"Finally! In a week or so mom will come! Saved! How I missed her. I would never have thought that I would miss her so much. But I hated my mother because she gave me away for Karen. However, I am still not thrilled, but here you can go crazy with boredom! He left - blames me for not being able to get pregnant from him ... Maybe he is right ... I guess I am childless ... that I have no doubt of frigid ... I have never felt anything before even remotely similar to what is described in the novels ... No stars ... Our first wedding night: the newly made hubby puffing on me fumes, pain from penetrating his pussyun, some blood and Karen’s early discharge ... He fell asleep on I'm drunk, and I just felt the pain and moisture from the blood and a few drops of semen. Other times no better. I sometimes find it unpleasant - he painfully rubs me there ... nothing gets wet, slips badly. A short chug, a discharge, on the sidelines - that’s our whole married life. We do not know each other, but he does not even try to understand me. All he needs from me is a son, so that I bring him up the rest of my life while Karen is having fun with friends! I'm going to wither, just die! ”- such gloomy thoughts hovered in the head of young Shirka, who was walking along the road to the stable.

“Why build it so far ?! Oh yeah, Mr. Roland, you see, I don’t like the smell of the stables. You see, he is too sensitive to smells! Me too When the old man dies, I will become the hostess here and bring my own orders - the stable should be closer to home. Horses exist and do not walk! Although, a new groom recently appeared ... That is, this is an old groom, but he has returned. Horror! He is so huge! I got goosebumps from him. A huge, unclean monster! Brrr! Perhaps the fact that the stable is so far away has its own advantages ... Hmm ... it seemed to me that I saw Mr. Roland walking in the same direction, but he is not ... Apparently, the groom went to give orders. Well, okay - do not have to communicate with him. " She entered the stable and saw her favorite mare - a miniature like herself - Sylvil ... under Mr. Roland's stallion!

- Oh Gods! What's going on here?! - the stallion, apparently, having shaken off from such a sudden invasion, got down from Silvil and stepped aside. - What is happening here, I ask ?! Who allowed this ... this ... this horse to be alone with my Sylvil ?! - she herself, not knowing whom, began to chastis the countess.

“Well, I will give this groom a beating! It seems that the stallion did not have time to do anything, otherwise it would be impossible not to separate them - that's good. Not enough yet to my horse ... my ... this ... Ugh! And she's good too! How does it suddenly allow everyone ... different ... "- Shirke interrupted her angry mental tirade, noticing what hung between the stallion between the hind legs - a huge horse member. She looked at him with reverent horror. “Really, he wanted to stick this monster in my baby? Yes, he is probably half a meter! The horror! ... My husband, with his thin ten centimeters at best, is far from him ... very ... "

She looked at this unit and could not take her eyes off.But then, apparently realizing that Shirke was not a threat, the stallion once again jumped his front legs on Silvil’s back and began to jump to her ass on her hind legs, threatening to drive the monstrous instrument into the mare. "Oh Gods! Stop him! ”- the countess could not utter a word, she only covered her mouth with her hand, preparing to cover her face, but still fascinated to watch the stallion try to cover the mare. "He is about to enter!" The girl was so fascinated by the obscenity that is happening in front of her that she did not notice the figure immediately following her, who was watching her behavior — how she bends down to get a better look at the stallion's phallus, tearing off an eye, it looks like her mare is about to be taken. The door to the stable was quietly closed and the figure approached the unsuspecting girl.

A push in the back almost made Shirka fly over the low fence of the pen to her darling, who obviously had no time for her. But already bent over the fence, the Countess was held behind the basin.

- What? Who you are?! What do you allow yourself ?! - she did not receive a response to any question. I tried to turn around, but I felt an unexpected coolness below the waist and the woman’s head was covered with a fluffy skirt of her own dress. - Immediately stop! - A powerful jerk and her ass bare, everything that was under the skirt now turned down to the level of the knees. - Aaaa! Help, rape!

“As much as you want, Ori, no one will hear here anyway,” a chill ran down the back, the voice belonged to the groom. It was he who now held one hand on her back, not allowing her to straighten, and pressed her groin against her ass ... what she felt through the fabric of her pants made her yell with more force. - Ha, well, as you like - I like it even more. Hmm, where is smetana? Well, I put her here to lubricate her breasts for milking ... And ... here ... - Shirke felt a fuss from behind and realized that her rapist was pulling down her pants. Then he heard the sound of sliding - apparently, lubricates the penis for less friction ... Masturbates him ...

- No, let go! Stop it! - she beat with a new force, but could not do anything against this bull. The countess was a beautiful, red-haired, weak and very tiny girl — she was often compared to a doll and rarely guessed that she was sixteen, more often given no more than twelve or fourteen.

