Meals on Wheels
By slyde503.
Rose was a spry 59-year-old who didn’t seem to need food delivery, except that she lived alone in the middle of nowhere. I decided to deliver to her first so I could return, pick up the rest of the food, and do my normal route.
After the ridiculous drive to Rose’s hobby farm, I arrived early. I wanted to give myself extra time to find the place. Rose was surprised to see me when she answered the door and offered to give me the dime tour since I had extra time. I can’t say that I remember much of what she said as she led me through the house. I was a little preoccupied checking her out as she pointed out all of the antique furnishings throughout her home.
I was guessing that Rose was a transplanted cowgirl. She wore western boots, tight denim jeans, and a sleeveless white blouse. Her jet-black hair flowed straight down past her shoulders. I tried to remain covert as I stared at the slightly sagging C cups pulling at her blouse. We made our way outside and walked through the horse stables out back. Rose had two dark brown female horses, one adult and one filly, and a stallion apparently on loan for breeding with the adult female. She continued talking about her day-to-day activities and how most revolved around the horses.
I looked at my watch and mentioned that I must be going. Rose apologized for rambling on, and as I returned to my car, she asked if I was working tomorrow. Sarah occasionally came by and rode on the weekends, so she invited me to swing by tomorrow and “Take a ride,” as she emphasized.
That evening, I was wondering why so many mature women had suddenly hit on me. I didn’t interact nearly as much with them before, but I wondered if that was all it took. I was certain that Rose had similar intentions as other women I had been meeting up with, so I would not miss this ride for anything.
I did not want to appear too eager, so it was about three in the afternoon when I arrived at Rose’s ranch on Saturday. She greeted me with a big smile at the front door. She offered me some lemonade, and we went out to the stable. When I entered the stable, I noticed that the older female was quite calm while the filly and the stallion were restlessly moving about their stalls. I asked Rose if they were always like this, and she told me no as she latched the stable’s outside door. She explained that the filly was in heat but not grown enough to breed yet, and the stallion could smell the filly and respond to her.
I looked over at the stallion, who was fully erect as he paced. Rose said he was also excited because it had been nearly a week since he was mating with the other female, and he had not had any contact since then. I asked Rose where she wanted to go to ride today as I walked over to the Filly’s pen. I petted the filly briefly as Rose entered the stallion’s pen, leaving my view. She said she would normally ride on some trails near her property. She said that she would usually ride Faith, the older horse, and Sarah would ride Vixen, the filly.
Rose started walking the stallion into the common area and said, “But since these two are acting up so bad, I think we should just stick to riding here.”
I didn’t quite get what she meant by that until I turned around to see her standing next to the stallion, fully naked. She gave me another big grin as she walked the horse over and hitched him to a post. Rose picked up a bucket and set it down next to the stud. She pulled out a wet, soapy towel from the bucket and proceeded to wash the still-erect penis hanging before her. She looked at me, saying, “I have always wanted to try this, and the stud is leaving on Monday. It’s a little too dangerous to do alone, so having a big, strong man here was a good idea.
She threw the towel back in the bucket and set it aside. Then she pulled a bench over and slid it under the horse. I was shocked at what I was seeing here. Was she expecting me to participate here or what? Rose climbed under the horse and lay on her bench on her back. The horse’s cock was slick enough for her liking, so she slid down the bench and grabbed the penis, putting it at her crotch. She worked herself down, starting it into her. I wasn’t entirely sure where this would end, but I might as well join in.
I rolled up my sleeves and got down beside her. I started working her nipple while she humped away at the horse. She didn’t seem to enjoy herself much since the horse barely noticed she was there. After she was fairly tired, I suggested that we try something else. Rose climbed out, and I directed her to the gate of Vixen’s pen, which had crossbars instead of solid wood. I told her to stand there, bent over, and to hold onto one of the lower bars. I then unhitched the stud and led him over to Rose. He sniffed around her rear end and immediately reared up, putting his front legs atop the gate. This afforded him a full view of Vixen as he humped away. I was sure this would work well, as it was similar to how ranchers harvest horse semen (Thank you, Discovery Channel).
The stud started thrusting right away. I asked Rose if she was ready for this, and she nodded with her eyes tightly closed. The stud was just rubbing it’s cock on Rose’s back. I didn’t want to, but I knew I would have to guide it in. I pushed Rose forward a little and then grabbed the stud’s penis and pushed it down into place. The horse came forward with a violent thrust as soon as it was in position. In no time, at least eight inches of the horse had disappeared into Rose’s cunt. I was relieved that the horse had hit the mark because I had no idea how painful it would have been if it had gotten into her anus. Nevertheless, Rose let out a sharp scream.
The stud continued to thrust away, and Rose’s scream turned into grunts and then moans. I knew that the horse would not last long, and sure enough, after only 45 seconds or so, the stud slowed, giving a few last forceful thrusts. I could see large amounts of semen leaking out and running down her leg. Once the stud had finished, he started to back away. When his flaccid penis loudly popped out of Rose’s pussy, it was followed by a splash as what seemed to be a gallon of semen hit the ground.
