PART 7
How about we come back tomorrow. We can get a hotel tonight and come over in
the morning. We can celebrate Christmas day together." Cindy smiled, "That
would be perfect! Thank you for understanding." Dave sighed, "I don't think
I'll ever understand, but yeah, let's just drop it. We'll see you tomorrow
honey." Janice couldn't help but give her daughter a hug, even though fresh
horse semen got all over her jacket in the process. Janice pretended not to
notice, even though she wiped her hand on it. Janice said, "Well, Merry
Christmas, honey." "Merry Christmas, Mom." They said their goodbyes and got
into their car. Cindy nearly collapsed.
After they tied up the horse behind the house and went inside, Cindy, Ken and
the girls drank the rest of the bottle of Vodka while laughing about everything
that had happened. Cindy held up her end of the bargain and stayed naked the
rest of the night, even while making dinner. Semen continued to drain from her
onto the chair while they ate Christmas Eve dinner together, and then on the
couch while they chatted after dinner. But she liked it. Alice and Ken
finally disappeared upstairs, where everyone assumed they were having sex. The
other girls drank themselves until Heidi and Andrea both retired to their room.
Cindy walked by Heidi's room after she cleaned up a bit and Heidi's door was a
bit ajar. Cindy looked in and saw Heidi, stark naked, in bed with one hand on
her breast and the other on her leg. Her fingers were wet. Clearly she had
been masturbating, which made Cindy smile. Heidi was blackout drunk, and
probably wouldn't remember most of the night, Cindy guessed. Heidi's computer
screen was on, and on it was the pictures Heidi had downloaded from her digital
camera. Heidi had been masturbating thinking about Cindy and her horse. For
some reason that really got Cindy off. She desperately wanted to do it again.
The worst thing that could possibly happen happened, and her parents already
knew. It hadn't gone that bad, but more importantly, the blackmail that they
had wasn't so bad anymore. They didn't know that though.
Cindy thought for a minute and then she got an idea. She opened Heidi's email
and attached several of the best pictures. Then she added every girl in the
whole sorority onto the mail, and wrote, "Hey girls, look what we were able to
get Cindy to do. She shouldn't bet with us! Meet our newest mascot, Cindy in
all her glory! Just tell her that you'll show these pictures and you can make
her have sex with horses all day. They're great blackmail material. She'll
even fuck the horse in public. Just look at these pictures. We even made the
horse cum in her while her parents were watching. She was all screaming and
cuming - what a slut! She actually likes it! In fact, I think she even said
she wished it could get her pregnant. Please pass around to everyone you know.
I don't want a day to go by without making her fuck a horse. I say we make a
solemn promise to make our sorority sister mate with a horse. Who's with me?
--Heidi"
Cindy sat back and read and re-read the email she had written and had signed
Heidi. If she sent this email there's a good chance her life as she knew it
would be over. Her fellow sorority sisters would make her fuck horses for the
rest of her tenure at the school. She'd never be able to escape it. It would
get around the whole school, and soon enough everyone she knew would know that
she was the girl who liked having sex with horses. Her whole normal life would
be over if she clicked that email. Her family would surely disown her if they
found out that she was doing it more than the one time. She'd just be put out
to pasture and horses would be brought to fuck her all day while the various
fraternity brothers watched. It was too terrible to think about.
Alternatively she could just delete the pictures off the camera and the
computer right now. She could excuse the rumours’ as nothing but slanderous
hearsay, and she might be able to live a completely normal life.
Any normal person would know exactly what to do. But she sat there paralysed
as she weighed the insane idea of sending the email. She sat there, naked,
while horse semen continued to slowly drain from her warm vagina. She sighed
as a small smile crept over her face as she quietly said out loud, "Oh God,
you're so dumb, Cindy." She looked over at the clock and the hour hand was
just touching the 12. At 12:00 on Christmas morning, Cindy sighed deeply,
reached over, grabbed the mouse and slowly clicked the send button.
THE END.
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