Stud Service
by Unknown


Part One 

 It was a crisp, bright January morning as Susie Hansen steadily pedaled her 
bicycle up the two-lane road on her way to work. Most girls her age drove to 
where they wanted to go, but Susie enjoyed experiencing the scenery at a 
pace that was unhurried. She passed many family-owned farms and never missed 
looking for the horses that some of them kept in pasture. She would much 
rather be riding a horse to work! However, even though she lived in a small 
town, machinery had managed to push horses out of service in all but the 
most die-hard of farms. Also, Susie still couldn't afford to take care of a 
horse on the wages she was making waiting tables. She just had to get a 
better job! 

As she pedaled on she dreamed of having a farm of her own where she could 
raise horses. In the same thought, Susie couldn't help thinking that her 
dream may never come to pass. Her family couldn't afford to send her to 
college, and she just couldn't accept her mother's urgings to marry this or 
that young man and settle down. Susie didn't want to "settle down" as she 
had seen so many of her high school friends do. Most of them settled for the 
first eligible bachelor to cross their path, and were busy having babies and 
not much else. Susie liked children. However, her idea of a happy marriage 
included a husband who loved horses as much as she did. 

"Someday," Susie told herself. 

As she got about two miles from her house, she regretted not using the 
bathroom before setting off for work. Looking around, she saw a large clump 
of bushes next to a small pasture that blocked the view of the road. 

Quickly pulling her bicycle out of sight, she crouched in the bushes and 
began to relieve herself. In the distance she saw a horse that she had 
missed before pulling in. The horse, however, had not missed her pulling 
into his domain. He made his way curiously over towards her and slowed down 
as he neared. Susie was a bit at a loss as to what to do when the horse 
finally made it to the fence. Susie hadn't finished urinating yet as the 
horse put its head curiously over the top rail of the fence. From her 
vantage point it was quite evident that the horse was a stallion. 

She had seen many stallions before. However, never when she was in quite so 
compromising a position. She couldn't believe she was taking a leak next to 
a stallion whose nose was just a few feet from her. The fact that she was 
urinating did not escape the stallion's notice either. It was early January, 
and the breeding season had not started yet. Steam rose from her pussy and 
the slowly growing pool of urine. Being a stallion, he inhaled deeply and 
recognized a somewhat familiar scent. As he raised his head and curled his 
upper lip up in the flehmen response, Susie couldn't believe that this 
stallion was treating her as if she might be a mare. The stallion's penis 
had already dropped a good way out of his sheath and he took another look at 
her over the fence. A low nicker came from deep in his throat as he looked 
at her. To Susie it sounded sort of like "Huh, huh. Huh, huh, huh." Susie 
imagined that in horse language it probably meant something like "Hey, baby! 
How's about you an' me...wink, wink." 

By this time the stallion was fully drawn and began slapping his penis 
against his belly. With every slap, the glans of his penis would flare up 
larger and larger. "Amazing," thought Susie. "Imagine the lucky mare that 
gets to receive that on a regular basis!" He was fully at least eighteen 
inches long and more than three inches in diameter. What was most impressive 
was the way his glans swelled up to over six inches across. At this vantage 
point, Susie could easily see his urethral process protruding about a half 
an inch from his glans, surrounded by a large channel, the "Urethral 
diverticulum", as she remembered it being called. The stallion's 
masturbation had begun to have an effect. Susie could see a bit of clear 
fluid glistening on the tip of his urethra. The stallion was getting into it 
pretty good now and every so often a small jet of fluid would squirt out of 
the tip of his cock, not quite reaching his front legs. 

Susie wished she could help him out with his masturbation and then realized 
where she was. "Oh, no!," Susie exclaimed. "I've got to get to work!" And 
with that, she quickly stood up and zipped up her pants. The stallion perked 
up his ears and gave her some more of his "Huh, huh." solicitations as she 
prepared to leave. She glanced over at him and his throbbing member and 
wished she didn't have to leave. Walking over to him, she bravely gave him a 
quick pat. As an afterthought, she reached her hand down her pants and gave 
her pussy a quick fingering. She held her hand out to the stallion and let 
him have a quick sniff. The stallion responded by giving her hand a quick 
lick followed by more anxious nickering. 

"What am I doing?," thought Susie. "I just stuck my hand under a perfectly 
strange stallion's nose! If I'm not more careful, I may be counting my 
fingers next time." As she walked towards her bicycle, Susie promised 
herself that she would have to stop by this pasture again if she felt the 
call of nature--or even if she didn't. The stallion looked back at her 
questioningly as she mounted her bicycle, his erection diminishing. 

Susie couldn't help thinking that she was getting close to her period and 
had just had a stallion tell her he knew it and wouldn't mind a roll in the 
hay with her! 

As she rode away, a man noticed someone riding away from where his stallion 
was standing. 

Paul McGregor had been self-employed and was now retired at the ripe young 
age of 31. He had lucked out in one of his business ventures. After many 
failures to invent something that would make him rich, he was beginning to 
wonder whether his dream of financial security was ever attainable. Then he 
hit upon something that seemed so obvious that no one had ever thought to 
market. "What the hell," thought Paul. "If it fails, that narrows down the 
list of things that have promise." The immediate success of his invention 
skyrocketed his bank account and gave Paul financial security and the means 
to realize his dream. After signing an licensing agreement to have a company 
manufacture his product, Paul began looking for his dream farm. 

This cold crispness in the air was beginning to burn off as Paul stepped out 
of the house. He had just finished his breakfast and wandered over to the 
stallion barn. He always fed his horses before breakfast so that they would 
have a good bit of food if he wanted to go for a morning ride. On the rare 
occasions when he pulled one of his horses from a meal, he had to deal with 
a very grumpy horse indeed. The old saying "The way to a man's heart is 
through his stomach." goes double for horses. 

His stallion's registered name was HesaKingsCommander but Paul just called 
him "King". After all, being the only stallion on his farm, "King" was quite 
fitting. As Paul neared King's paddock, he noticed a girl riding a bicycle 
furiously away from King. The look King was giving her did not escape Paul's 
notice--neither did the fact that King had his wanker swingin' in the breeze 
as he watched her leave. When the girl was out of sight, Paul gave a shrill 
whistle to the stallion. King came trotting up to him and then looked back 
towards the direction the girl had ridden off. 

"Whatcha up to big guy?" Paul asked. "I saw you waving hello to that girl by 
the fence. It's getting pretty close to breeding season isn't it? I'll bet 
you gave that girl something to think about today, didn't you?" King nuzzled 
Paul's neck and gave him a low "Huh, huh" in response. 

"OK, boy. I'll get you up on the phantom after our ride. Sasha just came 
into heat. Next month, you won't have to settle for the plastic pony!" 

Paul led King out of his paddock and clipped him to the hitching rail. 

He began his methodical currying and brushing to prepare King for a nice 
ride. King especially liked it when Paul brushed between his front legs and 
under his belly. He showed his appreciation by craning his neck way out and 
bunching his upper lip and making side-to-side grooming motions with it. 
Sometimes Paul let King groom him back. King's upper lip making sweeping 
motions all over his back while Paul groomed him. Paul didn't groom too hard 
when King was doing this. King sometimes tended to forget that he was 
dealing with tender human flesh and would sometimes give Paul a light nip. 
Of course, to Paul this felt like he had just had a chunk of flesh ripped 
from his back. So, Paul had learned King's mannerisms and they both enjoyed 
a symbiotic grooming when others weren't around. 

Paul picked out King's hooves and gave his legs a thorough going-over. 

King rarely turned up lame. Of course, when you can afford the finest 
veterinary and farrier services in the county, problems were usually 
circumvented before they had a chance to get out of control. "OK boy, let's 
get you saddled up," Paul said as he spread the saddle pad and then the 
saddle over King's back. King's withers were nice and tall so Paul had to 
bunch up lot of saddle pad over them to prevent chafing. Those tall withers 
came in handy, especially on steep hills, preventing the saddle from riding 
up on King's neck. After putting on King's bridle, Paul mounted up and began 
riding towards the road where he had seen the girl and King. 

As they approached the spot where the girl had been, King's ears pricked up 
and he became a little more interested in the bushes next to the fence. When 
they reached the spot where the girl had been King looked over at the bushes 
and tried to stop. "What's the matter, buddy?" Paul asked. 

King responded by lifting his head and giving the flehmen response. 

"Something smell funny big guy? OK, let's have a look." Paul dismounted and 
walked over to a secluded spot in one of the bushes that King seemed to want 
to get to. King stuck his nose into a large wet spot in the grass and 
continued to give the flehmen response, making loud sucking noises. 

Paul reached down and touched the moist area that King was so interested in. 
He already had some suspicions as he raised his fingers to his nose. "Well, 
well," Paul chuckled. "You were watching that girl piss as you beat off, 
weren't you?" King answered by sticking his nose back into the spot and 
acting like he was preparing to classify a fine bottle of wine. King raised 
his head again and had clear fluid dripping from both nostrils. "Analysis, 
Mr. Spock," Paul jokingly asked King. "Is she in heat?" If King's hardon was 
any indication, she most certainly was. Paul began to feel a bit conspicuous 
standing in the bushes with a stallion who was getting hornier by the minute 
as he wacked his pecker against his belly. 

Leading a reluctant King from the bushes, Paul mounted up again and 
continued on with their ride. As they rode on, Paul couldn't get the thought 
of the girl out of his mind. "Who was she?," he thought. "Does she ride by 
here often? I wonder if she likes horses. "Of course, she may have been 
scared off by that monster dick of yours," he told King. "I hope she likes 
stallions." Paul road off into the mountains and just plain enjoyed life. As 
they began to make their way back to the barn they passed by the now 
well-known bushes, King turned his head towards them and gave a low nicker. 
"Huh, huh. Huh, huh, huh." 

Susie waited her tables in a fog. She had made it to work with just minutes 
to spare. She had just gotten this job recently and didn't want to lose it. 
She kept thinking about the sight of the stallion beating off as she had the 
closest look of a flaring stallion's cock than she had ever hoped for. The 
sight of it had made her nipples crinkle in pleasure. The fact that she was 
endowed with more than an ample bosom, (42-D to be exact), made the effect 
all the more impressive. 

She thought about the size of the stallion's balls as she absentmindedly 
refilled a rough-looking customer's coffee cup. Those stud's balls were big 
enough to completely fill both her palms held together. They were as large 
as a grapefruit! 

"Hey, Honey! Are you cold or just happy to see me?," the man asked as she 
was filling his cup. 

Susie came out of her daydream and realized that she must have been thinking 
about that stallion a little too hard. Her nipples were in an obvious state 
arousal. She self-consciously moved away from the crude jerk and 
"accidentally" spilled some hot coffee on his groin. 

"Shit!," the man yelped. 

"I'm so sorry sir," Susie apologized insincerely. She hoped the guy's nuts 
were roasted for a few days. Still, she didn't want to get fired. Jobs in 
this little town were few and far between. If someone got canned, everybody 
knew about it and the supposed events that caused it. 

She wished that she could work with horses--that she could breed horses. 

She found herself thinking back to the stallion and looked at her watch. 

It was only two hours before her shift was over. She planned on seeing if 
the stallion was still near the fence on her ride home. 

As Susie approached the bushes where she had stopped that morning, she began 
getting anxious. The stallion was nowhere in sight. Just as she was about to 
ride on, she decided that she would relieve herself in the bushes. 

Perhaps if she "freshened" the scent, the stallion would decide that these 
bushes were a nice place to hang out. She quickly pulled into the bushes and 
relieved herself. 

King was just getting into enjoying his dinner when he heard a bicycle in 
the distance. He thought of going out to investigate but changed his mind as 
he polished off the last bits of his hot bran mash. He really enjoyed the 
way Paul treated him. He always seemed to find the best spots to scratch, he 
fed him well, and he got to get his rocks off on a regular basis. Yes, King 
had a wonderful life. As he began to start on his alfalfa, he heard the 
bicycle again. This time he decided to have a look outside. He ambled 
outside just in time to see The Girl riding away from the bushes that he had 
been at this morning. He pricked his ears forward and was about to trumpet a 
call to her when she rode out of sight. 

King let out a deep sigh and slowly walked back to finish his dinner. 

Susie got home and helped her mother with dinner. Her mother asked her The 
Question during dinner again. She hated it when her mother brought the 
subject up. "You don't want to grow up to be an old maid, do you?" her 
mother chided her once again. "How about that nice young man that took you 
to the prom last year? He seemed like such a nice young man. 

He even picked you up in a limousine." 

"Mother!! His father's a mortician!" Susie protested. "That 'limo' he picked 
me up in is what they use to carry dead people in!" 

"Well, you could do worse," her mother countered. "After all, he does pull a 
steady income." Susie didn't to point out to her mother that his "steady 
income" came from the fact that people were dying to the tune of an 
exorbitantly large profit. 

After dinner, Susie mindlessly washed the dishes as she looked out the 
kitchen window. The sun had almost set and created a spectacular sunset 
across the horizon. Susie's thoughts went back to the stallion. She imagined 
herself riding him bareback in the moonlight as their naked flesh pressed 
together, joined in a sweaty, erotic fusion that they experienced as one. 
They stopped in a warm, secluded meadow next to a crystal-clear babbling 
brook. As she dismounted she glanced down at his maleness which hung 
prominently between his hind legs, nicely accented by his more than ample 
testicles. She slowly inhaled his scent as he nuzzled her between her 
breasts, and gave her an affectionate lick as he made his way down towards 
her navel and beyond. He began his low nickering as he prepared to lick her 
nether regions. Her nipples crinkled in sensual anticipation... 

"Susie!" What are you looking at?" her mother asked. 

"Oh, nothing mother, just enjoying the sunset." Susie finished with the 
dishes and finished stacking them neatly in the cupboard. "I'm going to my 
room and read a novel," Susie said as she headed for her room. 

Susie's mother absently watched T.V. in the living room where she sat with 
Susie's father. Without responding, she stared blankly, watching another 
rerun that they had seen many times before. Susie took in the scene and 
hoped that she could avoid the mindless ritual that her parents had gotten 
into. She quietly walked to her room and opened her novel. 

