's wrong with you, girlie? You ain't talkin' much." Uncle touched my thigh, resting his hand there.

"Nothing," I said, my voice breaking from not speaking all day. 

"I'll cheer you up when we get home. Show you the barn and all the animals." As Uncle spoke, his hand trailed higher up my thigh under my dress, reaching towards my panties. In surprise, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Shush, you'll like it." Uncle squeezed the lips of my pussy hard together. His hand was rough and it felt like he was mauling me.

"I don't like it."

"Yes you do, you little slut. Now shut the hell up." I looked defiantly out the passenger window, intent on ignoring Uncle and his sick perversion. Was this what I had to look forward to – putting up with a dirty uncle for a place to stay?

Trees and farmland passed by, broken up intermittently by pastures of standing cattle and horses. I stared longingly at the horses as Uncle rubbed my pussy through my panties. All I could think was what it would be like to ride one of those horses – to ride and be free and not have an uncle, an uncle that I never thought would try to finger me.

Uncle pulled up to the long dirt driveway and parked beside his house. It was an old, run down house with chipped paint exposing a brick foundation. I didn't want to go inside of it and be holed up with Uncle in there, not just yet. My eyes darted past the house and to the big, tin-roofed barn that stood in Uncle's backyard. I had never seen the inside of a barn before, and I was determined to find out what it was like.

"I'm going to check out the barn," I told Uncle as I jumped out of the truck and headed to the backyard. He caught up with me and grabbed my arm, clutching it tight. "Next time you had better ask for my permission, young lady," he said, squeezing my arm hard.

 Girl, Don't Ride The White Horse, by Rosario Satana

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