Mindy The Mare The Beginning

My Dearest Bright Eyes,

Happy anniversary my love. Has it really been a whole year when our world changed forever and for the better? As you lay sound asleep in our big bed, exhausted from yet another day and night of working here at the stud farm my cock aches as I remember how we got here. The adventure that led us here was truly one that no one could ever believe, for it was one normally confined to the pages of dirty science fiction novels. It is one where we learned that love and pleasure know now bounds, and that jealousy doesn't have to be destructive, but rather a way to fuel our desires to places no other humans have ever traveled.

Do you remember every vivid detail when you met and mated with your first stud here at the farm? Of course you do, for the underground video of it will never let you forget that amazing weekend, nor all the wonderful adventures you and I experienced in the weeks before and since that time. At first, when our adventures started, you thought the handsome veterinarian, Dr. Tyler, you worked for was simply talking about the race studs he cared for at the farm, and the issues he was having breeding them, when suddenly he asked if you would be interested in observing how he and a few of his fellow vet tech trainees on prison work release cared for their herd, and if you might want to help them with their newest arrival from Greece, Chiron.

It was all you could do not to not blush, as you smiled at him, your pussy dripped as you asked exactly how you could help. Not realizing what and why he was sheepishly trying to ask you was because that I had suggested to him that you were the right fit to help him out at the Centaur Stud Farm. When he smiled back and looked deep in your eyes, he responded with, "because we need a woman like you to be the calm our stud needs. We need a woman's touch with this one since I am sure you won't need words to communicate with him." His answer was cryptic and made you even more curious, but of course you kept the questions to yourself and immediately said yes, for you were so secretly attracted to him that you had been mentioning him having sex with us countless times ever since he began working with you at the animal clinic.

However, though you immediately said yes, you never could have understood at that moment the truth of the type of equine he and his stud farm hands had recently begun caring for at the mysterious farm miles from town and well protected from prying eyes. For what he had also not told you was that he and I had met weeks earlier, almost by accident, at that farm, where I had made arrangements to meet one of his farm hands who was on my caseload after months in prison. A man who you knew very well. In fact, all of the men his stud farm employed, were all ex-cons on state parole and/or on work release, many of whom had not seen or touched a woman in over a decade.

When I first made my way to the stud farm I first noticed just how isolated it was and how nondescript it was. In fact, had I not been using a GPS finder, I would have never found it. Once there, the first thing I noticed was how all healthy the horses were and how tall, black, muscular, tattooed and dangerous all of the farm hands were. There were at least ten of them, including my parolee, the butcher of Bayside, the notorious Black Disciples leader and gang banger, Bull. All 350 solid pounds and 6'8" feet of scarred black skinned muscle who was the leader of what he called "the chain gang" that cared for the herd of Angus bulls on the farm as they all worked toward a certification in veterinary science so that they could work as techs on horse farms and dairies, which the Centaur Stud Farm also had recently set up, though as yet they had no cows. However they did posses a lot of untested equipment that was just waiting for the perfect willing and ready test subject.

When it came to Bull, I knew you both feared and desired him, for when we had first started dating I let you read his file and you learned just how violent and dangerous he was, and we fucked that night you whispered in my ear all the graphic ways you wanted him to fuck you, violently and passionately. You were so turned on by his presentence investigation report that you begged me to drive you out to the ghetto on a hot humid day were he lived while he was on bond, just to see if you could see him in the flesh and make eye contact with him.

Serendipity was our good fortune that day as we spied him coming out of his house and in my personal car stopped. When he saw us he never bought my fake introduction of you as an intern considering the fact that you wore a braless tank top and Daisy Dukes as you and he eye fucked each other hard. You were "ga ga" and would have fucked him there on the hood of the car if I let you. When I excused ourselves to leave, he leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I'm going to fuck your girl when I get out, and I am going to make you watch BITCH." To which we both looked back over at you and as you smiled in fear, the fear of which made you then wet with desire, for you wanted him to dominate you and pin your ankles behind your ears as you and he stared into each others eyes. Part of you then yearned to have him not only possess you, but also have his child.

