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    The following day, Lorena was woken by a cacophony of noises, many of which she had never heard before. It took a while to realise that it was just the singing of the local bird population. She was going to getup from the couch when she realised that Via was still fully exposed and had not released her from his grip. She reached between her legs and bending his penis a little she was able to pull it out of her body. It felt soft and warm in her hand. Very reassuring and a pleasant reminder of the night before.

    Lorena rose and went to the window to check for any danger before she opened the door to the trailer. It was quite light out side and so was time to move on.

    After feeding and watering Via, Lorena went to the river and bathed quickly. Then it was time for her own food and as soon as that was finished she got the truck and trailer back on the road. Another long day of eating up the kilometres stood before her and so she did not wish to hang around.

    -=*=-

    The day passed without event and at the end of it she was another five hundred kilometres closer to her destination. That night there was no river to bath in, so she went without. There was enough water in the trailer to cover for all the needs of both the horse and herself, but she would have to stock up the next day.

    She would also have to buy fuel for the truck before too many more trees went by her windscreen. She did not take via to be her lover that night. She was too exhausted to enjoy it and needed the extra rest. The night passed quickly and it was long before she was ready, that she found herself on the road again, behind the wheel of her truck, pounding the dirt of the mountain tracks.

    However there was to be a change. She had only travelled for about two hours when the little road suddenly changed. It became a hard black surface. It was much easier to travel and so she could go faster than the fifty kilometres per hour that had been ruled by her vehicle suspension. Eighty became easy so the remaining eight hundred kilometres of the journey, could be done in a single day. Towns and villages passed more frequently as she drove. Fuel and water were collected from different locations along the road, which made Lorena feel much easier about the final part of the journey.

    The truck ground its way along easily now and so Lorena was much more relaxed. Of course she was over-whelmed with joy when shortly after dusk the road topped a small mountain and she saw the sea and Rio on the shore. Its lights shining in the dark. Life felt good again and the last few hills and valleys went by before she was aware.

    When she rolled up to the gates of the Samba School she was welcomed with a small celebration and soon all was arranged for her and her horse. They both had a very contented night. Lorena had arrived with a whole day clear before the start of the festival. She would have ample time to prepare her costume, what there was of it and to dress Via as a belly rider's horse should be dressed. This year the house colours were red and orange. Colours of heat and passion. Very appropriate thought Lorena as she drifted off to sleep. Her dreaming started soon after. It was filled with roads and passing people who were unable to give her directions as she got more and more lost, on an imaginary journey that resembled the one she had just completed.

    Late in the night she awoke and went to find a place to relieve herself. Afterwards her sleep was much more peaceful. The following day she awoke late. It did not matter as the making of her costume was a simple matter. All the modifications had already been made to her harness and Via had a new set of bridle and reins, that she had commissioned from a local worker. Lorena would have to braid ribbons and things into Via's main and tail but that would be done on the morning of the march. Her own hair would also have to be done but someone else would do it so that it would look just right. This meant that she could spend her time helping anyone who needed it.

    She ended up sewing sequins and gold filigree, by the metre, to what seemed like thousands of metres of brightly coloured cloth. All of it, as "blow away" as the finest silk. The work seemed to be never ending. No sooner had one piece been finished than someone came up with another thing to be completed. Lorena enjoyed the work not because it was thrilling work but it gave her a sense of being a part of the community instead of an outsider. She had helped in this manner every year that she had travelled to attend the great celebration.

    She worked long into the night and eventually went to sleep at the sewing machine. Some one carried her to her bed and made her comfortable. Others took care of Via for her and everything seemed to run very smoothly. It did not go totally without hitch but Lorena was not aware of any major problems.

    On the first day of Mardi Gras, Lorena awoke with a head ache. It was not a bad pain but it was enough to put her into a not particularly good mood. She went in search of something to eat and then went to minister to Via. She knew that she should have seen to the horse first but that was the way she was feeling today. Via though had already been fed and watered. He had also been groomed and looked in peek condition. He snorted as Lorena approached. She knew he was pleased to see her, as she was to see him.

