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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) California by Rachael Ross (Cowboys, Horses, Poker, Bestiality)
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California Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.  Intended for
adults only.  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
email:rache696@yahoo.com Story Codes: Cowboys, Horses, Poker, Bestiality
Synopsis: California Oquias is a real cowgirl and when the stakes get loose
in a friendly bunk house poker game, anything can happen.

   California by rache

   It took a little while, but they got used to it.  The cowboys, I mean,
cause they could be as closed minded as anyone else and working cattle with
a little Texican girl like me had rubbed them a little wrong at first.  But
Parker knew me, the old man, and when I'd come round looking for work he
hadn't tried to put me in the kitchen.

   My daddy had worked his ranch the last few years before he'd died, so
maybe Parker had figured he owed him something.  I hadn't banked any of
that though, and to tell the truth, I don't think Parker had either.  He
knew I could carry my own weight and then some, and after a few days he was
sure of it.

   The boys took a bit longer was all. 

   My dad was a Texan, his family going back to a long time before Sam
Houston ever got there.  My momma was from Juarez, the other side of the
border, and I'd seen a picture of her, but that was all.  I'd grown up with
my dad, moving from ranch to ranch, getting some school where I could, but
mostly learning how to throw rope, mend fence, and read minds.  Horses,
steers, and cowboys...I knew what they were thinking, even if they didn't.

   I got my three R's from living in the bunk houses and handy homes, as
they were called sometimes.  Reading and writing from old newspapers and
Zane Grey paperbacks, and math from playing poker with the boys.  I'd been
raped twice, but that second time was more my fault than his, and I'd
learned.  It hadn't killed me and the only thing I'd lost was a bit of
blood and I'd got that back a few years later.  An eye for an eye, like the
good book says.

   So I was California Oquias, or just Cali for short, all of five foot
nothing and light, too light maybe, but wiry strong too.  Hard work will do
that to a person.  Small hard breasts, narrow hips and a big round Mexican
ass that got a little more attention than it probably deserved, that was
me. Brown skin like Rio Grande mud, bright brown eyes and thick black hair.
I had a pretty face, round with high cheeks and a little nose, good smile
too, the boys liked to see me smile.

   I was smiling right then, sitting at the table after a long day's work
and a good supper.  I was looking at a full house in a friendly stakes game
of Louisiana Hold 'Em and there was about two hundred in the pot.

   "Twenty?" I looked around at the four guys I was sitting with.  They
were all young, in their early twenties like me.  The older hands didn't
play cards with me anymore.

   Bucky nodded too quick and I knew he was sitting on something, flush
probably.  I'd just asked to see who was excited and who wasn't.

   "I'll put up...uhhh..." I sighed, reaching down to my hip.  I'd busted
myself on a mare that morning, bitch of horse, but she was ridden now. 
"The Virgin Mary for your twenty and thirty more."

   I stabbed my Bowie knife into the table so it stood straight up,
quivering just a little.  It had a bone handle carved with the Virgin's
likeness, or so I was told.  It could've been the face of a Tijuana whore
for all I knew.  It was a good knife though, worth 50 bucks easy and they
knew it.

   "She's bluffing," Tex grinned at me and somewhere behind us one of the
old guys clucked his tongue.  He mighta believed that too, but he wasn't
gonna pay to find out and Tex tossed his cards.

   "I'm out." Slim, the bull faced kid on my left threw his cards towards
the pot.

   "Me too," Earl shook his head, folding his cards neatly and shoving them
away.

   Bucky was in though, like he had to be, and I just kept smiling. 

   "Thirty to me?" he nodded, chewing on a long splinter of wood that he'd
been using for a toothpick.  "Payday stakes?"

   "What?" I laughed at him and the other guys chuckled too.  "Long time
'til payday, Buck.  Too long."

   A few days before payday and I'd have let him draw light, taking a
marker.  He'd be good for it anyway, but it was bunk house rules, ten days
was a long time to be writing checks and a fella could run out of payday
before he ran out of poker.  Bucky had to pay up front, just like we all
did.

