Mustang Sally

I’m starting to work at the neighbor’s farm. My Boss, the pimp is selling horses. He gives just enough money to get wasted, and says, this bag of bones is yours. It is a Horse. I call it Bones (Yea genius!) 

Three more guys are working with him. Three brothers. All three of them swear to rape everything that lives. Whenever they get paid, they go to a bar to blow it all. They don’t really like me, but they take me with them. I become an extra wallet for them, and they’re protection for me against the psychos around.

All three are fucking the same woman working at the place. Toothless Sally. They say hers is the best blowjob around here. The three of them take turns trying to widen Sally’s throat hole. When they’re done they say, “Your turn.” “No,” I say. 

At the end of the night Sally’s lips swell from the friction

and I get labeled as dickless.

Then a couple more throat tamers want to try Sally. The bartender says, “Enough. The girl’s brain is filled with sperm.” 

Guns start firing. The three brothers immediately jump up, crawling to get out. I stick to the floor behind them.

Watching their three identical asses, I crawl my way to the door. All the way, their only concern is whether Sally will be killed or not. 

In the end, they decide that if she is, they’ll widen my throat instead. 

We get home. I go to Bones. 

“Grow a little more and we’ll both leave here, buddy,” I say.

Bones don’t react at all. 

I look at his lips, and Sally’s lips come to my mind.