    "Well my fine friend today is the day. I hope you feel better than I do. I just hope my head gets better before I have to start the ride this afternoon." Lorena talked to the animal for a few minutes before going out to get some fresh air. She would not have long to herself, to do as she pleased, because of the preparations that still needed to be arranged.

    The breather seemed to do a world of good and it was not long before Lorena went back to Via to start arranging his decorations. She braided his tail into plats and interwove bright orange and red ribbons. Then she platted his main with red and gold resting individual plats alternately on either side of his neck. This took nearly an hour before it looked acceptable. Then the harness was placed over the horse's back and strapped into place. All the straps and buckles were checked to make sure that they would not cause any discomfort.

    The animal would have to ware the harness for the next three days, and a little bit, so Lorena wanted to make quite sure that he would not rub sores and blisters. Then the bridle and rein was added. It was made of leather but was completely covered in bright red quilting to give it a softer warmer touch. By now most of the morning was spent. It was time for Lorena to prepare herself for the event. She went to a room where she knew there were some women organising hair stiles for the belly riders.

    Lorena waited her turn and then let herself be subjected to a similar treatment to that which she had just given Via. She was made to strip naked and then sit in front of a mirror for an hour while her hair was combed, platted, coloured and arranged. Beads and sequins were threaded on to individual strands. Then her face was painted to look like a devil with red eye lids and cheeks. Her breasts and legs were treated the same way until she hardly recognised herself. But she had to admit she did look the part. A lady devil who would be riding her horse for sex.

    When all was done she went out to see her steed. He had been given one or two additions since she had last seen him. He now sported blood tipped horns on his forehead and his coat was stained red to match her own skin colour. This would be most impressive if all the belly riders were treated on a similar vain. Lorena looked around at the others who were preparing for the march. They all seemed to be enjoying the event and yes they all seemed to be taking on the parts of hells denizens.

    The afternoon was well on its way by now and it was time to be strapped into the saddle. Lorena went to find a sip of water to freshen her mouth before actually being tied down. Once that was done she would not be released for the whole three days of the celebration. The water tasted good and she was tempted to have more but she refrained, knowing that to do so would cause her additional pain later.

    Arriving back at Via's side Lorena found five strapping men waiting for her. They had taken the sling part of the harness, that she would be riding in, and laid it on the ground. She was instructed to lie on the sling and then it was lifted with her in it, by four of the men while the fifth went round the horse fastening the straps that would support her weight.

    Finally the underside of the sling was brushed off and her legs and arms were strapped to the horse's sides. This would be her lot for the next sixty hours or more. Once the last buckle was tight, the five men went off laughing and cracking jokes. None of the amusement was directed at her, for which Lorena was grateful. She was just left to hang in the balance and await the next stage of the preparations. A young lad was fussing around with another horse not far away. He seemed to be painting its legs. Lorena watched him not really taking in what it was that he was doing. She did notice that the horse also had its rider strapped in position. After a few minutes the boy finished his art work and he stood up and stretched a bit. Then he took the horse's rein and led the animal into the courtyard.

    Shortly afterwards the lad returned and taking Via's rein he led Lorena out to the yard to join the other riders. Now for the first time Lorena was able to see all of the riders together. There were eight and they were all coloured red, hanging under red horse's that all had blood stained horns. One or two of the ladies talked to each other but none spoke to Lorena. Lorena did not try to make conversation, she was far too nervous.

    She had not been there long before another man appeared. Immediately all the chatter stopped. The man greeted the ladies collectively and then set to his task. He knelt down by the first horse and produced, from a bag, a syringe. Testing that all the air was out of the contraption he injected the horse's penile pouch, and then moved on to the next animal. All eight animals received this treatment. But it was not over yet.

    Lorena watched the first animal to see the reaction to the initial injection. It did not take long. The penis started to protrude and slowly extended to its full length. The penis was a fleshy pink in colour with black and brown markings. It hung limply for a while and then started to stiffen. Lorena watched fascinated. She knew that the same thing would be happening to Via. She would feel the result of it in a moment. It was what she had been longing for since she was a little girl.