When I had told you what he promised as we drove away, you practically jumped out of your skin with both fear and lust, the encounter of which we would fantasize about constantly, especially after he was sentenced, which you and I attended (and he noticed). Your desire for Bull is what fueled our love making and every time I mentioned him it made you instantly wet. You wanted him more than any man, including me, a fact of which I was and still am man enough to accept. In fact because of Bull you were now thoroughly attracted to black men, even though you wore my ring of engagement. A lesser man would have been jealous; however, I love you so much that I was and still am willing to give you any pleasure you desire, including that of motherhood. In return you give me the love a woman gives a man who let's her be free to be herself, which is why we are still together.

Months later he was surprisingly placed on work release at the Centaur Stud Farm. However, I would neglect to tell you about that, until I let you discover that for yourself. As I met Bull at the stud farm, the first words out of his mouth were "where is my fuck toy officer? I saw you and her when I got sent away. I could see her eye fucking me. I got a deal man, you give me your bitch to fuck, and I won't kill you! Better yet, I am gonna tie your bitch white ass up in that little house of yours on Wilcox and let you watch me fuck and breed her! Imma gonna fuck that tiny pussy with my horse cock and make her pussy take all my spunk, and then I am going to watch as you eat her pussy and lick out all my cum as I sit on her face and she licks my sweaty balls!"

As Bull described fucking you in vivid detail my cock was hard as the thought of him fucking you came quickly into focus, for Bull was now much bigger than when I last saw him. At 6'8" and 400 pounds Bull was a site for any man to fear especially now that he had even more gang tattoos, including ones on his face and neck than he had before. Bull was even more fearsome now that I realized he knew where we lived and that he was a man of his word, for he was the black Kingpin, and I knew how violent he was and would get if he didn't get his way. In that moment of fear I decided that I would not fight this man, for you wanted him more than any man (even me), and that I knew that by letting him possess you, you would love me more, for our love has never been about possession, and you had fantasized about me fucking coed black girls.

It was at that moment that Dr. Tyler appeared and attempted to diffuse what he feared might be a problem. However; Bull just smiled, looked down at my hard on, winked and then said to Dr. Tyler, "nah Doc! My officer is a good man and without him I would not have gotten work release. I was just messing with him. We got ourselves a mutual little female friend, which means we are gonna be Eskimo brothers soon, know what I mean?" Bull said with a laugh, as his eyes bore into mine and with that our friendship was sealed and with a handshake a promise would soon be kept. It was all I could do to keep my cock under control as I pictured him fucking you and breeding you with his massive muscled sweaty frame dominating your petite 5'0" 110 pound white helpless body.

Bull then excused himself and said he had to go look in on the dairy workers who were setting up for the upcoming tests in 21 days. With that, Dr. Tyler and I were left there as he explained all the great things my parolee was doing and how he and the other farmhands were starting with a new breeding project with their latest stud arrival from Greece. It was at that point I mentioned I knew you and he worked together and spilled the beans on how you basically lusted after him. When Dr. Tyler heard how much you desired him, and how much Bull respected me for my light sentence recommendation for his drug case, he let his guard down and asked that I follow him.

For the next hour Dr. Tyler gave me a tour of his stud farm and dairy farm, as he explained what it was they did there and simultaneously asked probing questions about you and the things that turned you on. The stud farm was an special project of a leading agribusiness and dairy consortium devoted to the breeding, raising and sale racing horses and cattle using the latest science so as to further breed other domesticated animals, and also to develop new techniques for obtaining more yields from cow milk production. As he explained the business of breeding and milking, he compared it to human breeding and milk production in explicit detail and comparisons to you and the human female anatomy.