Susie woke with a start, she had been dreaming about the stallion and their 
ride in the moonlit meadow. Her panties were absolutely soaked, and she was 
as horny as the proverbial two-peckered goat. She began to rub her clit to 
find some relief when she thought, "Why not? Everybody's asleep, and won't 
notice me leaving." With that, she quickly bundled up in some warm clothes 
and quietly made her way out to her bicycle. She couldn't believe she was 
actually riding at night to visit a stallion; a stallion that she hadn't 
known of before today. She almost turned back before she realized that if 
she chickened out now, she may never get the courage or the opportunity to 
try this again. She resolutely pedaled on, the bushes, her bushes, were 
beckoning. 

As she approached, she could just make out the form of a horse in the 
paddock. His shiny Palomino coat was easy to make out in the half-light of 
the moon. 

She slowed her approach and silently parked her bike in the bushes away from 
the narrow road. The stallion of course didn't overlook the fact that 
someone had just stopped in the bushes where The Girl had been. He made his 
way cautiously towards the person when he caught a familiar scent on the 
breeze. It was the girl--the mysterious mare! King let out a low nicker as 
he approached closer. 

Susie saw the stallion and thought she saw recognition in his eyes as he 
nickered to her. "Hello, boy! It's nice to see you again." King craned his 
neck over the top fence rail as he nickered to her again. Susie didn't think 
as she reached over and petted King that she was in any danger. He seemed 
like such a mellow horse--for a stallion. Susie decided that now would be a 
good time to relieve herself. After all, it had stimulated the stallion 
before. As she began relieving herself, King tried to crane his neck closer 
to her, sniffing loudly. The top rail prevented him from getting closer to 
her. 

Just as Susie had really started flowing, King backed away a bit from the 
fence and then stuck his head between the middle and top fence rails. 

Ah! Now he had access to this mysterious mare! Susie didn't see what King 
was up to until he stuck his muzzle right into her urine stream. 

Susie almost fell over as she yelped and clamped off her flow. 

King was in heaven! This new mare had just pissed her scent right on his 
muzzle! She must certainly be in heat! King was flehmening and making loud 
sniffing sounds as he analyzed Susie's scent. Yes! She most definitely was 
in heat! thought King. His cock was well on its way to becoming a ragingly 
serious hardon. He began belly slapping with his cock just as Susie was 
regaining her composure. 

She backed off a ways and decided it was safe for her to finish pissing. 
King continued to belly slap and then turned to her and nickered again. 

"You sure are horny, aren't you boy? When's the last time you had a mare?" 
With that, Susie said to herself "What the hell, you only live once." She 
quickly pulled up her pants and approached the lustful stallion. King pulled 
his neck out from between the rails and craned his head back over the top 
rail. 

"Easy, boy," Susie said as she cautiously approached the horny stud. 

"Do you want me to help you with that big boner of yours?" To herself, Susie 
wondered just how exactly she proposed to "help him out" with something the 
size of a Louisville Slugger. As she patted him on the forehead, King 
nuzzled her shoulder the way he nuzzled Paul. "You seem gentle enough boy. 
Promise you'll be good?" To that Susie got another nicker and a nuzzle on 
the cheek. Susie looked underneath the stud and just began to realize the 
enormity of what she proposed to do. There was no way she could ever get the 
flared head of that monster inside any of her orifices. 

It wasn't flared right now, but Susie wasn't about to kid herself. As soon 
as the stallion started getting really excited, his glans would flare up to 
the size she had witnessed that morning. Something like that would split her 
in two. If she tried to deep-throat him, he would surely dislocate her jaw. 

Susie decided to take the cautious approach. She took off her sweater and 
hung it on one of the branches behind her. She reached through the fence and 
patted the stallion's belly. King obliged her by moving closer to the fence. 
She took a tentative rub against his glans with her right hand. King 
rewarded her with a slap of his cock against his belly and a small squirt of 
clear fluid. Susie was getting bolder now. She reached out and grabbed the 
head of his cock and didn't let go. King gave a few short humps and quite a 
bit more pre-cum squirted out. At first Susie thought he had ejaculated. But 
as she looked at her hand in the pale moonlight, she could see that the 
fluid was still clear. Susie knew that stallions ejaculated in fractions. 
The first being a clear, thin fluid that helped neutralize any urine that 
was in the urethra. The second fraction should be the whitish, watery 
sperm-rich fraction. The last fraction would be the thick, clear 
gel-fraction that some people say acts as a plug to prevent the semen from 
being discharged from the mare. So, Susie kept her eye out for any evidence 
of this. 

King was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to get on with what she 
had started. He nickered to her and gave his belly another slap with his 
cock. "You're a horny one, aren't you boy?" Susie said happily to King. She 
sniffed her fingers. It didn't smell like much. "Oh, why not?" she thought 
as she extended her tongue and experimentally licked a little bit of the 
pre-cum off of her fingers. Slightly salty, pleasant actually, she decided. 
She began wondering what stallion cum would taste like. 

King had begun to get restless with her momentary lapse of attention. 

However, as she grasped his glans again, he returned to spurting small jets 
of pre-cum onto her hands. Susie switched hand positions so that King's 
glans was in her left hand and she grasped the shaft of his penis right 
behind the ring. King responded by even more vigorous thrusting than before. 
Susie's hands were riding his cock like a professional bronc rider. King was 
making steady pumping motions and low groans as she gripped his glans 
tightly and lightly rotated it like a living doorknob. 

With every thrust, she would jack his shaft just behind the ring, attempting 
to imitate what she thought a mare would feel like to him. This went on for 
about a minute when all of a sudden King's thrusting got more pronounced and 
sporadic. His glans was flared up to maximum when all of a sudden King let 
out a loud grunt, dropped his head and started flagging his tail up and 
down. Susie's efforts were rewarded with jet after jet of creamy-white cum. 
Some of it shot on the fence rail and splashed on the ground beyond, however 
most of it was blocked by her fingers as it ran down her left arm and 
dripped from her elbow. 

After about seven strong jets of cum followed by three or four smaller ones, 
King's head was dropped nearly to the grass in his paddock. He was spent and 
his penis almost immediately began to retract back into its sheath. Susie 
didn't want to miss her chance. She quickly pulled King's glans towards her 
waiting mouth and gave it a long lick. Cum dribbled out of the tip onto her 
waiting tongue. "Marvelous!" she thought as King's penis finished its 
retraction out of sight. She looked at her left arm and realized that it was 
covered in stallion cum. She hadn't the forethought to bring anything for 
cleanup, so without any hesitation she began licking her arm clean. This was 
a trip she was sure to remember for the rest of her life. Of course, she 
planned on having many other visits to "help out" her stud. 

She was half way home when she realized that the stallion's penis had been 
incredibly clean. Most stallions and geldings she had seen always had 
blackish crusty flakes of smegma that needed periodic washing off. His owner 
must be a real stickler for health, she thought. I've just got to meet him. 
She hoped the owner was a him... 

Paul had tried to sleep but just couldn't get the thought of the mysterious 
girl urinating in front of horny ol' King. His hardon demanded attention and 
he knew just the cure for that! 

Paul quickly threw on a warm robe and made his way out to the heated barn. 
"Money has its uses," Paul thought with a smile. Sasha was his bay mare, and 
she had just come into heat. She greeted him happily with a nicker and a 
light nuzzle on the cheek. The other mares looked out at him and nickered 
their greetings to him. "OK, OK," Paul said as he reached into his robe 
pocket and gave each one of them a carrot stick and scratched them in turn. 
Paul liked to buy the "baby carrots" because they were the perfect size for 
his robe pockets. The contented sounds of horses chewing filled the barn. 

As the mares munched away contentedly, Paul opened Sasha's stall door and 
gave her a nice scratching along the sides of her withers. She craned her 
neck and made ecstatic goofy faces with her upper lip. He moved in closer 
and embraced her around the neck as he scratched along the side of her neck 
just beneath her mane. He was rewarded with a crushing "pony hug" as she 
tried to groom his back. Paul stepped away from her after a bit and looked 
deeply into her eyes. Nothing there except love and devotion. The same 
feelings Paul had for all of his horses. He embraced her head and stroked 
the side of her neck for a while. Sasha let out a long, contented sigh and 
nuzzled Paul's cheek. Paul kissed her affectionately on the side of her 
muzzle and gave her an exploratory lick. Sasha leaned into him and licked 
back. Her breath smelled of carrots and tasted like carrots mixed with the 
slight tanginess of alfalfa. Paul began to French-kiss her deeply. 

After a few minutes, Sasha was practically purring as she enjoyed Paul's 
affections. Paul removed his robe and draped it over the stall door. Sasha 
looked at him knowingly and walked over to him. She sniffed his quite ready 
manhood and gave it a small nuzzle. Paul stroked her neck and Sasha dropped 
her head expectantly. Paul placed his penis along the side of her 
well-lubricated lips and they parted effortlessly. The warm embrace of her 
mouth was pure ecstasy. Sasha began a slow rhythmic tonguing of Paul's penis 
as she drove him closer to his limit. Paul was buried to the hilt and making 
ragged breathing sounds. Sasha felt Paul's penis begin to really stiffen up 
and redoubled her efforts. She knew that this meant that she was going to 
get to taste one of Paul's special treats. 

Paul came explosively while Sasha kept up her relentless tonguing, 
swallowing every spurt of cum that Paul could supply. Finally, Paul's member 
began to subside. Sasha really enjoyed giving head! 

Paul loved Sasha very much and had a very full sex life with all of his 
horses. He walked around to her hindquarters and scratched her gently along 
her rump. Sasha responded by raising her tail off to the left side. 

Paul looked at her vulva with eager anticipation. She was in raging heat. 

Small dribbles of semi-thick clear fluid dripped from her vulva. Paul wet 
his middle finger in his mouth and ran it along the length of her vulva. 

He was rewarded by Sasha raising her tail until it curled almost on top of 
her backbone. Paul leaned over and gave her vulva a teasing lick. She 
responded by raising her tail even higher and "winking" her clitoris outward 
a few times. Paul never ceased to be amazed at how mares were able to 
actually make their clitorises protrude outward and then disappear back into 
hiding. Truly remarkable! 

Paul continued tonguing Sasha's clit and inside her vagina as she kept up 
her rhythmic winking. "You sure are hot tonight!" Paul thought as he drank 
deeply of her offerings. She was exceedingly horny and wanted to lean hard 
into Paul's face for more penetration. Paul imagined that if it were within 
Sasha's capabilities, she would have Paul's entire head inside her pussy. 
She had learned though that if she backed up too far, Paul would stop what 
he was doing and make her take a few steps forward. She didn't realize that 
in her efforts to get Paul's magic tongue further within her vagina, she had 
once pinned his head against the stall's wall. 

Of course, Paul enjoyed a willing sex partner as much as the next guy. 

However, there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm where fragile humans 
are concerned. 

Paul stopped his tonguing to walk into the tack room and came back with a 
milk crate. Sasha knew that this meant even greater enjoyment. Her tail was 
curled up against her back as Paul set the milk crate behind her. 

Her vulva was really dripping her natural lubrication now. Paul stood on the 
milk crate and positioned himself behind her waiting vulva. Sasha looked 
back over her shoulder at him expectantly. Paul reached down and smeared 
some of her love juice around with head of his penis as he prepared to enter 
her. As he slowly inserted himself into her, she responded by contracting 
her pussy walls against his penis and leaning back into him. 

Paul felt his penis rub against her pelvic arch as he pressed deeper. When 
all of Paul's penis was buried deeply within her, he began a slow, rhythmic 
pumping. Sasha ears were flicking back and forth and she paused every once 
in a while to look over her shoulder at Paul. Every second or third stroke 
Paul was rewarded by Sasha tensing up her vaginal walls giving him an 
extra-tight fit. 

Paul kept up his pumping while scratching Sasha's back. This double- dose of 
attention began to have a marked effect on Sasha. She began to moan softly 
every ten or so seconds. "Unh, unh." Her small moans were punctuated by 
Paul's balls slapping against her periodically protruding clitoris. Sasha's 
moans were beginning to get louder and closer together. 

Each moan was accompanied by a cock-crunching spasm that began to send Paul 
into a pumping frenzy. Sasha's orgasms were getting closer and quite strong 
now as Paul approached his limit. With a few final spasmodic thrusts, Paul 
buried himself to the hilt as he came deep within Sasha. He bent over, 
spent, and rested his sweating cheek along her back as he hugged and kissed 
her. All the while giving her scratches along the sides of her withers. 
Sasha craned her head back and gave Paul a loving nuzzle on his cheek and 
forehead and Paul responded with several kisses along her muzzle and cheek. 

After about five minutes, Paul slowly removed his spent cock from Sasha and 
stepped off the milk crate. Sasha turned around and gave him another nuzzle. 
Paul leaned into her and hugged her long and hard. Sasha returned his 
affection by giving him another bone-crushing pony hug. As Paul stepped away 
from her, she gave his penis a nuzzle, trying to coax it back to attention. 
"Sorry, Sash, the soldier's all marched out for a while yet. "However," he 
said as he reached for his robe, "here's a carrot that you can chew on for 
now." Sasha took the baby carrot from Paul and crunched it happily. 

Paul finished petting the other mares and gave them some more carrots as he 
prepared to say good night to them. "Don't worry girls, I haven't forgotten 
you. Between King and I we'll keep all of you satisfied." And with that he 
turned down the lights and began walking back towards the house. 

On his way back, he decided to say hello to King. As he was walking towards 
King's paddock he thought he saw a bicycle leaving the place were King had 
watched the girl take a piss. He could just make out King's Palomino coat in 
the dwindling moonlight. King was peering over the railing into the 
distance. Paul gave out his shrill whistle and King came trotting up. 

"How are you, Big Guy?" Paul asked as he fed King a carrot. Usually King 
reacted when he could smell a mare's scent on his hands. This time King just 
showed a casual interest as he munched the carrot. Paul reached underneath 
King's belly to give him a scratch when he felt something slick. 

Lifting his hand to his face he smelled the distinct, light odor of stallion 
cum. "That's funny, King almost never beats off to ejaculation this time of 
year." Paul's curiosity was really piqued now. He ducked between the paddock 
railings and marched his way towards the bushes. When he reached the place 
where he had seen King standing he reached into his robe pocket and pulled 
out a Mini Maglight. He searched for a while and came upon a trail of 
stallion cum which had shot across the center rail of the fence. "Curioser 
and Curioser," Paul thought. "Now how did you manage that, King?" Paul asked 
as he surveyed the area. "Have you been humping the fence?" 