    The man returned to the first horse just in time. If he had been much later the penis would have been too stiff to bend and thus could not be forced into the expectant rider. He took the end of the thickening member and gently bending it, he introduced the head to the rider's vagina. It slipped in easily and as the penis continued to stiffen, gained grater and grater depth. The rider said nothing as she was engulfed by her sexual passion.

    The attendant moved on to the second horse and repeated the process, with the same results. Each horse was treated the same way and Lorena watched all the while. She was the seventh to be administered to. Of course she could not see what the man did to Via, but she felt every millimetre of Via as he pushed into her body. Now she though, she was ready.

    There was one last thing to do before all was in readiness. A second injection was administered to each horse to make him retain his erection. It would last for the first six hours or so of the event. Other injections would be supplied as and when they were needed. Lorena had brought enough of the drug that she used on Via to give fourteen injections. It would be quite sufficient for the duration required.

    After a short time of final checks and arrangements, the gates were opened and the cavalcade was led out by the float. Lorena was not really thinking about what was going on. Her mind was fare away with a little girl who had spent nearly twenty years to achieve this aim. As she was moved along under Via, she could feel the rhythmic thrust of the horse as his every step caused his engorged penis to enter and then retreat from her over stretched vagina. Over stretched it may be but that was only by human standards. It was a comfortable fit for a horse, and Lorena found it comfortable too.

    The sensation was something that she was very used to and it was what she wanted to be doing more than any other. This was the beginning of the granting of her life's ambition. From now on she would aim to attend this parade every year. Maybe in the future she would ride with her daughter in attendance or even with her daughter as an additional rider. Perhaps with her aunt Elizabet also riding, they could have three generations ride together.

    Suddenly there was a loud shout from a crowd. Lorena was brought out of her thoughts to find herself being led down a cobbled street with a multitude of people on either side. They were laughing and singing and dancing as they watched the riders walk by. Many pointed and whistled at the riders, picking out one individual to favour with their attentions. Some of the young men made explicit signs at the ladies, as they passed slung under their horses. Others chose to walk along side and request sexual favours.

    Most of the requests were in jest but some where of a genuine nature. Lorena tried to pay attention to what was going on about her, but the continuous ministrations of Via's penis to her tender loins drew her mind back to the imminent orgasm that was about to take her. As she succumbed to the hormones raging through her body she heard, as if from a distance, another loud shout from the crowd. This would be the scene throughout the three days.

    This had been the first orgasm of the day for Lorena, but it was not to be her last. In between them, however, she would get a chance to see the world of Mardi Gras from the sideways and very low angle of the belly rider. Every time a rider appeared to reach a climax the people lining the street would cheer. This was really just an increase in the level of noise that they made all the time. The shouts, cries and whistles came from the spectators, and the music, bells and drumming in general came from the paraders. Other noises were of dogs barking, horses neighing, bangs that sounded like pistol shots, but were really fire works, car horns and other sounds that could not be distinguished amid the din.

    A man came over to Lorena as she rode by and opening his trousers he extracted his penis and waved it at her. He was shouting something as he did so but Lorena could not hear. She shouted back at him, knowing full well what it was that he wanted. His actions had made that clear. He crouched down and crawled along close to Lorena so that she could hear his request the second time.

    "Please." He shouted, "Will you rub my penis for good luck. I have been trying to make my wife pregnant for three years now and had no luck. I am sure you would bring me luck" Lorena pointed out that her hands were tied and that she could do nothing at the time. The man looked crest fallen and stopped dead in the road as Lorena was forced further and further away by the constant stride of her mount.

    This was not to be the last such request or the last time a man had his request rejected through no fault of the rider. Lorena came again, to a loud cheer and then carried on observing the crowds that she passed. There were all sorts of people. Young and old, ugly and attractive. It could make a very good parade if one was seeking a mate. One would never find a grater variety of possible contenders of either sex. This though was not Lorena's requirement. She had her mate and would not need another as long as he lived.

    About an hour into the march Via had his first ejaculation. He had been dancing rather than walking for a while now as though he was walking on glass and each step made him jump. It was usually an indication of imminent discharge. The dancing motion only added to Lorena's own heightened sexual arousal. As she tried to concentrate on the feeling of the horse's member inside her body, she also rose to a fevered pitch and her orgasm coincided with Via's massive climax. She felt the head swell inside her and then it shot its sperm deep into her womb. There were several spurts. After the second Lorena was so full of the sticky semen that it shot out of her vagina, backwards between Via's legs.

