HIGH IN THE SADDLE
By The Author


Foreword

Gwen strapped the brushes to the backs of her hands and gave the high-spirited stallion
a brisk massage in long, caressing strokes.
"Nice boy," she told him reassuringly.
She stepped in closer and began giving him even more vigorous brushes.
She rubbed his tawny flanks and made circles in the coat of his fabulous hind quarter.
She stroked his mane and followed the trail of his striated muscles all the way down his
legs.
The horse grew more compliant under her nurturing hands.
From time to time, he reared his head or tossed his mane or twitched vigorously. But
she knew her mount well enough to know these were signs of impatience rather than
any shows of that famous temper of his.
Thus far, he had held it in check admirably.
A few glances from the corner of her eye told her that the dark, heavy hanging folds of
flesh and muscle between his hind quarter had not yet stirred.
There were no signs of an erection yet, but that would come later.
For in addition to being an excellent steed and nearly a thoroughbred, Firebrand was an
incredibly hot horse. His hard ons were magnificent to see and touch.
Gwen could feel herself getting aroused just thinking about.
She smacked her lips together in anticipation of the moment when she would crawl
beneath the stallion's back legs and rip the thickish curtain of his foreskin wide apart
and glimpse the beautiful beet-red prong of his mighty horse cock.
And then, she would clasp him around the base of his fuck stick and wrap her expert
mouth around ever throbbing vein...


Chapter 1

"Ouch!" the soft, liquid voice of the beautiful blonde girl uttered as she felt her
boyfriend's eight inch cock drive into her tight, tortured pussy.
As soon as the word shot out of her mouth, she bit her lip regretfully.
Darren pulled his cock out a ways and stared down at the thrashing beauty under him.
"Are you okay, Liz? Am I hurting you?"
"Oh, no," she said blithely as she humped her hips back at him. She really MUST try
harder to please him. He was a great lay. Every girl at Wooster's Riding Academy had
said as much.
She felt the hard strong shaft of his prick almost up inside her, digging at her womb.
No, he wasn't hurting her. Well, not physically. But something was wrong. Had been
ever since they began to explore the physical part of their attraction to each other.
"You want me to go a little easier?" the ruggedly handsome guy said as he smoothed a
tussled tendril of her shiny hair down alongside her head.
"Nooooo," she said, tentatively. She squeezed her ass cheeks together hard. She could
feel him okay. He was in there. Christ, his cock wasn't too small. It COULDN'T be.
The thing was as thick as her wrist was flaccid.
"Hmmmmm," Darren said as he pumped his stick in ever more adroitly. The girl had a
deliciously pink and slurpy cunt, though he had the nagging feeling that he just wasn't
doing it for her.
"Oh, yeah," Liz said as she swung her voluptuous hips from one side to another.
She could feel his hard rod rocking from left to right inside her pussy like a giant
pendulum.
She wanted to eat his dick up with her pussy... to chew it to bits. Then, she might
REALLY feel something, something firm and final... something righteous... something
ORGASMIC instead of this persistent gnawing tickle of sensation. Odd that she should
feel so little considering how big and hot and hard this guy's wang was jutting up inside
of her.
With Darren's help, she adjusted her position. Maybe that would help her feel his cock
a bit more deeply. She lifted her hips as Darren crammed a couple of fluffy pillows
under her tight buns.
Even with the added elevation, Liz failed to feel what she wanted so desperately to feel.
Darren plowed harder inside of her.
There was that tickle again. It was pleasant, she couldn't deny it. But it just didn't catch
fire. She had heard that's what was supposed to happen.
You were supposed to meet a guy... handsome, rich, bright, and hung... like Darren
Katanga and go out with him a few times.
Then, you were supposed to jump into the sack with him and let him fuck the daylights
out of you till your cunt caught fire and exploded.
Or until his cock shuddered like an out of control rocket engine and blasted off inside
your gripping cunt.
That, at least, is how she had heard it was SUPPOSED to happen.
All had gone pretty much according to plan, too. But she had a sinking feeling that she
wasn't going to fulfill her end of the bargain... again.
This was, by her count, the third time they had made it together.
"God your pussy feels hot," Darren said, his compliment coaxing a welcome smile onto
her serious face. "I'd like to fuck you all night like this."
That sounded... okay... but it wasn't exactly what she had in mind either, if she were
going to be truthful with herself.
What she really had in mind was driving back out to the stables and going for a night
ride. She closed her eyes and thought of her beautiful roan stallion... Firebrand. It was
late enough that he would probably be snoozing in his stall now. She could almost feel
the firm tight tufty flanks and smell the leathery, horsie scent of his hide.
"Ooooooh," she said, twisting her hips to take another stab of Darren's firm hard fuck
stick up inside of her. It WAS good, his dick in her.
He was TRYING like hell to please her, too. Every time she moaned he smiled. He was
sincere about wanting to make her happy.
That was nice.
So how come she wasn't on the edge of the ledge of desire over him?
Life was sure strange.
Darren reached down and grasped Liz's calves with his muscular hands. He lifted her
legs off the bed and pulled them up, then flattened them against her chest so that her
knees bent and her tits popped up harder.
Thus splayed out, she felt a little vulnerable. But it wasn't as though she were
frightened. No, come to think of it.
She wouldn't mind being frightened. Problem was, she wasn't frightened enough.
A little fear might feel good right now.
A little danger might make that clit of hers really puff up and pound.
The only thing pounding now was Darren's cock. And it was almost pounding enough
for both of them. In this new position, she could look down between the smooth deep
valley between her ample tits and watch his fuck stick slide in and out.
He had a helluva cock on him. Red and raw and hard and thick and extremely long.
There was something about length on a guy's dick that drew Liz in a way she couldn't
explain or deny.
If she were going to be downright truthful with herself, she would have to say that she
found watching Darren's cock when he fucked her a whole lot more exciting than
feeling it slam inside her.
Oh, it filled her up pretty good, especially in this position with her legs spread-eagled
out and her ass held up by that bank of pillows.
But seeing it was the real hot trip for her. Watching it collide with the tiny little pussy
slit that gripped it like a velvet vise...
Yeah, that was hot.
If only... if only... if only... what?
She didn't even know what.
If only he were a little crazier, or could make her crazier. This whole exercise was fun,
but it seemed so incredibly civilized... so tame.
She thrashed her hips around hotly, urging him to come at her full force with his
conquering cock. He rammed it into her and ground his hips.
She ground hers and stared down as he hauled his prick out.
He stopped at the head.
Take it all the way out," she said, "I want to look at it."
Darren cleared his throat in a way that indicated he found the idea novel, but exciting.
He worked the head of his dick all the way out and came up to his knees.
His cock angled out from Iris body and stood up like a giant salami with a bulge in the
end. The big long vein under Iris shaft pulsed erotically.
The head, fully the size of a May apple and smooth as a mushroom cap, throbbed
deliciously. A clear strand of semen trickled out the hairpin slit in Iris glans.
His shaft shone with a coat of glistening bodily juices as it stuck straight out in front of
him.
"Do you think I could... uh... eat you?"
Darren swallowed a bemused smile. "Don't see why the hell not."
He looked down at the ruffled ridges of her satiny pink pussy. He peeled the hot,
juicing lips back and found the prong of her clit.
It wasn't as hard as he hoped it would be, but it was sizable to begin with and easy to
manipulate with his thumb and forefinger.
He rolled it around like a marble in a sea of hot oil.
He watched as Liz began to smile. "That's nice. Now let me suck your cock."
He managed to brace himself against the head of the bed as he straddled the girl's big.
hard tits and thrust his cock into her face.
She grabbed his rod shaft and fed the tip into her moist, eager lips.
Darren had never had a girl take him once he started to fuck her. Most of them just
couldn't work their way off his dick long enough to consider an alternative in the plans.
Well, he had been told he had a big, juicy one.
Evidently, Liz didn't dispute this. Maybe she was just kind of kinky and needed
someone to bring her out of herself. Fine with him.
He felt the stubs of her hot, rippling nipples against his hairy thighs.
He watched as she licked his dick, admiring it with her eyes as well as her tongue.
"You have a really nice cock," she said lapping at his swollen red glans.
She dipped her tongue into Ids slit and scooped up some clear tacky goo. She didn't
seem to balk at swallowing it.
Or at stuffing the engorged glans into her mouth and sealing her lips around it.
Liz closed her eyes and sucked Darren's hard, vibrating cock knob.
It juiced and quivered between her lips. She had to work to get her mouth around it but
once she had it there, she liked the way it felt.
Little jolts of electricity danced through her body.
Maybe she liked sucking better than fucking.
She had heard some girls did... maybe she was kinky.
She reached one hand up and played with the heavy weight of Darren's beefy balls.
They hung down below his dick like a bunch of grapes.
She pulled at the thick corrugated skin of his sac.
She traced the smooth seam between his bag with the soft pads of her fingers.
There was absolutely NOTHING wrong with Darren's anatomy. Or the way he made
love to her. So how come she wasn't getting off on it?
She resolved to try a real hot suck job on him. She wasn't ENTIRELY sure how to
perform a blowjob, but she had heard a lot and the size and shimmering heat from
Darren's big cock was a powerful inducement.
"Oh, yeah," Darren said as she gulped hard and felt Liz take his shaft down inside her
mouth. She had a fine deliciously wet and muscular mouth on her. She didn't suck like
a pro, exactly.
But then, she wasn't a pro.
He'd had enough of them to know.
She sucked like someone who wanted to try and get it right. She sucked like the earnest
eighteen-year-old girl she was.
He reached back and felt the opening of her pussy. It was still hot and slathering and
quivering. Her clit had engorged a little, but it wasn't as hard as he wanted it to be.
Maybe if she sucked on him, she might get off.
That's what it took for some girls to come.
Maybe Liz was one of them.
Liz let the hard glossy hose of Darren's fuck stick down her throat. She caressed his big
glans with her darting tongue.
She coiled her tongue around his shaft and pumped it.
She diddled his base with her tongue and tightened her lips around it.
She worked his balls into a shuddering mass of protoplasm.
"Fucking suck artist, you are," Darren said, and that compliment made her cheeks
bum... along with the tips of her fabulous tits which already felt like live embers of coal.
Darren worked her nipples around with his fingers, pinching them into hardened bulbs
of aroused woman flesh. He tweaked them gently, adding more muscle and spice to his
