When I was thirteen, I got a job as an unskilled farmhand on the several thousand acre property of a doctor and his fancy New York City wife. There was a family living on the property providing full-time help, but the doctor wanted an additional hand to assist with general labour on the farm, and to aid his wife with her orchids and her horses. She bred and showed pure-bred Arabian horses. Though I had immediate notions about the good doctor, or his cock, I never imagined what other nastiness would avail itself to me.

This story is not about the doctor per se, but I was sucking him, and he was fucking me, within the first week of my employ. He confided in me that he had not had sexual relations with his wife for years, even decades. When asked if he had had sex with men before, he confessed that there had been a few cautious dalliances. His wife was gone a lot; so we spent much time together. Outside his private bedroom, he had a flower and berry garden. We started with afternoon tea out there, accompanied by sucking and fucking; then, when we began spending nights together, weather permitting, we would have breakfast together there, accompanied by the same. Upon my suggestion, I would also take his morning pee, and lick and tongue his morning butthole. It did not take long before he was also shitting on my berries and cream.

Meanwhile, as the Madame of the house spent more time back in New York than with her husband, and I was such a fast learner, she gave me command of the care both of her orchids and of her horses. After mornings with the doctor, I would check on the orchids, then go down to the horses. Mrs. N had trainers, showers, and breeders, too, of course, but I kept the stalls of the horses cleaned, and the horses themselves well groomed. On the premises, there were three stallions and nine mares. The doctor's wife could not tolerate geldings.

Though I had sexual intentions for the stallions as well, because they were bigger and more high strung, I began with the mares in my exploration of equine sexuality. I played with their vaginas, then fingered them, then licked them, then tongued them. I also licked and tongued their buttholes. I have always had a much smaller than average dicklet, not much more than an oversized clit. As such, not that I ever wanted to, really, it would have been impossible for me to enter those beautiful horse cunts. I did very much enjoy eating them, though, and licking their accompanying buttholes.

One day, as luck would have it, I got caught in the act. Manuel, the full-time employee, walked in on me when I was very engaged to oral sex with a mare. He was surprised, of course, but cool about it. Not to shut him up, certainly, but just because I had wanted to since I began work there, I offered to suck his cock, and I asked him to fuck me. He obliged, of course. That began a daily affair. He liked my well-used fagcunt. He never enquired as to how I had gotten so loose and open; he just gladly fucked me, adding his cum to the mix. I was accustomed concealing my sexual relations with married men from their wives, and Rosa never found out.

Manuel knew that I liked mare pussy. Even more delighted was he when I confessed to him my greater obsession with horse cock. We had shared a lot, and he knew that I had no restraints as far as cock was concerned. I would take any cock, all cock – man, dog, and horse cock. The only reason I had not yet taken a horse cock, was because one had never been offered to me. I had sucked a lot of soft but soft gelding cock, and some smaller half-erect pony stallion cock, but never full-sized stallion cock.

Manuel conducted all of the breeding of mares, both that of Mrs. N's mares, and that of other visiting mares. The stallions knew the drill. They were comfortable with him. He knew how to prep them for the mares, how to get them to react to penile stimulation, and how to penetrate the mares with his assistance. When the mares were in their anoestrus periods, and not horsing, at first, he would ready their cocks for me to suck. With his help, we would both arouse the stallions, he with a stimulation of the balls, and I with my sucking of the heads of the cocks. With continued effort and commitment, we got the stallions to anticipate sexual arousal, and to reward us by ejaculating in my mouth. It was a glorious feeling, swallowing all that cum. It gushed forth so powerfully, I had to keep my throat wide open so as not to gag. One full ejaculation seemed to fill me up, but that was illusory. I soon learned to take as much as I could get with ease.

From a raised wheeled platform Manuel devised, rolled in under the bellies of the stallions, he was then able to stuff my cunt with their cocks. It was not immediate, to be sure, but soon the stallions learned that shallow penetration of my fagcunt was better than no cunt. Again, with practice and determination, Manuel and I achieved success, i.e., full ejaculation, with every penetration. With these blissful fuckings, I learned that my cunt, too, could take far more cum than I ever imagined it could. More than once, I found that I could take the cocks and full ejaculations of all three stallions, one after another after another. My cunt took horse cum 'til it was stuffed full and overflowing, the last cock hammering out the mixed cum of the other two. Oh my god, what a feeling!

I worked for Dr. N, enjoying Manuel, and all of the other perks of the job, until I could not longer mange the long bicycle rides from town, together with school, and my other extracurricular activities – all that sucking, and fucking, and filthiness…