    There was a tremendous cry from the crowd with wolf whistles and cat calls as the white juice splattered across the road. It was the first of many and Lorena was not the only rider to go through the experience.

    Soon after, Lorena and the seven other belly riders were led into the square that had been selected for the first rest area. Horses were watered and the majority of the clan went to get some form of refreshment. Lorena was offered a drink of water which she took a sip from but did not actually require. She had only wanted to moisten her mouth.

    When the boy returned from his own rest, Lorena asked him to release her arms. He looked round as though looking for someone to request permission. Lorena chided him and he set to freeing the straps. Now Lorena would be able to grant some favours to the men who asked her. She had not liked to see the crest fallen expression of the man she had had to deny.

    The march got under way again and the same sort of events filled the next hour. It was a sequence that was repeated slowly over and over. Walk cum, walk cum, etc. etc. Lorena did not mind. If she could spend the rest of her life in constant orgasm she gladly would. However there were times in between the orgasms that required something to attract ones attention. As soon as another man came over to request a favour, Lorena was happy to oblige, From now on she would do what ever she could to satisfy the watching crowds.

    She could not give oral ministrations but her hands were free to do what ever was required, as long as she could reach. Once the first person found his wish fulfilled others followed suit and it was not long before Lorena had a line of men and a few women following her, looking for services. She did what she could within her confines and between her own moments of total elation. Even the act of satisfying a fellow human gave her some considerable stimulation. If only her Mother and Father had been alive to see her now.

    Her Mother would certainly have been proud. As the line of waiting customers grew, other riders asked for their arms to be released. It was not long before all eight of the riders were bestowing favours as and when requested. Lorena was thankful, there was no way that she alone could have complied with every supplication. Her own orgasms became almost back stage to what she was doing for other people.

    Not every person was able to cum at Lorena's beck and call. Indeed not every person wished to achieve a climax. For many it was enough to have been treated by a rider. Those that did cum were thankful to the extreme.

    Most of the men seemed to direct their jets of sperm toward Lorena herself. Sometimes they would strike her with their creamy white fluid, others would miss altogether or it would land on Via's underbelly and then trickle down onto Lorena's breasts and stomach. She realised that at the end of three days she would be covered with several layers of dried male sexual juice. A long bath would be required at the end of the third day.

    The end of the first day came long before Lorena was ready. She had been enjoying herself so much she had not noticed the passage of time and was quite surprised when she was led into the Samba School's private compound. The crowds of followers were left behind and all suddenly fell quiet. Most of the group of people who made up the exhibition went quickly to their beds.

    The horses were led into the stables and after feeding and watering they too were left to sleep quietly, their respective riders still in place, slung under the animal's body. The only thing that was done was that each animal was again injected to keep the stiff erection in place through out the night. This was the fourth injection so far.

    Lorena's right hand ached a little. She massaged her joints to ease the tension, and then interlocking her fingers across her stomach, she relaxed and tried to gain a few hours rest. All the other riders were similarly stabled and soon the only sound was that of horse and rider softly breathing in unison. It was the early hours of the morning. First light would be in a short while and a new day would start with this dawn.

    As hard as she may try, Lorena could not relax. She was a little disturbed at having her fun cut off at such short notice. There was nobody to talk to as even Via seemed to be contentedly dreaming of what ever horses dream of. This was extremely frustrating. There was only one thing to do that could relax her. Reaching down to her mound she started to rub at her clitoris. She remembered the first time she had ever done this. She had been twelve and had suddenly found the pleasure of orgasm. From then on it had become a nightly ritual unless she was dog tired.

    The first time she had tried it while coupled to a horse, the resulting climax had almost made her head explode. She had hardly even started before it was finished. The shock had been enough to make her scream, and several people had run to see if she was all right. Of course she had been, but she resolved to bight her tongue the next time.

    This night just the opposite applied. She could not get satisfaction, no matter how hard she rubbed. She ended up waking Via from his repose which made it worse. She also awoke a number of the other horses and maybe some of the riders.