Just then the Maglight's beam fell upon a rather large pool of cum just on 
the other side of the fence line. Now Paul had witnessed King ejaculating 
full-force before and couldn't understand why the horse load hadn't landed 
further beyond. That's when the Maglight beam came across the pool of fresh 
urine. Paul stepped between the fence railings and dipped a finger into the 
urine pool to make sure he wasn't imagining things. A quick sniff told Paul 
that he was definitely smelling urine. He had seen a bicycle riding off from 
the paddock. "Well, well," Paul said. 

"It looks like I may just have found a use for that Army surplus night- 
vision scope I bought a while back." He was sure that it wouldn't be long 
before he got his money's worth out of that investment. 

Paul climbed back through the fence and let King sniff his fingers before he 
began his walk back to the house. King looked back towards where he had last 
seen The Girl riding off into the moonset. He let out a long, loud 
trumpeting call in that direction before he turned and trotted back up to 
Paul on his way towards the house. 

"Don't worry, King. Mares like that don't come around in the middle of the 
night expecting a one-night-stand. She'll be back soon. And when she does, 
perhaps she would be interested in a little more permanent 'stud services'." 

King nuzzled Paul's neck as Paul turned to give him a big hug. King's "pony 
hugs" were closer to bear hugs as Paul laughed, gasping, and scratched 
King's neck. As Paul climbed through the fence on his way back to the house, 
he gave King one last carrot. King accepted it regally and munched it as he 
watched Paul enter the house. King trotted back to the bushes with his head 
and tail held high, then stuck his head between the railings. 

He inhaled deeply and began his flehmen response. His cock slowly lolled out 
and he began his belly slapping once again. 

Come back mystery mare, he thought. (Part Two) 

"Morning King," Paul McGregor said as he patted the well-muscled Palomino 
stud on the neck. "I trust you slept well?" King regarded Paul with innocent 
eyes as he nuzzled him on the cheek. Paul was referring to King's little 
tryst with the mysterious girl that had enjoyed a little bit of 
extracurricular activities with King the night before. Paul had seen her 
just as she rode her bicycle away from the bushes next to King's paddock. 
The fact that the girl had managed to get King to blow his load with just 
her hands was no mean feat. Paul normally used an artificial vagina and a 
phantom mare when he needed to collect King. However, on many occasions, 
King was allowed to breed mares live-cover. Paul had tried the bare-handed 
method with King with moderate success. With the A.V., King would eagerly 
mount the phantom and ejaculate without a hitch. 

If Paul could perfect the plastic bag method, he could save himself a lot of 
effort during the warmer breeding days. Not to mention allowing King to get 
his rocks off a bit more frequently. It was still quite cold in the early 
January mornings, and Paul looked forward to being able to work in his shirt 
sleeves in a few months. 

Paul went over to the feed room and grabbed a medium flake of alfalfa for 
King. As King was munching away happily, Paul took the time to check over 
King's legs and general appearance. King was a perfect specimen of health. 
His fuzzy winter coat gave him the appearance of a small draft horse. Of 
course, for a Quarter Horse stallion, King was large. Standing at just under 
16 hands high, and with his excellent conformation, King presented the kind 
of picture that people were clamoring to breed their mares to. Since this 
was King's first year standing at stud, Paul decided to limit his book to 
something easily manageable. 

Paul made his way to the mare barn and looked in on his three mares. 

They were currently being kept indoors for the nights as they were being 
kept under lights. Paul wasn't too keen on messing with the horses normal 
breeding cycles. However, if a mare's stall was kept illuminated until late 
night, her system could be tricked into believing it was spring. 

Thus, the mares would shed their winter coats and begin cycling back into 
heat. Artificial springtime! The fact that most horses were deemed to be one 
year old on January 1st made this practice all the more common and forced 
Paul to adopt the light stalls. 

Giving each mare a flake of hay, Paul opened their back doors to allow them 
access to the large paddock behind the barn. He performed his normal ritual 
of checking legs, general appearances and cleaned out the few stray bits of 
hay that always end up in the waterers. When he was satisfied that 
everything was the way it should be, he wandered back to the house. 

Paul had recently hired a couple of hands to help with the chores around the 
ranch and could breath a little easier. He had been getting a little 
stir-crazy with his solitary life. He had never imagined that his 
realization of his dream ranch could be lacking anything. Paul loved his 
horses very much, but as the days wore on, Paul yearned for some human 
interaction. He found himself thinking back to the girl he had glimpsed 
riding away from King's paddock late last night. Paul knew beyond a shadow 
of a doubt that she liked horses. Liked horses? She loved horses! If only he 
knew who she was! At about that time, the work crew pulled up and got out of 
their car. 

"Hi, Mr. McGregor!" one of the young men said. 

"Morning guys. It's a great morning! I'm going to run into town and stop in 
at the diner for some breakfast. Do you think you can manage without me?" 
Paul asked jokingly. 

"No problem sir," they said, and gave a mock salute. "We should have all of 
the stalls and walks in ship shape by the time you get back." 

"Great! You can reach me by my beeper if you need me," Paul said as he 
prepared to leave. "Oh, there's some fresh coffee in the lab." With that, 
Paul drove into town in search of a good country breakfast. 

Paul hadn't had much of a chance to get into town lately. He had just 
finished overseeing the construction of the breeding and boarding barns late 
last month. He had lucked out that the rainy season cooperated and allowed 
the construction to be completed before the breeding season. Paul still had 
some butterflies about his first season. However, he was qualified. He had 
taken some equine breeding and management courses and even managed to work 
at a horse ranch before he acquired his fortune. Paul had slowly worked 
himself through the ranks. First he mucked stalls. Then he was graduated to 
feeding. As the managers began to trust his judgment more, he eventually 
made his way as part of the breeding crew. Paul was at home there. 

Paul was a tinkerer and had used his spare time after work trying to invent 
something that would make him financially secure. It was just blind luck, 
but eventually he hit upon something that would actually sell. 

Almost overnight Paul was wealthy and able to do whatever he wanted with his 
life. It happened so quickly that Paul still woke up sometimes thinking that 
it was a dream. Paul shook the fog out of his head as he pulled up to the 
diner. 

"Mornin', sir. How many today?" The waitress asked as he stepped into the 
diner. 

"One, please," Paul admitted grudgingly. "She's kinda cute," Paul thought to 
himself as he followed her to a small table. 

"My name is Susie and I'll be your waitress for today. Would you care for 
any coffee while you check over the menu?" 

"Yes, please." As the waitress poured his coffee, Paul noticed a small 
locket on her necklace. "Do you like horse?" he asked. 

She gave a little start. "Why, yes... Why do you ask?" 

"Oh, I was just admiring the small horse on your necklace," Paul answered 
truthfully. "I just finished building my last barn a few weeks ago. I own 
the new ranch a few miles out of town by the foothills." 

Susie gave a start and almost spilled the coffee she was pouring. 

"Oh, yes. 

I've seen it on my way to and from work. I was wondering who ran the place. 
It's gorgeous!" 

"Why, thank you," Paul said a little bashfully. "By the way, my name's Paul 
McGregor. I've been fighting the weather to get the barns finished before 
breeding season starts. The paint still looks wet on the breeding barn." 

Susie's senses were reeling. This was the owner of the ranch that had the 
stallion she'd secretly visited the night before. "Act cool. He doesn't know 
you from Eve," she thought. "Nice to meet you, Paul. I haven't seen you 
around town before. Are you from around here?" Susie asked automatically. 

"Well, I grew up about fifty miles from here. I liked the area here and 
decided to put up shop. If you'd like, I can show you around the place 
sometime." 

Susie was at a loss for words. Well, she'd wanted to meet the owner and now 
here he was confronting her. It was too much to comprehend at the moment. 
"Would you care to order now, or would you like some more time to look over 
the menu?" she asked slightly flustered. 

"Oh, I still need a little more time to decide." 

"What are you doing, Paul?" he thought. "That looked like all the world like 
you were coming onto her. Too much isolation has dulled your social skills." 

When Susie came back, she tried not to look nervous. "Be calm," she told 
herself. 

"Well, Mr. McGregor, what'll you have this morning?" 

"I'll have the biscuits and gravy... With English muffins and O.J., Paul 
answered. "Oh, and I'd also like some milk." 

Paul ate his breakfast in relative silence. Susie dutifully refilled his 
coffee cup when it got low. As Paul was just finishing and preparing to 
leave, Susie came up to him. 

"Mr. McGregor, if the offer's still open, I'd love to stop by and see your 
ranch sometime." 

Now it was Paul's turn to be caught off guard. "Oh, well, uh... 

Great! I'm there practically all the time. Just give me a call to let me 
know when a good time for you would be." 

"Well, I normally work the breakfast shift. I'm off tomorrow. If it's not 
too inconvenient, can I stop by then, say, around 7 A.M.?" 

"Well, that's right after feeding time. Sure, why not. As a matter of fact, 
If you can make it a little earlier, you can help feed." 

Susie slept fitfully throughout the night. She had another dream about her 
riding Paul McGregor's stallion nude in the moonlit meadow. By the time 
morning rolled around, she was wound up like a coiled spring. As she tried 
to unwind in the shower, she realized that she was extremely horny. As she 
soaped herself, she made lazy circles around her nipples and began to rub 
her clit in the steamy shower. She cut her activities short when she 
realized that she had to meet Paul in time to feed. She wanted to make a 
good impression on him. 

As she pedaled her way down the road, she kept telling herself, "This is not 
a dream. It's actually happening." 

She pulled up to the drive leading to the large ranch house. Looking around, 
she caught sight of the stallion from a couple of nights ago that she knew 
all too well. He had spotted her as she pulled into the drive and trumpeted 
a call of recognition to her. The door to the house opened up and Paul 
stepped out. 

"Morning, Susie." 

"Good morning, Mr. McGregor. Quite the watchdog you've got there." 

"Oh, King. Yes, he's top dog on this ranch. He's got it pretty easy right 
now, but pretty soon he's gonna have his hands full," Paul said half 
jokingly. Susie looked at King sideways and gave him a very knowing smile. 

"Well, let's get the horses fed. Then I'll show you around the place." 

They started feeding at the mare barn and Paul introduced Susie to his three 
mares. "This bay mare here is Sasha," Paul said as he checked over her legs 
and body. Sasha stopped her chewing and gave Paul a loving nuzzle on the 
cheek. 

"She's so slick and shiny," Susie said. "Do you keep her blanketed at 
night?" 

"No. 

The barn is heated. These mares are under lights. The extra light at night 
tricks them into thinking that it's spring. They shed their coats and begin 
cycling earlier than in the wild." 

"Oh, yes. I've heard about that," Susie replied. 

"You're familiar with equine reproduction?" Paul asked with genuine 
curiosity. 

"Well, most of the stuff I've learned from reading books in the library. But 
I have seen a few breedings in the past." 

"That's interesting," Paul said as he closed Sasha's stall door. 

"Let's have a look at King." 

Paul led King out of his stall and petted him on the side of the neck. 

"Say hello to Susie, King. He's real gentle, Susie. Come up and pet him." 

Susie thought to herself, "Oh yeah, I know exactly how gentle he is," and 
presented her hand to King to sniff. 

King's ears were pricked forward in recognition. This is the mystery mare! 
King thought. Is Paul presenting her to me? King gave Susie a nicker of 
recognition. When no restraint was forthcoming from Paul, he took a step 
forward and nickered more insistently. 

Paul made King take a step back. "Pet him here on the neck. He likes being 
scratched underneath his mane." 

Susie scratched King while he made goofy faces and curled his lip out. 

He was blissfully enjoying the scratching and craning his neck out when 
Susie stopped scratching. King's head dropped down and rested on Susie's 
shoulder. He took the opportunity to take a deep sniff of her. "Heeee, huh, 
huh, huh," King let out lowly, certain that this was a mare being teased to 
him. 

"Easy, King!" Paul said as Susie retreated a few steps back. "He's been 
getting pretty excited lately. It's close to breeding time and he wants to 
breed. Unfortunately, it's too early in the season to breed any of the 
mares. We can't have them foaling in December! I'd better put him away and 
let him eat his breakfast." 

Paul left King to start in on his hay while they made their way to the 
breeding barn. "I'm sorry if it still smells a bit in here," Paul said. 

The paint takes a little longer to dry in this damp weather." 

"Oh, that's OK, everything looks so new and fresh!" 

"Well, that's soon gonna change," Paul said. "I have some mares coming in 
next month to be bred to King. I'm hoping to get things running fairly 
smoothly before then. As a matter of fact, I need to collect King today and 
check out his fertility." 

"You're going to do that all by yourself?" Susie asked incredulously. 

"Well, yeah. I suppose. I was going to ask one of the guys I have cleaning 
stalls help me. But, they seem kind of uneasy around King. I know King 
pretty well. It shouldn't be any big problem." 

"Mr. McGregor. If you don't mind me offering, I'd like to help out with the 
collection. If that's OK with you, that is." 

Paul thought about it for a while and then asked, "You say you've worked 
with horses before? You aren't afraid of having some lustful stallion trying 
to run the show?" 

"I'm very comfortable around horses," Susie said truthfully. "With you 
telling me what King responds to, I'm sure I can help out." 

"Great! Then we'll get to it after he's finished his breakfast. 

Speaking of which. I haven't had mine. Would you care to join me?" 

"I'd be delighted, Mr. McGregor," Susie said a bit too quickly. 

"Fine. And please, call me Paul." 

About that time, the two guys pulled up to clean stalls. "Morning, Mr. 
McGregor," they said almost in unison. 

Their eyes glancing from Susie to Paul and back. 

"Morning guys. This is Susie. I've been showing her around the farm this 
morning and we're just getting ready to have some breakfast. There's coffee 
brewing if you want it. You know where it is." 

The two of them muttered their greetings and then watched as Paul and Susie 
made their way to the truck. "Right on, Paul!" one of them said sotto-voce. 

When they got back from breakfast, Susie was in very high spirits. 

She couldn't believe that Paul loved horses so much. How she would love to 
work on a farm like this, breeding horses and raising foals. And of course, 
loving the horses. 

Paul showed Susie the lab and proceeded to explain the assembly of the A.V. 
as he worked on it. "The temperature needs to be between 44 and 48 degrees 
Celsius for an optimum collection. This little filtering screen will 
separate the gel-fraction from the sperm-rich fraction during collection. 
The gel isn't necessary for fertilization and only makes the sample 
difficult to handle." 

"Yes, I've read about that." Susie knew from her escapade a few nights 
before just how difficult stallion gel could be. Why, the stuff was worse 
than egg white on a linoleum floor. 

"OK, let's get Sasha up here while the A.V. stabilizes temperature. 

