The Fillies of Three Ferns Farm by Andrea Forsythe Read Free Book Online Page B

day’s long fucking, two little fingers didn’t feel like much and she was excited to feel the stretching. Madame Carnegie put in another finger, then another. Goldie wiggled her ass and opened herself as wide as she could. This is as far as she’d ever gone before. Four fingers inside her was the most she’d had, and she felt so full already that she couldn’t imagine how the rest of Madame’s hand would fit inside her, but she was willing to try. Slowly, her owner started to push the upper part of her palm inside. A wave of cum was forced out of her, displaced by Madame’s hand. Goldie tensed up as the stretching began to burn and Madame stopped, waiting patiently without moving her hand a centimeter in one direct or another. Gradually, the burning sensation went away. Madame brought her other hand down to play with Goldie’s clit, and the wonderful sensation made it easier to accept the rest of her owner’s knuckles which slid in easily. Madame tucked her thumb in close to her palm. Her hand was turned upwards with the palm and thumb facing in the same direction as Goldie’s asshole.Madam pulled upward slightly, stretching Goldie as she vigorously rubbed her clit.
    “A bit more lubrication, Sally,” Madame demanded, and the girl poured a generous glob over the gloved wrist which still waited to ram home in the quivering mare. Goldie tried to force herself to relax. She wanted the hand inside her so badly. By degrees, Madame Carnegie pushed her hand further and further in. Goldie could feel her fingers curling into a fist inside her as Madame’s wrist forced its way inside of her. She squealed as the burning started again and Madame stopped, but this time she recovered quickly and made low moaning sounds to try to tell her owner that she wanted to continue. All of a sudden, Goldie realized that they had done it! The wrist had finally slipped inside her. Her very own owner’s whole hand was inside her body! She trembled with joy and arousal and came up onto her tiptoes. Madame stopped rubbing her clit and held her left hand out to Sally. “The pipette,” she said brusquely. Goldie could hear the thick horniness in Madame’s voice and she reveled in it. She felt the small sensation of the long, thin tube being snaked in past Madame’s wrist and into her cunt. It was so tiny it didn’t do anything to stretch her further, but she could feel it when the sterile tip of it bumped her cervix. Madame would not force it past her the mouth of her cervix as with a real breeding horse, but she did hold the tip directly against it as she direct Sally to depress the plunger of the huge syringe. Goldie could feel the steady stream of semen washing into her body and joining the jizz and lube already filling her cunt. Gypsy hadn’t been lying- they’d gotten a lot of cum out of just one man! As soon as she was safely inseminated and the pipette and syringe withdrawn, Madame Carnegie started fucking Goldie gently with her whole, fisted hand. It was like nothing the human mare had ever felt before, and she dug her fingernails into the padded top of the table as she came even higher up on her toes and spread her legs as far as they would go. It was like every portion of her inside was being massaged, and she knew immediately that she wouldn’t even need her clit to be touched to get off. She gripped at Madame’s wrist with her cunt muscles, trapping her hand for a second before letting it go. The power to hold her owner inside filled her with another kind of pleasure and she seized the whole hand more than once, wriggling her ass slightly when Madame was trapped inside.
    But after the gentle beginnings, Goldie knew that she wanted Madame to fuck her harder. How to tell her without breaking character? She looked over her shoulder and made low whickering sounds, shifting her weight from foot to foot and casting heavy lidded, aroused looks at Madame, the cameras, and everyone else in the room. Finally, she seemed to get the