actions as he worked.
Liz added more muscle and spice to her mouth actions as she worked on the shaft and
glans of his dick. She stabbed his corona with her tongue and felt his entire stalk
tremble.
She kept a tight bead on his throbbing big red and blue vein as well. The thing felt as
hard as if a cable had been strung up along the full length of his dick flush against it
just under the skin.
The thing made a helluva racket under her tongue.
In and out, Liz pumped the great staff of Darren's mighty dick stick.
Out and in, she launched his fantastically big and pulsating rocket.
Out and in.
Harder and faster.
She stuffed his full rod all the way down her gullet and clenched her mouth around his
base. His rod juiced and bulged under the manipulations of her mouth.
She pulled at his male sac and massaged his balls gently.
He tweaked her tit tips and spun some fingers up her chute. She didn't seem to mind a
bit that he was finger fucking her.
Liz felt it, and she had to admit it made her aroused in a surface kind of way... but
again, nothing deep or abiding.
However, sucking his fuck stick was getting her steamy in her pussy.
She could feel her cunt muscles spasm as the guy rammed his rock hard wang into her
mouth and brought it out again.
She kept her eyes open to see the whole thing.
Watching the long stem of Darren's cock as it slid out of her mouth all coated with her
saliva dew and throbbing and red and distended made her ache inside.
But the ache was a kind of longing.
What the hell was she longing for?
She had the best looking, richest, hottest young man in rural Connecticut on top of her.
And she was sucking his dick!!!!
So what in the world could be missing from her life?
She fisted Darren's cock at the base and took him as far back into her mouth as she
could stuff him. Then, she removed her fist and took him to the hilt.
Darren felt his eyes pop out.
For someone fairly at new at this, and he could tell she was from her technique, she
really had a great deal of mouth elasticity.
Most women had to work for a long time to accomplish what she was doing now...
taking him all the way down inside her mouth and molding herself to him.
She was, indeed, molding her mouth to the shape and strength and length of his
mighty man meat. She was fucking his cock with her mouth.
In and out, she pumped his stick.
Her pussy began to agitate gently.
Under Darren's capable manipulations, her clit began to glow and smart a bit.
Thrashing around, she managed to cling to his dick like a glove to a hand. She
stretched her rubber mouth out and took him completely.
And yet... and yet... she had the nagging, awful feeling that if there were any more cock
on the end of his already large stick, she wouldn't mind trying to take that down her
either.
Or up her.
"Oh, God,' Darren said as he pulled his fuck stick out a bit. "I think you better hold off
for a moment or I'm gonna splash on you."
"Mmmmmm!!!!!" Liz said, churning his dick inside her gripping hot mouth.
But Darren was persistent.
Cautiously, he slid the stem of his fuck stick out of her mouth and teased her lips with
it a moment as he spoke to her.
"I really want you to come, Liz. What would it take to make you get off?"
Liz rose up to her elbows and licked her lips. Her breath was coming in gulps of heated
arousal now, and she had a difficult time focusing.
The whole room looked fuzzy.
Everything looked fuzzy except for Darren Katanga's red raw cock stem.
It looked like the only point of sanity in the entire world right now.
It looked like a huge exclamation point jutting up into the void.
A red randy point of contact.
But how was he supposed to get her off?
She hadn't the slightest idea.
"Well," she said, trying to play fair, "you could always fuck me again."
"Great idea," the compliant guy said and reached down to spread her legs again.
"Wait a minute," Liz said as he edged toward her with the rubbery red pulsating glans
of his man cock. "Could we try another position?"
"Anything you say."
It felt really freaky to even bring this up, but Liz was curious. She had seen horses
mounting each other in the corral. Inevitably, the stallions fucked the mares from the
rear end.
That had always attracted her. Most times, in truth, it made her hot as she was now.
But she had never admitted it to anyone.
She even talked herself into believing that ALL girls felt that way when they saw horses
fucking. It would be a natural impulse.
But not one that polite Connecticut debutantes talked about.
Not with each other anyway.
"Maybe... uh... maybe with me on my knees... or something."
Liz was uncomfortable even suggesting anything so close to doing it like the horses did.
Maybe she was letting Darren in on the truth about her a little too early. Maybe she
was revealing too much about herself.
Some guys used that against girls when they wanted their way. She did, after all, have
her reputation to think of.
The Warrington family was known in this part of Connecticut.
But before she had time to contemplate the consequences of that particular fact, Darren
had flipped her over onto her knees and had one strong arm anchored around her lithe
waist. He pulled her up with it so that she balanced on her knees and hands.
Surprised that the whole thing had happened so effortlessly, she glanced around behind
her and saw the firm hard knob of Darren's big dick glistening in the bedroom light.
It DID make her hot just watching his dick come toward her.
It had hit Darren by now that Liz liked to watch. "You can look through your legs and
catch part of the view," he offered.
She blinked in startled shock as he spoke so openly of her preference, but she looked
anyway. She was too hot not to by now.
Sure enough, the view through her legs was fantastic.
Darren's cock head poised just over the opening of her feverishly pulsating cunt lips.
His balls were clearly visible and the curve of his cock looked even more delicious than
it had in their former missionary position.
And, even better, Liz was about to take it like an animal.
She had a great deal of respect for the animals... sometimes, they made a helluva lot
more sense than humans. Firebrand was a joy.
She licked her lips as she thought of him. She imagined what it would be like to be a
female mare in heat and take that big hard blackish schlong up her cuntal hole.
"Wow!!!!" she said as Darren effortlessly slid his giant wang into her pussy crack. She
watched the red pounding head disappear, then fully half of his thick, hard shaft.
Something about the angle of taking it from behind made her wince twice as hard with
the forces of pleasure than she had that first time they tried to fuck.
And the second and the third.
Yes, this was definitely preferable to the other positions.
Darren's hose eased up inside of her and felt like a huge hot fist.
She gripped him hard with her cunt muscles and let him in deeper as she adjusted her
hips to facilitate his inevitable entry.
She felt him slide into her all the way. She looked between her legs to see the red hot
stem of his schlong no longer where it had been.
All that was visible was that big shuddering bag of ball meat.
She felt her cunt expanding, then contracting.
Her pussy spasmed.
Her clit engorged to a swollen fleshy thumb as Darren rubbed it vigorously.
"OH!!!!" she said, as she realized that she was indeed heating up.
"You feel like a tunnel of flames in there," Darren said as he slammed his hard dick in
all the way to the hilt once more.
Her plushy sluice surrounded his dick.
Her agitated cuntal muscles massaged his shaft.
Her lips clung to his dick base like gripping fingers.
He could sense his ass glowing. Waves of heat radiated back into his bung hole. His
balls shuddered and spun. His dick glowed and vibrated out of control.
It wouldn't be long before he shot if she were going to take him like this and keep
locking her hips around him ever so tightly.
He couldn't hold it much longer if she were going to be this hot around the stalk of his
he-man dick.
He would have to shoot... and soon.
He couldn't help himself.
Liz pounded her hips against the projectile dick thrusting up and out of "her. She let
her cunt muscular fingers chew his dick up.
Her own pussy shuddered and sizzled as he continued plowing into her.
One more plunge like that last one and she would be a goner.
She would HAVE to come.
Each thrust was forcing her ever closer to it.
"Oh, yeah," Darren said pounding his dick into the hot, boiling surf of her deliciously
muscular cunt. It was tighter in there than it had been. But still, he had the sensation
that he could have filled her up some more.
She was sure trying, though.
That fact made him even hotter.
He launched his fiery dick into her pussy and branded her high and hot and hard with
it. He branded the tunnel of her cunt with his dick head.
He planted his insignia on her cuntal flesh.
He felt her sizzle.
As he burned her pussy, so she burned the head of his cock... and the entire shaft. Her
muscles were spasming out of control.
And his dick was ramming her out of control.
In and out he swung it.
Out and in he hammered her pussy.
He beat her cunt savagely with his mighty man tool.
He beat her harder.
Faster.
Wilder.
Stronger.
Longer.
His dick pole slid in and out of her cunt with ferocious ease and ever-increasing heat.
His head pounded. His knees turned to water and his toes curled up.
The massive build up of man come flooded the base of his dick. His balls pumped their
man load into the base of his dick and then up the long tube of his shaft.
"Ohhhhh," he said, no longer trying to fight the inevitable onrush of the hard, heavy
flux of come that barreled down his dick tube.
"Oooooh!!!!" Liz said, delighted that she could feel even THIS MUCH of his dick's
handiwork inside her. Her whole pussy had taken on an even glow.
Her clit had engorged nicely in Darren's hand.
Her bung hole danced with anxious, aroused nerve endings.
And not surprisingly, Darren shot his load.
THE END of his hard reddened glans opened and the load he had been fighting so
hard to maintain spewed out the end of his pecker.
He felt it blast the girl's cunt in a powerful spray of heat and force.
Liz bucked her hips hard as he shot into her.
She wanted to come. Oh, she wanted to come so desperately. She really had felt that
she was close, but she wasn't THERE... not really.
Not yet.
But Darren was there.
She slammed her hips back up into his pubic bone and took the full blast of his man
come into her slimy pink cuntal chute.
The stuff rained over her glossy hole flesh and splattered her womb. Some of it trickled
out the slit of her cunt.
She blinked in startled surprise.
Darren had come inside of her.
Well, that is what she wanted. The only thing missing was that she hadn't come, too.
And she had longed to... oh, how she had longed to.
There wasn't anything she could now except to stay polite and grateful. That wouldn't
be hard, after all, she had been well brought up.
She WAS glad he hadn't given up on her. A few had. They had fucked with her a
couple of times and when she didn't come they claimed her a cold bitch and split.
But Darren was different.
She sure hoped he was anyway.
But once he pulled his dick out and turned his steely eyes away from her, she wasn't
exactly sure. She wanted to set things right.
She leaned over and took the stick of his still rock hard pecker in her hand and licked
the last drops of pearly come off the end of his red glans.
He was polite, but not enthusiastic.
"Next time," she whispered at last, "next time, I just KNOW you'll get me off. I'll try
harder. I promise."
Darren cast her a dubious grin and pulled her into his manly shoulders. "I thought I
was supposed to try harder," he joked amiably. "And from the way things went tonight,
I don't know if I'll succeed."