I'll lead King in after you at a respectable distance." 

Susie led Sasha up to the breeding barn and tied her to the breeding stocks. 
As Paul entered the barn, King spotted Sasha and gave her a loud trumpet 
call, eying her sideways as Paul led him into the corner to be washed. Sasha 
spread her legs wide and released a torrent of urine as she prepared to be 
bred. "Have you ever washed a stallion before?" Paul asked. 

"No. But just tell me what to do and I'll do my best." Susie replied as she 
eyed King's rapidly growing erection. 

"OK, King's pretty clean right now. I just washed him a couple of days ago, 
so we'll just use water. Take a wad of that damp cotton from the wash bucket 
and swab his penis down. Start at the tip and work your way along the shaft 
to the base. If you go the other way, you'll just drag dirty smegma forward 
onto the glans." 

Susie began dutifully swabbing King's penis with the cotton. King responded 
predictably by humping his hindquarters and rewarding Susie with copious 
squirts of pre-cum and a plenty of tail-flagging. 

"Now take the tip of your little finger and run it inside his urethral 
diverticulm. I know he doesn't have any stallion beans, but it's good to 
check anyway. Good, now squeeze a fresh piece of cotton out and pat his 
glans and shaft dry. Great. Now, I want you to take King's shank firmly and 
lead him to the phantom straight on," Paul said as he handed Susie King's 
lead rope. "If he gets too far forward on the phantom, give him a little 
pressure on the shank to get his attention." 

Paul hefted the A.V. and gave Susie the go-ahead to lead King to the 
phantom. Aw, fuck! thought King. I wanna mount Sasha! Oh well, the plastic 
pony's almost as good. 

King hopped up on the phantom and began thrusting in earnest. Paul reached 
over the top of his penis and guided it into the A.V. King hunched up his 
hindquarters and redoubled his efforts. 

Susie had King on a firm lead as she listened to him pump into the A.V. His 
grunts and groans near her left ear did not go unnoticed. Susie found 
herself getting very turned on as she felt her nipples crinkle. Here in her 
control was one of the most powerful and sexually oriented animals on the 
planet. An animal who's primary and driving function was to breed mares 
several times a day for months on end. She snapped back to the job at hand 
when King let out a loud, long groan and started dropping his nose down onto 
the phantom. Paul lowered the end of the A.V. so that the semen would run 
into the collection bottle, King's tail flagging up and down as he dutifully 
made his deposit. 

When King had finished ejaculating, Paul quickly hung the A.V. on a hook 
with the collection bottle downward and swabbed King's diminishing penis off 
with cotton. King slowly slid off the phantom, slightly glassy- eyed. "Let's 
tie King outside and take a look at the semen under the microscope," Paul 
said. 

"Well, he's sure fertile," Paul pronounced. "His concentration and motility 
are way up. Pretty good for so early in the season. I'll just run the sample 
through the densimeter to get an accurate sperm count." 

After running the densimeter, Paul stated, "This sample is so high in 
concentration that he could easily breed ten or fifteen mares off of that 
single collection! That King's one fertile boy," Paul stated proudly. 

Susie and Paul led Sasha and King back to their respective paddocks. 

Sasha dribbling urine as she attempted to interest King into what she so 
desperately wanted. King knew better than to act up when he was being led 
away from the breeding barn. He acted the perfect gentleman as Paul led him 
back to his paddock. 

After Sasha was put away, Paul asked, deadpan, "So, what do you think? Could 
you work in a place like this?" 

Susie was taken aback. Did he just offer me a job? We just met! she thought 
as several conflicting replies went through her head. 

"When do I start," Susie replied almost too quickly. 

Paul offered Susie almost twice what she was earning at the diner to start, 
he also offered her a very comprehensive benefits plan. Of course, one 
benefit wasn't mentioned... It was almost too good to be true. She gave her 
job at the diner her two weeks notice and told her family about her good 
fortune. 

"I don't know dear," her mother protested. "You just got your job at the 
diner a few months ago." 

"I know, mom. But this is what I've always wanted to do. I can get a job at 
a diner anytime. Opportunities like this don't grow on trees. 

His farm is brand new. It's not likely that he'll be closing his doors 
anytime soon." 

"I suppose you know what you want," her mother said resignedly. "As long as 
you're happy, I guess that's what really counts." 

Later on that night, Susie decided to make her way to Paul's farm and pay 
King another visit. What was it that Paul had said? "King could easily breed 
ten or fifteen mares off of that single collection." Surely he's got plenty 
of steam left after this morning. 

Susie pedaled her way towards Paul's farm in the pale moonlight. Its 
quarter-light gave the crisp night air a sort of surreal feel to it. She 
could see King's paddock coming up in the distance. 

The day's proceedings left Paul with several thoughts on his mind. He now 
had a competent person who wasn't afraid of stallions to help him during the 
breeding season. As an added bonus, she was actually quite pretty, with a 
figure to match. Thinking about her holding King with him happily thrusting 
into the A.V. left Paul extremely horny. Also, Sasha hadn't been satisfied 
after her morning services either. 

Paul threw on his robe and made his way out to the mare barn. He saw King 
standing next to the fence and walked over to him. "Hello, big guy! How was 
your day? How'd you like being handled by Susie today. She's a looker, isn't 
she?" To this King stared at Paul and then began to nuzzle his cheek and 
chin. Paul reached up to King's neck and gave him a strong scratching along 
the side of his neck and withers. Patting him one last time, Paul gave King 
a baby carrot from his robe pocket and made his way to the mare barn. 

As he entered the barn, he was welcomed by the warmth of the heated barn and 
the smell of freshly-bedded stalls. There was also the musky scent of horses 
in the air. Sasha poked her head out of her stall and nickered a greeting to 
him. "Hello, girl. 

Did you miss me?" Paul said as he rubbed her on the forehead. Almost 
immediately, the other two mares heads appeared at their stall doors and 
beckoned Paul to them. Paul gave Sasha a carrot and then went to greet the 
other two mares. "Hi, Belle! Hi, Mandy! Are you two happy to see me? Oh, you 
know I've got some carrots for you, don't you?" Belle and Mandy nuzzled Paul 
in turns as they vied for his attention. After a thorough scratching for 
both of them, he gave them each a carrot and returned to Sasha. 

Paul entered her stall and Sasha snuffled his pockets looking for another 
carrot. Paul didn't really like to encourage his horses to try and pick his 
pockets, but he let Sasha get away with it this time. Sasha was munching 
away on her carrot as Paul hugged, scratched and kissed her in all her 
favorite spots. When Paul began scratching her on her stomach, she stopped 
chewing and craned her neck in ecstasy. Paul kept his scratching up for a 
few minutes and then went to the tack room for the milk crate. 

Sasha had finished her carrot and looked at Paul questioningly. He embraced 
her neck and she returned her affection by giving him a long, hard pony hug. 
Paul kissed her along the cheek and then kissed her along the side of her 
muzzle. Sasha nuzzled Paul and then licked him on the cheek and chin. 

They began to French-kiss deeply. 

Susie arrived at King's paddock and looked around for him. He was nowhere to 
be seen. She hid her bike in the bushes by the road and cautiously made her 
way up the drive. When she reached King's stall, she saw King in the corner 
of his paddock nearest the mare barn. King gave her a nicker of recognition 
and approached her. Susie reached up to pet King when she heard a sound from 
the mare barn. 

"Oh, no!" She hadn't thought that anyone would be out at this hour. 

She hid in the shadows and listened. When no one was forthcoming, she 
quietly made her way towards the mare barn and approached it from the side 
opposite Paul's house. She stopped behind one of the runs that led into the 
large paddock and listened. Yes, the sounds were definitely coming from 
inside this one. She put her ear to the wall and listened. From within she 
could make out the distinct sounds of lovemaking. She could hear long groans 
punctuated by rhythmic slapping sounds. These were drowned out by louder 
sounds of "Uhn, uhn." Then back to the slapping sounds. The slapping 
increased in pace for about a minute when finally the slapping ceased in a 
duet of groaning. Whoever was inside sure was having a great time. Susie 
found herself extremely envious, horny, and in need of some release. 
Hopefully, the two lovebirds would finish up in there and go home, Susie 
thought. 

Shortly thereafter, the door to the barn opened and a man emerged. 

>From the shadows, Susie could make out Paul's face framed in the light of 
the doorway. She found herself feeling deeply jealous. Paul had a 
girlfriend! And he had just boffed her in the barn! 

"Good night, girls," Paul said as he closed the door and made his way back 
to the house. 

"Girls?" Susie thought as she watched Paul walk towards the house. 

"He's got more than one in there? God damn him!" She waited for them to come 
out so she could see how pretty they were, compared to her. And she waited. 

And waited. And waited! 

"So why aren't they leaving with him?", she thought 

After waiting all that while, Susie could hear no more sounds from the barn. 
"Why were they staying inside?" she thought. "Surely they should be coming 
out by now." 

After ten minutes of waiting, Susie was convinced that nobody was coming out 
of the barn. She slowly made her way to the door and opened it a crack. 
Peering in cautiously, she could see nobody inside the barn. She opened the 
door further and slowly took a step inside. There was nobody there! Sasha 
peered at her from within her stall and then made her way to her door. 
Sasha's tail was curled over her back in a tremendous arc. It was curled so 
far over that it nearly lay flat on her backbone. 

"Could...it...be?" Susie thought. Sasha nuzzled Susie's warm shoulder and 
sighed. 

Steeling herself, Susie opened Sasha's stall door and stepped in, closing 
the door behind her. Looking behind at Sasha's hind end left no doubt in her 
mind. In the light of Sasha's stall, Susie could see a long streamer of 
semen dribbling from Sasha's vulva. Sasha was still winking her clitoris in 
and out as if she had just been bred. "What do you mean 'as if'," Susie told 
herself. "Sasha had just been bred. By Paul!" 

As Paul was preparing to take a shower, a chime interrupted the silence. 
Something had just set off barn security. A quick check of the monitors 
revealed a person's back framed in the doorway. Switching to the other 
camera confirmed that it was a woman. "Can it be?" thought Paul nervously. 
Zooming in framed the side of Susie's face just as she was preparing to 
enter Sasha's stall. "Oh, SHIT!" Paul thought. "I'm busted! Just what is she 
doing up here at this time of night?" 

The camera showed Susie leaving Sasha's stall and then the barn. 

Wandering out of the mare barn. Susie quietly shut the door behind her. 
Careful not to leave anything out of place. The incident with Paul left her 
mind in a fog. She had happened upon a person who loved horses like she 
loved horses. Should she approach Paul about it? Would he be angry that she 
had found out? 

King was waiting for her at the near corner of his paddock where she had 
last seen him. Susie absentmindedly gave him a quick scratch along the side 
of his neck. She then began to make her way back to the bushes where her 
bicycle was hidden. 

She's making her way to our trysting spot! King thought excitedly. 

Nickering to her, he made his way along the fence line, encouraging the 
mystery mare to hurry up. 

When they had arrived at the bushes, King's penis was already partially 
dropped from its sheath. He craned his neck over the top railing of the 
fence and made soliciting noises to Susie. 

Susie shrugged off her sweater and hung it on a nearby branch. As she neared 
King, his vocalizations became more persistent. "Easy, boy," Susie soothed 
as she scratched King's ribs. King responded by pressing his side against 
the fence railings. "My, you're a quick learner, aren't you boy?" Susie 
asked teasingly. "Well, if you don't mind skipping the foreplay, neither do 
I," Susie said as she reached for King's now impressive shaft. 

It was all of eighteen inches long and over three inches in diameter. 

Making a quick mental calculation, Susie thought to herself, "I can suck on 
him for a while if I don't let him flare inside of my mouth." Susie had seen 
King's glans two nights previous swell to over six inches in diameter as he 
had ejaculated on her hand and arm. She was a little nervous about the 
prospect of what she proposed. "Timing," she thought. 

"Keep cool and everything will be OK." 

She had a firm grip on King's glans as he slapped it upwards on his belly. 
Thrusting a few times, King rewarded Susie with copious amounts of clear 
pre-cum. Susie raised it to her lips and tasted it. The slightly salty fluid 
had Susie's pussy flowing with its own love juices. Before she had time to 
reason herself out of it, Susie leaned over and licked King's glans and 
diverticulum. King let off with a few strong spurts of pre-cum which Susie 
eagerly consumed. Caught up in the moment, Susie engulfed his entire glans 
in her mouth and started sucking. King made low grunts as he attempted to 
thrust his length down Susie's throat. Making gagging sounds, Susie quickly 
removed herself from the horny stud's knob. 

"Wow!" Susie exclaimed, as pre-cum dribbled down her chin. She was so 
overwhelmed by King's thrusting that she had nearly choked on his pre-cum. 

Never had Susie's tonsils been so thoroughly probed. She had to control how 
deeply King thrusted or she would risk some serious damage. Another quick 
mental calculation and Susie grasped King's shaft about five inches behind 
the tip of his glans. This time her hand would limit his penetration. Again, 
she began licking his glans and swallowing the spurts of pre-cum as King 
offered them to her. "He must have an unlimited supply of the stuff!" Susie 
thought as she swallowed. Susie decided to try sucking him off once again. 
Engulfing his glans, she began licking and sucking in earnest. King's 
humping, now limited by Susie's left hand, was now just manageable. King 
began to hump more sporadically and then started lowering his haunches. 
About this time, Susie began to feel King's glans swelling to alarming 
proportions. Her jaw began to expand to its limit as she just managed to 
extract her mouth from his glans. 

"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she massaged her jawbone. "That was close! I've 
gotta remember to remove myself sooner." Looking at King's now very flared 
cock head gave her a shudder. She had almost dislocated her jaw on that 
sucker! Chalk it up as a learning experience, she thought. 

"Well King, let's get back to business, shall we?" Susie said to him as she 
prepared to give it another go. King responded by slapping his now very 
teased cock against his belly. The tip was still moderately engorged as 
Susie reached for it. She grasped his glans in her left hand, and his shaft 
in her right, just behind the ring, as she had done two nights ago. 

King began humping as Susie gently rotated her left hand and jacked his 
shaft with her right. He was now drenching her left hand and arm with his 
seemingly endless supply of pre-cum. With a bit of creativity, Susie managed 
to actually swallow about every third or so spurt as King's cock thrusted 
by. Again, King began to thrust more urgently and jerkily as he lowered his 
haunches. As his glans flared to its maximum diameter, King began to flag 
his tail. Susie was rewarded with powerful jets of milky- white cum. This 
time she was not letting it go to waste! She slid her left hand back from 
his glans and intercepted the jets by placing a very large kiss on the end 
of his glans. She swallowed as quickly as she could but was rapidly overcome 
by the sheer volume that King was ejaculating. 