   "Well, shit," Bucky rubbed his jaw.  He wasn't gonna try and borrow
money neither, that never went too far.  "I'll put up the roan for
collateral, how about that?"

   "Collateral?" Tex grinned at him.

   "I ain't no banker," I shook my head.

   "Come on, Cali.  We done it before, everybody has." Bucky looked me in
the face and that was the truth.  What he was looking for was a promise
that I'd sell the horse back to him later for however much it was covering
in the pot. 

   "Just sell the damn horse," Slim laughed.  "Put it in the pot."

   "How much for the roan?" I asked.

   "Mmmm...Six hundred?" Bucky looked around.  "He's worth that much
anyway." He fixed his blue eyes on me.  "You wanna let me put him in the
game?"

   There was a fifty dollar limit on bets and raises, which was probably
over most of our heads anyway.  The next night we'd be playing for twenty,
probably.  Bucky was looking to see if I'd agree to change the rules for
that one hand and let him bump the pot 570 dollars at one go.  That was
pretty heavy for a bunch of cow pokes in a friendly game and if he lost,
Bucky wasn't gonna get his horse back.

   "I don't know what I got to cover that," I told him, feeling no shame in
admitting it.  Weren't none of us rich.

   "You got something," Bucky grinned at me and there were some chuckles at
that, but they died quick.

   "You might want to be cautious, Buck." I stared at him.

   "Six hundred..." he sucked his cheek.  "Be my bunk girl 'til payday,
that might cover it."

   It got kinda quiet then, the dozen ranch hands watching us now, and I
knew they were interested, not just to see if I'd pick up my knife and use
it on Bucky's balls, but to see if I'd say yes.  I hadn't fucked any one of
those guys and I didn't mean to, cause once that happened...Shit, anything
could happen.  It wouldn't make the boss too happy neither, cause boys were
boys and they got jealous quick.

   "I'd rather fuck that horse of yours, Bucky!" I laughed at him and he
turned a bit red.  The other guys chuckled and everybody moved a little,
just letting the tension go.

   "Well, let's do that then," Bucky stared at me, feeling a bit angry, but
that was cause he was just a kid and didn't know any better.

   "Do what?" I looked at him.

   "I'll put in my roan, you fuck him if you lose." He sat back in his
chair, balancing on the rear legs and rocking slow.

   "Shut up," I snorted.  "I ain't even said you could put your horse in."

   He was just messing with me now, trying to get back at me for knocking
his dick in the dirt.  I'd been told to fuck a horse before during poker
games, but this was original, trying to make a real bet out of it.  He
couldn't even cover the thirty I'd raised him unless I did him a favor and
he was pulling this crap?

   A little voice told me he might be sitting on more than a flush, but I
was always a little too feisty for my own good sometimes, a fact my daddy
had pointed out on more than one occasion.  But like all good daughters, I
didn't pay him enough mind to learn my lesson while I was still young.

   "You want to lose your pony?" I laughed.  "Fine."

   "Fine?" Bucky stared at me.  "You mean...you'll do it?"

   "If I lose, I'll do it," I nodded.  "But I ain't gonna lose, Bucky. 
I'll be riding your horse tomorrow, not the other way around."

   "You'll fuck my horse?" He was looking around and the room was busy with
talk, I'll tell you that much. 

   Either way it happened this was gonna be a story now, and I regretted it
immediately.  Just by saying yes I'd started building a reputation, I could
see that.  It wasn't gonna matter if I fucked that horse or not.  I was
willing to make the bet and that was all the punch line a good story
needed. If I lost, well, that would really be something, wouldn't it?  But
I wasn't gonna lose, not with my full house, that was just too...

   "I hope you love horses, California, cause I got four sevens that say my
roan's gonna love you!" Bucky laid them out slowly, the cards flicking off
his thumb.

   "Shit." I stared at them sevens layin' there and even laughed, just
cause it was a good trick.

   A little too good maybe, and while they boys were laughing and getting
all excited about maybe seeing the tough little cowgirl take some big horse
cock, I grabbed my knife out of the table.  I lunged across it, quick as a
coyote on a hare, and put the edge on Bucky's throat.  I grabbed the front
of his shirt with my other hand, sprawled out over the cards and money, and
held him tight.