It was when he showed me his office that I opened up more and told him your intimate secrets and all the dirty little thoughts that fill your beautiful filthy mind, including your desire to know what it would be like to fuck a Centaur and your desire for Bull and black men, that he shared some of his own, Dr. Tyler explained that he to was attracted to you, which was weird since he was gay, and how in that moment of reflection he hoped to soon to get to know both of us better and more intimately. He then in a sudden motion kissed me deep and grabbed my rock hard cock, lingered there and took control, but then slowly pulled away with a smile, Yet before I could respond, he winked and returned to his business like demeanor and told me about his mare dilemma at the farm, as well as how he came to possess his new stud Chiron.

He explained simply Chiron was unlike all the other equines on the farm, he was a real life Greek equine of mythology, and as such needed a special "touch." It wasn't until several minutes later when I was allowed to see Chiron from a distance on the track that I understood why Dr. Tyler was asking all those questions and had chosen you. For Chiron was an equine like no other whose species had given the Centaur Stud farm its name. As I watched Chiron I couldn't believe my eyes and told Dr. Tyler that he was perfect, after which we also agreed, with a hand shake, that we would soon be his honored guest for what he was calling in French the "Cérémonie d'Union Équine," so as not to arouse any suspicion of what the true purpose of the stud farm was and the research it was performing. In essence it was planned as an orgy for the men as a celebration of their success in completing their animal husbandry course and send off for many of the men whose sentences would soon be over.

I could not help but keep smiling as I pictured what was now being planned, for as you now know, you were the perfect woman to solve the stud farm's mare problem, especially since you not only love horses, but were in the FFA as a kid, grew up around horses, and were a proud graduate of the International Horse College. It was there at the horse college as a curious but still virgin 18 year old taking horse husbandry lessons that you watched a stud breed a mare, the display of which turned you on and made you wet. You were so turned on that, as we got to talking one night after alcohol had loosened our inhibitions when we first started dating, you wondered what it would feel and taste like making love to one of those Centaurs from mythology. Of course back then I could have not imagined that such a creature, as well as Minotaurs, actually existed.

The rest of the tour of the farm included meeting all the farm hands, all of whom were dark black, young, muscled ex-cons just like Bull, and also well over 6'5" and covered in gang tattoos and gunshot and knife scars. Dr. Tyler explained that all of the men who worked on the farm were some of the most violent men in the state, to which I smiled, for I knew that you would be beyond pleased to meet them. Dr. Tyler explained that he grew up with many of these men in the same Englewood neighborhood in Chicago, and that all of them were his friends, some had been his lovers, and none had ever questioned his manhood or challenged his authority at the stud farm.

In addition to the barn and dairy, there was a mechanic shop, bare bones gym for lifting weights and boxing, a large communal shower next to the large party pool where all the men were provided with first class amenities after a hard work day, including top of the line meals in the communal mess hall, plenty of beer and other beverages, full internet connectivity, daily laundry service. However, the men also had little privacy due to the requirements as a work release center that the men sleep in a large barracks style room, with the only private rooms reserved for special guests, such as us and the planned arrival the day after ours, of a select group of 20 year old women (the baby mommas) that Dr. Tyler had arranged with the help of Bull's girl, who lorded over his gang territory in his absence, the Queen of Spades, Big Bertha. It would be these girls, along with you, who would soon be prepared to test the dairy extraction equipment.

When I heard that name I smiled even more, for I knew that your first encounter with Big Bertha would be a memorable one, which it of course was. Big Bertha was the cover girl of Englewood whose beauty was only matched by her jealousy over her man, which meant intense. There were rumors of her taking matters into her own hands when dealing with what she termed the "Jezebels" who were seen once rumored to be in the company of her man and baby daddy, and suddenly never seen again. Big Bertha certainly fit the bill at 6'1" tall, 160 pounds, a chiseled lithe physique from daily weight training, who was a reigning city body building champion with massive 42DD cups, 26 inch waist and 36 inch hips. She was and still is as beautiful as she is dangerous, and her presence helped keep everyone in line, a true Nubian She-Hulk, and your forever your soul sister.