Susie refused to admit defeat as King's cum began dribbling down her chin 
and onto her left knee. After about ten or so powerful spurts, King began to 
slow his output. His nose was practically touching the ground as the last 
few weak spurts of cum were eagerly swallowed by Susie. Almost immediately, 
King's erection began to diminish and retract into its sheath. 

Susie quickly engulfed as much as she could in her mouth and sucked it in 
hungrily. She followed its ascent all the way up to his sheath and balls 
when it released with a loud pop sound. "That's all folks!" she said 
matter-of-factly, as she took a wistful look at the large balls that had 
performed so admirably. She gave them a gentle kiss. 

Standing up, Susie was reaching for the clean-up towel she had the presence 
of mind to bring along with her when a voice said from beside her. 

"Looking for this?" Paul asked, as he smiled and handed her the towel. 

Susie was speechless as she jumped back with a start. How long had he been 
standing there? 

"Here. Clean up and put your sweater on before you freeze out here," Paul 
said as Susie nervously took the towel from him. Paul couldn't help stealing 
a glance at Susie's large breasts as her nipples stood out prominently 
through her bra. The glance was not lost on Susie who quickly put her 
sweater on. 

"Please, Paul. Let me explain." 

"It's OK, Susie. I bet you didn't realize that I had a security system, did 
you? Of course, I'll probably have to upgrade it with perimeter coverage 
after tonight," he laughed. 

"You watched me the whole while?" Susie asked incredulously. Looking down at 
his other hand, she saw that he held what looked like electronic binoculars. 
A night scope! 

"No. 

You were already pretty busy by the time I got here. By the way, just how 
much did you witness in the mare barn?" Paul asked. 

Recovering some of her composure, Susie just gave him a sideways glance as 
she smiled knowingly. 

"C'mon. Why don't you get showered up and I'll give you a ride home." And 
with that, Susie and Paul began making their way towards the house. 

King followed the pair up to the fence line and then craned his neck over 
the top rail. Susie and Paul both lavished King with pats and scratches and 
then continued on up to the house. 

With ears pricked, King watched as the pair disappeared inside and let out a 
contented sigh. Nice mystery mare. Nice Paul. (Part Three) 

No sooner had Susie and Paul stepped into the foyer of his house - a 
Colonial-style two story, mansion-like yet small enough and cozy enough to 
retain an abiding sense of comfort and intimacy - then they turned and 
looked at each other. 

The moment froze like an eternity, the electricity trying to register in 
their minds, which were virtually fevered with the events of the previous 
minutes. Paul blinked at the sight of Susie before him, girlish in her 
appearance even though she had turned 18 months before. 

Endowed with 42D breasts, yet a face that radiated innocence through her 
soft gray eyes, framed by flowing blondish red hair, to the point that her 
being all but screamed out: TAKE ME, PLEASE!!!!! 

Susie, in response, drank in the man before her, studying Paul as if she 
were trying to memorize his features so she could find him in a crowd or 
warzone. To her five-foot-seven form, Paul's six feet of warm and caressable 
flesh - highlighted by his chocolate brown eyes and rich auburn hair, hair 
with softness not unlike King's mane - made her very innards flutter and her 
knees quiver, sensations she had never known. 

But, given that she was still virgin, how could she? 

She had been saving herself for a moment, a man, a farm like this - and now 
her luck either was about to run out or hit the jackpot of fuck! 

She made the first move, raising her left arm towards Paul. 

Paul smelled the scent of his precious stallion, and instantly got a hard 
on. A raging hard on! A classic high school boner of the first magnitude, 
the kind of stiff prick that could double as a crowbar if the right crow 
came along. 

And Susie was damned well no crow! But she sure did need prying! 

Without thinking, Paul darted his right hand to meet Susie's left, taking 
her palm into his fingers and, in one motion, raised the back of her hand to 
his lips. As he kissed her fingers, a move which made her take a deep breath 
and close her flaming eyes, Paul got a full blast of the scent of King's 
cum, and he began to absentmindedly lick Susie's now shivering fingers. 

Susie felt the warmth of Paul's tongue on her trembling digits and began to 
breathe in ragged gulps, her moans almost whimpering in their tone as her 
body began to feel, and go, limp. Paul glanced up and saw Susie was going 
into a state of faint, and quickly flashed his right arm around her back to 
catch her from crashing to the floor. As she felt his strong limb encompass 
her, Susie suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Paul's neck and pulled 
his lips to hers. 

Paul froze in shock for an instant as he felt this angel turned putty 
quickly find a second wind to give her kisses strength; at the moment their 
mouths touched, Paul instinctively parted his jaw as if he expected her 
tongue to slip between his teeth. His anticipation was rewarded as Susie 
slithered her fiery probe into his opening, all but searching out his own 
taster as though it tried to glue itself onto his flesh. Their mouths 
massaged each other's passions, fanning the flames of desires long repressed 
and now ready to be realized. 

Susie broke the embrace. "Paul, take me, please make love with me, please," 
she begged through ragged, gasping breaths. He smiled as he looked at this 
woman, and slowly rose from the floor, her form secure in his arms as he 
lifted her off the shiny white linoleum like foyer floor. Susie kept her 
gaze fixed on his sparkling eyes as Paul carried her up the black-stepped 
staircase, a wide angular path that rose straight forward for the first ten 
steps before it made a sharp right turn and continued for five steps that 
led to the second-floor balcony, which became the hallway that led to the 
several upstairs bedrooms. 

Paul walked forward, carrying Susie's sensual limpness toward his bedroom, 
the scene one that could make some evoke Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett 
O'Hara up the staircase of Tara. But this was no Southern plantation - this 
was the crisp, green spring richness of southwestern Pennsylvania, the 
fertile fields side by side with the stiff granite hills of the nearby 
Alleghenies, a timeless contrast that put steel and softness together in the 
same view and breath. 

Susie smiled and cuddled, with a tremble, against Paul's chest, as though 
she were a princess being rescued by a noble knight and carried off to 
safety. She snuggled and was rewarded when Paul lowered his head for a 
moment to gently kiss her forehead - not unlike a horse nuzzling a mare, she 
thought. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her left hand slowly, 
touching Paul's firm but smooth right cheek, her gaze a lazy, cloudy reverie 
in this intoxicating moment. Paul stood solid and stiff, firm yet gentle, as 
he carried his precious visitor who now knew his secrets across the 
threshold of his bedroom. 

Susie tilted her head and looked into the room. The deep green carpet had 
the tint of lush meadow grass, not unlike that found where stallions and 
mares roamed. The room was expansive, with two sets of sliding glass doors 
on the east and west sides that opened to small portico-like balconies. The 
east side looked out over the pasture that fronted the road she took on her 
bicycle, while the west side gave a clear view of the horse barns. What 
views these provided for the person lucky enough to enjoy breakfast up here, 
she thought. 

The bed, though, stunned her: A magnificent four-poster that seemed to be 
attached to the ceiling, its solid cherry columns so thick she could almost 
fit inside them. What made it stand out, however, was the curtain system 
that effectively closed it off from the outside - a touch Paul had seen 
while on duty with the Army in the Orient. 

Susie breathed deeply and smiled as she saw how neat Paul's bedroom was. 
Nothing out of place, nothing messy, nothing but the proper best. 

She knew now she had found that special someone, the kind of man that could 
shut up her mother's incessant prying about "settling down". The fact he had 
just the kind of farm she was looking for all but confirmed her hopes, like 
blessings from a higher authority getting its jollies through doing good 
deeds. 

And Paul was also enjoying the moment, hoping Susie liked the surroundings 
and the rich blue cotton bedsheets and comforter enough to want to stay the 
night, and the night after that, and all the nights after that. Although he 
wasn't quite ready to admit his feelings out loud yet, Paul felt a sense of 
falling for this gorgeous female that now knew his deepest, darkest passions 
and yet did not seem to be at all revolted by them. He walked over to his 
bed and tenderly laid the quivering girl upon the cool cloth. 

Susie pecked Paul's cheek as he lowered her, her soft, pliant ass gently 
contacting his bedsheet, her body becoming used to the comfort and firmness 
of the mattress; he liked mattresses better than water beds, she realized, 
another point in her favor. When she slept on a waterbed at a girlfriend's 
during a week-long vacation several years ago, her bones felt like they had 
developed rust, so stiff was she in the morning. The springs slowly, 
comfortingly, gave way to her form and she laid back momentarily to take in 
the feel of the bed. 

As she did so, Paul quietly crawled over her, his body covering hers like a 
canopy offering shade, and he bent downward to kiss her again. As his lips 
contacted hers and his weight began to settle on her body, Susie raised her 
arms and began to hug this man who just that day had hired her and now, at 
night, was finding reason after reason to love her...or so she believed. 

Paul, lowering himself to Susie's recumbent form, silently offered prayers 
of thanks to whatever forces were giving him someone this special. At last, 
he thought, he could find happiness with another person who enjoyed the same 
peccadilloes, the same private ecstacies, that he did and not think him 
weird, perverted or ill. He took Susie's head into his hands, and began to 
kiss her hotly. 

They writhed on the bed like teenagers trying out their first backseat, 
groping and hugging and frenching and sweating as they tried to show each 
other their growing love for one another at the same time they literally 
felt out each others' bodies. Paul moved his hands over Susie's luscious 
breasts, feeling the smoothness and firmness of the delectable teenager who 
was sliding her right hand up and down his crotch, as though she were trying 
to "braille" his ample prick. 

Paul felt her hand, and his cock grew harder and harder with each feathery 
stroke; after several passes, each one more rapid with her hand all but 
trying to curl around his dick to jack him off, he raised up and began to 
unbutton his shirt, her hand still stroking his groin. 

Susie breathed in deeply, her cunt twitching as she watched Paul slowly and 
confidently undo the black and red plaid shirt, which contrasted nicely with 
his black jeans; she made a mental note to look for a pair of them for 
herself, so that they would make a distinctive couple whereever they went. 
It was the same outfit he wore earlier that day, and Susie was sure he 
hadn't showered after his tryst with Sasha. God, she thought, how I can't 
wait to get a taste of his cock with that mare's goo coating it. 

Paul let the shirt slide from his arms, revealing a smooth chest with very 
small hairs on it, just the kind that turned Susie on. He moved his hand 
towards his pants, but Susie stopped him. "No, Paul," she said. "Let me, 
but...let me go next." She smiled and sat up, and crossed her arms, her 
hands grasping the hem of her sweater. In one fluid, sensual motion, she 
pulled her sweater over her head and flung it behind her onto the floor. Her 
tits jiggled in her bra, which she then clasped in the front and opened. She 
let the flap-like cups fall free to her ribs, and her chest heaved out as 
she momentarily closed her eyes and smiled. 

When she opened them, Paul was staring at her as though he were in shock. 
Before his good fortune, he would consider himself lucky if a gorgeous woman 
even spoke to him. And now, here was this nubile minx, a literal mare in 
heat, all but begging him to foal her. But that was the difference between 
animals and humans, he reminded himself quickly: Humans like foreplay! And 
he privately crossed his fingers, toes and testes his technique was good 
enough for Susie. 

He thought back quickly to the day before, when she was serving him coffee. 
Now here she was, laying back on his bed, serving herself. 

Breakfast was sure going to be nourishing and tasty tomorrow, a thought that 
made him grin as he looked into his first lover's eyes. 

Yes. Despite his money, his relatively good looks, his easy demeanor around 
animals, children and women...he was still a virgin! But Susie was going to 
make up for that little deficiency, here and now, and maybe for good, he 
hoped. Paul's hopes were raised as Susie bent forward and, grasping the 
buckle of his belt, quickly slipped the long leather tongue through the 
steel clasp and out of the way of the metal button holding the pants 
together. 

Without wasting any further time, Susie grasped that metal button with 
confidence and undid her lover's pants, then took the zipper in her hand and 
pulled it down with a quick motion that made Paul gasp in shock and fright. 
She saw the look and heard the voice, and went blank for a moment - until 
she realized she'd yanked his fly open while he had no underwear on! She 
blinked and froze when she realized what the zipper's gearbox could have 
done to his dong, but she came back to reality when she saw that cock spring 
out in front of her face. 

A delicious nine and a half inches of throbbing muscle and lust made its 
appearance level with Susie's lips, and the combination of the meat, moment 
and aroma - courtesy of Sasha's recently fucked horse pussy - drove the 
young woman over the edge. She gasped, panted and suddenly opened her mouth 
and dove onto Paul's prick, all but trying to swallow it whole. She felt the 
first human male cock she had ever seen up close in her whole life nestle 
against her tongue, and the softness of the skin coupled with the taste of 
mare made her cunt gush with hot woman cream, better than she had ever 
fingered herself. 

At that same moment, Paul's pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of 
the legs quickly, his shoes coming off as he used each foot to free his 
limbs from the pantlegs. He had also not wore socks when he went outside, 
and in a flash he was nude. And getting the hot skin and hotter juice sucked 
off of his cock. 

"Oh, fuck, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!", Paul yelled as he felt Susie deep throat his 
dick like she was an experienced pro instead of a virgin scared out of her 
wits over the prospect of getting her first fuck. As he felt her mouth take 
more of his manhood, Paul instinctively pushed his hips toward her face, 
driving his hard penis - which was just the right diameter for Susie's mouth 
and throat, unlike King's monstrous equine billyclub - farther into her 
neck. Susie swirled her tongue in a circular motion around Paul's cock as it 
throbbed in her mouth, all but trying to literally wash the flavor of Sasha 
off of him and onto her own tastebuds. 

"Baaaaabeeee, thasss...great," said Paul, his brain going limp in direct 
proportion to his body going rigid. Paul let his head flow back as he closed 
his eyes and concentrated on Susie's fiery mouth, his breating beginning to 
take on a more rapid and ragged pace. As he focused more on the girl's jaws, 
Susie slowly laid back on the bed, never once taking her mouth from her 
man's rod, and slid her hands up his thighs to his ass. Putting her hands on 
Paul's backside, she grasped his firm buttcheeks and pulled him closer to 
her jaws, her lips parting slightly to take even more of his cock into her 
mouth. 

Paul relaxed, feeling his body straddle Susie's chest, and looked down to 
see the closed eyes and dreamy face of his new love as she concentrated on 
trying to draw his white life cream into her gullet. 