    A dog that had been sleeping in the corner of the stables came over to her and nuzzled her breast. Concentrating hard on her clitoris she did not notice the animals licks. He continued his inquisitive exploration of her body and eventually found her exposed buttocks and vagina, complete with penetrating horse member. The dog continued to lick, fascinated by the strange taste that was so like a bitch on heat but different. His tongue slipped around Via's thick penis at the point where it entered Lorena's vagina, stimulating both horse and rider.

    The intrusive tongue licked all around the anal sphincter hidden between the curvaceous hind quarters of the woman. The more it licked the more Lorena wanted it to penetrate her. Suddenly her vagina was producing love juice to extreme. It was running out of her and down between her buttocks. The dog licked more intently. This was what she had wanted. Lorena felt her climax build and then explode, filling her head with bliss. The dog continued to lick but his work was done. Lorena was able to relax and finally drift off to sleep.

    The second day was much the same as the first had been, except there were no preparations. Make up was touched up and then on the road again. Lorena was beginning to feel quite thirsty, so she indulged in a short drink. Water was all she had but she found it enough. She did not need any alcohol to boost her. As the day passed though she did find that she required more and more to drink. She was accosted by numerous men again, all vying for her favours. She did what she could, satisfying most, but she was getting bored with it.

    Her eleventh customer was a woman. She had almost no clothing on and requested that Lorena service her. Lorena was only too glad to comply. Here was the change she had been looking for. She reached out to touch the woman's body, and ran her hand over the soft and smooth skin. The woman was fit and quite nicely shaped, a flat stomach and round hips at the top of shapely legs. Her smile was fetching and Lorena liked her instantly. The pubic mound had been recently shaved but was now showing a fine dark stubble.

    Lorena slipped her fingers in between the girl's legs and fondled the two fleshy lips that hid there. Then she inserted her middle finger and using her thumb started to rub the clitoris that hid at the front of the vaginal slit. The woman was moist inside and the stimulation made her even wetter. Lorena introduced a second finger to the vagina and tried to reach the girl's anus with another finger. It was then that the girl had her orgasm. She was almost unable to walk from the sexual spasms that raked her body.

    Stumbling and staggering along she was just able to keep up with the horse that drew Lorena inexorably down the road. Lorena was also turned on by the lesbian encounter and had her own orgasm moments later. Her arm went limp and contact was lost between the girl and herself. That was another relationship that had to be explored.

    At the rest area Lorena had a deeper drink. Her thirst was increasing and her throat was getting sore. Via stuck his head in a bucket and downed a large quantity of water. He was feeling the heat too. It was different at home. There, there was a cool breeze that blew the heat away, but here in the city the wind was blocked by the tightly packed buildings. The heat stayed and just increased as the day passed.

    Two dogs ran by. One seemed to be chasing the other. Lorena watched. The first dog stopped and waited for the second. Then when he reached her the second dog mounted the first and they copulated, he thrusting in and out rapidly for a short while. Then they separated and ran on. Lorena found it strange that the two had not been locked together as was usually the case with dogs. Maybe the dog had not been deep enough to get tied before the bitch decided to move on. Again the carnival moved on. It was not just dogs, and ladies with horses having sex.

    There were several couples engaging in intimate relations along the street where the procession passed. Some stood in corners, some stood in the open amongst the crowds. Even some of the carnival caricatures engaged with individual spectators and then had to run to catch up with their own display team. At the second rest area someone offered Lorena a bottle. She was in a mood that now she did not care about staying sober. She did not look to see what it was and took a deep draught. She thought that she might choke but was able to prevent it. The liquid was like fire as it ran down her throat. It felt good as she took another mouth full.

    The person who had offered her the bottle told her to keep it and walked off to find another. The liquid did nothing for her at first but soon she was as happy as she had ever been. As the parade moved along the final leg of the second day, Lorena was singing and joking with the other riders, just as everybody else had. By the time they all reached the compound again the bottle was empty. Lorena did not remember drinking it all but she knew she had not let anyone else have it. It must have slopped out of the bottle as she was walked along, she mused as she fell asleep under the influence of the tequila.