   "Check him, Tex," I said, a little breathless.

   "Goddamn, Cali...Put the knife down...Shit...Calm down..." They were all
talking at once, but Bucky was being real quiet and there was a thin red
line on his throat now.  The Virgin was sharp as sin and she liked to
bleed.

   "Uh..." Tex moved slow, he knew what I was asking for and if I was wrong
there'd be hell to pay, but there wasn't no way in God's creation little
Bucky had pulled four sevens out of that deck.

   "Shoot..." Tex pulled a six of diamonds and then a three of spades out
of Bucky's shirt, down low by his belt.  He'd palmed a pair of sevens
during one of his deals, stashed 'em away for a rainy day, and all he'd
done was swap 'em out when he had a couple more to go with them.

   I let him go then, pulling the knife back and pushing myself away from
him, across the table 'til my feet touched the floor.  I put my knife back
in the leather sheath at my hip.  I wouldn't be needin' that no more.

   "Got us a little cheat, boys." Tex held up the cards he'd found and
Bucky looked around nervously.

   "You stupid some bitch," Slim shook his head.

   "Get a rope," old Frank Carlisle said. 

   Frank was in his fifties and one of the foremen.  He didn't stay in the
bunk house, but somebody had gone running for him quick once my knife was
out of the wood.  He was old school rodeo and tough as a mule's ass come
sundown.

   "Now hold on..." Bucky licked his lips, looking for sympathy.  "I was
just foolin' around is all...I didn't..."

   "Shut-up, Bucky, 'fore you get yourself hurt," Slim told him, cuffing
the boy upside the head.

   "What do you want to do with him, Cali?" Frank was looking at me, since
I was the injured party.  They were all looking at me.

   Now there's a lot of ways for dealing with a card cheat and none of them
are too good, cause it ain't nothing but thievery, plain and simple.  Back
a hundred years ago they'd shoot a fella for doing that.  Nowadays it's
just a good ass kicking generally, and the guy gets run off with a lot of
talk right behind him.  Bucky wasn't gonna be too welcome around these
parts.

   But I wasn't much for kicking a guy's ass, not that I couldn't do it. 
On a good day I could take any one of those men, at least enough so they'd
know they'd been in a real fight afterwards.  Bucky wouldn't be fighting
back anyway, because he hadn't just been stealing from me, he'd been
stealing from all of us.  Those boys woulda held him down and kept him down
and left him later to crawl out the door.

   Like I say though, I ain't all that much on beating a man down, even a
cheat like Bucky.  He'd lost his money and his reputation and even his
horse, that stud roan of his out in the shed.

   "I reckon that roan of mine wouldn't mind a little lovin' at that," I
grinned at Bucky.  "You're kinda scrawny for a mare, but that was the bet,
eh?"

   "W-What?" Bucky's eyes got big.

   "Goddamn, Buck...That's gonna hurt!" Tex chuckled. 

   "You can't...No way, come on, Cali..." Bucky swallowed hard.  "Look
boys, I'm sorry, okay?  I'm real sorry, I was dumb and...and I was
foolish...but..."

   There was a lot of talk as we ignored Bucky, most of the fellas agreeing
that fair was fair and the boy had made his own bed.  He'd have made me pay
up if I'd lost, we all knew that, so getting fucked by that roan of his
made for a lot of justice.

   Of course Bucky didn't see it that way and he put up a pretty fair fight
for being such a skinny kid. 

   "Goddamn, Bucky!" I drew my head back.  "You ever wash your ass?"

   The guys laughed.  We had Bucky tied over the water trough inside the
yard, a small section of the corral where we'd work wild horses around a
center post.  It was empty unless we were using it and we'd lit it up with
some kerosene lanterns. 

   "Shit!  Let me go!  I told ya I was sorry...Come on...This ain't funny!"
Bucky was yanking at the ropes, trying to kick and pull his hands free, but
he wasn't going anyplace.