He smiled slightly, enjoying the feel of his own first blowjob, and began to 
move his hips back and forth, as though he were trying to fuck her mouth 
like it was a pussy above her neck. Susie felt the motion and arched her 
back slightly, letting Paul's cock back out of her mouth so she could lick 
it like a popsicle. As his dong came free of her lips and into the air, 
Susie began to lick it, opening her eyes to see his for the first time in 
several minutes, the sight making her smile. 

"Ohhh, gawd," Paul moaned, his sounds coming nonstop. 

Susie grinned, letting her tongue flash the underside of his dick - which 
made it lift off of her lips momentarily. "You like it," she asked with a 
sensual smile as his prick rested on her lips. 

"No, I fucking love it," Paul said with a breath trying to escape his body, 
his face breaking into a smile as he emphasized the word love with an almost 
reflexive tone. "Don't stop, please." 

"Don't worry, I won't," Susie said teasingly, pushing her hands firm against 
Paul's ass, making him move up high enough to free her ample tits from 
underneath his backside. "But how about a change of holder, so to speak?" 

Paul was puzzled by this question, until he saw his cock fit in between 
those beautiful mounds, those firm tits that Susie then pushed together with 
her hands; he never realized her hands were off his ass until he felt them 
begin to press her chest against his dick so she could literally jack him 
off with her breasts. To help matters along, she stuck her tongue out and 
licked the now dry but smooth donghead, then bent forward and swallowed his 
cock again, getting it wet the entire length as Paul helped by raising up 
for a moment so she could inhale and intake without being gagged. 

"MMMMMmmmmmmmm," Susie mewled, shivering her head as she whirled her wet 
tongue back and forth in her mouth, treating his cock like it was a steel 
I-beam in a pool of lava. In that instant, Paul tensed - Susie's loving oral 
caresses had finally gotten the best of him, and his first blow job from a 
human female was about to strike paydirt. 

The combination of her thrilling mounds, soft and jiggling yet hot and firm, 
and her vacuum cleaner of a mouth was more than he could even stand, let 
alone comprehend, and his nature took its inevitable course. 

"Oh, SHITTT," he spat out as his crotch tensed and his cock hardened to its 
fullest in Susie's mouth. The horny girl froze for a moment in anticipation 
of the load coming from that pissslit: Would it be sweet, salty, bitter, 
revolting, milky, thin, clear.... 

It turned out to be forceful. Very powerful, beginning as an involuntary 
thrust of Paul's athletic pelvis, followed by a long, thick stream of steamy 
cream slamming and splashing against the back of her throat, which shut 
itself reflexively, allowing her mouth to take the full first cannonade of 
spunk. Susie's eyes shut tightly as she felt the hot liquid ricochet to the 
sides of her mouth, coating her cheeks which ballooned slightly in an almost 
primordial reaction. 

As the first jet landed upon her tastebuds, Susie's clenched eyes instantly 
eased up as she felt an unmistakable flicker, a near hitch, of her cunt. In 
that moment, her own pelvis stiffened, and an electric jolt of pleasure ran 
up her spine with light speed. 

Crash. Bang. BOOOM!! This was the orgasm of orgasms to her, the fire of the 
sun mixed with the waves of the water, the second before the great blade of 
the guillotine reached its mark, the eyelash before the bullet with her name 
on it hit her heart full square, that frozen eternity of time where the 
condemned feels the scaffold drop and the rope begin its unforgiving grasp 
around the neck... 

And then Paul's second stream shot out - it had only been two seconds 
earlier when his first cumshot found its home - and Susie's body turned into 
a soaked dishrag being wrung out by hands more powerful than any vise, her 
cunt giving mute testimony to that feeling by leaking a stream of 
snatchsauce all over her now shiny wet pussy. 

A thought flashed through Susie's fevered mind: I hope that's not blood I 
feel, she wondered to herself as she realized her period was soon to come. 
Paul stayed tense in her mouth, a third shot of cum now streaming into her 
jaws, a small amount leaking out her lips only adding to her slutty yet 
romantic allure. With that flex of his pecker, he began to ease back from 
her head slowly, his glistening penis slowly oozing from her reluctantly 
yielding mouth. With each millimeter of skin grazing her lips, Susie's cunt 
spasmed, reacting to the heat and smoothness of her new lover's tool yet 
wanting it to stay past her lips forever. She was so lost in reverie, Paul 
could have taken her head in his hands and pissed in her mouth, with 
animalistic fervor, and she would have swallowed him gladly. 

All at once, the end of his cock found air, and Susie felt the wonderful 
life giving rod leave her mouth with an almost silent pop. 

Paul looked down and saw Susie's mouth still full with his cum, which amazed 
him given the fact that he had just filled Sasha's ample equine ass a little 
more than a half-hour earlier. Susie slowly turned her head toward her man, 
her mouth still opened, and smiled at him slightly, letting her tongue swim 
in the midst of the spunk. 

That motion involuntarily gave Paul a second raging hard on, although he was 
too stunned with this girl's brazen talents in the art of cocksucking to 
notice. "Gawddamn, girl, where the hell did you learn to do this so fucking 
well," he asked in sheer shock. 

Susie nodded with her eyes for him to lean forward, letting her tongue flash 
in the same moment and shovel the majority of his white treasure down to her 
tummy. The taste was so yummy, she thought, she'd go through a pile of horse 
manure just to suck that boner until it gave up its liquid lust. She 
couldn't have been happier... 

...but then she realized Paul would love a turn at her... 

...and she knew what the hell she was going to tell him if he had 

the courage to ask...of course, she had found out he loved his 

ponies like she did... 

Paul rose Susie from her reverie by leaning forward and slipping his left 
hand behind her head, sliding it down to between her shoulders, and lifting 
her soft, yielding form up to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and ran it 
over the slight rivulets of cum that had leaked out of her lips, savoring 
the taste of his own spunk mixed with her own juices. Susie rose her arms 
instinctively and wrapped them around Paul's neck as he lifted her up, the 
two of them hotly frenching, trading their precious body nectars on and with 
their tongues. 

Suddenly, Paul hugged her and rolled over onto his back, taking her to the 
middle of their bed. She moved gently onto him, gliding like an angel in the 
instant of making a decision to shed its wings forever in favor of a 
stronger, higher flying power. 

Paul slowly worked his hands down to Susie's pants and undid the belt 
holding them up, two layers of cloth standing between him and his first 
human female cunt. Susie smiled and moved her hands down to help her new 
lover remove her pants. Paul grasped the jeans and panties in his hands and 
began to work the denim and cotton away from her skin. 

She felt the coolness of the air strike her flesh, and she shivered 
slightly, and then her pussy came into Paul's view. 

He had seen them in magazines, many times before, but this was his first 
woman in real life. Yes, he could have bought any whore he wanted to when he 
was in the service, but he preferred his first time to be a real woman. And 
here was a girl, young and tender, waiting to be come a real woman, the kind 
of woman Paul always wanted. 

The whiff of her snatch caught Paul's nostrils, and he leaned forward, 
sticking out his tounge. Susie flinched as she felt the taste buds make 
contact with her skinfolds, and she rolled onto her back, taking Paul with 
her in a reflex; she contacted the mattress and leaned back, trying to sink 
into the sheets like they were water. 

Paul finally moved his hands upward and parted her cuntlips. For the first 
time he got a look inside the cavern that leads to the source of life 
itself. So this is where babies come out of, he thought to himself for a 
moment...wondering briefly if Susie... 

He stopped thinking and moved back in, sticking out his tongue and flicking 
it quickly, running on instinct only, moving it over what he saw was a pearl 
sticking out of a fleshy hood. "OOOOOOOHHHHHH," Susie howled in obvious 
pleasure with the first feel of a tongue on her labiae, a feel she wanted 
for as long as she lived. The touch of his tastebuds on her tastepit made 
her squirm and turn and jump and buck and thrash and dance, like she were 
being electrocuted...but this shock was sooooooo good....sooooooooooo 
good....god, could her Paul eat a pussy, she thought. I have to ask him 
where he learned... 

...and then she remembered Sasha...and grinned. Of course he ought to know a 
clit when he sees it, she thought, how could you miss a bud that big 
anyway?? 

Paul was enjoying his feminine company's reactions very nicely, and her 
gyrations only served to increase the pace and force of his eating. 

Without realizing it, Susie had begun to virtually grind her pubic bone 
against his upper jaw, and the cracking sound of that hard spot against his 
upper lip only served to get him hotter and hotter. 

Susie tried her best to grind her snatch harder and harder against her 
honeyman's mouth, moving her hands quickly to Paul's hair. She felt the soft 
mane and, suddenly, gripped sheer fistfuls of his scalp, as if she were 
trying to pull him inside her cunt, trying to melt her meat onto his lips 
forever. For an instant, she thought she felt his tongue go INSIDE her 
pussy...and that was all it took to take her over! 

"EEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she hollered with a shriek loud enough to 
wake the generations of dead, from mammal to insect, amoeba to dinosaur. She 
stiffened against the now sucking mouth of her man, as she felt Paul all but 
trying to vacuum her cream into his throat! It was as if he was sucking her 
cock, she thought. She flinched and bounced for a few more moments, and then 
went limp and blacked out. 

For a moment, Susie felt nothing. No lights, no sensations, no tactile 
emotions...just the soft, rapid, incessant sound of her own desperate 
breathing, like she had ran a marathon on nothing but her sheer willpower. 
She had just had her cunt eaten for the first time - the first of many times 
- and she was looking forward to it being licked and sucked again and again 
and again... 

...and especially to that time when she'd get the chance to foal a colt or 
filly of her own and feel her pussy lips spread from within... 

...but now she felt something large and soft and cuddly and, yes, manly 
moving up her recumbent and drained form. 

Something...make that some one...very manly! 

Susie felt Paul slide upward and brush his body against hers. She felt 
Paul's hard cock sliding up her legs, like a loving snake, gliding against 
her downy muff, moving softly against her curls, teasing her wet and 
throbbing labiae - she wanted him to lift her up and impale her virgin 
snatch on his manhorn, like she was in a saddle designed to give her a ride 
she would never forget. 

Paul paused a moment and, opening his eyes, looked lovingly at her. 

"I want you, dear lovely lady," he said with a smile. 

Susie reached down and, with a strength even she did not realize she had 
within her, gently clasped and grasped his hot prick, jacking it easily, 
moving it over her pussy, teasing him with her hot wetness. 

"And I want you too, honey," she said with a quiet breath, slowly rolling 
him on his back. With a deep breath, she moved upwards to mount his hips, 
like she was sitting in familar territory. 

Never taking her hand off his cock, never taking her eyes from his, the girl 
now named Susie smiled warmly and, like he was her favorite horse, straddled 
Paul's groin and fit the crowned head of his hot, throbbing cock inside her 
female folds. He felt the oily, nectarlike wetness of woman-to-be against 
his glans and gasped. 

Susie smiled all the more, showing her clean opaque teeth like a high priced 
model coming up with her latest fashion magazine cover pose. And then she 
wiggled her hips slightly, almost imperceptibly, and took more of his head 
into her cunt. Paul pushed in slightly, sliding up her channel, until he 
reached that magic gate of heaven called a hymen. Paul smiled broadly 
himself - he had found the woman of his dreams, and she had waited for him. 
For him! 

They paused for a moment to get a soft breath, said "I love you" to each 
other at the same instant in time, and then Susie moved downward, Paul moved 
upward, and each became adults at long last. 

If it is said that lust is the fire that burns twice as hot, then let it be 
said that love is the flame that comforts twice as warmly. 

And in that moment when Paul's cock touched Susie's private core, both 
realized they wanted to know that cuddling, precious warmth for as long as 
they drew breath upon this earth. Both froze for a second to look at each 
other with clear eyes, visions crystallized in this instant of no turning 
back the clock once the decision is made, before they gave each to the 
other, forever. 

As Susie pushed her spine down slightly, Paul lifted his hips up gently, 
both hardly even making any motion. That was all they needed. 

There was no tearing, no pain, no cry of horror, just a whisper of a moment 
when the last instant of childhood passed and the first touch of adulthood 
was felt. And when these two virgins finally met in the way they should 
have, it was with the dawning of an unquenchable light. 

For the first time since he came from his mother, Paul McGregor felt himself 
inside a woman's womb. Granted, it was just a small percentage of his entire 
being, but it was enough to take every feeling he had in his body and put 
them all on hold to let him focus and savor this magical, mystical second. 

For her side, Susie's eyes were still opened but the vision they contained 
was replaced by an indescribable dreaminess, a haze that smothered her 
consciousness and rendered her impossible to do anything else but breathe 
instinctively. There was no tear at that moment her Paul's cock made 
complete her transition from female to woman; all she felt was an energy 
release inside her, as though a bird were passing through the sun's rays. 
The more her guts felt Paul's cock, the more she returned to reality, and 
she slowly began to smile and look deeper into his eyes, his tear-filling 
eyes, his quivering lips, his trembling cheeks, his face that said I love 
you... 

Susie, still smiling, moved slowly but surely, never hesitating, until her 
lips touched her man's and her hands left his to take his head for a moment 
before she slid her arms around his neck. As she moved to hug him, his cock 
moved up and down, one stroke, inside her now blazing cunt. She moved again, 
and felt another stroke, moved again and felt another, moved and felt, 
enjoying each motion and each feeling more than the first. 

"Ohhh, ohh, uhh," said Paul, his eyes open but fixed and entranced, his 
mouth halfway agape in pleasant shock. "Ahh, ahhhh, aaaaahhhh," said Susie 
back to him, a smile crossing her newly-womaned face. The smile broadened as 
she moved up and down Paul's cock more and more, the friction serving to put 
more and more steel in his personal I-beam. He never dreamed how good 
fucking a human female could be; perhaps, he thought ruefully, too much 
equine flesh had dulled him for a moment like this. 

Susie throbbed for a moment, hardly any blood showing, and then she raised 
upward quickly and thrust herself downward in a rapid slam. 

Paul's eyes went wide when he felt his woman do this, and he lost his breath 
at the moment of impact. 

He was surprised that simple moment was too much for him. 

"I caaannt....hollll..ddddd....OHHHHHHHHHH!!!," Paul said as he instantly 
tensed and let his groin rise upwards, pulling Susie tightly against his now 
throbbing cock. Susie tensed and then she felt the twinge of his cum splash 
against the insides of her pussy, and the hot fluid scalding her untouched 
skin made her cum in a near river. 

