Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 21:55:27 EDT
From: Nathan Harvey
Subject: Animal by Nathan Harvey

Animal
By Nathan Harvey

When I graduated high school I told my parents I was going to major in
Animal Husbandry in College.  At first they just laughed.  Dad told me I
should study something that I could make a living working at when I
graduated and started my new life.  It took a while but they final believed
I was serious.  I told them how and when I'd first learned what Animal
Husbandry was in science class in Jr. High. I knew it was the career I
wanted.  Then I pointed out that I'd always had dogs and hamsters and even
a pet rat as I was growing up.  I loved animals of all kinds with a
passion.  I'd always tried to learn everything I could about my pet animals
and eventually I started studying about all animals.  When I found out
about a special branch of agriculture that was mainly concerned about the
care and breeding of domestic animals I knew I'd found my vocation.  That
was when I decided what my major would be.  All through College we studied
the habits and biology of animals.  We even had a barn on campus stocked
with horses, pigs and cows we cared for.

From my first week of school I knew I'd made the right choice. This was
going to be the career of my dreams. Now, four years later I was graduating
at the top of my class.  The only thing left for me to do was find a place
that needed me.  I'd started thinking about finding a job early in my last
year of school.  I began placing advertisements in the Farm Gazette and
some of the other farm journals.  I was gratified when the letters began to
come in.  Most all of the responses to my advertisement were from companies
that practiced agriculture farming.  I could do it but it just wasn't my
speed, I didn't want to be some guy in a white coat engineering their crop
rotations.  Even worse was just to keep up with the breeding count of a lot
of pigs and hogs on some computer spread sheet in an air- conditioned
office in some city.  I'd taken up Animal Husbandry because I loved being
close to the animals, of knowing how they reacted and how they felt.  That
meant being on a farm because I wanted to be around them, to touch them and
take care of them.

Professor Davis, the Prof. in charge of the barn management classes and I
had struck it off right away.  That first day I'd stayed after class in the
barn just to be around the animals.  He was standing close to me as I was
petting and fondling this one old cow.  He began asking me how I happened
to come to want to major in Animal Husbandry.  As we talked he kept moving
closer to me.  His crotch kept touching my hand and the second time he
rubbed against me I began blushing like crazy and my hormones began to
respond to him.  The Prof. seemed to know I wanted him and as his hand
passed in front of me he groped my hard-on.  Leaving me he slipped into one
of the stalls.  I could see through the boards as he removed his shirt and
dropped his jeans.  Then he began stroking his cock and calling to me to
come to him he had something for me.

I knew what he was going to offer me.  As soon as I saw him leaning their
spread eagle against the stall with that piece enormous piece of meat I was
on my knees sucking his cock down my throat.  Chuckling he said he never
made a mistake, he could spot a hot bitch a mile away.  He was a damn
looking hot stud and hung like a bull.  I was ready to go down on him
anywhere anytime and he damn well knew it.  After spending that first
weekend with him at his place I moved in to live with him.  To make things
seem proper to the school faculty he began paying me a small salary calling
me his executive assistant.  In truth I was his whore.  Mainly what I
assisted him in was letting him fuck my ass off every night.  I was going
to be sorry to leave my Professor and his friends.  He was the one man that
really turned me on as much as animals did.  He always kidded me saying I
had the mind and soul of an animal the way I loved getting fucked and
sucking big cocks. By my senior year he had me servicing all of his buddies
and some of their friends and I loved it.

 It was the day before graduation when this big wrinkled manila envelope
arrived in my post office box.  When I opened it and because of the badly
typed letter I had little hope that it was anything really serious.  The
letter was poorly spaced on the paper and had lots of misspelling.  However
there were lots of pictures.  Sifting through the pictures I began to feel
differently about the letter. They were pictures of his farm.  Printed
neatly on the back of each picture was what the structure was used for.
The largest picture was that of a stone cottage.  It had small deeply
reassessed windows and a large veranda with vines shading it.  It had all
the styling and romance of a cottage that would have been at home somewhere
in England centuries ago.  All the picture had lettered on it was farm
house were you will live with me.  Then there was this barn and I knew I
was in love than.  Whoever had built this farm had to be a romantic.

