By the time she was finished, the sun dipped past the horizon.
Jen was truly happy. She sat on the ground, her stomachs bloated with the semen of countless horses. Her faith had been rewarded. This was her reason to live. No one else but her could worship the God of horse penises like she could. This was a pantheon of horsecocks and she had become its guardian. She was lucky to be so blessed. Jen relaxed in the afterglow.
However, as her sexual high began to recede, her rationality increasingly returned to her. She felt her face grow hot as the reality of what happened dawned on her.
Oh my god, what was I doing!? I’m such a cocksucking whore! Did I seriously just treat freaking horse penises like god? I think dad said some of them were my children and I was their father!? I gave blowjobs to horses who I thought were my god and they were my children!? Jen hid her face in embarrassment. This was too much!
“Jen, dinner time!”
Oh boy.