A thought flashed through her mind: My God, I could get pregnant from this, 
she said to herself...my parents would die of embarrass... 

...aw, FUCK THEM, she thought as she closed her eyes tighter and felt more 
of her man's seed-filled cream coat her cunny. This man will love me no 
matter what, and I love him no matter what...and I would LOVE to have his 
baby...it's better than waiting tables...and our child would be so 
loved...and so wanted....and I want HIM.... 

The emotions were too much for Susie and she fell forward onto Paul's chest, 
passing out from the swirl of the moment. The cum had also done its work on 
Paul's form, for he had already collapsed from sheer fatigue and was asleep, 
the touch of Susie's breasts and body on his chest the last feeling on his 
consciousness as rest overtook him... 

Susie was the first to awaken, and pleasantly as she realized Paul's peter 
was still hard and inside her! MMMMM, she lazily purred as she discovered 
just how much of a stud her boss was...and how much she wanted him to fire 
her so she could move in with him without any problems or small talk from 
the small minded neighbors...she looked over to a clock on a nearby dresser 
and gasped instinctively. 

They had not realized it, but over two hours had passed. It was now almost 
midnight, and Susie realized her parents would probably panic if they went 
into her bedroom and found it empty. She thought a moment laying next to the 
resting form of her boss/lover... 

Why should I care what they think, she thought. I'm a woman, an adult, and 
I'm happy! Look at them! Who wants that?? She felt Paul rustle and cuddle 
her to him, his cock still stiff but not as hard as it was when he was 
awake. Still, it was stiff and still inside her, so be thankful for small 
favors, she thought. 

Especially when you think of nine inches as small, she grinned. 

Susie snuggled back and, nudging Paul into awake, gently kissed the edge of 
his chin. He rolled to her and opened his eyes. 

"Hello, precious," Paul said, a heartfelt tone to his voice as it came from 
his smiling face, as he moved his left hand to her hair. 

"Hi, sweetheart," Susie cooed back, her hand now stroking his right side and 
ribs ever so gently. It took all her courage to say her next words to him. 

"I can't believe you are as good and gentle with me as you are with your 
other 'girls' in your life," she said playfully, not even expecting the rise 
from Paul's eyebrows. 

"Just how much do you know, little lady?", he asked with part curiosity and 
part inquisition as he turned his gaze toward her, a look of suspicion and 
fear evident in his eyes. 

"All that I need to know," Susie said with unmistakable seduction as she 
moved closer to her man, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and 
pulling him to her for a kiss. As his lips met hers, their mouths opened and 
they began to french deeply. 

Paul took that moment to make a decision. He broke the kiss. 

"Well, given I've seen an eyeful tonight, to say nothing of felt a handful," 
- Susie grinned at that line - "and I'm sure you've gotten a good eyeful and 
mindful..." He paused dramatically, and then took a deep breath before 
sighing, feeling Susie tense and draw nearer to him as she lay in his 
loving, comforting, wanting arms. "...how about seeing it all up close and 
personal, if that's what you want?" 

As she heard the words, her eyes widened and her mouth opened into an 
unmistakable smile, her head nodding rapidly, displaying an almost 
unconscious reflex, so engrossed was she with her anticipation of what was 
about to come. 

"Ohhhhh...yesyesyesyesyes," she said in a rapid staccato, hugging Paul 
tighter and rolling her body onto his, like a schoolgirl getting her way 
with the star quarterback. Her legs swung onto his, her left leg raising 
over his right as she encompassed his form. Paul hugged back and smiled into 
her face, moving his lips to kiss and french his new love rapidly and 
deeply. He then broke the kiss. "Okay, let's go then and meet the girls," he 
said to Susie in less of a tone of a dare and more of honest, loving 
anticipation. 

The night was colder now, and Susie and Paul dressed warmly. Paul put his 
jeans and shirt back on, and he gave Susie back her sweater and pants - 
neither wore underwear, which would only get in the way at the moment - and 
they quickly headed outside, over to the stables. 

When they got to the mare barn, Belle and Mandy were pretty much comfortable 
in their stalls, and Paul and Susie both agreed they would not disturb them, 
at least now. 

But Sasha and King were definitely fair game... 

Susie had turned on the lights and saw Sasha in her stall, but at the moment 
her eyes were fixed on looking for King. She saw him enter the mare barn via 
his designated paddock and grinned. 

"OK, honey, time for you to get an eyeful of just how much I like this, 
too," Susie bellowed as her fingers flew to the hem of her sweater and 
yanked it off in one motion, revealing her ample tits. She then flung it to 
one side and reached for her pants, tugging them open and taking them off in 
one motion. Behind her, Paul had already stripped naked and his cock was 
going tent city, waiting happily for what he expected to happen next. 

Susie strolled over to King and began to nuzzle him happily. The big stud 
Quarter Horse stallion recognized his little lover and neighed back just as 
joyfully. Her nipples stood out like little mountains on the domes of her 
soft breasts, rock hard and so sensitive the merest touch would make her 
cunt cream. 

"Hi, baby, you still ready for me," she said with a sensuous voice, the 
sultry bitch goddess strolling over to her helpless yet awaiting courtier, 
demanding satisfaction from her lover at all costs. King, for all his 
anxiety, stayed put like a gentleman well trained, almost knowing his 
instinctive strength could hurt this mystery mare. Susie reached forward and 
grasped the now baseball bat of horseprick and, with her gentle touch and 
firm hold, began jacking him sensuously. The horse neighed with the pleasant 
feel of his mystery mare, but louder now that he knew his owner was in here 
with them. 

"Now, hon, get a good eyeful for yourself," she called out to Paul. 

She waited for his encouragement, but there was no sound, at least right 
away. So she decided to take matters beyond her own hands... 

As Susie bent toward her stallion's boner, she was startled a bit to hear 
loud nuzzling and licking, followed by a man's moan. She turned and gaped 
when she saw Sasha licking Paul's cock, like she was getting ready to suck 
it! And then Sasha did just that...and Susie squealed loudly, watching her 
honey getting his human prick swallowed by a horse!! She instinctively, and 
accidentally, squeezed King's cock and the motion made him whinny loudly, 
which woke her up. Paul looked over at Susie and grinned. 

"Goooooh...get him...honeeeee," he moaned in a happy voice, wondering if he 
could find any gism to give Sasha. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy 
Sasha's ministrations, then opened them to the one sight he thought he would 
never see before his own amazed eyes: 

A very beautiful woman sucking a horse's cock into her mouth! 

Susie was in ecstasy!! King's cum tasted so delicious, and with the 
knowledge she had of handling him from just earlier, this should not take 
long, she thought. She bobbed her head up and down his thick shaft for a few 
strokes, and then she felt a hot breath on her right cheek... 

...and was startled to see Paul move in toward King's cock!! 

Susie took King's prick from her mouth and offered it to Paul, who promptly 
proceeded to take four inches of the horse dong in his own throat. At the 
same moment, Susie bent forward and sucked Paul's cock - covered with 
Sasha's saliva - into her own gullet. She sucked a few times to clean off 
her man, then raised up and licked the underside of King's boner for a few 
seconds, Paul sucking for all he was worth all the way in the meantime, 
before taking it in her mouth again. King felt the familiar softness of 
Susie's tongue, and fired a copious amount of equine fertility into her 
neck, the sensation too much for even his proud prick to handle. 

The shot made Susie lift the cock from her mouth to swallow, and a second 
blast of stud horse hit her face, creaming her lips and coating her chin and 
chest. Paul saw the white goo and began to lick it off of her top, the feel 
of his tounge coupled with the sight and realization of what was happening 
enough to make her shudder in orgasm - and he hadn't even touched her in 
here yet! Susie shivered with her thrill, and then shuddered at her next 
thought...could I take this cock of King's in my cunt, she wondered... 

She wouldn't get the chance right away, as Paul suddenly took her in his 
arms, the move bringing her out of her reverie, and pulled her to him before 
he laid her on the fresh and clean cement floor. The heating system kept the 
barn nice and warm, and Susie used Paul as a kind of blanket for a moment 
before he raised up and, in one motion, lifted her legs with his hands and 
bent forward at his waist, thrusting his hot cock right into her cunt! 

"YESSSSSSSSS, fuck me, fuck me!!!!!" the hot woman shouted. 

"You got it, babe," Paul screamed back. "I'm gonna make you my filly if it's 
the last thing I do. And then I'm gonna let King have his way with you..." 

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Susie screamed back. "Ohhhhh, ohhh, 
yesssssss, I wannna fuck that beautiful horse of yours. And I wanta fuck 
that beautiful cock of yours...ohhhh, goodddamn you, take me and fuck the 
shit out of me, honey....fuck me and love me and make a pony in me...ohhhhh, 
fuckkkkk meeeeee...." 

Susie was too far gone to realize what she had said, so good and hot was 
Paul's throbbing cock. But she was cumming from the thought of having King's 
massive schwanz slamming in her guts, and Paul knew this on sheer instinct - 
and that thought pushed him over the edge, as his cock suddenly spilled a 
new load inside Susie's womb. 

Susie trembled on the floor after this bang. This had been a hot, a slutty 
and nasty fuck, and she had loved every moment of it. She felt the hot cream 
of her man pooling inside her hips and she squeezed her hipbones together, 
trying to milk more of the baby batter out of Paul's cock and into her pit. 

Paul felt the squeeze and gave her another short blast of the precious 
fluid. His cock popped from her pussy and glided over the crinkle of her 
asshole. Susie felt the warmth of his wet prick and smiled. 

"Go for it, babe," she said. Paul froze and blinked, then smiled back at the 
thought of what his lover asked him to do. He positioned his prick over her 
hole and slowly moved forward, the head popping into her tightest opening 
without much resistance. 

Susie swooned as Paul's cock began to invade her Hershey highway. 

Never in her life had she even thought her asshole would be penetrated by 
anything, and now here she was on the floor of a horse barn getting good and 
cornholed -- and LOVING it!!!! Paul's penis was just the right size for her 
shitter, and he went into her backside like he had been made to fuck her. In 
a matter of a moment, Paul was nestled fully in Susie's tight, warm, smooth 
and loving ass, and he stopped all motion to take a second and enjoy the 
incredible feeling of his first buttfuck. Susie felt the wonderful weenie do 
her derriere and clenched the walls of her ass on his cock. 

That woke Paul up, and he began to fuck her beautiful ass, raising up and 
down, stroking inside and out, pistoning her with increasing speed and 
strength. Susie felt the rod doing its work, and she absentmindedly slipped 
a finger into her cunt to try and feel the heat of her honey's boner against 
her pussy walls. 

BOOOOOOOM! Her finger contacted her clit, and she went into a soul breaking, 
mindless cum, her eyes rolling into her head, the look on her face 
presenting a wild sight: Her flowing red mane full of horse cum, her mouth 
open and wordless, her saliva and other juices running out the side of her 
mouth and onto her cheeks, her nipples sticking out like they were starched, 
her legs splayed as wide as she could get them - almost in babybirthing 
position - and her lover fucking her in the ass! 

Suddenly Paul yelled an "AGGGGHHHH" and clenched his teeth to unload a small 
but intense shot of cum into Susie's beautiful asshole. 

The look on his face made her come back to reality and she froze wide eyed 
as she watched Paul's face get beet red with the concentration he was using 
to unload his cream into her cornpit. 

Don't let him die on me, Susie thought in horror. 

Paul slowly let out his breaths, opened his eyes, looked at his lady...and 
smiled. 

Relieved, Susie smiled back and pulled Paul to her, the move reburying his 
cock into her nether pit. They kissed hotly and quickly, their tongues 
trying to search out their new found love for each other. 

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Susie said over and over. 

"And I love you, too, darling," said Paul grinning happily. Now, it was 
Sasha's turn... 

Susie sensed the need for Paul to have a moment to rest - she was 
discovering a rather interesting secret about him, namely that he was 
multiorgasmic and could get it up several times a session, to say nothing of 
the fact that he loved to fuck as much as she did - and she moved over to 
the mare. Susie noticed the horse for the first time as a potential lover 
and not just an animal for breeding, and she honed in on Sasha's winking 
clitoris... 

Susie got up, Paul rolling off of her and watching as she swiftly moved in 
behind the mare. 

"Come here, honey," Susie said as she reached Sasha and knelt behind her 
backside, seeking out the equine vagina. Susie had never thought of another 
woman in an erotic manner, let alone a female horse - but this was a night 
for all inhibition to go to the winds, and she was game for anything! If 
Paul ordered her to go into town and bring back a biker gang to watch this 
scene, she would do it - right to the point of pedalling into town on her 
bicycle as naked as she was now! 

But, hey, Paul had brains enough to know better than to do that! 

After all, what would become of him if she never returned...? 

Now, Susie was on her knees parting Sasha's cunt with her hands, seeking out 
the magical love button. She saw the huge pearl compared to the one on top 
of her own cunt - God, how much fun I would have with a clitty that big, she 
thought - and she leaned forward and sucked it. At the same moment, Paul 
reached down and lifted her hips off of the ground and, spreading her legs, 
sat down on the floor and moved his tongue into position between Susie's 
cunny lips. 

Within moments, the orgasm began crashing inside the now boiling girl. She 
could no longer contain herself, her cunt so full of Paul's spunk and her 
own snatchjuices, and she began to drool the contents of her pussy all over 
his mouth. Paul moved a finger up to get a coating of her oils on it, and 
then - as he kept up his licking and swallowing - he slid that wet finger 
into her ass! 

Susie screamed her pleasure onto Sasha's clit, and that brought the horse 
off instantly, her own cunt unloading a torrent of equine oils and spunk all 
over the woman's face and into her mouth. Susie sucked hungrily at the new 
taste, wanting all of it she could get. Paul sensed her ecstacy and added to 
it by thrusting his index finger into Susie's cunt, and that motion made 
Susie's knees so weak with pleasure that she dropped back to the floor and 
into Paul's arms. 

For the last, and wildest, pleasure of the night. 

As Susie braced herself in Paul's arms, feeling his hand jacking away at her 
now tender insides, she couldn't hold herself together any longer. To Paul's 
surprise and pleasure, she began to piss! 

All over his hand, the hot stream flowed up to the middle of his forearm. 
Instinctively, Susie reached out for something to steady herself with - she 
was so embarassed with what she was doing - and found herself holding onto 
Paul's cock. 

Which also began to piss. Right towards her lips and face! 