The clincher in the whole package was the barn.  It was huge like the barns
of yesterday.  It was painted in the old barn red color with a wonderful
series of cupolas spaced along the roof top.  Each cupola sported a
whimsical copper Weathervane of a different kind of animal.  Then there was
that unusual corn silo.  It was built our of the same stone as the house.
On the silo the stones had been place in a decorative hit and miss pattern
to allow air to pass into it for drying of the corn.  It was like a
fantasy, the tower was like something from the fairy tale of Rapunzel
adding to the fairy tale effect the whole farm had. Chuckling I wondered if
I let down my golden hair if my prince would come climbing up to make love
to me and steal me away. Well enough of that fairy tale stuff.

 That Willard guy didn't look like the kind of guy that fooled around with
other men.  I knew in my heart that this was the job I'd studied for all my
life and I was damn well sure I could make a go of it.  Going back to
looking at the pictures more closely I saw one little stone extenuation on
the barn marked Kennels. This farm seemed to have everything, animals,
crops, and even dogs.  I was in love.  This was a place I could make my
home forever.  Reading hastily through the letter again it said, "I need a
boy to work that will love my animals and help me with my books because I
aint two good at book learning but I is a damn good farmer.  It wood be
good if he and I likked each other because it is just me and him living
together.  I aint able to pay much but I can tell you it will be a
wonderful life if you are a rite person."  Then it was signed Willard
Johnson. Reading the letter over again I had his gut feeling that whoever
wrote that letter needed me as much as I needed him.  Going through the
pictures again I saw this a lone figure standing next to the barn.  I
wondered if that figure was Willard Johnson.  Turning the picture over it
had Willard scrawled on it.

This figure standing in the shadows was hard to make out.  Getting out my
magnifying glass I strained to see what he looked like.  Looking over the
guy in the picture if this guy was Willard he was something else again. He
looked mean, big, an ugly and somehow sexy as hell. The brute in the
picture was wearing coveralls, works boots and was without a hat or
shirt. This Willard Johnson was so bazaar looking he could have been a
wrestlers on late night TV.  Looking again at the picture I decided he was
even bigger and meaner looking than any of them.  He looked like he would
be more at home as an overlord for a chain gang. One thing was for sure was
he looked as much like an animal as a man could get. Still I knew if that
beast had built this farm there must be the heart of a poet in his chest
and the cock of a bull.  Somehow I really had a good feeling about him.  I
had to look up where West forks was located and I found out it was
somewhere in the Ozark foothills.  There was an address on the envelope so
I tried finding a telephone number to call him.

Whoever or whatever he was he didn't have a listed telephone. The only
thing left that I knew to do now was to compose some kind of letter telling
him I was coming out to visit him and see his farm.  He could interview me
as well as I would get chance to see what his farm looked like and what
kind of animals he had.  Mailing my letter all that was left for me to do
was get my bus ticket.  I hoped he would pick me up at the bus depot like
I'd asked him to and not leave me standing in the middle of nowhere. All
that long hot ride sitting there on that stuffy bus I kept dreaming of that
beautiful farm.  I was glad when my folks had attended the graduation
because it gave me the chance to tell them I was interviewing for this job.
That was when Dad said they had expected me to move after graduation when I
found the job I was interested in.  I was pleased they seemed to accept my
decision so readily.

My family had never been close.  Mother and Dad just weren't the kind of
people that kissed or made a big fuss about anything.  I sometimes wandered
how they ever fucked to produce me.  I often wondered if that was why I'd
looked for love in other places.  I had started by loving small animals and
eventual I was into dogs and other beasts.  It wasn't long after that I
found that I could love other boys and they were more than willing to let
me service them.  I'd never admitted to my parents I was gay but I am sure
they always knew.  By never saying anything we never discussed it.  It was
kind like the service shit, don't ask don't tell.  All they said was when I
got settled they would send my things to me. Graduation was over and it was
time now for me to get a job and make a living.  My free ride as a
dependent of my father was now over. I told them I would send a list of the
things I wanted and then they could call Good Will to dispose of the other
stuff.  Mother then went on to tell me how she and dad were planning on
making my room into an office and they would pack and send anything I
wanted from home. That was it, they drove off I now had my new life.