    The head ache that ensued the next day made itself felt mainly through the noises of what ever was going on around Lorena. She was not used to strong drink, and every sound throbbed in her head. She had steadfastly stuck to wine as a drink with meals and had never had anything stronger so this first taste was now like the punishment from hell that the Sambas school was trying to depict in their costumes. She tried to keep her eyes shut as the light seemed to hurt as much as the sound did.

    Someone saw her agony and taking pity gave her a small drink of something milky white that tasted of aniseed. He said that it would ease the pain but Lorena was sure that the world would crack her head open before she ever recovered. However by the time the party was ready to move again she felt quite a bit better, and was able to join in with the revelry. There were the usual jokes and laughs as they wend their way down the streets and round the town. More people came to ask for hand favours.

    Lorena recognised the man who had first asked her on day one, and she shouted to him waving her had to show him that she was now free. He came over to her and she gladly gave him the relief that she had not been able to give the first time. At first he just walked along beside her as she stroked his member but as the erection grew stronger he started to turn to ward her to allow her an easier and longer stroke. Being able to reach him with only one hand was a handicap but it had to do. She kept up a rapid pumping action and soon had the satisfaction of feeling him tense for the ejaculation. It shot out in large globs and landed on her breasts and shoulder.

    He was about to thank her and leave but Lorena did not let him go. She continued to pump but more gently now. His erection remained and he consented to try for a second shot. After all he had missed it on the first day. The second time took much longer but a result was attained eventually. Before he went back to his loving wife, Lorena touched her fingers to his newly produced seed and put them to her lips. Then she blew him a parting kiss and licked her lips.

    The resultant smile on the man's face was the size of a bus as he disappeared back into the crowd. The two dogs ran past. This time they ran side by side and nipped at each other as they went. The job was obviously done and the bitch had received her mate's full load of sperm. Lorena received Via's sperm on several occasions, each time shooting it into her deepest recess and the excess being ejected from the tightly fitting union between horse and woman, to land wasted on the street.

    The woman's orgasms took her mind from her work of satisfying the men and women that required her services, but only during the actual moment of climax. She was given another bottle of something. It tasted good so she drank it, not worrying about the effects it would have tomorrow morning. She did not have anything specific to do so if she was incapacitated it would not change her plans. It only lasted part of the time and she was given a bottle of something different to carry on with. Every single person along the way was quite happy with the effects of drink and the carnival but Lorena did not notice as her own drunken state increased. Many of the paraders were well intoxicated but it did not seem to detract from the scene as they all sang and danced as they were supposed to.

    At one point a cracker went off right next to Via. The frightened horse reared and bucked as he fort to try and escape the noise. His hapless rider, tied in place, could only go with him. The shaft of the equine penis thrust deep into Lorena as the horse stood on its hind legs. A splitting pain shot through her abdomen. She wondered if this was to be the end of her. Had the penis broken through into something vital. She knew that some women had died while in the saddle this way.

    The poor boy who was guiding them struggled to take the horse under his control. As the horse came down the penis retracted from the tender depths of Lorena's vagina, only to be thrust deep a second time as he reared a again. He landed on all four feet and then jumped and strutted. Each movement causing Lorena additional pain. Several other people joined in with the fighting animal while its legs flailed in the air. Lorena was in real danger of being kicked in the head. It could be fatal.

    The antics of the frightened horse effected all the other horses near by. The animal slowly quieted, his motions reduced to wild struts. Finally he relented and allowed himself to be led quietly. Those who had witnessed the event were deeply relieved that the episode was over, and those who had helped control Via went back to their places. At last the group was able to move on again. The end eventually came and the gate to the Samba School was closed on the final day of the carnival.

    The horses were led into the stables and the people went to their beds. Via had been given another injection only two hours previous and his erection would not subside for several hours yet to come. It had been the fourth injection of the day and the eleventh of the whole parade. In this time Lorena had not been out of the harness that carried her and Via's throbbing Penis had been deeply thrust into her loins without respite. He had only ejaculated into her seven times as the injection not only increased the duration of the erection but also delayed the inevitable climax. Lorena on the other hand had had over fifty orgasms and had fainted with thirteen of them.