Chapter 2

At the very moment Elizabeth Warrington was snuggling her head into Darren
Katanga's welcoming warm chest, another drama was taking place less than ten miles
away.
A tall, willowy girl with a long jet black braid running down her back slipped out the
back door of her apartment above the Wooster Stables garage and moved stealthily
toward the horses' stalls.
She had repeated this maneuver so many times, she knew her path by heart. She knew
exactly where to stop and pause and wait for any signs of stirring coming from the big
house where the stable owners slept.
Her moccasins made almost no sound as she crept down the main aisle of the stables
and walked past the stalls where the horses, all of them familiar to her, slept or
munched silently on oats.
Turning toward a stall marked, "Firebrand," she slipped the latch open and stepped
inside. The big roan stallion barely looked up.
So used to her scent was he, that she was past getting him riled by now.
She confronted him squarely and stared into the big liquid smoke eyes with lashes
longer than her bangs. She reached up and caressed the white diamond mark on his
forehead.
"Nice boy," she said, bringing her cheek alongside his glossy pink and black jowl. She
loved the smell of the animal even here in the stall. "Oh, yeah. You're a really nice boy,
Firebrand."
The horse let a jet of steam out his nostrils without flaring them.
He seemed content to let the young girl fondle him in this way.
She reached into the pocket of her tight faded jeans and brought forth a sugar cube.
She placed it in the hot, moist cave of his mouth and felt his slurpy huge tongue engulf
it.
"You wanna go for a nice ride tonight, Firebrand, boy?"
The horse lowered his head and butted her in the chin.
"You want another sweet, don't you, Firebrand? Well, you can have one. I promise.
We're gonna go for a nice smooth ride tonight, boy. I know you're gonna love it."
Quickly, expertly the tall girl spread a blanket over the horse's firm back.
She placed a bit in his mouth and buckled it into place.
The animal remained passive, though from time to time, he pawed the ground and
threw his head around so that his beautiful chestnut mane brushed against her as she
worked to ready him.
"There," she said, casting around for a box to stand on and mount the beast. "You're all
ready. You look so pretty, Firebrand. You're such a pretty boy."
The animal, as if he understood, tossed his head and bared his white, shiny teeth.
He curled his lip back and thrust his head toward the ground in a gesture that indicated
he was ready for whatever kind of ride lay in store.
The girl climbed atop a thick pine box and grabbed the reins. In an amazingly athletic
gesture, she flipped one leg over the horse's wide back and threw her entire weight
against him.
Lying low on his neck, flush with his brushy mane, she steered him toward the door.
One sure gesture swung the door open, and though he was edgy and ready to go, she
still managed to shut the thing behind her.
Latching it was tricky, but she was used to doing it with her foot.
It was a challenge.
Much like stealing this horse from his stall for a clandestine night ride.
The .summer air was bracing, but warm enough for the light flannel shirt she wore over
her bare, bouncing tits.
She rode low over his neck as she trotted him onto the soft dirt of the corral. Then, she
urged him to pick up some speed.
He cantered like the show well-bred steed he was until she urged him into a gallop.
Hooves pounding against the turf, Firebrand and rider took off into the night, leaving
only a wispy trail of dust in their wake.
Then, at the rider's coaching, the horse broke into a run. The corral fence loomed up
ahead of them as they barreled down onto it.
In one airborne sweep, the horse leapt the fence and sped off into the night.
Then, the girl relaxed.
She always felt much safer once she was away from the Wooster house... far away... the
farther away the better as a matter-of-fact.
The girl clung to the horse's reins and urged him up the steep, grassy hill toward the
trails that led into the back country.
The trails had all been explored numerous times by the people who boarded their
horses at the riding stable. But none of them rode at night.
At least, not on the nights she chose to ride.
A low hanging branch grazed her cheek as she clucked her tongue to drive her mount
into the deepest part of the foliage.
"Yes, boy," she said as she turned the horse a hard right, "I think you're beginning to
know the way by now."
She had taken Firebrand along this route many times. He always handled like a dream.
Of all the horses at the stables, he was her favorite.
She liked his owner well enough, but she didn't handle him nearly as well as he could
be handled. He was a high-strung steed, no doubt, but he needed a firm hand.
She could give it to him.
On through the brush she drove the temperamental stallion until they came to still
another clearing. In the distance, she spied what she was looking for.
A narrow dirt road winding up toward a octagonal weathered bam that served as an
outpost for riders from the Wooster stables during the day.
But not at night.
At night, it served quite another purpose entirely.
"There we are, boy," she said as she dug her moccasins into the firm flanks of the
horse's hide. "Looks like everybody's here now."
She checked her watch. Two-thirty. That was the appointed time exactly. She smiled to
herself as she thought how well she had timed her entrance.
Lights blazed from within the place.
Several familiar trucks and a few horse trailers were parked around the narrow
parameter of the aged, but curiously appealing structure.
A shiny limousine was sitting at a rakish angle to the place. A chauffeur with an official
looking cap sat snoozing behind the wheel.
As quietly as she could, the girl made her way past him.
She headed up the brick driveway toward the building and dismounted silently.
"Hold on boy," she said as Firebrand reared his head.
He was anxious.
He usually behaved this way whenever they got to the structure, which all who ever
attended it had labelled, "the octagon."
She walked to the window in the small door and uttered a few words. A very burly type
in a flannel shirt and work pants opened the door a crack.
"Hi Avery," she said, smiling at him as friendly as a young girl might smile at her
grocer if she met him on the street.
"Oh, Gwen. Come on in. You're right on time."
The burly man opened the latch of the huge, high bam door and admitted both horse
and rider, now on foot and leading her mount.
Once inside, Gwen looked around at the familiar, elegant setting.
Dark oak logs lined the interior and gleamed under the light of low electric torch
beams. "Is Brigette here yet?"
"I understand she won't be," Avery said as he crossed his arms and smiled down at the
girl. "Hello there, Firebrand, boy."
"Is she ill or something?"
"Don't know. Best ask Mrs. Calver. She's in the kitchen."
Gwen turned and led her mount down the long, lavishly laid out aisle toward his stall.
Two grooms assisted her with putting the animal in his gleaming oak wood stall.
"I'll rub him down myself," she said to the man holding the English bristle brushes.
"You don't have to just now."
"Gwen, darling," the elegant woman said as she came running up to her. "So glad you
could make it."
Gwen let the woman kiss her on the cheek. She smelled the woman's expensive
perfume and felt the billowing richness of her floor length caftan.
"Where is Brigette?"
"I don't know yet, dear. I got a call from her husband last night very late, and he told
me she wouldn't be able to make it."
"I wish I'd known."
"Not to worry, Gwen, dear. I'm here. We'll have a good time all the same."
"I'm sure we will, Madeline."
"Would you like a drink before we start?" Gwen gazed at the woman who always
looked great and behaved graciously. Her long salt and pepper hair was done in an
attractive chignon with several wisps falling down around her heart-shaped face.
She was stunning, but she didn't appeal to Gwen all that much. Probably because she
smelled too much like money. It was something Gwen had an innate revulsion of, but
something she needed badly.
So badly that she had come to this place to capitalize on one of her chief desires to nab
some of it.
"I don't think I want anything to drink," she said as Madeline dismissed an attending
waiter. "If everybody's here, I guess we can get started."
"Fine by me," the woman said, smiling warmly. "Just slip out of those... uh... clothes
and come into the ring. Avery will bring Firebrand along."
"Who's here tonight anyway?" Gwen said, idly unbuttoning her blouse.
"Oh, some of the regular crowd. A new young man from Old Westbury in New York. I
understand he's quite wealthy and loves animal acts."
Animal acts! That phrase made Gwen shudder with loathing.
For her, this was not an animal act.
For her, this was her most intense source of sexual expression as well as extra income.
Lord knows Mrs. Wooster didn't pay her a living wage.
Madeline Calver wasn't all that generous either, but she was at least understanding.
Most of the time.
Gwen pulled the lapels of her blouse back and revealed a stunning pair of upturned tits
with perky dark rose nipples jutting out from each mound.
Madeline smiled at her patiently. She never approved of the way the girl dressed. This
was, after all, a high class club.
Why she couldn't show up in a riding ensemble with jodhpurs and a Chesterfield jacket
was a source of endless disappointment to her.
Gwen was great with the horses, but she wasn't really class material.
Gwen unbuckled her jeans belt and wiggled the tight, clinging pants off her fabulous
taut buttocks. Madeline looked down her nose at the spectacle.
The girl had a body a centerfold would envy.
But why she insisted on not wearing any underwear vexed her to no end.
If the girl could really dress right, she would have her disrobe in front of the club
members. But her grungy clothes and the inattentive way she took them off made that
quite out of the question.
Gwen stepped out of her skin tight jeans and kicked them into her hand. She stood up
to reveal a big black bush with lustrous kinky hair.
Her pink slit peeked provocatively out from under the curtain of black hair and looked
as inviting as a sip of grenadine.
The girl slapped her hands onto her svelte hips and spoke to Madeline at last. "Well,
I'm ready if you are."
She took one look through the thick velour curtain to the small group of men and
women who sat out front. Most of the faces were familiar.
They were all ardent horse lovers.
One of them looked unfamiliar. He was a tall, handsome man with an angular face.
Though Madeline had said he was wealthy, he didn't dress in the usual country club
style.
He wore Western boots and jeans and sat with his feet up smoking a cigarette.
He didn't look ill at ease for someone who had just walked into to a very exclusive, very
private club that featured girls and horses coupling in ways that were illegal, immoral
and most certainly arousing.
The fact of the matter was, the Octagon Club catered to one of the most exclusive sex
clubs in the entire northeastern seaboard.
The members paid five hundred dollars a pop to watch girls perform sex acts with
horses. And as far as anyone knew, none of them had ever gone away feeling gypped.