This bus trip seemed to symbolize my new life had begun.  As we moved
through Indianapolis we drove around the circle and I sure would miss
cruising the circle.  When the bus passed through Jefferson City I was
beginning to wonder if I would half to become a celibate down here.  I'd
thought they had gay bars down there or maybe I could meet some hometown
yokel with a big cock but the further south we got the less likely there
would be anyplace to go cruising.  When we came to the town of Carthage and
I knew my stop was next after that.  From the looks of things I was
beginning to give up any hope of finding any gay bars.  The trip had been
long and grueling and I wondered if this Willard Johnson would be there,
what he looked like and if he would like me.  Standing there waiting for my
luggage I felt this big hand on my shoulder.  Turning I was staring at this
cold hard face that seemed to be looking right through me.  Then he asked,
"You that Jason kid that wrote me?"  I'm Willard Johnson, but most people
hear a bouts calls me Animal.  All I could do was nod.  He must have
thought I the expression on my face was a smile.  In a low voice all he
said was, "Good! you don't talk much kid".

Grunting and pointing at my luggage he asked if all that shit was mine.
Swooping it up he began walking away with it.  Turning and muttering he
called to me telling me to get my ass in gear that he had to get back to
bed down his live stock.  As he threw my stuff in the back of his rusted
out old ford pickup I tried to open the passenger door to get in.  Looking
up he yelled "it don't work kid get in my side."  As I stepped around the
truck getting on the running board he gave me a push and I'd swear it was
more to get a hand full of my ass then to help me. When I was inside the
truck stunk like manure.  The upholstery or what there was of it had the
stuffing and springs sticking out of the seats and it and were filthy.
Looking over at me all he said was "use it to haul, don't go much, just me
and my animals".  Looking back at him I told him I could only stay a day
maybe two at the most.  Then I had to go home. Shrugging his shoulders
saying "if you don't like it no matter, I was expecting more of a man.
When I saw you standing there with your curly blond hair you looked to
pretty to be a real man.

Shrugging his shoulders saying "stay if you want or leave, just make up
your mind quick.  Looking over at me and winking he said "I like fucking my
mare but you got a cute ass and it would be nice to fuck your ass".
Looking at him somehow I could believed that he was the kind of man that
would screw animals.  In school we had all talked about people that, they
were called `zoo people' and I was damn well was sure if would fuck an
animal he would like fucking my ass.  We drove through miles of lush green
fields passing little ramshackle buildings.  Every once in a while you
could see some of the shacks had a cow or goat tied up in their front
yards.  They all had chickens running around free.  Willard turned and
pointed saying they were all proud people so don't get any funny ideas
about making fun of them or the way they lived.  They were all religious
hard working people.

We pulled off of what I thought was a dirt back road onto a road that could
only be described as a cow path.  Bouncing along he began humming and
saying not two many people ever came out to his farm.  As I bounced around
the cab of his truck I could damn well see why, you almost needed a Hummer
to negotiate this damn road.  Sitting there bouncing around like a toy I
though that there went any chance of me getting out to find a gay bar.  As
the truck crested the hill I could see his farm.  I had to catch my breath
it was magnificent almost like Brigadoon arising in the evening mist.  The
closer we got the more I knew this was where I wanted to live.  As we
passed through his fields and through the farmyard he finally pulled up in
front of the house.  Getting out he swooped up my stuff and carried it into
the house.  Passing quickly through the main room he pushed open this door
and unceremoniously dumped my stuff in the middle of the bed room.

Turning and telling me I could put it away later or leave it packed until
I'd had made up my mind if I wanted to leave or stay.  Then as he turned to
leave he told me to put on some work clothes and come down to the barn to
help him take care of the animals.  Chuckling he said it was time to screw
his mare because she was in heat and liked a good fuck.  When I told him I
had to unpack to get some work clothes he pulled a pair of coveralls off
the hook on the closet door.  Flinging them at me he told me to dress quick
and grunting he told me to come down to the barn when I got changed.  As I
stripped and slipped into the coveralls I could smell the sent of his body
still lingering in the fabric.  I began getting a hard on just thinking
about being fucked by that animal.  If he wanted my ass I was more than
willing to make it easy for him.  I left off my underwear.  As I snapped
the straps on the coveralls I began looking around.  I'd noticed the
bedroom had only one big brass double bed but there was this handsome
carved chest against the opposite wall.  A simple elegant hand carved chair
next to the bed doubled as a nightstand.  I wondered where he was going to
have me sleep tonight.