At that same moment, she felt a sensation on her throbbing clit. 

She looked down and saw Paul had his mouth open -- and was drinking her 
piss!!! He quickly arched his eyebrows in pleasure and went back to sucking 
from her clit. 

Susie felt the blast of his pee and did the logical thing. 

She opened her mouth and went down full on his watering cock! 

Her throat began to swallow quickly and reflexively, taking the liquid gold 
all the way down without stopping. As she gulped, her pussy began to ripple 
with a tremendous tsunami of a cum, building up like a powerful 
wave...almost a sensation of giving birth...Paul sensed this and sucked 
harder and harder, and Susie sensed Paul and swallowed harder and faster, 
until they both had nothing left to give. 

Susie gulped the last of Paul's piss down, and then - as she lifted her 
mouth from his wet prick - got one last surprise, this a shot of his creamy, 
sweet cum onto her lips and tongue, a single blast she caught like a dollop 
of honey and ran over her teeth. Paul leaned down to her face and kissed 
her, savoring his cream and his gold with her innermost fluids, a taste that 
made the both of them shudder and hug tightly. 

They sat there for long minutes in each other's snuggling arms, only able to 
say "I love you" to each other softly, so worn out were they from their 
intense erotic play... 

Fucking King would have to wait for another night, and that would be a night 
real soon, but for now the two needed rest. And one thing was for sure: As 
soon as she got home, the first thing Susie Hansen was going to do with her 
life was pack her bags! 

And move all her things to the White Rose Stables, right into the same 
bedroom with her new boyfriend. She smiled at the thought as she and Paul 
got up and begain to dress to go back to the house. 

To their house. No, she thought - their home. 

And he's not my boyfriend, she smiled. 

He's my man ! 

When the sun rose the next day, Susie's mom walked in to her bedroom and 
found it empty. Within moments, she was on the phone to the McGregor ranch. 
"Hello," said a lilting voice on the other end of the McGregor phone, this 
one in the master bedroom upstairs. 

"Good morning, this is Mrs. Hansen, is my daughter there," the older woman 
said breathlessly. 

"Yes I am, Mom, and I'm fine, you don't have to check on me like I'm a 
little girl or something anymore," said Susie, doing her best to keep from 
cracking up. She was wearing one of Paul's white terrycloth robes, rubbing a 
towel briskly through her luscious and freshly showered hair when the phone 
rang. 

"What time did you get there, young lady," her mother said in a slightly 
outraged tone. "Well before sunrise, because I had some work that needed to 
be done here and I did not want it to wait," said the new woman. "I wasn't 
getting much sleep because it was on my mind, and I figured I'd be of more 
good here working than home trying to sleep. 

Are you satisfied? It's not like I got out a miniskirt, put on makeup and a 
tube top and went to stand on a streetcorner or something." Susie delivered 
this line with as straight a face as possible and then held the receiver a 
good foot away from her ear, moving the phone away from here as fast as she 
could, to avoid the shock and painful piercing of the expected oncoming, 
near-hysterical scream. 

"SUSIE HANSEN!", her mother screeched. "Don't you DARE talk to me like that, 
young lady. I'm still your mother, do you understand?" 

Paul by now had walked into the room, his own hair in a towel and his own 
body in a white terrycloth robe that matched Susie's. He reached for the 
phone and took it from Susie's hand, his presence momentarily startling her 
- she did not even notice he was there until his body touched hers - until 
she turned and wrapped her arms around his strong, manly form, her face 
snuggling into his chest. 

I wonder what Mom would have thought of us about 90 minutes ago, Susie 
thought quietly. That's when the two had awoke and started the day in Paul's 
specially constructed shower, spending a good 40 minutes in the steamy, 
piping hot water cleaning and cuddling and sucking and fucking each other 
before moving over to the nearby sauna for another 30 minutes of crotch 
munching and fingering. They ended their morning play with another few 
minutes in the shower, this time showering each other's hair with Paul 
giving Susie one more dose of what he called playfully his "secret internal 
creme rinse" - another blast of his hot and thick cum in Susie's quivering 
snatch, which he then licked out of his woman as she leaned back against the 
shower wall trembling with the pleasure of her orgasm. 

"Hi, Mrs. Hansen, this is Paul McGregor, you don't ever have to worry about 
your daughter because I could never have found anyone more dedicated and 
devoted to this place if I tried," he said with a smile on his face and calm 
in his voice. The angry woman on the other end quickly changed her tune once 
she heard the gentleman speak to her. 

"Ohhh," said the startled Hansen matriarch. She flustered quickly and then 
tried to speak in a relative similarity of intelligent and lucid 
conversation. "Well, I..I jus...just...was concerned..." 

Susie quickly snatched the phone. "You mean you were just nosy, Mom, I know 
you by now," she said into the receiver in a mix of anger and deadpan 
boredom before giving it back to a near hysterical Paul, who quickly 
regained his bearings when he saw the tightlipped look on his lady. She 
loosened her face long enough to reach up and peck his lips with a smile, 
then resumed rubbing out her hair. He quickly spoke into the phone. 

"Mrs. Hansen, would you and your husband please join me and your daughter 
for dinner here, tonight?" Paul's question startled Susie in an instant; she 
stopped rubbing her hair and pulled the towel over her shoulders in a flash, 
her eyes going wide in astonishment and her mouth as wide in shock. "I do 
make a very good chicken and rice dish I'd like the two of you and your 
daughter to share with me - I really hate to eat alone." This last line he 
said with a knowing smile to Susie, who was now snuggling with him again. 

Susie's mom agreed, saying she'd let her husband know of the change in plans 
for that night. Paul said his goodbyes and offered the phone to Susie, but 
she had already dropped to her knees to begin nursing on her new boyfriend's 
raging cock. The receiver went off with a loud click at about the same time 
Susie held Paul's thick penis upright and lowered her entire throat down the 
length of his skinshaft. 

The dinner went wonderfully that night, Paul proving to be an excellent host 
and conversationalist, surprising the Hansens with his stories and thoughts 
and ideas, especially his effusiveness and heart felt gratitude over meeting 
Susie. In a moment of quiet pause, Susie's father stepped over to Paul, a 
second that made Paul flinch inside with a wonder of whether or not he had 
scared these people. 

"My friend, you seem to be who my daughter has been looking for," the older 
man said with a smile, holding out his hand in friendship. 

"Please understand that she's all we got..." his voice trailing off as an 
unexpected tear came to his eye, an emotion that took Paul aback. 

"Just take care of our baby," Susie's father said before the tears overtook 
him and he smiled. Paul nodded with a broad smile of his own and shook her 
father's hand. In the kitchen, Susie and her mother were embracing at that 
same moment, after the talk they had which convinced the older woman her 
child's, her daughter's, her baby woman's place was here with this man. 

As his fiancee, and his wife. 

And, after her mom and dad went home, as Paul's bed partner. 

Her parents agreed to help her and Paul pack her things first thing in the 
morning so she could move in with her boyfriend, so happy were they for her 
that they cared less what the town would think. Paul had already made up his 
mind on a gift for his new lady... 

...but that night was taken up by King finally getting his cock into his 
mystery mare, as Paul laid underneath her and licked her cunt while Susie 
filled her mouth with his cock. And just in case they ever forgot how to get 
into that position again, Paul had set up his video camera in just the right 
spot... 

It had been an amazing passage of events since that special dusk. 

Now the sun was shining, a Saturday in the blazing autumn. 

Susie McGregor saw the now-glowing sunrise and stirred, a contented smile 
broadening on her radiantly womanlike face. She slowly lifted the covers off 
of her form, noticing that Paul was gone - he said he would be up very early 
to do some work in and on the barns - and she stretched her arms away from 
her sides and chest, feeling the blood in her work out the morning 
stiffness. The nearby clock showed 7:59 a.m. 

She wore a light blue, almost airy full-length nightgown, a diphanous 
material that would have vanished in the right light, leaving the 
unsuspecting gazer to believe she was naked. The satin-soft fabric rested 
against her skin like a cooling cover, so good against her body - which now 
was holding two lives inside. 

She was now approaching the start of her ninth month, the ending of her 
solitary life as a female and the beginning of that road only women can say 
they have chosen to travel. She bounded slightly on the bed and then glided 
upward with an agility that even surprised her, so big was she by now. Her 
parents were transformed by the news of their impending grandchild, from 
boring housebound creatures to a pair of fussing and loving birds that 
almost seemed relieved to be getting a second chance to watch a child grow 
up before them. For Paul, the fact he was to be a father - he insisted the 
real word was "daddy" - had finished his transformation to liberation, the 
responsibility about to rest on him giving him a confidence and peace he 
never dreamed of in his lonesome past. 

How quickly things had moved, she thought. Since that January night they had 
romping in the paddock, it had taken Paul only five months to propose to 
her, which he did during a short trip they took to Europe to celebrate the 
start of summer. How romantic it was to be standing on top of the Eiffel 
Tower and hear him ask her for the honor of being her husband, instead of 
him asking her to be his wife... 

Susie moved from the bed toward the east side of the bedroom, seeking the 
rising sun's light. She approached the sliding glass doors and, taking the 
large oak handle in her hand, parted them and stepped outside onto the 
wooden deck, which overlooked the almost endless meadows of the stable. She 
moved slowly across the deck, the fresh air falling on her skin like a 
blanket of calm and contentment. 

Her belly reached the railing before the rest of her did. She looked down at 
herself and smiled ever brighter, her right hand lazily raising to touch the 
top of this baby-filled tummy. Inside her was Paul's first child, which 
tests had shown to be a son. They already had a name for him, Brandon 
Francis McGregor, but just in case the tests were a little off, Brenda 
Francine McGregor was at the ready. 

She thought back for a minute to the first breakfast when she met and served 
Paul, when he came in the diner. Many was the time they had been back to 
enjoy those yummy meals, but now they were not only the best patrons of the 
place - they also owned it! More rays of the sun shone through the clouds, 
and Susie raised her head and closed her eyes to take in more and more of 
that loving warmth from above. 

She could not have written a script better than this: A man who loved and 
cared for her, loved the same things she did and in the same way (although 
the baby had slowed down their play with the horses, it only served to 
increase their own horseplay), and now was with her and in her life, and she 
in his, for the rest of their days. 

She looked down and opened her eyes to gaze at the distant meadow, fenced 
around its edges so that the horses that ran within it were safe from their 
own curiosity and protected from outside harm. She saw a motion from the 
right corner of her eye and glanced, and then smiled her largest smile of 
the morning, as she saw King and a colt - his son - galloping over the wild 
green carpet for all they were worth. 

At that moment, she twitched with a start as Brandon flexed his own muscles 
and legs inside her. She bent down to look at herself and her crowning 
achievement, a tear of joy coming to her eye as she moved her hand into her 
gown to touch her tummy directly. 

She thought back to the night in February when Sasha foaled King's first 
colt, and the fun she had as the little, spindly legged wonder blinked his 
eyes and rose up for the first time. Paul moved over to hug his young wife, 
whom he had married just before Christmas in a small, bright, loving 
ceremony in front of the Christmas tree in their house - a tree they had 
decorated with ornaments, light tinsel, loving candles and the most 
distinctive feature, white roses - and got the surprise of his life on, of 
all days, Valentine's Day as she spoke gently and lovingly to him. 

"That's not the only foal that's going to be born here this year," she said, 
turning to him with a soft smile and a glow in her eyes that all but 
telegraphed the meaning to her husband. Paul saw the look and slowly took 
her in her arms, his eyes filling with happy tears... 

From behind her, Paul bent close and slipped his loving, manly hand and arm 
atop hers, his left arm coming around to hand his beloved Susie a single, 
fully-blooming white rose he had taken from one of the bushes that stood its 
silent welcome at the entrance to their home and stable, the flower from 
which their land and hearth took its name. He had seen her on the deck when 
he had stepped inside, and moved over to her so slowly and softly she had 
not heard his footsteps, so engrossed and happy was her attention. 

The aroma of the posy filled her nostrils and made her swoon back slowly 
against her husband, her pregnant body filling his arms in a perfect fit. 
She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered the loving feel of his 
steaming tongue on her cunt the night before, as he licked her throbbing 
swollen babygate and gave her such a shuddering cum it was a wonder she 
didn't break her water with her quaking. 

Paul nuzzled Susie's beautiful mane, which had become a blazing red and had 
thickened sumptuously due to her pregnancy, and kissed his wife's glowing, 
mother-filled cheeks, savoring that skin texture that blesses every woman 
making and having a baby. Their lips met, and their breaths tried every way 
possible to communicate their love for each other, a love first manifested 
by their horses and now secured for the rest of their lives by their budding 
family. Susie had told Paul she wanted to have at least two kids and was 
surprised when Paul said "why stop there if we like them?" She decided at 
that moment to have as many babies as her body and his willpower would 
allow, and to make sure they never went without in the most important area, 
the love and the trust of their parents. 

They slowly parted their kiss. "I love you," they said at the same moment, 
so quietly to each other the very breeze drowned out the hearing of anyone 
else that would've been more than a foot away. 

Susie smiled widely. "Morning, daddy," she said gently and caringly, her 
tummy now brushing up against her husband's front. Paul smiled and said 
nothing, but slowly bent forward and, parting his darling's nightgown, 
kissed the top of her bulging belly softly. 

Susie felt the first of several tears of love and joy roll from her eyes; 
Paul saw them as he raised up, and flicked his tongue out to lick them from 
her cheeks. As Susie regained her composure, Paul smiled at her. "I can't 
believe how lucky a man I am, to have a wonderful woman like you in my life 
and as my life," he said, a tear in his own eye. 

Susie raised up as best she could and, with her own tongue, licked the tear 
from his eyelid. She drew back and wrapped her arms around his firm and 
loving neck. "Believe it," she smiled, cuddling forward to him. "I've got 
the proof in me, don't I?" She said that last line with a broad smile, 
momentarily backing up to show off her tummy once more before snuggling 
against him again, this time much tighter. 

Paul smiled back, caressed her hair and glanced at the meadow, seeing King 
and the colt they'd named Prince. The full name of the colt was 
APrinceOfAKing, but Prince was good enough. As they looked at the stirring 
sight in the field, they both had the same thought: Of a day in their 
oncoming future, when they - on King and Sasha - took Prince in between them 
and let their Brandon enjoy for himself what had brought them together, and 
him ultimately here. 

As they stood watching, the sun finally parted the clouds. Morning was here, 
and the weather was such to inspire horses to whinny and run.
