Archive-name: Bestial/maryanne.txt Archive-author: The Taxman Archive-title: Mary Anne I watched as the small white van pulled into the yard. The farrier got out and took out a small tool kit and went into the barn while I stared out the window from my living room on the second floor, some thirty yards away from the barn across a rolling green paddock. The brown mare, Kaleigh, the brown thoroughbred, Will Bill, and the small buff pony mare, aply named Buffy, all stood around and watched her enter. Her name, the farrier, was Mary Anne. I had watched her like this quite a number of times, and only a few times spoken to her. She was a short girl, only 5'3'' or so, with dark slightly curly hair and chocolate brown, wide eyes. Her face was freckled, making her look significantly younger than her 24 years, and all of her curves were in the right places. I watched the horses prance around the barn at her arrival for a while, slowly becoming stimulated as I watched. Before I had even realized it, I was heading out the door and down towards the barn with only my sweatpants on. The hot summer day was bright; not a cloud to be seen anywhere. As I approached the cool and relative darkness of the barn, I could see Buffy's stall door open and one of Mary Anne's feet stuck out from it as she worked on her shoes. I picked a riding crop off the wall and stood there watching her tight little ass move up and down as she worked on Buffy's foot. I was fully aroused at this point and the length of my hardness was tenting out my sweatpants. She didn't seem to notice that I was there and continued to work. I slipped up behind her and looked down at her. She was nearly at a point between my legs, kneeling on the floor of the stall. I bent down and extended a hand towards her, hesitating but a moment before running my hand between her slightly-parted legs and rubbing it up along the center off her ass, pressing hard against her pants. She instantly turned around with a look of shock on her face and shouted, "What are you doing?" I didn't even bother to reply. I noticed that her eyes glanced down at my stiff member, and I could tell she knew what I was about. Her face looked a little bit more shocked as I grabbed her leather belt and hauled her off the floor. I stood in front of her with the crop in one hand, slapping it gently against my leg for effect. "Take your clothes off," I said simply. I don't know if it is was my tone of voice or my mannerisms, but she seemed to know I meant business and began removing her clothes. She started with her shirt, which she slid off, revealing that she was wearing no bra. Her pert, big-aureoled breasts which were slightly dark due to her Hispanic heritage stood out on her chest. My eyes strayed to them and then downward as she proceeded to unbuckle her belt. She seemed to think my downward glance meant that I was some- how off guard, and she attempted to run. I grabbed her arm and looked at her sternly. "If that's the way it has to be," I said. I hauled her with me to one side of the barn and hooked one of the leather straps around her wrist that is used to tie the horses down so they don't move on you when you're working with them. I made it snug but not too tight, then walked her to the center of the barn and grabbed the strap from the other side, which I applied to her free arm. She stood there motionless with her arms outstretched, only able to move slightly, but she was obviously not in much pain, if any. I stood behind her and placed the crop on the floor, then pro- ceeded to slide off her pants. She had a very thin pair of pink panties on, which I also took off and threw in a heap in Buffy's stall. Her tight ass cheeks were perfectly formed, and the dark down of her love mound peeked from between her legs. I looked at her apprasingly for a few moments and then told her to get on her knees, which she did instantly. I went into Buffy's stall and brought her out. Mary Anne looked back and forth between the horse and me. I slowly backed Buffy up so she was standing with her hind end right by Mary Anne's face. I told her to start licking. Since Buffy was short and her rump was rather tight together, I held her tail out of the way and her rump apart so that Mary Anne could get in to lick her. I watched, moaning, was she began with her tongue on the horse's love hole. She couldn't get in too close, but it allowed me to see her tender pink tongue darting between the mare's velvetty pink vaginal lips. As Mary Anne worked I could see that she was beginning to enjoy it. I told her that was enough and she pulled her head back. Just as I was about to lead Buffy away I felt the mare give a small shudder, and then I heard a long, steady sound as she emptied her bladder on Mary Anne's stomach, the thick, yellow stream coursed down over her abdoment and legs and onto the floor. Mary Anne just sat there in schock and didn't attempt to move or say anything. I led Buffy away and brought out Wild Bill, the thoroughbred stallion. As I brought Wild Bill up to her, Mary Anne had already guessed what I expected of her and begin to massage his sheath with one hand, taking his huge sack in the other. While she was doing that I put the crop away, figuring I wouldn't be needing it, and proceeded to slip my sweatpants and underwear off. I stood before Mary Anne naked, but she was too involved with licking the newly-emerged head of Wild Bill's cock to do much else. I begian to stroke myself as I watched Mary Anne's licking and fingering tactics bringing Wild Bill completely out of containment. His member extended fully, and Mary Anne quickly gobbled up as much of it as she could. She stroked the base of it with one hand as she took in most of the rest of it into her mouth. She began to suck and lick on it fitfully so that Bill began to sway a little bit, his bag lightly slapping against Mary Anne's hand. I slipped around behind Mary Anne and begin to run my fingers through the tender hair of her pussy. I slid them into her occasionally which brought a low moan each time, muffled as it was by the horse's enormous dick. It wasn't long before I saw Bill's eyes begin to roll a little, and suddenly his throbbing dick began to pulse strongly. Mary Anne swallowed quickly, trying to down all the luscious horse come, but it came too fast for her, and it began to leak out onto her face and run down her cheeks. When she finally couldn't swallow any more, she removed her mouth, but Bill wasn't done, and his white, semen sprayed down on Mary Anne's chest. I waited until he was done before getting up to lead him back to his pasture. I put him out there and then returned to Mary Anne. She was looking up at me expectantly. I don't know what she wanted, but I had an idea. I brought out Kayleigh and tethered her rear-first in front of Mary Anne so that neither of them could move much. I slid over the picnic ta- ble that was in the corner and picked Mary Anne up and placed her on it on her hands and knees, facing Kayleigh's butt. I told Mary Anne that I wanted to see her lick and toy with Kayleigh's asshole. She proceeded to do so, bringing her luscious lips up to Kayleigh's sphincter and licking and sucking on it while I watched. As she did so I got on the picnic table behind Mary Anne and spread her cheeks apart, pressing my stiff member against her taught asshole. I watched Mary Anne work on the horse as I began to push the head of my penis inside her rectum, working it slowly with a moistened finger so it wouldn't be too rough. She grunted a little, but that was it as she continued to suck on the mare's sphincter. I begin to thrust quickly into her, the activities of the day making me incredibly hard and already about to come. I could tell Mary Anne was feeling much the same because she let one hand slip up between her pussy and she began to finger it while I worked on her rectum and her mouth worked on the horse's. Suddenly Mary Anne pulled her head back as her fingers began diving into her pussy, and I could tell she was going to come. I was about to berate her for stopping what she was doing to the horse, but before I could I saw the sphincter sweel and the horse begin to defecate on the spot. Mary Anne and I both moaned as her orgasm let her come flow out onto her fingers and legs, my come shot in hot jets inside her asshole, and the horse unloaded itself onto the floor of the barn. We both watched in fascination as everything, all the sensations and sights, became one. As our orgasms wore down, my cock softened enough for it to be removed. I got off the picnic table, unhooked Kayleigh, and led her back to her stall. I picked Mary Anne off the picnic table and set her on the floor, giving her a look that showed I expected what had happened this day to remain between us. She nodded in under- standing and I unhooked her, letting her get her clothes. I put my sweatpants back on and headed towards the house after picking up the crop I had discared earlier. I watched from the window again as Mary Anne working on Buffy some more, although what she might be doing besides shoeing her I couldn't be certain. Not long after, she put her tools back in the van and drove away. --