The stallion jumped off the gate, and I led it over to its pen and locked it up. I returned to Rose, who was still bent over in position. She was frozen, just trying to figure out what had happened. I leaned over behind her and took a peek at her now gaping vagina. It looked as if she had just finished giving birth. I could not help myself as I put my fingers together and easily slid my hand into her wide open cavern. It slid in way past the wrist with little resistance. Rose started to stand up as it pulled my arm out of her, and she tried to walk towards the bench. I had to help her over there and get her seated.
I sat down beside her and sat there for a minute without speaking. Rose must have been silent because she was exhausted, but I had no idea what to say. I stared at the filly’s pen, now circling fiercely, and rubbed its rear against the walls. She was making all sorts of noise since she was worked up by the show we had put on.
“Vixen is waiting for her turn now,” Rose said quietly with a faint smile. I looked over toward the stallion’s pen. When I did, Rose said, “No, no, no, I don’t want her getting pregnant; it’s your turn.” she nudged me, trying to push me off the bench. I stood up, wondering what to do. I had never thought about doing this sort of thing before. It seemed quite perverted and sort of a stupid thing for a man to do. But since I was here with Rose, I guess it meant that today was a day for experimentation.
I turned, picked up the bucket, and walked over, setting it down next to the gate as I undid the latch. Vixen was immediately nosing against me once she had access. I threw the reigns on her and hitched her to a ring on the wall. I grabbed the bucket and walked to her hindquarters, pulling the towel out. Vixen held her tail high in anticipation of what she was waiting for. I threw her tail onto her back and laid eyes on her lips for the first time. They were swollen and wet already. She was definitely in heat. I brushed my knuckles across them, and her lips flared out as soon as I touched them. I could feel the heat coming off of her vagina without even touching it. I took the towel and cleaned her lips and the area around them.
Vixen had to be very young since the rear end was slightly higher than my waist. I put the towel back and looked for something sturdy to stand on. Off in the corner, there was a crate that would be perfect. I brought it over and put it down behind Vixen. I stood up on it to check the height. It was at just the right level, and as I stepped down, I stopped and thought, “Am I doing this?” With that, I looked over to Rose, who was already rubbing her pussy in excitement. Fuck it, I already came this far.
I stripped down and tossed my clothes off to the side. Once I was naked, I could not believe how hard my cock was already. I didn’t think I would be this turned on, but it made sense since I had always liked the taboo things in life. I stepped back up on the crate and grabbed hold of my dick. I touched the head of Vixen’s pussy lips, and they flared, releasing a little wetness and a lot of heat. I slid my dick up and down her slit a couple of times and got it lubed up. Here goes nothing.
I slowly pressed my cock into Vixen’s blazing hot vagina. I was amazed at how tight it was. She was young and had never been mated, so I was breaking in a virgin. I pulled out the little I had put in, and Vixen clamped down when I did. As I started to push back in, her lips flared, and her hole opened, and she pulled in tight again as I backed out. I started a slow rhythm and soon found myself not just fucking a horse but making love to it. Once I had gotten in, I started to pick up the pace.
I pulled my dick all of the way out and began slamming it into my little horse whore. I looked over at Rose to find her working her clitoris feverishly. She was sweating and seemed lost in her world, only occasionally glancing my way. I looked back at my work and continued slamming myself hard into the filly. There was no way I would reach the end of her canal, and the inside was smooth as silk, so I was in for a long ride. I pounded feverishly for half an hour, and there seemed no end. Soon, the horse started to lower its front legs and bowed her head. She began pounding the ground with one of her rear hooves and stopped flaring when I entered her.
Was this happening? All at once, Vixen raised her head, letting out a shrieking neigh, and clamped down hard on my cock. She then collapsed down to the ground, which pulled my dick out of her no longer virgin hole. I guess Vixen was done, as she was gasping for breath and lying on her side, quivering occasionally. I wasn’t going to be able to finish in her, and I was still hard as a rock. I got down and made my way over to Rose. She still had a big smile as I took her hand and got her up off the bench.
“Are you ready to leave?” She asked.
“Nope,” I said, “I am ready to come,” as I turned her around.
I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto her knees. She leaned forward onto the bench, and I once again took my dick in hand. It was still slick from Vixen as I placed it at Rose’s back door. There was no point in even thinking of taking her in the cunt, since it was probably able to make an echo. I pressed the head of my dick into her ass and was accepted readily. I slid in slowly and was able to bury myself in on the first try. I went slowly for a minute, and I reached under and played with her clit.
Once I had myself worked up, I stopped playing with her button and just went to town, pummeling her ass and reaming it out like the stud had done to her pussy. I had no intention of holding myself off to wait for her, but lucky for her she was right there with me. Rose started to scream as I emptied myself into her asshole. I pulled all of the way out and slammed in again, shooting my load deep inside of her.
I slumped forward and stayed inside of her for a minute as I lost my wood. Once soft, I withdrew myself and got up, walking over to the wash bucket. I cleaned my genitals and got dressed. I got Vixen to stand up and led her into the pen as Rose went and got dressed. She walked with me to my car and thanked me for taking her for a ride. As I drove off, I thought just how intense today was. I also told myself I did not want to try that again soon.
The End.
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