As the tour ended, Dr. Tyler led me back to my car where Bull waited, where I asked him about Bertha, to which he smiled and said, "Oh she knows who yo woman be. She thought I was fucking her, but when I explained she was with you, she changed her tune. I think she wants to fuck her even more than me, and even planned on taking matters into her own hands." When I asked what he meant, he said simply, "she was gonna break into your place and pistol whip you, then tie her up and fuck her. But then she sobered up, figured it wasn't worth the risk just yet, and said she would wait until I got out so you could bring her over and let her pay off your debt. The debt for filing the violation report that got me sent here."

Of course I couldn't argue with that, though at that point the punishment would be worth the crime, for I knew Bull would never harm you. Bertha on the other hand I was still not so sure about. With all that said, Bull shook my hand and gave me a wink, then said, "I look forward to seeing you and your lovely red head her soon." And then he walked off leaving me there with Dr. Tyler who then leaned in again to kiss me, the kiss of which I gladly returned as he took charge and told me told me to sit on the hood of my squad car and simply relax. I didn't protest, for I knew what he intended to do as I saw from afar Bull and the other ex-cons watching Dr. Tyler loosen my belt and pull out my throbbing cock.

In that moment under the hot sun of a cloudless sky for the first time I let a man touch me sexually. He took his time slowly sucking and teasing me as he talked me through it, for he knew that this was my first time with a man. "Just relax Jamison, picture me and Bull fucking Mindy in the barn while all the men stand naked around us stroking their cocks and awaiting their turn with her." As he said those words my cock got even harder as I pictured you on your hands and knees in the hot humid barn being fucked the big black cocks of the ex-cons there at the stud farm. "That's it officer, can't you see sweet little Mindy begging to be fucked by them? Oh, and just remember, that is only the warm up for her and Chiron! That poor creature needs her and her tight little human pussy. Can't you just picture it?"

When Dr. Tyler put those words and images in my head I became lost to the lust of his mouth and tongue pleasuring my aching cock as I saw you being fucked and bred by the men and creature there in the dirty and dank barn, until very quickly I came deep down his throat. As I came he did like you and clamped his lips around my cock and milked me dry as I moaned and begged for more until finally he released his grip on me and then kissed me deep again as I tasted my spunk on his lips and tongue, as he whispered, "when next we kiss it will be when Bull is balls deep in Mindy and I am balls deep in you!" After which he stepped back from the car and gave me a moment to recover.

As I zipped up and got to my feet, the doctor then gave me an idea of what the upcoming weekend (in approximately three weeks) would entail and then had placed in my car those 48 bottles of Mahala wine that you and I drank every night before we headed for the first time to the stud farm. Dr. Tyler was very adamant that we drink two bottles each night, for it made your breasts swell from a B cup to a D cup and caused in you the biological changes your body would need for your new role there as the main equine and bovine fertility technician and trainer of the ex-cons whose participation was what paid the bills for the secretive work that went on behind closed doors.

We soon learned that the Mahala extract from Kukuanaland not only made your breasts bigger, firmer, and extremely sensitive, but even more importantly caused them very quickly to be bursting with milky protein. Many would soon notice the change and ask if you had implants, to which you would just smile and say with a lustful tone, "they're real and they are spectacular!" As for me, as well as the ex-cons, who were now receiving daily concentrated injections, our cocks within days of dosage and ingestion, became harder, longer and filled our ball sacs with more spunk than the average male men could ever produce naturally, and in fact would make us cum with a force and consistency as that of a horse.

Fortunately, by ingesting the Mahala, it has served as a vaccine for us against any type of cancer and has now made us both extremely fertile as well as constantly turned on with you ovulating like a river and me having to take care to cover up my raging hard on when out in public. The Mahala was even more potent than viagra we soon learned; however, its secrets Dr. Tyler eventually revealed were known to very few outside of Kukuanaland, as the government there keeps the Mahala flower a military level secret and sells it only to select people for "research" purposes, for which the Centaur and Minotaur qualify as a military and governmental research laboratory. As a result of our clandestine work, in just this last year, we have seen and experienced pleasures that are truly other worldly, and with them love that is beyond description.