Chapter 3

Gwen strolled out onto the hardwood platform of the smokily lit ring. Applause greeted
her ears. It was polite applause.
Most of the patrons knew her and knew what her specialty was with a horse.
She smiled, gave a perfunctory bow and stepped off the platform and onto the loose turf
of the ring. The circle of turf resembled a circus ring in shape, but was much smaller.
The patrons sat much closer, too.
Though their seats were raked, they were, at all times, in close proximity to the action
that took place inside the ring.
High wooden drums were placed randomly about the ring. These could be stacked up
as the performers wished according to what they would perform with their horse. Avery
led the temperamental stallion into the ring.
He pawed the dirt a bit, but kept his famous temper in control.
"Could I have those brushes, please?" Gwen called to Mrs. Calver. The woman smiled
and appointed one of the grooms to bring them to her.
"Nice boy," Gwen said as she strapped the brushes onto the back of her hands.
She tied the horse's rein around one of the eight stone columns and began talking to
him in low, assuring tones. She stepped close to him.
With the brushes, she began giving him a vigorous massage.
She rubbed his tawny flanks and made circles in the hide of fabulous sinewy hind
quarter. She stroked his mane and followed the trail of his striated muscles all the way
down his legs.
The horse grew more compliant under her hands.
From time to time, he reared his head or tossed his mane or twitched vigorously.
But she knew her mount well enough to know that these were signs of impatience
rather than of any acting up on his part.
She kept her eye pinned on the dark, heavy horse flesh between his hind legs.
There were no signs of an erection, yet, but she knew that would come later.
In addition to being an excellent steed and nearly a thoroughbred, Firebrand was an
incredibly hot horse. His hard ons were magnificent to see and touch.
Gwen could feel herself getting aroused.
The more she stroked the horse's hind quarter, the more aroused she became. She felt
her tits swell and her nipples engorge.
Her cunt lips began twitching and her clit started to protrude through the fleshy hood
of her deliciously pink inner pussy lips.
She could practically hear herself juicing as she stroked the stallion.
After a bit, she pulled the brushes off and began rubbing her fabulous body against the
horse's body. She held her tits in her hands and stroked his flanks lovingly.
She grabbed his mane and rubbed the front of her body into his forelegs. She spread
her legs and thrust her hot, randy pussy into the hard musculature of his legs and into
the taut fleshy parts of his horse's ass.
She grabbed his tail and brushed it up between her legs, drawing her clit out between
the slit of her pussy so that it protruded like a tongue from between either half of her
ample cuntal mound.
She could sense that the horse was growing more aroused.
She beckoned for Avery who came quickly and took the horse's reins as she stepped up
on one of the velour-covered drums and spread her legs wide apart.
She could hear a few gasps from the audience, but that was a good-sign.
A quick glance over the crowd would have revealed several hard bulges in between the
legs of the men who sat there, but she knew it would be distasteful to stare at them.
Madeline had cautioned her to avoid it.
Avery led the animal over to where she sat with her thighs spread wide and her slick
pink crack exposed to everyone present.
A few appreciative remarks rose up from the crowd as Avery led the horse to her. She
made sure that he stood exactly where she wanted him to, positioning him by signaling
to the groom.
She stared down the lush valley of her thick bush and over the protruding clit and into
the eyes of the beautiful roan stallion.
A nod to Avery got him to put his hand in his pocket and bring out a small palm full of
sugar. He spread it over her pussy like fairy dust.
That would get the horse started.
She would do the rest.
Gwen blinked in hot sexual release as the slick, enormously ample tongue of the beast
slurped against her outstretched pussy lips.
God, that animal had a tongue on him.
Unfurled, it covered her cunt completely from view and she knew she had a rather large
one. The thing was always hot and slick and wet... and wonderful.
Her pussy spasmed with arousal the moment the horse's tongue touched her pussy
mount. She reached down and patted the animal's warm snout.
Once, he had bitten her, and she had bled a little, but fortunately, it was on her outer
pussy lips so no lasting damage was done.
He was a fiery steed, but that is part of what made him so arousing to her.
His tongue fluttered over her clit and came to land all the way down over her pink anal
sphincter. That made her even hotter.
She could hear moans of pleasure coming from the audience. Mostly, they just watched,
though occasionally a couple might begin lovemaking in their seats.
She knew for sure they did it when they got home because so many of the same couples
kept coming back again and again...
"Oooooh," she breathed as the tender wet tongue of the horse collided with her cunt. It
practically washed over her entire body in one long, unbroken stroke.
The slurping thing felt like velvet stroking her everywhere.
Her nipples tensed to huge rubbery prongs of tantalized woman flesh.
Her cunt jiggled and juiced.
Her clit engorged and vibrated hard against her lips.
And against the horse's tongue as he licked her in long, loving strokes.
"Oh, yeah," she uttered as the enormous wet thing enveloped her pussy once more.
No telling how long he would keep this up.
If he stroked her clit a few more times just the way he had been going, she was bound
to have an orgasm. She came very easily on the end of this particular horse's tongue.
Aggressively, his tongue flattened her clit, then slid off it and slurped her splayed out
cunt hole. It wormed its way into her slit a bit, and made her shiver.
Delight worked its way up and down her spine.
Sheer arousal found its way into the far reaches of her entire body.
Her knees went watery.
Her pussy quivered.
The huge horse's tongue swung at her again and blanketed every inch of her cunt and
ass as well as half her thighs.
"Oh, yeah," she said, resisting an urge to rub her clit and get herself off immediately.
Madeline had warned her against that, too.
"This isn't a masturbatory display," she told her when she had first invited her to join
the club. "You'll be performing an elegant sexual spectacle. Just be sure you don't touch
your pussy when the horse's tongue is on it."
Gwen was engulfed with arousal.
Every inch of her body quaked.
Immediately, she flipped herself over and shoved her ass into the horse's snout. He
responded on cue by sticking his huge hard and dripping wet tongue into her cleft.
He tongued her entire pussy and ass in loud, smacking licks.
He shoved his tongue in hard to the space between her legs and washed over her clit
and quivering cuntal lips. He bathed every inch of her pussy.
He licked her ripe, rosebud ass to a burnished ring.
He lapped at her taut buttocks and nibbled at her backside.
Gwen couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to come too early. If he kept up this
wild licking action, she was going to pop right now!!!
Her entire being strained to cut off the erotic sensations from taking over her brain
completely. She swallowed hard and wiggled her hips.
Her hardened nipples draped down and brushed against the rich velour material,
making her even hotter. She HAD to come.
There was no way she could hold off. She would have liked to, but it just wasn't
possible. This devilish tongue was driving her to the edge
"Oh," she said and a squeal of delight followed that utterance. "Oh, God!!!"
She moaned and pumped her voluptuous hips around in hot, erotic circles, forcing the
animal's tongue to invade every part of her sexual being.
She felt the slow, anguished climb to climax.
Her pussy spasmed hot and out of control.
Her clit shuddered and shook.
Her ass gyrated in every direction.
She went off like a Roman candle.
"Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Oh, do that to me... oh, yeah!!!!!!"
Clearly the audience knew that she was getting off. Most of them watched in awe at
how aroused the beautiful young girl was on the end of the mighty steed's enormous
hot wet tongue.
Gwen fell over the edge of the abyss and hit a small, fluffy cloud. She regained her
equilibrium after several hot, hard breaths.
"Ooooh," she heard someone in the audience say. "It was a familiar voice. A young
woman whose husband brought her here on a regular basis.
Apparently, they both loved the display because they always spoke very nicely to her.
They had invited her to their country place many times, but Madeline had always
insisted she not go.
Even though Firebrand kept licking, Gwen determined to finish her little display with a
very hot specialty of hers.
She called Avery again and helped her to place the horse's hooves up on a high drum so
that she could have access to his huge horse's cock.
And to his big, hard balls.
The things grew like coconuts between his legs.
Gwen collected herself and got down on her knees. There was room under the beautiful
stallion's flanks for her, but the audience, of necessity, had to move in closer.
That was fine, as long as they didn't block the light, as sometimes happened.
They were all eager to see her suck the horse's mighty red dick.
Firebrand couldn't stay up on that drum for as long as it took her to suck his horse
cock, but this would get them both off to a good start.
Once she had him hard, he could be lowered to a standing position, though he needed
a lot of attention from an expert groom because he tended to get very feisty.
Gwen made her way to Firebrand's big black fuck stick.
The thing was fully as long as a man's forearm, though the head tended to be the same
size as the shaft on most horses she'd seen.
Still, she preferred it to a man's cock.
Not only was it longer, stronger, meatier and every so much tastier, it was set into the
rear flanks of a horse.
Men were not exactly Gwen's cup of tea.
Give her a horse cock any day.
Horses, in her estimation, were much better company than any man she had ever
known.
She made herself comfortable on the loose turf floor and began rubbing the horse's
gigantic meat stick. The fleshy black sheath that surrounded his big, ornery wet dick
parted under the expert maneuvering of her hands.
She watched with mounting awe and arousal as the thing shot out the thick horse flesh
sheath and pointed straight at her.
It was crimson red from tip to base and scrolled with beautiful veins of all sizes and
shapes everywhere along its shaft.
She admired it as she held it breathlessly between her cupped hands.
She leaned over and rubbed her hardened nipples along the fiery shaft. It was tense as a
steel pole.
She salivated at the thought of licking the big horse's mighty red fuck stick.
"Mmmmm," she said as she stuck her tongue out and made contact with the slimy hot
red rod that jutted out between the steed's hind quarter.
The taste of his cock meat was delicious to her. There was nothing she would rather do
than suck it to her heart's content.
Her only regret was that she lacked the necessary mouth expansion to take the whole
hose down her mouth and blow it properly.
But, lacking the kind of anatomy that would permit such a gesture, she was limited to
licking the huge thing all over.
That suited her well enough indeed.
It also suited the people in the audience who watched the deed.
Most of the men had huge bulges in their pants by now. Some of them were clinging to
their girlfriends or wives.
But one young man, the one who had only joined "the club" recently and was there for
the first time that night, sat with his hands braced along the chair in front of him and
dug his chin into the muscles of his arm.
He was hot.
But in a different way from the others.
His cock tugged at his pant legs, but it wasn't swollen to a full erection.
He enjoyed the sight of the beautiful willowy girl sucking the horse's cock, but he
wanted more. That is why he had come to the octagon.
And watching the sight of this spirited girl licking the elongated tube of the stallion's
hard cock, he knew he had come to the right place.
As an appetizer goes, the scene before his eyes was fine.
But he wanted more.
And he would search to the far corners of the earth to see it. In fact, he had spent a
good deal of his time doing just that.
"Ooooh," he heard the gorgeous girl say as she closed her eyes and got into the sucking
job in earnest. Her tongue was working fast and feverishly over the long hard rod
sticking out of the horse's loins.
She twirled her tongue around and around the full, vibrating horse cock shaft.
Around and around she swung it.
She pressed her lips together and kissed the thing all over.
Her technique was enviable, but what really kept her audience intrigued was her intense
sincerity. The girl was really getting off on this.
This was no carnival side show.
This was the real thing.
Gwen swept her tongue around over the hard, filmy fulcrum of the horse's big red dick.
From time to time, she managed to fit a bit of the hard knob into her mouth, but
physical limitations kept her from sucking it down.
She worked the animal's balls gently with her fingers, pulling them and relishing the
feel of the coarse hair that bristled from them.
The skin was like seal skin and the hardness of them made her crazy with lust.
She spun her tongue around the full red tip of the horse's mighty prong and tasted his
essences. The slimy string of goo that flowed out his cock slit engaged her attention for
a while.
She sucked it back into her mouth hard and felt some of the abundant juice trickle out
the corners of her mouth.
Her audience could plainly see that she was drinking the horse's semen greedily.
She slurped and lapped at the horse's fiery cock stick as she drank ever more of the
stuff and continued to suck him all over.
Gwen got into her favorite position which was directly under the elongated red tube.
From that position, she could look up and see the bulging king size vein that ran up
and down the horse's prick.
Also, she could lap him to her heart's content in that position.
Every time she stuck her tongue out, she found a new spot to lick. There was just no
end to the places on this huge, slick cock she could find to stick her tongue and swirl it
around.
She dove into the flared cock slit at the end of his knob. She scooped out as much tacky
liquid as she could and swallowed it all.
There was something about that taste that drove her insane with lust.
It was a bittersweet combination of butter and salt... sweat and grass... and Gwen loved
it. She could drink as much of it down as the horse could emit.
"Oh, yeah," somebody said from the crowd as she made quick work of his prick by
lapping him all over the thing. She was expert at working her tongue in a hurry.
She had gotten most of her practice from the horses she managed to spirit away for the
nights when she came up here.
Or from the ones Mrs. Calver provided her with.
But she had seldom done this tongue work on a man.
She began to vibrate her tongue as she licked.
The crowd went wild with approval.
Groans and grunts and moans were heard all over the house.
No one in the crowd was so gauche as to yell out anything except a word of
encouragement or approval. But Gwen could tell her crowd was appreciative.
Watching from the wings, Madeline Calver could tell it, too. If only Gwen could take
the beast inside her cunt.
But alas, this particular girl wasn't built for it.
In every other way, she was perfect. She loved the animals and was a true connoisseur
of their rather abundant cocks.
She was an excellent horsewoman and a good girl. Well, she didn't dress right, but
Madeline could chalk that up to the fact that Gwen was a stable hand... not the scion of
a wealthy Connecticut horsie set family.
It would certainly suit the patrons more if she could take that animal up her cunt, but
that was wishing for something that just wasn't possible.
She would need a very special girl to do that.
Brigette could manage it somewhat with a lot of help from her husband and Gwen. But
Brigette was a nymphomaniac and totally unreliable.
She'd missed more performances lately than she'd shown up for.
Right now, Gwen was her ace in the hole.
She knew there had to be a young woman out there somewhere who would try to mate
with a horse. One whose sexual anatomy could withstand the extreme pressure.
There were such girls.
Only they were rare.
She herself was fortunate in being able to fuck with one if the size of his member were
smaller than the horse she was watching now.
And her husband totally approved. In fact, it was because of their keen interest in this
type of sexual activity that she and Roland had begun the club.
But paying members, especially ones who paid as high as this crowd, liked to see very
young girls take on a big stud.
She was a glamorous and beautiful woman. But she was not young anymore. That
made a difference. She thought about her predicament as she watched Gwen lap the
fiery stick of the beautiful big stud stallion.
Gwen worked her mouth to one side and played the horse's cock like a mouth organ...
a giant mouth organ. She pushed her tongue all over his slimy stick.
She wiped it every which way.
She ate the horse's cock in a thousand different variations with her hot, craven vibrating
tongue. And in the pit of her stomach, she longed to be able to do even more with him.
To do the entire sex act.
To take him all the way into the cunt that yearned for his big baseball bat cock.
To make love to him completely.