Then in a rash feeling of excitement I hoped he wanted me to sleep with him
tonight.  Stepping out into the main room I could see that it would now be
called a great room.  It was elegant in structure and generous in
dimensions.  With a little cleaning and the right furniture it could be an
elegant room.  I peeked behind the two other doors looking for another
bedroom.  I found a bathroom and the only thing I could say about it was it
seemed to work when I flushed the john.  It looked like a stage setting
from The Grapes of Wrath.  Lastly the other door opened into what could be
called a larder for lack of a better word.  There were enough food stuffs
to survive for years and one of the biggest freezers I'd ever seen in a
private home.  One thing for sure was this was really a self contained
farm. Looking up at the old floor clock I was shocked to see how long I'd
been nosing around.  He must really think I was a goof off by now.

Hurrying down to the barn I was no sooner in the barn door and as my eyes
became accustom to the dim light I was aghast at seeing Willard standing
naked on a stool.  He was bent over the back of a spotted mare fucking the
shit out of her.  He looked like some of those Videos of the Professors
were all the guys were on screwing or sucking animals off.  Looking at that
hard naked body and that full strong back as that strong ass of his pumped
the beast I was jealous of that mare.  Glancing over at me he asked simply,
" you want sloppy seconds kid?"  Standing there dumbly as he pulled that
horse cock of his out of the mare he said his mare was the best fuck in the
county.  I don't know why, or in what perverted state of mind I was in but
I began to strip naked eager to get my throbbing cock into that
animal. Watching me wobbling naked on that stool with my cock in my hands
he reached over and steadied my waist.  As he held me he began running his
big rough hands all over my body making me even hotter.

Aiming my cock at that mares moist wet vagina I entered her.  It was
wonderful as that hot slick cunt closed around my cock.  I began pumping
like a madman driving my cock deep into her.  Chuckling at me as I worked
the mare Willard said I was damn well hung for such a dainty little man.
As I worked my cock into that mare he asked if I take a cock up may ass as
well as I screwed?  In a fucking frenzy I told him I could take everything
he had to give me.  I was hotter than hell and really gave it my all
shooting my load into those hot lips of that mare's ass.  Taking me by the
hand as I dismounted he told me we would wash up and fuck before supper.
Taking my hand he led me to a little stone enclosure in the front of the
barn and standing there he pulled on a chain.  We suddenly had our very own
shower from the tin ceiling above us.  It was almost like a gentle summer
rain.  As the warm clean water poured down over us he pointed up explaining
he collected rain water all summer and used it as a shower and to wash his
animals.  Going on he told me how the sun warmed it and that it was great
most of the year.

Standing in the gentle rain of his homemade shower and lathering up I let
the warm waters rinse me.  I was exhilarated from fucking that mare.  Then
Willard turned and handing me his bar of soap telling me to wash his back.
As my hands soaped and scrubbed those massive shoulders, then slipped down
to that strong waist, and finally to those tight buns of his I was so hot I
could have died on the spot.  Leaning against the stone wall he washed his
cock and balls he looked me over.  He was something out of one of my
wildest fantasies.  As he stroked his cock I watched in fascination as it
began to swell.  When he was at its full length he began coming to me.
With a determined look on his face he took me into his arms bending me over
like a rag doll saying he would see if I could take everything he had.  As
I leaned against the stones he rammed his cock up my ass muttering I sure
the hell was no virgin.  There was no foreplay, no love involved just the
searing pain of his entry into my body. As he fucked me told me I would get
better with use just like the mare had.  It was all I could do to keep from
crying out as he piston that huge cock in and out of my body.

My Prof. cock had been big but this guy was a real bull cock.  As he worked
it became easier to take him and even before he'd cum I was begging him for
more of his cock.  Holding me tight he shot his volley of cum into me then
he let me drop to my knees.  Still hot after he'd cum in me with the water
streaming down that hard glistening body of his he came around to my face.
Standing spread eagle with his hard cock in my face he grunted "you want it
again boy?  Looking up at that monster piece of meat I nodded yes.  His
cock so big that when I finally worked my mouth around him and down as far
as I could he put his hands on my head and began to force himself deeper
into me in little thrusting jabs. When he'd finally stretched my throat he
was able to force me to take all of him right down to his root.  Kneeling
at his feet impaled on his cock he began to rape my mouth.  Holding my head
he drove himself into my throat until I almost fainted from lack of oxygen.

