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