Chapter 4

Gwen sat under the horse's flanks and licked his slick red cock.
The thing was fully as long as her forearm and took every bit of strength she had to
anchor her lips around.
But it was hotter than anything she knew of, and she was crazy for it.
The clear trickle of drool that emitted from the horse's slit had turned into a rampaging
river. Gwen gulped at it, swallowing as much as she could.
It wouldn't be long now before he came.
She brought her wrists in tightly around the base of his big red cock and began sliding
up and down it. Her hands, even unlocked, were totally inadequate to the task.
Up and down, she slid her wrists, letting her massaging fingers follow along after them.
She stuck the horse's fuck stick tip into the wide "O" of her mouth.
Of course, it wouldn't stay there.
It was gyrating far too out of control to respect its place.
But by bobbing and weaving and keeping her eye on the thing, Gwen could pretty well
keep her mouth centered around it, even though she couldn't take it down inside her
throat.
But she wanted to.
With every fiber of her being, she strained to suck him inside her mouth.
Every three or four bobs, she would almost succeed, and the crowd would encourage
her. But the sheer size and weight of the horse's cock prevented her from completely
engulfing it.
And from sucking it down.
Still, Gwen gave a fantastically arousing blowjob.
Because the horse's cock rested outside her mouth, everyone around could see exactly
what she did to it. It was no deep, dark secret.
And what she did to it was give it the meanest, hottest, sexiest tongue lashing anyone
present had ever seen. Gwen was the champ when it came to sucking horses.
This one, they knew, was very near to exploding.
Gwen didn't look far from shooting herself.
She licked and slurped and swallowed and tossed her head around in growing
excitement. Firebrand was restless with arousal.
He bucked his head and stomped his hooves into the turf.
Around and around, Gwen plied her tongue.
Over and over the magnificent fiery red tube of the horse's stick she laced her tongue.
She stabbed him with it. She jabbed him with it.
She darted it in and out of the silken black sheath at the root of his cock base. She
massaged his balls furiously.
She ran her whole head up and down, licking him everywhere.
Up and down the entire long, slick stem of the mighty steed's cock, she ran her tongue.
She pushed it all over his prick and felt his horse flesh shudder.
"Mmmmmm!!!! ' she said, growing fantastically aroused by the sensation of him
approaching the moment of climax.
She put her tongue to the task even more fervently. She lapped him in long, hard lashes
all the way up one side of his cock and down the other.
Up and down.
Harder and faster.
Wilder and wetter.
Until... the horse gave out with a pent up burst of noise. He bared his teeth and gums
and reared up. He pawed the air a moment.
Then, a fountain sprung out from the tip of his huge, rock hard stick.
A hot, whitish fountain of horse come.
A blast of spewing juice that shot forth like a geyser.
Gwen went wild with passion.
She smiled and opened her mouth. She let the horse's come rain into it. She ate it with
relish. She chewed it and smeared it over her face.
She plastered it onto her neck and tits.
She pressed the base of the horse's cock hard and felt his washboard rippling stomach
contract hard. More spunk flew out of his penis.
She drained him dry and spread the stuff all over her naked body.
Crazed, with animal lust, she spread her legs and greased her cunt liberally with the
abundant come juice from the stallion's cock.
It took her less than a minute to come.
All she needed, so it would seem was the feel of that hot, thick horse come to make her
shudder to a volatile, screaming climax.
She inserted two fingers into her pussy and felt her cunt muscles spasming out of
control, very near to coming before she even got them inside.
A few hard whisks of her fingers into her cunt and she was on her way to orgasm.
She stuffed as much of the delicious horse come as she could up inside her pussy and
fucked herself with her fingers to climax.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!!!!!!" she said as she felt the elevator take off inside her cunt. It flew all
the way up to the penthouse of her brain and eased its way back down into her genitals.
They glowed from warmth and excitement.
Before she could bring herself back to a normal state of behavior, the audience was
applauding politely and moaning with delight.
She had delivered a good show.
And, she had gotten herself off in the process.
Avery led Firebrand off, though he was none too happy about it. She managed to
collect herself and get out of the ring just as the lights went low.
The next act would not include her, unless she wanted to be included. She thought she
had better get the horse back since it wasn't hers.
She walked past a young chestnut stallion that Mrs. Calver owned. A woman from the
audience would be asked to come up and perform with the horse.
This usually included someone coaxing his wife or girlfriend to give it a try. There was
no pressure for anyone to do anything they didn't want.
But what never failed to surprise Gwen was how far some of these women would
actually go to please their husbands or boyfriends.
She had never actually seen any of them take a horse the way she had, but there were
lots of times when one of the more willing volunteers would take her clothes off and
attempt to jerk off a horse.
Occasionally, she had seen some women who craved it. Perhaps they might be acting
out a fantasy. But the woman who craved horse cock was vastly different than the
woman who was just doing it on a dare or a bet or for fun.
Gwen could always pick them out.
That was how she had met Brigette and Carlo. It was the first time she had seen a
woman take a horse cock up her cunt.
Not all the way, because it was her first time, but enough to make Gwen crazy with the
idea. She had tried it often, but without much success.
She cursed her anatomy for not allowing it to accommodate a big, juicy horse cock.
But then, she had the next closest thing in Brigette.
A very sexual woman who would do anything to get off and loved it with horses. Plus a
husband who not only approved but participated.
But where were they tonight?
Gwen stepped into a stall that had been refurbished as a shower and cleaned herself off.
She dried quickly and wrapped the towel around her.
Making her way out toward the place where she had left her clothes, she spied the tall,
good-looking newcomer. She smiled politely.
He strode up and offered her a hand.
"Russell Slade," he said shaking her hand ever so gently. "And you're?"
"Gwen."
Gwen looked a little shyly down at the floor. Madeline didn't like her talking to club
members when she wasn't around.
"You were great," he said with an amiable grin.
"Oh, thank you." A little ripple of noise came from the ring and Gwen indicated the
audience out front of the curtain. "Aren't you going to watch the rest of the show?"
"Not my brand of gin," he said lounging against one of the wooden pillars.
"What do you mean?"
"That girl getting her rocks out there with that horse... she's an amateur."
"I'm afraid we're all just amateurs around here."
"You're not."
His words made Gwen's cheeks glow. It was one thing to make love to a horse in
public. It was quite another for her to hear a man's compliments in private.
She was well up for the former.
But she was always shy of the latter.
"You're really a horse lover connoisseur, huh?" Gwen said, trying to make conversation.
She Fidgeted with her towel self-consciously.
"Yes, I guess you could say that I am. I'd like to talk more about it, but not here. Could
you have dinner with me some night?"
"Oh!" she said, a bit startled at the invitation as well as her response to it. "Oh, no. I
don't think so. I work during the day... and nights are... well, nights are for getting
ready to meet the day."
"Don't get the wrong idea about me," Russell said as he eyed her with piercing slate
eyes, "I'm not asking you out to put the make on you. I think we share some highly
specialized tastes."
"Well, it's just that..."
What was it? Gwen wasn't certain. Only she did not want to go on talking to this
young man. It was just too damned uncomfortable.
"I don't want to force you, Gwen. If you need money, that's no problem. Name your
fee. Call it a contribution to your college education."
"Oh, I really couldn't," Gwen said, gnawing her lip.
She was getting as nervous as a horse before a thunderstorm.
"Very well," he said, "here's my card if you change your mind. Remember, this is only
an invitation to dinner. Everything else would be up to you."
He set a stiff little rectangle into her palm and turned to go.
Gwen watched him, feeling a little helpless. He was a nice young man... and he had
plenty of money... his interest in horse loving also appealed to her... but this wasn't part
of her plan just now.
She had always had a terrible time just being around young men.
Horses made a helluva lot more sense to her. She turned and walked down the stable
aisle toward Firebrand's stall. She dressed quickly and led the big steed out the front
door into the night.
"I'm gonna get you home, boy," she said to the horse as she climbed up on a rock and
mounted him easily. "Time to catch some sleep, pretty one."
She clutched the reins and steered him out toward the driveway. Just as she urged him
into a brisk trot, the big limousine pulled by her.
She curbed her mount to one side so that it could pass.
Just as the tail end of it came up alongside her, she heard an automatic window click
down and Russell Slade's voice shout out.
"If you change your mind, let me know. Goodnight now."
As quickly as she could, Gwen sped with her horse into the hills. Speaking to male
humans always unnerved her slightly.
At least Firebrand would be better company.

* * *

The next morning came early for Gwen.
She knew she should be getting back to the apartment. Dawn would be coming soon
enough, but lack of sleep never seemed to bother her.
Then, too, she was turned on.
Sucking Firebrand's cock had done that for her.
It always did Turning toward the stables garage, she surveyed the landscape. Nothing
rippled anywhere that was even vaguely human.
Perhaps that was the reason this was her favorite time of night.
The road was full of dancing shadows and would probably have looked pretty lonely to
anyone else, but she liked open, empty roads... and trails.
She thought of her friends Brigette and Carlo and wondered again where they might be.
If Brigette wasn't feeling well, she certainly wanted to know about it.
The hour was late.
Almost five o'clock.
But she had to know. She strolled quietly toward the public phone booth at the
entrance to the Wooster stables and dug in her pocket for some change.
She dialed the number and let it ring a few times.
Carlo answered and sounded a bit groggy, but when Brigette got on the extension, and
found out it was her, they both perked up a bit.
"Gwen!" the husky voice of Brigette came into the phone, "how are you?"
"I was about to ask the same thing of you two."
"We're fine. So glad you called."
"Well, I missed you at the octagon tonight."
"That's sweet of you," Brigette said yawning. "What time is it?"
"Nearly five."
"We've had guests for the last three days," Carlo told her sleepily. "This is the first
chance we had to relax. They left earlier tonight. Sorry we missed you at the octagon."
"If I knew you were all alone, I'd have dropped by before going up there."
"I have an idea," Carlo said snappily, "why don't you come over now? When do you
have to report to work?"
"Not until early afternoon."
"Oh, I love the idea," Brigette said in a voice that Gwen noticed had gotten very sexy in
the last minute and a half. "We could all have breakfast together."
"Brigette's masseur is coming at noon. You may miss some sleep, but I can have him
give you a rubdown."
"I'm beginning to like the idea," Gwen said, feeling her temperature rise. The thought
of spending a few hours with her friends and their pair of excellent stallions always
made her excited.
"Well, good," Carlo said, "tell me where you are and I'll come pick you up. So glad
you're coming. This girl next to me has been so frightfully horny all night I thought she
was going to suffocate me."
Brigette's nymphomania was widely praised by her husband.
He was one of the least uptight men that Gwen had ever met, and one of the few she
could talk openly with. She made arrangements with him and he pulled up front of the
place in less than twenty minutes.
Gwen got into the low slung green sports car and they took off into the night.