Then he began that hard driving rhythm until finally he rewarded me for my
efforts and began filling me with his cum.  Pulling off of me then he let
me drop to the floor like a used condom telling me I was a good fuck.
That's when he told me I could stay with him and service him and his
animals.  Then giggling he ask if I'd ever been fucked by a dog. Blushing I
said I had heard of people doing that kind of thing but it was so barbaric.
Blushing then I told him I thought it must be exciting to have sex with an
animal and looking up into his face I told him if he wanted me to I would
do it, I would do anything he wanted if he would keep me.  Pulling me to my
feet he grunted saying I was going to get fucked by every animal on the
farm.  He was going to make me a real good farm bitch.  Still hot I begged
him to fuck me again.  This time he kept me on my knees and mounted me like
a dog.  As he worked my body I kept begging him for more and he rode me
like a he was breaking a bronco.

As he pumped my ass he almost seemed to consume my body ad he filled me
with his.  His hands began to search and find my nipples and he began
pulling on them until I was begging him to make my body his.  With a giant
thrust he sank his cock deep into me shooting his cum into me.  Holding me
tight he told me I was going to love being screwed by his dogs.  Standing
now and rinsing us off I looked around for a towel.  He told me we would
dry off as we walked to the house.  It was strange following behind that
naked stud like I was one of his farm animals out for a stroll but it was a
feeling I liked.  Pulling on a clean pair of coveralls Willard began
preparing our dinner.  I climbed back into the coveralls I'd been wearing
and watched as he went about dicing chopping and frying up this enormous
skillet of food.

Throwing some water into a pan to boil when it began to bubble he threw in
a hand full of coffee and set it off the stove to settle the grounds.  In a
short while we were sitting down eating off of his chipped enameled tin
plates and drinking from mismatched cups. The food was the best I ever ate
or I was so hungry I would eat anything. Sitting there with our coffee I
tried to make some kind of conversation.  I ask him were that beautiful
hand carved dresser came from. Giggling and blushing he said he carved it
last winter when he needed something to keep him occupied.  We finished up
our coffee then he told me to wash up the dishes.  He stoked up a roaring
fire saying it would be getting cold tonight with the mountain air
descending into the valley.  Then setting in his rocker he lit up his pipe
and relaxed.  Looking at him setting there I felt like I was home.  As I
washed the dishes I remembered the thrill of when I'd fucked his mare and
then he'd fucked me like one of his animals.  What the hell I thought,
Willard and I was a good match.

I was finishing up drying the last of our supper dishes and Willard walked
over and began banking the fire.  Looking up he said morning comes early on
his farm and we'd better turn in.  Looking at me he just pointed saying we
would be sleeping together in his bedroom now that I was his bitch.
Washing up I climbed into bed.  I'd stayed naked hoping he would fuck me
again.  I was in bed with the covers pulled up around me when he came into
the room, He was naked and his hard firm hairy body was beautiful.  He
looked like some savage beast coming to the wedding bed.  I was sure he was
going to screw me again.  I lay there wondering how he was going to
approach me but he just got in bed and pulling up the quilts rolled over
and went to sleep.  Damn I thought it was going to be hard getting to sleep
because I couldn't get that fucking of his out of my mind. He had the kind
of cock I craved.

I could feel the chill of night beginning to settle in the house as the
fire in the hearth died down.  I was warm and comfortable laying next to
Willard.  Snuggling close to him everything seemed perfect and I drifted
off to sleep The one thing I will say for my animal is he radiated body
heat. Waking slowly the next morning it took me a few seconds to realize
where I was and that I had surrendered myself to him as his bitch.  Then
remembering everything I moved my hands over this hairy naked beast lying
next to me.  He smelled so manly and moving my hands across him and feeling
his hard body I was just getting excited just feeling his body.  He was
still sound asleep so I let my hands slid down over his body. Coming to his
crotch I felt his rock hard cock sticking straight up. Sticking my head
under the covers I let my hands fondle his hard firm meat.  Lightly
touching that huge shaft of his with my tongue I thought he was damn well
suited to fuck horses, he was hung like one.  Then letting my lips graze
his cock and sneaking a lick at his cockshead my lips found themselves
around his cock.