   I'd undone his belt and pulled his dungarees down, exposing his lily
white ass to the cold Texas night.  One of the boys, a guy named Berto who
was half Mexican, was bringing the roan around.  He wasn't a bad horse,
just a three year old mesteno, a mustang, and full of grit.  They loved to
fight and fuck at that age, testing themselves and each other every chance
they got. 

   "Maybe you oughta get him slippery with something," Slim suggested. 
"Don't wanna hurt the horse."

   "You gonna lube him up?" I laughed at Slim and he shook his head.

   "This boy's got a temper!" Berto was holding the bridle, just the
headstall and reins, he hadn't bothered with a bit.  The roan was jerking
his head around, smelling something in the air.

   "He smells pussy!" Frank laughed, sitting on the fence near Bucky.

   The old foreman wasn't kidding either.  There were a couple mares in
season, split off from the herd and locked in the stables.  The other
horses could smell them easy enough though and it got all the young studs
agitated.

   "You think that's gonna fit?" Tex rubbed his jaw.  "That's a pretty big
dick for such a little horse."

   "What?" Bucky was trying to lift his head, or at least peer around the
trough so he could see what we were all looking at, but he wasn't gonna see
nothing from down there.

   "It's a big dick, Bucky," Frank nodded seriously.  "I feel sorry for ya,
son."

   "Come here, get him close..." I was telling Berto.  "He smells
something, huh!"

   That horse's cock was pretty big, considering the roan wasn't much
bigger than a good sized pony.  He had a small bloodline and it was like
that sometimes, but mustangs weren't big anyway as a general rule, unless
you went out of your way to get a bit more Arab blood in them.  That's what
Parker was doing with the mares, breeding them with an Arabian stallion he
kept just for that purpose. 

   "Oh shit no...What are you doing...Fuck!  I'm sorry!..." Bucky was
yelling and we were laughing at him. 

   He could smell the horse and hear his stamping feet and snorting breath.
Bucky knew that horse was right behind him and we were all talking about
how big that horse cock was and wondering how on earth Bucky's tight little
ass was ever gonna survive.

   "Well, Bucky...don't move, I think he's ready now..." I told him and he
was shaking, quivering like a little girl on her wedding night, and about
ready to cry it looked like.

   Tex grinned and he was holding an old baseball bat we kept for beating
the bunk house mattresses with, it was good for knocking the dust and bugs
out of them.  So he started pressing the barrel of that bat between Bucky's
pale cheeks while I was right there, kneeling on the dirt and rubbing the
young man's back.  That poor boy was so scared he didn't know a damn thing
except he was about to get fucked by a horse.

   "Damn, that thing looks hard...Better relax Bucky!" I warned him and Tex
pushed a little harder.

   "No nononono!  Oh fuck please God no!" Bucky was screaming all of a
sudden, jerking on his ropes as he felt that hard blunt object against his
ass, and he started pissing himself, soaking the trousers pulled down
around his knees.

   "Shit." I spit on the ground.  "That's enough."

   Everybody was laughing at him and he was crying.  I almost felt sorry
for him then.  Tex backed off, frowning at the end of that bat, but it
hadn't gone no further than to push against Bucky's asshole a little.  We
weren't ever gonna hurt the boy, not like that.

   I pulled out my knife and cut him loose and he was running, on his way
for good now and hitching up his wet pants as he went.  It was funny, but
it still left a bitter taste in our mouths and none of us felt really good
about having to do it like that, but Bucky had brought it on himself
anyway. 

   "I'll take him, Berto.  Thanks." It was my horse now and I hadn't
thought of a name yet.  Bucky came to mind, but I'd just as soon forget
that man, and anyway, I'd just sell the roan in a month or two probably.  I
already had two horses and I sure as hell didn't need three.

   I walked the horse towards the shed, which was really just a small barn
where we kept our personal horses.  It was a good deal, Parker letting us
use it, and we appreciated it.  I smiled a little, thinking how none of us
would mention Bucky for the next few days, maybe a week, but then somebody
would say something and it would be funny as hell and all okay because he'd
be long gone.

   "In here, buddy, there you go..." I put the roan in a stall, tying him
off and then looking him over.  He was a good horse, not a great one, but
healthy and strong enough for his size.