Chapter 5

Brigette met them at the door with open arms.
She was a very tall, very statuesque woman with wide hips and great, thick breasts that
sloped down and rose up dramatically to end in wide, mocha chocolate colored nipples.
Her hair was long and fuzzy and soft and riotous red. But it must have been somewhat
natural because her cuntal bush was a shocking shade of carrot. She probably stood six
feet in her stocking feet.
"Darling," she said to Gwen as she gave her a neat bear hug and led her into the foyer
of their splendidly opulent estate.
Brigette and Carlo were as horsie as any couple in Connecticut, but they weren't
breeders or racers. They preferred to ride on their own spread. They owned four horses
that were of thoroughbred stock.
All four of them were stallions.
For reasons known only to Brigette and Carlo and their most intimate friends, they
never studded them out. Gwen knew very well why not.
"I'm so glad to see you again."
They had seen each other only a week and a half ago, but Brigette could already feel her
cunt lips banging together at the sight of the ardent horse lover.
Young girls were almost as big a passion with her as horses.
"Now that you're here I'm hoping she'll leave me alone for five minutes."
The three of them had a quiet brandy on the enclosed veranda and watched the sun
come up. "Anything new at the octagon?" Brigette wanted to know.
"A newcomer. A Mr. Slade... Russell Slade. He's from the city, I think. I got his card."
She handed it to Carlo.
"Would you like me to check on him, dear?' Carlo said in his suave Italian manner. A
trace of an accent still clung to his lips and Gwen always liked to hear him speak.
"I don't think so," Gwen said, "I'm not planning on seeing him again."
Carlo ran some kind of an information network. He could put a make on someone
faster than the F.B.I. Whatever he was into, Gwen neither knew nor cared.
Their mutual love of horses was enough to satisfy her that he was okay. That and the
fact that he was so fond of his oversexed wife.
Roland and Madeline Calver fought a lot.
Mostly over business things.
But she never heard either Carlo or Brigette even raise their voices to one another.
Curious that the two of them never found anything to fight about since Brigette was
such an incredibly hungry woman... and a bit kinky by most people's standards.
Not only was she a horse lover and flaming exhibitionist, she was an insatiable
nymphomaniac with  a penchant for young, willowy girls.
And her husband adored her for it!
"Such a lovely morning," Carlo said, stroking his wife's hair. "How about all of us
going for a ride before breakfast?"
"To the waterfall?" Gwen said, eagerly.
The couple had a beautiful stream running onto their property and they'd managed to
landscape a waterfall into it
"First one out to the stables is lazy," Brigette said as she took off running.
The three of them managed to saddle up English with little difficulty. Gwen rode her
favorite mount at the spread named Marigo. He was a fiery amber stallion with a white
mane and beautiful liquid coal eyes.
He stood taller than she could reach, and he was well-behaved for a stud.
The three of them decided to ride nude, and that pleased Gwen. This was one of the
few places she could do it and feel safe about it.
Their acreage was very private with high stone walls surrounding the property and an
electric wire riding atop it.
Carlo had provided for his overly-amorous wife very well.
Carlo was a tall strapping man with a very set of biceps, though he must have been well
into his forties. His body was tight and well-cared for and his cock was long and
tapered and appealing, even to Gwen who preferred horse cock.
Watching Brigette's massive breasts jiggle up and down as she commanded the mount
to take the steep uphill trail was an eye-catching delight.
The woman must have outweighed Gwen by thirty pounds, but all those pounds were
incredibly well-placed. The three of them made good time up the hill and into the
wooded grove that surrounded the waterfall and stream. They all dismounted and
stretched as the morning sun began to bring a few beads of sweat to everyone's temples
as well as other places.
"God, Gwen," the red-haired woman said as her huge rising breasts heaved
hypnotically, "you look good enough to eat... instead of breakfast."
Gwen smiled and moved in a little closer to the big voluptuous woman. Brigette pulled
her into her arms and began kissing her on the lips.
Gwen responded greedily.
It was the only time she ever really enjoyed kissing. Men just didn't know how to do it
right. Of course, she loved to be licked by a horse, but that couldn't really be called
kissing.
This was nice.
Carlo finished securing the horses nearby and strolled back to where the two women
were beginning to get it on. Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen watched him walk
toward them... his big free-swinging cock leading the way.
"Glad to see you two are getting chummy," he said idly playing with his wife's
fabulously huge and taut rear end.
After knowing this couple for the last six months, Gwen had discovered a comfortable
pattern of lovemaking with them that included everyone and the horses.
It was a system they all enjoyed and spent as much free time together participating in as
they possibly could. They all three seemed keen on the same sort of things, so the
pattern had been smoothly established.
Brigette and Gwen would begin. That's where they were now. Carlo usually joined in
tacitly at this point, though he played a rather important role later.
One of the rules was that Carlo did not make love to Gwen. She didn't like men's cocks
up her at all, and he proved no exception, even though she was fond of him for many
reasons.
Gwen began to suck freely on Brigette's big, ripe melons. She licked her nipples to slick
hot chocolate drops of quivering flesh.
Then, she spread her legs and let the woman work on her.
Brigette was an extremely aggressive bi-sexual woman, and Gwen loved the artful way
she made love to her. She went over every inch of the gill's fabulously firm and svelte
body with her tongue and lips and fingers.
She stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples into thick, rubbery prongs of sensitized
skin. She twirled her thick black bush hairs around with her adroit fingers and
massaged the girl's cunt.
Gwen lay back and rested her head on some mossy ground as the woman ate her pussy.
She had a long, slick velvety tongue and a lot of muscles in it.
Everywhere she danced it, Gwen became electrically charged.
The woman skated her tongue around the opening of Gwen's fabulously furry cunt. She
stuck it into the slit and vibrated it hard.
Gwen began to moan.
That was the sign for Carlo to begin.
He helped his horny wife up onto all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide. The
woman's huge, hot pussy radiated with the heat of her arousal even before he stuck his
cock inside of it.
Already hard to a burnished hue, Carlo's fuck stick had begun to leak a bit of clear pre
cum as he steered it into the vast, beckoning pink chambers of his wife's pussy.
He fisted the base of it and aimed it in.
She bucked like a crazy person, eager for the feel of his hard, slick rod.
He sank his stick all the way up into his wife's cunt hole and ground his hips hard
against hers. It was hardly most women's idea of a subtle way to begin.
But that is how Brigette liked it.
She heated up very quickly and stayed that way for a long time once she was aroused.
Then, too, there was the slight anatomical problem.
At least it might have been a problem for some women. Her cunt seemed to have no
practical limits. It did, of course, but it could expand large enough for her to take the
biggest of cocks and ask for a second.
Foolishly, they had once even tried such a stunt.
But two men fucking the same woman, even an outrageous a nymphomaniac as
Brigette was, proved most uncomfortable for the men involved.
Carlo had tried everything to please her, and he often succeeded, but nothing worked
like the horses. And having his own, oversexed wife make love to a horse was one of
the most enjoyable things in Carlo's life.
From Gwen's position, she couldn't see Carlo fucking his wife. At least not his cock
plunging inside of her. But she could tell the woman was getting fucked doggie style
from behind.
She could see Carlo's well-toned body mounting his wife's backside and she could tell
from the way Brigette was grinding her hips.
But she paid less attention to that than she did the woman's amorous tongue. It darted
everywhere around her splayed out cunt.
It plastered her big clit.
It basted her pussy slit.
It opened the folds of her cuntal lips like an accordion.
It toyed with the pink sphincter of her asshole.
Gwen loved it all.
She reached up and pinched the big woman's lusty dark nipples. She bucked her hips
up hard in an attempt to take as much of the woman's tongue into her cunt as she was
able to give her.
She writhed in sexual agony on the end of that tongue and the wet, muscular massage
of those thick, sensual lips the woman plied her with.
She closed her eyes and came softly, barely letting out a sound.
That was only the beginning, and she knew it.
Gwen could get off as many times as she liked with this woman.
And any way she chose.
Brigette sank her lusty tongue into the sea of the girl's sizzling cunt. She nibbled at the
folds of her sweet pussy lips.
She twirled her tongue over her clit and polished it to a slick, pink rosebud.
She speared her in the tight vagina.
There was precious little room up in that girl's cunt and she knew it. Gwen could
probably not have sex with a man comfortably, let alone a horse.
But tongues seemed to really make her writhe in bliss.
And she knew she had a particularly talented one.
Largely, that came from sucking so many beautiful young cunts. Brigette couldn't help
it. If she saw a tall, willowy girl with the least little bit of spirit in her, she had to have
her.
Carlo could usually buy her, or she could persuade her... but Gwen was a very special
favorite of theirs. Perhaps it was the handicap of having so small a cunt that made her
more interested in love by mouth, but that was fine with her.
Gwen was also a first-rate rider and horsewoman.
And, she adored horse love.
Even though she could not fulfill herself completely with a horse's cock.
Brigette began to heat up as she licked Gwen's cunt. Her husband's wang felt hot and
hard and slick and very, very exciting in her.
So elastic was her cunt, she could reserve her great strength for the time when she
needed it and keep her pussy tight enough to enjoy his amorous strokes.
His cock made her very hot at this angle.
She loved taking horses this way, too.
And Carlo's cock was a great prelude.
He had an enormous honker on him. The thing was very long and thick and tapered at
the tip... sort of like a horse's cock only in a few sizes smaller.
His balls were rotund and full and she loved to lick them.
She also loved to lick cunt.
Even more than either of those things, though, she yearned to lick horse balls.
It had been a fetish of hers since she was a young girl.
And because of her husband's open-minded attitudes and sexual desires, she was now
able to fulfill herself in that department.
Very well.
Carlo had chosen four of the finest mounts in the countryside to own and ride and care
for in the best of fashion.
And he had chosen a wife to go along with them who loved each one of them in very
special ways.
And demonstrated it often.
With ever greater intensity, Carlo plowed his wife's hot, juicy pussy slit.
He tore his cock out and plunged it in.
In and out.
He worked himself up to a sweat by fucking her in this fashion. He could see that she
was enjoying herself sucking Gwen's cunt.
That was all to the good.
He could also see that Gwen was enjoying herself being sucked by this woman's expert
tongue and lips and teeth and rubbed by her knowing fingers.
He could hear the two of the moan and breathe more heavily.
He sank his wick hard into his wife's fabulous chasm and pulled it out all the way. He
had never known a woman who could take this kind of cock punishment.
Pulling it out all the way and pushing it in all the way had made some of his earlier
conquests raw and uncomfortable.
But his wife was not one of these women.
She loved taking him all the way up her pussy each time he plunged his rod in. She
loved feeling him pull it out and poise for the next plunge.
Carlo took his cock out and looked at it a moment.
He liked to tease his wife in this fashion... by making her wait for it.
He watched the engorged stem of his cock vibrate hard and juice from the hairpin slit
in his reddened dome. The big vein alongside the under shaft throbbed and bulged.
The whole shaft was coated with a layer of his wife's cuntal fluids that made it glisten
and glow. He watched her beg him for more with her ass.
She ground her hips and bucked them wildly.
A trickle of cuntal ooze sped out her pussy and caressed her hips as it twirled down her
moist, anxious thighs.
"Mmmmmmm!!!!!" she said as she licked Gwen's cunt.
She loved to have her husband tease her by pulling his dick out, but she didn't like it
when he waited too long.
It made her crazy with desire.
As if she wasn't already.
The truth was, she was a lunatic for sex... in almost any form.
The more clandestine, the kinkier, the crazier, the better.
And right now, she was just warming up.
Carlo crouched back on his knees and fisted his mighty wang once more. He set it in
between the ruffled pink ridges of his wife's pussy and plunged.
He rammed his dick all the way inside her cunt.
All the way up to the hilt.
All that was left were his balls, shuddering just under the woman's asshole.
If it were humanly possible, he would like to stuff them inside.
He knew she would love it.
But alas, all things just weren't possible.
Still, he was content to ram his mighty log into her sweet, wet jam jar of a quivering
cunt. Her muscles pawed him amorously.
Her pussy muscles fingered him all along his shaft.
Her fabulous cunt closed in around him and fucked him just as hard as he was fucking
her.
All the way in and all the way out, Carlo pumped his big cock.
It went wet and shiny and hard.
Brigette ate it up.
She bucked her hips back and twirled them around in hot, erotic circles as she took him
all the way up inside of her cunt.
She was getting very hot sandwiched in between Gwen's fabulous, furry and ruby cunt
and Carlo's enormous hard punishing dick stick.
Her pussy flamed hot and greedy.
She lapped at her husband's long, hard dick with the flaming fingers of her cunt.
She hate him vociferously.
She tongued the nubile girl with her adroit tongue in as many different patterns and
speeds and kinds of pressure as she could think up.
Gwen was coming again.
Softly.
She really admired her for being able to do that so frequently.
Brigette seldom came.
And when she did, the fucking earth trembled.
But she was always hot.
The perfect nymphomaniac, as her husband had so often told her.
"Oh, God," Gwen said as she tossed her svelte hips around and felt Brigette's tongue
devour her. She climaxed hard on the end of the woman's arched, pointed slick hot
dildo of a tongue.
"Jeeeeezus!" Carlo let out as he plugged his wife's bottomless pit of a cunt with the
hard, punishing ramrod of his dick.
In and out he swung it.
Hot and hard, he plunged it.
Deeper and deeper she took it.
She took it all the way.
Carlo came in a loud, thumping rush of sensations.
Carlo shot his load.
"Ooooooohhh!!!!" Brigette said, letting up a bit off of Gwen's oily, spasming pussy. She
loved the feel of her husband's hot spunk pouring inside of her.
It always greased her pussy for what was to come.
Carlo pumped his load of white, hot come into his wife's belly.
He got off good.
He pulled his rock hard pecker out of her slit and wiped a big drop of pearly come off
on her asshole. Then, he sat back to rest a moment.
Often he had wished that he could get another orgasm immediately, but that was
hardly possible in the real world.
So, the two women had agreed to accommodate him.
They had managed to come up with a little bit of activity that pleased them both and
made Carlo horny as a bugger watching.
It also prepared his wife and their horse loving friend for what was to come next.
Brigette lay back on the smooth shiny grass and lifted her knees. She placed the soles of
her feet on the ground and let her knees bend naturally.
She made herself relax after that heavy fucking she had just received.
Still, her breath came in anxious rushes.
Her breath made her tits heave high and hard as Gwen positioned herself. She lay
alongside Brigette and began playing with the woman's plump, fleshy cuntal lips.
Brigette breathed hard and moaned loudly.
Greedily. Gwen worked quickly. She stuck her fingers in Brigette's mouth and felt the
woman's tongue washing over them. Even having her hand in the woman's mouth
made her strain with mounting excitement.
She took the same hand out and began licking it herself.
She coiled her tongue over the fingers and lapped at her wrist and palm and knuckles.
She made her hand very wet and shiny with saliva.
Then, she pressed her fingers together in a point.
Brigette tossed her hips excitedly before Gwen could get her fingers up her.
The woman was sexually greedy beyond belief.
She was wild with desire and totally uninhibited.
She worked her hips down on Gwen's slow moving hand, easing her pink, slick cuntal
hole over the second set of knuckles with great ease.
The third set she managed to take with only a little more guidance.
Then, Gwen fisted her hand.
"Oooooooh," Brigette cried as she rolled her lusty body from side to side The impact of
Gwen's fist in her pussy was instantaneous.
She went wild.
Her eyes glazed wide with electrical excitement. Her nipples flared and hardened. Her
mouth formed a kittenish grin.
"Oh, fuck me," she said softly, "fuck me with that fist of yours. It feels so good. It's
driving me crazy."
Carlo watched and waited for his cock to stir again.
He knew it wouldn't be long... not with the hot scene going on in front of him.
A beautiful young raven-haired girl was fist fucking his wife's hot, quivering quim. And
she was doing an expert job of it.
They both were.
Brigette took a bit more of Gwen's fist up her cunt and began spasming her pussy
muscles. She knew how to relax them just so that the fist could enter up to the wrist
without any pain. She could prevent the pain.
But she could not prevent the pleasure.
It washed over her like a warm spring rain.
She went nuts on the end of this girl's knuckles. She loved being fist fucked by the
beautiful young girl. Her cunt went wild on the end of Gwen's fist.
Gwen held her fist hard and began slow, rhythmic pumping? in and out of Brigette's
clutching cunt. She worked her fist in and out.
She rotated her fist from one side to the other.
"Oh, yeah," Brigette called softly as she felt the huge fist penetrate her deeply. As it
rocked from side to side, she rocked her hips from side to side so as not to miss any of
the delicious movements inside her.
Hungrily, she scooted he hips down and took Gwen's fist up to the wrist.
She could even feel the pulsating vein from Gwen's wrist pounding just inside the jaws
of her stupendously huge and muscular pussy.
Gwen ate Brigette's tits with her tongue as she fucked her with her fist.
Carlo watched and felt his cock stir anew.
His balls began to vibrate hard as the blood of his arousal rushed into the base of his
cock and hurried along the shaft.
Before he could even hold onto the thing, the head was rock hard and juicing.
The elongated vein in the underside of his shaft bulged and bounced with arousal.
He stroked it in long, playful strokes.
He stroked his cock and watched the two women making love.
Brigette played with the lips of Gwen's cunt as she fist fucked the woman.
Gwen felt little jolts of electricity running through her as Brigette did this. When it
came to anything having to do with sex, the woman knew no peer.
She was an expert at the art: of lovemaking.
And best of all, she didn't stop with humans.
She went on to enjoy even bigger and better.
And Gwen knew, judging from the size of Carlo's big rod, and feeling the way that
Brigette gyrated on her fucking fist, that it wouldn't be long before she would get a
demonstration of Brigette's special tastes.
And when that happened, she would join in and participate completely in the ecstasies
of making love with a horse.