If he was going to have sex with those animals all the time he could damn
well give me his cock like he did the other animals.  As I gently sucked on
him I could feel him begin to stir.  Then his big hands were on my head
holding me firm on his cock.  Willard sat up pulling the covers back
grinning at me.  Go boy, Take me and then I will get you some good fucking
that will make you real happy.  Going back down on his cock I used every
trick, every act that I had ever done to make that cock of his surrender
it's juices to me.  Finally filling me with his cum he said I was
wonderful.  I sucked that last bit of cum from him wanting every last drop.
Willard then jumped up and out of bed he saying it was time to eat and get
to work.  We had lots to do today.  What a trip I thought, well at least I
got his cock once more out of the deal. If I had to beg him for his cock I
would.

I was in misery with this set of balls that were ready to blow and laying
back I began stroking my meat. Looking back at me laying there with this
boner from hell laughed and kneeling down began working his body between my
legs.  Taking my cock into his mouth he began to suck me off.  As he worked
me he kept swallowing my meat deeper into his throat until I though he was
going to suck my cock right off of me. Finally I exploded into that hot
mouth of his shooting off into his mouth and he kept sucking on me until I
was begging him to stop.  Giggling then he pulled up telling me I was young
and sweet and tasted real good.  Then giving my cock a yank told me to get
off of my dead ass that we had a full day of work.  To say he worked me was
an understatement.  No sooner was I dressed in my boots and coverall we had
a simple breakfast and we were on to feed the animals, gather eggs and plow
some of the fields.  Then it was time to trim and prune the fruit trees and
harvested the ripe things for freezing. We only stopped for a beer and a
sandwich at noon then we worked until dust.  Leading me to the barn he said
it was time now that we play and then we would eat.

Walking over to the kennels that we had cleaned early in the day he
released the dogs and led the into the barn.  Running to us they seemed to
want us to play.  Telling me to take my coveralls off he was going to get
me in shape to breed with the rest of his animals.  That the hell I
thought, I'd already fucked a mare, and taking that horse cock of his up my
ass, I might as well go all the way.  It was then that he told me to get
down on all fours.  As soon as I was on my hands and knees they dogs knew
exactly what I was there for.  Almost instantly I had a dog smelling my
ass.  Then it was licking me and suddenly it was mounting me.  Willard was
there helping the dog, guiding his cock into me.  In seconds he had entered
me and began to work in staccato jabs until he had worked his cock deep
into me. Suddenly I felt this swelling and then pain and as I cried out.  I
told Willard the dog was tearing my ass apart.  Getting a stern look on his
face he said if I was so damn smart about animals I should know he was tied
to me, he liked my ass and wanted to have a litter with his bitch.

This big black Doberman kept pushing and shoving and suddenly I felt this
hot fluids flowing in me. Then Willard kept him from turning on me telling
me just to relax that that soon he would release me.  When the dog did
release me he asked if I liked it.  Nodding yes Willard asked if I wanted
another dog.  When I said yes he told me to just stay on my knees and the
other dogs would come to me.  What surprised me was when he dropped his
coveralls and in seconds he was taking this big black Labrador up the ass.
Grinning he said he like to play bitch to his dogs and they loved him.
With all the yapping and jumping we stayed there until all the dogs had
done us.  They were now laying contented when Willard crawled over to me
and telling me he would be my bitch now.  Willard was stretched wide and
sloppy with all the cum from the dogs and my hard cock slid into him like a
dream.  As I worked his ass he held me telling me I was an animal just like
him.