   I got down to check his iron and the shoes were good, his hoofs clean.
Bucky hadn't neglected the animal at all and I shook my head at how dumb
the guy had been to wager the horse like that, even if he was cheating. 
And then I looked at that horse cock, cause I was a mite interested. 

   There wasn't anyone else out there, and no one would be coming, they'd
all be bunking down for the night.  It was just me and the roan and I
reached under his belly and found his penis, short and fat and wrinkly
brown.  I played with it, feeling the soft muscles inside all spongy and
warm. 

   "Good boy...Nice boy..." I murmured, getting closer so I could smell
him, that heavy odor of horse piss and musk.  I played with his big heavy
balls and kissed his cock, working my mouth around it, playing with his big
piss hole nestled inside the folds of flesh.

   He was growing, that roan, he could smell the mares in the cool night
air.  He could feel my hands and mouth and tongue.  It wasn't what he was
used to, but he didn't mind me none.  His cock was growing, the muscles
filling with blood, growing fat and swelling.  It was a nice cock, nice and
big and I licked and kissed and stroked that lengthening shaft with both
hands, coaxing him to full size as the roan's cock slipped out of the soft
leathery sheath holding it.

   The horse stamped impatiently, maybe wondering where his mare was, and
he whinnied, calling for them, telling them he was ready.  The big flanged
head of his cock was round and blunt, and only slightly darker than the
rest of him.  I squeezed it into my mouth, sucking the soft resilient tip
hard while I kneaded the long shaft under my fingers.  He was about two
feet long, maybe less, maybe more, but I wasn't taking the time to measure
him neither.

   I tasted him, that distinct and acrid flavor of his stale piss and then
the wetness of his precum, flowing like a drippy faucet so that I had to
swallow fast and still it was running down my chin and neck, soaking into
my shirt.  It would wash out though.  I sucked him like that for maybe five
minutes, using my mouth on the shaft occasionally, but mostly playing with
the odd shaped head.  I loved the way it filled my mouth and I tongued it
all over, washing the horse with his own juices.  It was good, but this was
just a howdy-do suck job to introduce myself...I wanted a whole lot more
than that.

   I got naked, undressing fast as the horse started losing interest.  Once
the good feelings stopped, his cock started getting soft again, but that
was how they worked.  Soon as I had my clothes hanging over the rail it was
easy getting the roan hard again, and I didn't mind a little extra work
anyway.

   His cockhead felt good on my little brown body.  I rubbed him over my
smallish breasts, playing his dripping piss hole over my nipples
especially. They were long and hard and dark brown, all puffy and hot.  I
rubbed my little cunt while I did that too, getting myself ready for what I
needed.  It was going to be a tight fit, it always was, but that was part
of the fun.  I fingered my pussy hard while I dragged the roan's ruddy cock
over my tits and face, giving him some more sucking cause he seemed to like
that a lot.

   Some horses could care less about getting their dicks sucked, while
other horses took a real shine to it.  The roan was one of the latter I
thought, because as soon as he felt the wet, warm confines of my mouth
around the head of his cock, he gave a little kick and jerked so that I had
to shuffle my feet in the sawdust and straw chasing him, keeping my lips
tight around his prick.

   He was a good horse though, for being a youngster like he was and just
his first time with a woman.  He was gonna be a good boy, a nice fuck and I
rubbed his long cock over my belly and down, playing with it across my sex.
I was already wet, very wet and I had been ever since we'd started playing.
This part was just more fun foreplay, standing close to him, rubbing my
hard nipples against his body while I rode the long shaft between my
thighs.

   "Here we go now...Here we go..." I spoke to him gently, keeping the
animal calm. 

   I moved slowly, deliberately, giving the roan no surprises.  He just had
to get used to this, that's all, just had to do it once and feel good and
then we'd be doing it a lot.  I'd had one horse when I was younger, a big
Percheron, a real work horse, and he was too skittish, too excitable and
we'd never gotten to do it properly.  But this roan, he was being good, a
natural maybe, and he didn't protests when I turned myself for him, backing
my smooth round ass close and pulling his cockhead to my exposed cunt.