Chapter 6

His mane floated over, down his back, a bolt of white silken material thrown out for
inspection.
He was extremely tall for a horse with genitals that defied human comparison, except to
say that they were impossible to figure on a man.
Even splendid for a horse.
But perfect for the great, horse-loving nymphomaniac, Brigette.
And perfect for her husband to watch his wife involved in the act of getting it on with a
horse... one of their favorite marital delights.
Having Gwen there, for both of them, was the icing on the cake. In addition to being
animal lovers they were also incurable exhibitionists.
"Guess it's time I brought Marigold over," Carlo said as he stood up and showed his
elongated cock rod jutting out at an inviting, horny angle in front of his flat, rippling
stomach.
His balls looked agitated and ready for whatever might come next.
His cock juiced appropriately.
"Oh, yeah," Brigette said, eyeing him hotly. Her glands were poised for the big fix now,
the one that would couple her with her favorite stud horse.
"I think she's ready, Carlo," Gwen said, rotating her fist inside the woman's hot,
gripping cunt. She had personally never seen anyone with the capacity this woman had,
except another female horse.
Just feeling the insides of this woman's lusty, muscular cunt canal and thinking what
would go in there before long was enough to make Gwen seethe with arousal.
She had been on the brink of coming for the last fifteen minutes, after the first time she
got off and she wanted to come again.
But she knew the rules and just how she could best go about that in the spirit of the
horseplay to come. She was eager, too.
So was Gwen... obviously.
The woman heaved and tossed her huge ripe tits around and thrashed her gloriously
voluptuous hips and felt the girl's fist twist inside her.
She was as ready as she was ever going to be to take that stud's cock up her cunt. It was
only a matter of time now... and of trusting Carlo's expert positioning ability.
Both women watched as the man brought the horse over to where they lay and took a
rope out of his saddle. Then, he tied the horse up to a small pine shoot and set about
preparing his wife to get fucked by the horse.
Gwen eased her fist out of the woman's cunt and even though she made incredibly
aroused sounds, as if she wanted that fist to stay there, Gwen knew that the next few
minutes were crucial.
Effecting penetration was a risky, involved business.
And one that never failed to pitch her to the heights of her arousal.
Both Gwen and Carlo eased Brigette into a huge sculpted rock that seemed to have
been designed by nature just for this purpose.
They set her down in it and spread her milky thighs wide and rested them over the
highest point of the slanted, smooth rock.
The base of the rock was curved so that the woman's cunt and asshole were exposed if
she were tilted to fit the rest of it.
Gwen often suspected that Carlo had something to do with filing that rock down to suit
their purposes, but he swore that he found it that way.
The smell of horse this close to her brought Gwen's senses into charged up gear." She
felt herself growing steadily hotter... to the point of no return.
Marigold's smell had infected Brigette's nostrils, as well.
They flared as hot as her cunt lips.
She loved horse flesh... especially inside her own.
"Come on, boy," Carlo coaxed the horse.
Clearly, the stud was excited, too. He reared his head and pawed the ground and eyed
the three of them with his big liquid slate eyes.
He had done this recreation before, but he always appeared restless just before coupling
with the woman. Gwen could well understand why as it was an attitude she had
observed in a lot of studs before they were mated at various stables to prize mares.
Perhaps there was little difference in the actual physical details of this coupling.
Brigette was, after all, a gorgeous and vital being with her own wild, animal streak.
Horses she had seen coupling with her always behaved exactly as if they were about to
breed with one of their own.
Well, heat was heat and sex was sex. For Gwen, the lines crossed at several junctures.
And she was about to watch them cross now.
And participate fully in the merger.
"Here we go, boy," Carlo said to the beauteous stallion. "Here's our darling friend
Gwen. She's going to rub you down, boy. That's right." Carlo's soothing words seemed
to pacify the animal.
He stood by and tossed his head a bit, baring his teeth, but stayed quiet. No whinny
sounded from the back of his throat.
Immediately, Gwen went to work on his underbelly.
She stroked the thing with the muscular palms of her hands, caressing the downy flanks
of the horse's black underbelly.
She worked magic on the horse, or so it seemed. Before where he had been
temperamental, he was now totally responsive and calmed.
Gwen worked quietly, assuming total command of the horse's cock and balls while
Carlo stood to one side, reining him in.
Brigette held her head up and watched as she played with the wide opening of her
salmon pink and juicing cuntal folds.
Savagely, Gwen went to work with her tongue. She licked the horse's thick dark flesh
shaft and coaxed the elongated hose of his cock out of the slit.
When she spied the red and wet tip of the cock, she fell to her knees and went crazy
with desire. Her lips became like massaging fingers.
Her hands flowed like water over the beet red bulb of the stud's huge, slimy cock.
Taking the thing by her hands, Gwen fondled it and sucked it at the same time... greedy
to make it hard and fully extended.
Greedy to see Brigette take the thing up her cunt, or as far as she could, depending on
her ability on this particular day to withstand it and the horse's willingness to
accommodate her.
"Nice boy," she heard Carlo say to the steed.
Brigette, too, encouraged him with words.
She also encouraged him by opening up her cunt folds and showing him her juicy hot
hole. Thus far, his reaction to both of those things could only be gauged by the size of
his cock.
The thing had begun to grow inside of Gwen's hands and sucking lips. She tasted his
essence with her tongue. She loved the salty, earthy, faintly urine scent of his big prick.
She wolfed his juices down greedily and sucked the big bulb of his dick to a hot, slick
knob. She was terribly excited.
Just looking at Brigette made her even more excited.
Brigette was excited watching Gwen suck the horse and make him ready to enter her.
And Carlo, as anyone could see was excited to a fever pitch. His prick stood up and
away from his body, and though it did not have the mythical appeal of that horse's
cock, it was a mighty instrument for a man to be toting around.
He wore it well.
And patiently.
But, nonetheless, it was hard as a jackhammer and likely to stay that way for a while.
Brigette shuddered as Gwen's lips sought the full burgeoning tip of the horse's pecker
and sucked it hard. She heard the sounds even over her moans of excitation.
Gwen's hands knew every pulsating vein, every curve and arch, every tensed nerve and
muscle of Marigold's fabulous fuck stick.
Yet these hands loved to caress it each time, as though the experience were a brand new
one... as though she had never touched horse cock before.
Yet it was, in truth, Gwen's favorite dish.
There was nothing she longed for so rabidly or continually as horse cock... especially if
it could be delivered to her in a non-threatening atmosphere like this.
Nobody pushed.
Nobody forced her to do anything she didn't want to do.
And yet, deep down, she had a sense of testing the bounds of nature. And testing these
bounds made her suspicious of man. For fucking horses seemed to her the most natural
thing in the world.
If only she had been built for it.
But her hands and tongue were eager to please and do exactly what was needed. She
worked them all over the horse's mighty prick stick.
She swerved them around and dipped them into the juicy hot folds of the stud's skin
sheath where his cock base met the thickish outer skin.
She played inside the crevice for a long time and felt the horse respond. His cock
appeared to be fully engorged by now, but she loved playing with it so much, she
wanted to dawdle.
"Perhaps we shouldn't waste much more time," Carlo said as he tightened the reins so
as to move into Gwen and speak intimately with her. "Brigette is pretty hot. I think
you've down yeoman's duty getting Marigold to match her."
"Oh, yeah," Gwen said as she swept her hands once more up and down the shaft. She
kissed the tip of the big horse's cock lovingly and scrambled out from under the
mammoth circle of horse flesh.
It felt so cozy under there... under the horse's flanks.
She would have loved to spend even more time there but that wasn't permitted and she
sensed that it would be okay if she stopped now and continued in a moment or two
with another variation on horse loving.
"Come here, now, Marigold," Carlo said in his gentle, calming way.
"Ooooooo!!!!!" Brigette said as Gwen backed her lips and hands off the horse's huge
hard on and she caught a glimpse of it.
It was difficult to tell who was more aroused... Brigette or the horse... or Gwen or Carlo.
All four of them were hot as an August sun.
Gwen watched the sweat roll down Brigette's splayed out body. Her gigantic tits looked
like greased honeydew melons. Her muscular thighs were glistening with sweat and
dew from the ground as well as saliva from Gwen's tongue.
"Come to me, boy," Brigette said, smiling a lewd invitation at the beast. "Come over
here and show me what you most want to do."
"Look at the size of his cock," Carlo said to his wife, "isn't that a sight, darling? Gwen's
done her work expertly.
A loud whinny from the depths of the horse's throat seemed to signal that the girl had
indeed performed a masterly task on his dick.
Gwen beamed with pride as the horse began to swish his tail impatiently. Yes, he was
impatient to mate with the beautiful pink lady who spread out under him like a grand
buffet.
"Go on, boy," Gwen urged. "Go on now."
She clicked her tongue and beckoned him nearer to where Brigette lay clutched to the
rock. Carlo reined him tightly and in his expert horseman's way urged him up onto his
rear legs.
The beast jerked up, pawed the air ferociously then came down and landed with his
front paws flush against the rock... well above Brigette's head.
Many times, the two of them had to repeat the positioning again and again to get it
right, but this time seemed almost perfect.
"Well done," Carlo congratulated Gwen.
She went to work seeing to it that Brigette was in exact position now that they had
done so well with the horse. She was, but she needed some adjusting.
She needed to have the horse's giant cock worked inside her wet, fathomless cunt.
"Owwwwww!!!!!" she cried as soon as the huge wet tip stretched her pussy lips wide as
they would go. "Ooooooooo!!!!!!"
She always screamed on first contacting with that horse's cock. Of course, if she had
been in any serious pain she would have let the two of them know.
She was, if the truth be known, something of the actress.
In everything she undertook, she was extremely dramatic, so the two of them took the
screaming and writhing with more than a pinch of understanding.
Gwen got very excited as she watched the huge flaming red knob of the horse's prick