When I'd cum in his ass he whirled around grinning asking if I wanted to be
his bitch now. Giggling like a slut I begged him to fuck me.  He was on me
and pumping and banging my ass like I'd never had a man do before.  We
didn't fuck, we mated like wild beasts.  We were mow both covered with cum
and sweat when he finally led me to the showers.  We began to revive in the
warm soft rainwater and we mated again like animals. Each taking turns
being the mare and the Stallion.  We stayed ravaging each other until late
that night.  Walking to the house naked he told me he would fix his pretty
little bitch dinner.  Dinner was a surprise, he pulled pizzas out of his
freezer and we had pizza and wine for supper with a massive dish of ice
cream.  I rinsed the glasses and threw away our paper plates.  We were both
eager to go to bed.  Two tired and two spent for sex I cuddled in his
strong arms.  Kissing me he said "you go back tomorrow or you stay here and
be my bitch"?

Rolling over and crawling up on his body kissing him I said not tomorrow
not next week not ever.  Laughing he said, "good tomorrow I show you how
horse fuck me and you learn later."  Then I ask when I could get fucked by
a horse.  Smiling and running his fingers in my ass he say "baby's ass not
ready until we get you big down there, big enough for Willard to get his
fist and arm up your ass, don't want my pretty bitch to get hurt. You be
patient all the animals get to fuck you in time. Willard and his dogs get
you stretched out soon enough.  That next day I wrote for my things to be
sent here.  After our work we played with the dogs again.  This time there
was no hesitation.  The minute I dropped to my knees and spread my legs
they knew me and what I wanted from them.  They were eager to come to me as
well as Willard now.  Giggling he said I make a real good bitch.  We let
them take us as many times as they wanted.  Finally final they went back to
there cages well satisfied and tired from screwing us.

Pulling me up he said now I show you horse fucking Willard.  Standing there
naked and pulling on his boots he led me over to the stalls where he kept
the horses.  Walking into one of the stalls he muzzled and stroked the head
of this beautiful black stallion.  Patting him he began slipping leather
straps around his legs.  Looking up he said horse liked him but you should
never be foolish when having sex with a horse.  Tenderly he washed the
horse's cock just using his fingertips every so gently.  Then reaching
under him began licking and sucking at his cock.  The stallion seemed to be
enjoying it and getting excited.  When Willard had the stallion really
aroused he began pushing a bench under him.  Straddling the bench he moved
along the underside of the horse talking to him in soothing tones.  He kept
saying his mare missed his loving from his big strong lover.  He wanted to
mate with him tonight.  I gasped as he let the horse work that enormous
cock up his ass.  It had to be the size of a mans arm and when he almost
had it all up his ass the horse began screwing him.  Willard began moaning
and crying in passion as the horse worked him.

Finally when the love match was over he crawled off the bench.  Standing
there with horse cum dripping out of his ass he turned asking if I wanted a
real treat.  Falling to my knees I began licking and sucking his ass out.
Then pulling up on his body I sank my throbbing cock into that big wet
slick ass of his.  I knew now I had to learn how to have this horse like
Willard did.  Spent from our animal lovemaking we showered and walked to
the house.  I cooked that night as he sat there watching me. We ate quickly
and hurrying with the dishes he helped me dry them.  They Willard reached
into the pantry pulling out a can of lard saying tonight he would start
getting me ready for my horse cock.  That night as I lay in bed he lubed me
with the lard. Then he began working his fingers up my ass.  On finger,
than two, then three, finally four until I was begging for more until
finally screaming out in pain he had his hand into me.  Once he was into my
body we lay like that and he slowly worked me telling me in short time I
would be able to take a horse's cock up my ass.

It was a night of begging him to keep it up and my sobbing from pain, then
giggling from joy until finally he withdrew his hands and screwed me. As he
lay there crushing me with his body he began nibbling on my ear saying I
stay, I belong to him now same as all the animals on farm.  Holding him
tight and pulling him up and taking his cock into my mouth just before he
rammed it deep into me I said I belonged to him.  Moving around into a
sixty nine position we consumed each other.  Finally we slept.  That
morning I began the long letter to my parents telling them what I wanted
them to send, my books, my clothes and my computer.  They could get rid of
everything else, that I'd found a home to live in and work in and a man I
belonged to.  I had everything I needed or wanted here.  By the end of the
month I'd even managed to become a stud for his horses.  I looked forward
to becoming a bitch for all the rest of the animals on the farm.  Even the
ponies had accepted me just like Willard.  I'd everything I ever wanted or
needed.  Best of all the animal that I really loved most was my Willard.