   I felt for him blindly for the most part, reaching down between my
spread legs with my right hand and holding the horse's cock with the other.
I had to push the head inside me, really squeezing it so I could work him
inside my hole.  His cock wasn't totally rigid, of course, so it would bend
and try to frustrate me, but I was patient and the roan was doing good and
standing his ground.

   "Ohhh...ummm-hmmm..." I gave a little groan, feeling his cock enter me
finally, stretching my soft walls, but not too bad.

   It was a good fit, the big round head expanding a bit after being
squeezed between my pussy lips and into my hungry hole.  I sighed happily,
getting him an inch and then two inches deep and then I was pushing myself
back, keeping my hand down there close to my cunt, keeping the horse inside
me while I stroked him with the other.

   If the roan knew my mouth felt good, he really loved my tight hot pussy.
He whinnied loud, shaking his head and took a half step towards me, moving
his big body to the side and forward.  About three inches of thick and now
very hard horse cock pushed into my pussy all at once and I was full then.
It knocked some of the air out of me and I felt a bit of discomfort, but I
always expected that. This wasn't my first horse and it didn't take long
before my pussy remembered how to do him proper.

   I was fucking him right, riding that pony bareback you might say, moving
my ass back and forth a little and rolling my hips slightly.  Nothing too
wild, not humping him all crazy or anything.  I was just working my cunt
around that cock inside me and I knew I could get him to cum like that. 
He'd cum for me, all I had to do was let him feel my pussy walls clasping
the head and five good inches of his cock.  I just kept stroking him,
pulling his supple skin over the hard taut muscle underneath.  Jerking off
a horse inside my cunt was one of life's real pleasures, and it weren't
just that neither.  I liked the way I was stretched and pushed and pulled
around him, and that roan was real stud.

   It was so good like that, so much better than fucking a man.  Not the
hard in and out bullshit, this was just in, all the way, all the time.  I
wasn't too big down there, not very deep at all, and that horse's cock was
almost bottomed out, but mostly because he was stretching me side to side
really nice too.  I fucked him good like that and kept a tight grip on that
cock too, because every now and then the roan wanted to move, he couldn't
help himself.  He smelled those mares in season and felt my pussy milking
him hard, and he wanted to go deep, so he'd move the way he had to.

   But I'd done this a lot, a whole lot, and I was cumming quickly.  The
horse's juices were already running out of me and now my own joined his. 
My thighs were wet and glistening, my fingers covered with wetness as I
held that part of his cock shaft emerging from my pink little hole.  He was
going to cum too, it wouldn't be long.  His cock was hard now, like a steel
rod and they only got like that towards the end, about the time...

   I gasped and shut my eyes as I felt it.  His hot sperm suddenly flooding
out of his penis, filling my cunt completely and probably more.  I didn't
imagine my pussy alone could hold it all, some of it was being pressed
through the neck of my cervix, into my womb itself, some of the rest was
running out of me in long thick ropes, dripping and falling to the floor
between my feet.

   The roan was shaking, his tail swatting at his flanks and his head
bobbing as he voiced his release.  Other horses heard his whinny and
answered, and he stamped his feet, his cock throbbing beneath my fingers.
And I was having my second orgasm, basking in that hot inner warmth,
feeling my insides being bathed in horse cum.  It left me breathless and a
little dazed, my head swimming happily and I couldn't stop smiling,
whispering praise for the animal even as I pulled his cock slowly out of
me.

   The horse's creamy sperm spilled from my gaping pussy like I'd just
turned over a bucket, mixed with my own juices to spatter on the floor of
the stall.  I rubbed my pussy, feeling it so wet and stretched that I could
work four fingers inside easily as I bent my lips to clean the roan's
penis. I licked and kissed and sucked very bit of our delicious fuck from
his skin.  It was a good reward for the animal and now he'd know what to
expect from me after the lights were off and the men sound asleep.

   It seemed almost ironic that Bucky would never know just how eagerly I'd
have paid my bet, if only he hadn't cheated.
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