- Hush, hush, you filly my. Whoa! Now ... wait ... - Shirke felt something hot and slippery, resting on her sexual lips. Something big that the groom was diligently charging in the bosom of the girl. “That's it! ...” a short sharp jolt and something huge opened up, stretched her crack, pushing a little deeper. - That's much better! - saying this, the man now held the countess by the waist with both hands - he seemed to be able to clasp her with his huge palms.

- No ... - only Shisky squeaky, feeling how in small pushes a huge piston paves the way to its depths.

- Hush, hush, filly ... Easy ... you will like it. I saw you looking at my boyfriend's dick. What do you want the same? Get ... - the countess was still trying to escape, screaming, but her stableman, it seems, did not even notice. - I know ... if you want ... Wow, how narrow you are here ... class! I heard that your husband has a cock that is a match, is that true?

- Bastard! Only you can, that offend the defenseless girl and direct slander on a noble man! - I tried to protect part of my spouse Shirke, although, in comparison with the aggressor’s unit, the husband’s member seemed simply ridiculous.

Here the groom entered to its full length, sticking painfully into the uterus:

- Ay!

- Be patient a little, filly ... You will soon get used to it ... - with these words, the man began to make gradual reciprocating movements, then plunging his colossus into a narrow crack, then pulling him out of it. He pushed one hand over to the smooth pubic of the girl — she shaved herself to please her husband — and began to pull at the clit roughly. He was still holding the other on his back, but now he stroked it tenderly and sentenced her. - Well, that's better? I'm not going all the way, baby ... That's it ... that's ... well ... I see, are you coping too? - The last was intended for a stallion who planted the same mare and now wasted it.

"Just like me ... “- flashed in the girl's head. And indeed, she was fucked right in front of her own horse, also from behind — her husband was with her only in the front ... It was humiliating ... But for some reason, for reasons unknown to her, Shirka felt an unusual feeling in the lower abdomen - feeling of fullness and heat spreading through the body. With horror for herself, she realized that she was excited. "Oh no! No no no no! This can not be! I ... I should not! He ... he took me by force, rape me in this filthy smelly barn in front of my Silvil eyes ... This huge, sweaty umber! ”And yet, with every second, with every thrust, even from these thoughts .. It got bigger and stronger. Unhappy felt her nipples hardened, felt that the piston in her cave more confident and easier to slide back and forth ... She flowed ...

- I see you like it, I told you.

- Nn-nothing like that!

No one else said a word. The man calmly fucked the countess behind him, and the stallion drove his cock into her mare a couple of meters from her. All that Chirke could do from her position was to watch from below, as the immense nature of the horse enters her Sylvil, and understand what she feels ... involuntarily presenting herself in her place ... It was easy. Soon the stallion began to erupt, but Shirke now did not care. She bit her lips to the last of her strength so that her frequent breathing would not grow into moans. Droplets of sweat appeared on his forehead, his knuckles clinging to the partition, turned white. Slap-slap-hlup, hlup-slap-hlup - sounds were heard in the stable ejected by the current vagina, in which a huge cock was wielding and weighty eggs beating on girl's thighs.

- Oh! - The man drove a member unexpectedly sharply and deeply, tearing the first groan from the mouth of the forced Countess.

Soon, at first quietly, imperceptibly, and then louder and louder, a lowing was heard, and then the girl groaned. She howled and sighed more and more, unable to restrain herself, slaps became more and more often ...

“Ah-and-and-and! ...” a shrill or a scream, or a squeak of a young woman receiving her first orgasm in the life, rang out in the stable.

She was all tense and arched in the back. The walls of the vagina pulsed on the member of the rapist, who continued to hammer the girl at a frantic pace. The Countess saw the stars. She thought she was crazy. Mighty pushes of the stableman, the feeling of a member who was straining and stretching to the limit, who jumped out of her cave, brought her to her feelings. The man hastily removed one hand from the waist of the girl and she felt a hot, slippery head from her juices, leaning on her buttock. The member began to poke into the rounded hemisphere, nadrachivaemy host ... And so he began to erupt ... On the ass began to beat the hot jet. One by one, they flowed down Shire, who was bare and still trembling, straight to her knees, irrigated and soaked her underwear, all the rest of her clothes. The jet hit and on the bare part of the back. He poured his seed behind everything that was not covered with a cloth.

Squeezing the last drops on the hip of the girl, the stableman pulled on his pants, pulled the Countess's skirt down and left, without saying anything.

Shirke exhausted slipped on a dirty floor and lost consciousness.