Hi,

I have been asked several times about my sexual experiences. I am a lesbian and have been since my teen years. I do like to experiment.
I am 41 years old. I am living with my partner, Tracy. We have been together for 18 years.
At the time we were living in Springfield, Ill. We both had a dog (great lovers).
I think it was in September 1999. Tracy’s dog got sick. We were referred to a “great” vet. outside of Paducah, South of us.
We called and made an appointment. She (doc) had to take a blood sample. Results would not be ready until the next day. She invited us to stay with her, since there were no motels for miles, we agreed to stay.The doctor was a vet in a very rural area. She actually specialized in horse medicine. Which, I guess is normal for that part of the country.

After dinner and several margaritas, Magan (doc) was showing us around the farm. She had several horses plus a couple “sick” patients.

As we were going through the barn, we came across a large wooden structure. We asked Magan what it was. She told us that it is used to “milking” stallions of their sperm. They called it a “Jig”

Tracy was unusually interested in how that thing worked. Magan explained that a mare in season was placed in the pen in front of this contraption, they would take a rag and wipe the rear of the mare. The stallion was brought in and led to this thing. He would climb on to it, as if mounting a female horse. They would rub the rag on his nose. And he would get an erection. The rest we all know.

We went back to the house for more libations. Talking with DR. Magan, we told her we were lesbians. ( I think she guessed that) She told us she was leaning on going that way, but still unsure.

By now we were almost totally blitzed. Tracy could not stop bringing up that horse thing in the barn. Magan offered to demonstrate it for her. So off to the barn we went.
Magan brought in a mare and went outside to get the stud. As she came in, Tracy asked if it would be safe for a person to get in the “jig” under the horse. My jaw dropped. I said, are you nuts?
But alcohol will let you do crazy things. Magan agreed, but warned her it might not be pleasant.
Tracy took her pants and underwear off and climbed into the jig.
Magan rubbed her pussy with a lube.
She rubbed the studs nose with the rag and led him on to the jig. Tracy pushed her midsection up to meet this huge penis. To my surprise it went into her very forcefully and violently.
In about 40 seconds sperm came pouring out. It was over.
It was sort of exciting to watch. Tracy said it felt great, but way too short, she didn’t have time to enjoy it.
So me being drunk and a dumb ass, offered to “go next”. Magan brought in another stallion. I climbed in the jig. He mounted the jig and before I knew it he was 7 inches in my vagina. It felt like 18 inches. I could feel the head of his penis mushroom out. It felt like a softball in me. Like with Tracy, it was over before you could say “jack flash”. As he withdrew I could feel the river of sperm running down my ass and legs.

The next morning, after breakfast, and a ton of apologies for the prior evening, we got the results of the blood test. Tracy’s dog has “Leptospirosis”. It can be very serious. So Magan gave us the medication. We paid her, with a nice tip also.
Dr. Magan asked us to return in about a week to follow up with her dog.

On the way home we laughed about what had happened. Tracy really liked the horse, not so much the satisfaction sexually, but the idea of being overpowered by a huge cock.

Myself, Would I do a horse again? Doubt it. Too violent and too forceful, for very little excitement.

We never went back to Dr. Magan, and Tracy’s dog recovered.

** 8 months after our visit to the horse farm, I had to have a full hysterectomy. I don’t know if our drunken escapade had anything to do with it.


Timi