    She quickly fell asleep. The expense of energy and the alcohol had both taken their toll. It was a wonderful thing to have done, but now that it was over, she just wanted to float into oblivion and rest. Then it would be time to think about next year. As she drifted off she was sure that next year would be better. Lorena slept long into the morning. Via's penis slipped out of her as it shrank back to its normal size. This took several hours to accomplish but as there were no further injections to keep him fully erect, he empties his bladder on the floor below her body. Lorena was finally released.

    Still asleep she was quite unaware of the huge penis's exit but the liquid in her bladder finally found an open way out and she urinated in her sleep. Her deeply yellow water joining with Via's . It did not rush out in one fast gush but slowly trickled out, dribbling down over her anus and between her buttocks. The flow was sustained for over fifteen minutes as the pressure slowly subsided.

    All of the riders seemed to have a problem retaining their water. One woman was unstrapped from her horse and as she was helped to stand, the urine flowed out and down her legs. She was so embarrassed at not being able to get to the appropriate facilities. The horses also had a problem with water retention, some relieved themselves onto their riders as they still hung under the animal. The women all needed a bath, but this was not what had been intended.

    Lorena's head ache was far worse that morning than it had been on the previous day, but it was nothing that some rest and a little food would not cure. Her internal organs had survived the onslaught of the horse's fear and there was no real damage except a little bruising. She had completed her first full belly ride in public and achieved her ultimate ambition. Now she could relax and take life as it came, or more to the point as her horse came. The more frequent the better. If she was able to ride again at the most prestigious celebration in South America, all the better, and if she could ride with her Daughter and Aunt, that would be a crowning glory.

    Jillian and Pomponio

    Author note & Disclaimer:

    Potential Belly Riders please read this before the story. Thanks This is a story of fiction and has no relationship to anyone living or dead. The places are fictitious though the town names are real. All copy rights are held by the authors and permission must be sought before alterations may be made to any part of this tail.

    As many people may or may not be interested I feel that I should explain some of the difficulties involved in carrying out a ride such as this story portrays. There are many hazards and the activity can and has at times proved fatal. A horses penis is generally in the region of sixty centimetres long, that is two feet for those of you who do not understand metres.

    Some are longer and some are shorter to within about eight centimetres. (Three inches) if one was to measure the distance between the human vagina and the diaphragm, it would be found to vary between about twenty five and thirty five centimetres. (ten and fourteen inches) obviously these two readings do not coincide.

    If a horse penis enters the human female's body with too much force or goes in too deep it can and probably will rupture something vital. If it is your heart chamber or your liver it will kill you instantly. Your intestine or stomach will result in long slow and painful death.

    If you wish to try to belly ride, or make love to a horse any other way, be extremely careful, and if you can, have a friend close by to help you, and look after you, and your horse. there are many sights on the net which will give good advice about loving horses and they give some of the conditions and pitfalls that surround this activity.

    Jillian can give some advice on this matter and has had experience with horses though she has never ridden in the manner as stated in this story. She is however doing research into the techniques and hopes to provide the net with her findings soon. She has also written a ten chapter semi-fiction about how she began horse love, during the second world war.

    She is now nearly seventy five years old and will not be riding in the future, much as she would like to. If you wish for more information on this subject, or copies of her stories, Jillian will be more than happy to guide you for as long as she lasts on this planet, age not withstand.

    Belly riding was sometimes a part of a Samba School's parade in Rio, during the fifties. We do not know when it started or how. It was stopped by the Brazilian government when it was found that some of the riders were dying of excessive penetration. I have heard much speculation about what went on and the possible side activities that could stem from this. As authors it is our duty to try to keep a story within a set of reasonable limits. Therefore the story is set to what we as authors can take as truly plausible and not what could have been in the wild fantasy mind of a psychopath. Both authors will continue to study this matter to the best of their ability and if amendments are due they will be posted on this news group...you as a reader may e-mail the authors direct if you so wish.

    All I wish to say now on behalf of Pomponio and myself is happy reading and safe sex to you all.


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    Now that is an awesome story... I read it in one peace and it made me cum several times


    Jan 22 2007 00:28
    i came at least 4 times


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