THe lay-aggra pill that Mason Dixson had placed into each jar of the Apple Passion sauce helped Joe Simpson to have a hard time not going to mount Betty.
Little did Joe understand what was making him so horny every time he had a bowl full of Mr. Dixson's apple sauce. Joe had planned since Mason was known to be dead that it was a good time for him to visit Betty.
Joe a type II diabetic needed calories to burn when working hard or using his hard for work. At night he walked to the Mason's apple farm and into the dark stable.
Morgan and Betty were standing each in their respective stalls. Betty by now had felt the touch of Joe several times. As Joe undressed and prepaired for his session he popped open a jar of the special Apple Passion sauce.
Pulling over a pair of hay bales Joe stood penis to vulva with the mare. Soothingly he touched the soft folds of her vulva. Betty began to wink the lips of her sex which made both Morgan and Joe get excited.
Joe's expanding cock felt so neat as it slipped deep into the mare's vagina. Thoughts of all those weeks of penal expander which cost him a fortune now seemed cheap. As inch after glorious inch of cock moved down the welcoming tunnel Joe felt a shiver.
Thinking his glucose level to be low he chugged several mouthfuls of the Apple Passion sauce. The sauce was swallowed as the feeling of strength and power filled his body. A round of pelvic thrusting began as Joe's balls churned. Never had he felt such desire and lust for the touch of Betty or any horse he mounted.
An hour past and Joe was still rock hard and was on his third load. A snort from Morgan rippled the hair on the back of Joe's neck. Looking around the big black Belgian was several feet away but his breath still able to flick the hair on his neck, how odd!
Betty seemed to be getting aggitated so Joe pulled out of her and stepped off the bales. Looking down the bales were ten feet to the left of where he was mounted on Betty's sensual rump.
Joe's legs felt strange and his stance was unsteady. Holding to Betty's back Joe inched over to the stall's side rail. The floor was so dark he could not see it in the dim light.
Betty now dipped her head and licked at Joe's still hard cock. Another shiver ran through his body and made him close his eyes. The stomping of Morgan brought Joe back to thinking of walking home before Angie Dixson came in to feed her prize horses.
Gathering his clothes Joe stepped awkwardly to the barn door. The half moon was just barely up, yet it offered much more light than the barn.
Joe looked down his fat belly to his large black cock waving around stiff and dripping of Betty's juices. As he lifted a foot to see if he were injured in any way the sight of hocks, hind feet, fetlocks, and hoofs came into disturbing view.
Terror, horror, fear, all piled on top of Joe's thoughts. "Legs, I have a cock and legs of a horse, how?" said Joe out loud.
Dropping his clothes he stepped into the dark barn. Feeling very uneasy he picked up his still half full jar of Apple Passion and downed it in two swallows.
The jar was tossed into the hay pile as Joe stepped closer to Betty's rump. A longing to mount her again was driving him crazy. As he leaned his face closer to breath in the scents she wafted, he lost his balance.
Hands flayed wide he tried to grab for her furry buttocks. A wild fear came over him as his hadns clearly missed the beautiful buttocks while his face fell into Betty's winking vulva.
The feel of a pressing on her sex lips she clamped down her sexy strength and held Joes head and face tight. Gasping for breath the mare's juices flowed over Joe's face. Mouth open he breathed in air and her juices. A taste he had not tried before the musky liquid seeped into his cheeks and down the throat.
Such passion sent more cold shivers down his frame. Pushing away with his hands he finally pulled his face from within her sex.
Joe laid down on the straw covered floor. Huffing he panted for breath. A strange desire to go to sleep came over him that he could not deny and as his eues closed he knew Angie would soon be there.