fumble and sink inside the woman's hot, slick pink cunt lips.
The contrast in color and texture alone was enough to send her to the edge of a climax.
The horse's fuck stick was dark, throbbing, full and tough.
The woman's cunt lips were almost transparent by comparison, but they were a
blushing pink, almost coral shade and with that carrot red bush hair of hers, watching
them mate created a riot of colors... all of them horny ones.
The horse's cock knob jutted into Brigette's cunt several times and made a slimy
reappearance several times before sinking at last.
There was no way even this nympho with the bottomless appetite could take a fully
engorged horse's cock down into her cuntal hole all the way, but she was game to try.
Gwen knew full well that the woman would only take as much as she could humanly
handle. It was, however, more than she had ever seen another woman handle.
Madeline Calver had tried on several notable occasions to fuck a horse, and she had
succeeded, but only with two year-olds or undersize studs.
This was quite something else again.
This was the live spectacle of a woman attempting to mate with a stallion... and doing
rather a good job of it at that.
All things considered.
One of the things to consider was the sheer size of what she was trying to consume
with her cunt. Even though the woman had a magnificently huge and hot and eager
pussy hole on her, she could in no way hope to assume the entire burden.
But every three or four thrusts of the stud's cock and Gwen could see the thing actually
disappear a bit up inside of her.
It was impossible to think in actual terms of inches, but Gwen estimated that what she
was seeing was a human female take at least twelve solid inches of hard wet horse cock
up into her cunt.
Still there was a sizable chunk of horse meat left over, and that is what Gwen went to
work on. She made her way under the warm, cozy underbelly of the horse and sank to
her knees.
Carefully, she guided her hands around the wide hot handle of the horse's surly red and
slimy shaft. She massaged his dick hard.
She found the opening of his outer skin at the base of his dick and caressed it
longingly. She wished she could crawl in there and cuddle up against it.
She wished she could take the entire length of his dick and shove it somewhere safe and
warm. She wished she were built like Brigette.
The woman was putting up quite a racket now, screaming sounds of delights and a
generous amount of pain to accompany them.
Her husband reined the horse tightly and managed to climb onto the rock near his
wife's head. He worked the head of his own man cock in between her lips.
She grew silent as she began nibbling his rod head.
There was no spectacle to compete with this one, and Gwen knew it. Perhaps she was
becoming utterly spoiled over horses... neglectful of men.
But what could any of them possibly have to offer her that horse loving couldn't
supply... in abundance. Yes, Carlo and Brigette were nice.
He, especially, had been extremely good to her.
But she couldn't see getting it on with a guy... unless, of course, he had a stable full of
excellent horses... perhaps a thoroughbred stud or two...
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!" she heard the horny nympho as she bucked her hips up and
tried to swallow more of the delicious elongated horse cock hose.
The red jittery thing plunged deep into her and Gwen monitored how far it went by
encircling her hands around the horse's cock and guiding it.
Carlo, of course, was getting off blissfully.
He had the best of ALL worlds.
He was getting his dick sucked by his wife and watching the woman fuck a horse at the
same time. Gwen knew he loved this scene, and that there were few husbands out there
to equal him.
Most of them would have been prohibitively jealous.
Or uptight.
Or too pushy.
But not Carlo. He was getting his dick fucked and his wife fucked at the same time.
And by one of the horse's on his stable with the best blood line.
"Oooooh, Jeezus," Gwen said as she felt a surge from the horse's stomach. He was
terribly aroused. His balls were blue black and tight.
His cock was solidly hard and digging into Brigette's open pink cunt.
In and out, the huge beast rammed his fucking stick.
Gwen held onto his base and licked his shaft as best she could.
Occasionally, her tongue wandered down to where Brigette's puffy pink cuntal lips
encircled the full thickness of the horse's cock.
She licked them, too.
She bathed the woman's cuntal lips with her own saliva.
She washed the horse's prick with her juices.
She kissed his dick all over.
She worshipped the horse's cock and the woman who could consume it... if not all the
way, then an impressive three-fourths of it.
She ached to take that horse's cock up her.
But she knew that was a physical impossibility.
For her, at any rate.
But here... here in the safety of this meadow, she had the next best thing.
She could make love in the only way she could to the horse and to the woman he
fucked. And, for now, that had to be good enough.
She looked up to see Carlo burying his firm wick inside the sucking confines of his
wife's greedy nympho mouth. He held the reins fast.
And he held the stem of his cock into the bitch's mouth, forcing it inside her... knowing
how much she loved to take it all.
"Oh, yeah," she heard Carlo cheer his wife on. "Take that stick up you, hon. Fuck that
horse cock. Suck my joint. Oh, yeah."
Gwen felt light-headed with all the electrical sex stimuli around her.
She closed her eyes and buried her mouth into the savagely long and full and hard and
juicy piece of cock meat the horse displayed so brilliantly.
She worked her hands all over his shaft and pressed them down into his hilt.
She sucked his balls.
She licked them all over, even as far back as her tongue would take her to the horse's
asshole. She played her hands and mouth over inch of fabulous horse flesh.
Brigette tossed her hips back and forth, diving for ever more of the randy cock the big
stud crammed her pussy hole with.
Again, the rumbling from the horse's guts.
Surely, he couldn't hold his load much longer.
She could tell by other signs that the animal was greatly aroused. He tossed his head
ever more wildly. He emitted low, gurgling sounds from his throat.
And his flanks quivered.
Gwen anchored her hands around his cock and began masturbating his shaft as rapidfire 
as she could go. Brigette, too, tossed her hips ever more crazily.
She rotated them in wild, erotic circles.
She took the animal's fuck stick up inside her to the depths of her capacity, and she
began to moan in a low, crazed sing-song voice.
Carlo rammed his dick in her mouth again and again.
His face was red with excitement.
Her whole body had turned a delicious blush tone of warm pink from the sexual
exertion she was experiencing. And Gwen felt it, too.
She felt it from the tip of her head to the bottoms of her bare feet. She felt it encircle
her nipples and light them up like Christmas tree bulbs.
She felt it engorge her cunt to its maximum fullness and fluff out her cuntal lips so that
her clit stood out away from them.
And she felt it in the shuddering flanks of the horse's beautiful horse body.
"Oh, God," she said, removing her wet and tacky lips from the red throbbing goodness
of the stud's cock meat, "I think he's coming." Indeed, the whole backside of the animal
shook.
Gwen held on.
Brigette tossed her hips wildly and banged against the rock with her fists.
Carlo thrust his cock into his wife's mouth again and again in a dead-on heat of
mounting sexual rhythms. And as the pumping grew stronger and faster, Gwen could
see that he was near climax himself.
She, too, wasn't far.
The horse's elongated stud cock flared even harder and throbbed more fiercely in her
hands. Then, she felt the thundering rush of semen hurling down his cock tube.
And then, she watched as Carlo shot his load.
He shot a thick white load of come all over his wife's face and into her mouth.
The woman sat up with her husband's help and watched the horse's cock burst into
her. She yelled and whooped in excited oaths and curses as Marigold's enormous cock
split open and a white stream of jism blasted forth from it.
She yelled in a loud accompaniment to her husband as the horse's shot a hard white
load of animal spunk out the end of his peter and onto her pink, stretched out cuntal
lips.
He shot it onto her pussy, onto the carrot red mound, over her flat belly, down her
delicious white thighs and even into her pussy hole.
Marigold shot his load of horse come all over the beauteous bitch who fucked him.
Gwen let go of the pulsating prick handle of the stud's giant cock and touched herself.
That was all it took.
She came again in a tidal wave of sensual thoughts, sights, smells and sounds.


Chapter 7

"Why don't you try sitting up in the saddle... a little tighter maybe?"
Gwen smiled at Elizabeth and tried to remain patient.
The girl was a better-than-average horsewoman, but she didn't seem to have any real
feel for the sport. Gwen had always thought it might be the lessons.
Wooster Stables offered English riding lessons for the young society ladies that boarded
their horses there, and Elizabeth was one of the young society ladies.
Rich and privileged, she came riding five and six days a week at the place. Of course,
with a stallion like Firebrand there was a lot to learn.
"Just go with the bounces," she urged her student. "Quit trying to fight them."
It had taken Elizabeth a long time to learn every lesson there was about riding, but
Gwen had to hand it to her... she was certainly determined.
"Hold the reins in tighter," she said, "show him who's in control."
Gwen did have the advantage of knowing a little more about Firebrand's personality
than she assumed Elizabeth did. She had, in fact, taken him out only a few nights ago
to the octagon.
Elizabeth pressed her body weight forward and did as the riding instructor told her. She
was, as Gwen had already surmised, eager to make good.
Riding this horse was one of the few things that brought her any joy. Yes, Daddy had
paid for the right schooling and the right country club.
He had arranged for her debutante party and seen to it that she met all the wellconnected 
and wealthy people of Portsmouth county, but he had neglected her terribly
since her mother died.
That wasn't really his fault and she knew it.
There was a lot to see to with the business.
But she would have appreciated a bit more of his company from time to time.
She hadn't gotten in until four that morning, and he didn't say a word to her when she
got up. Probably indulging her like he always had.
She had spent the night with Darien again.
Funny how they continued to see each other. She wasn't getting off on their
lovemaking, but he was good company. And he was trying.
Trying like hell
"Why don't you take him up the trail for a nice run?" Gwen called to the girl atop the
beautiful roan stallion. "He loves – I mean, I think he'd love to run."
"Sure," Elizabeth said, thinking about the loneliness of the trail. It might be nice to run
with the big beautiful hunk of horse flesh for a change instead of just prance him
around the track.
That is, of course, what English riding was all about. And she hoped to enter some
horse shows next fall. Still, the idea of a run was nice.
"You could take that saddle off, if you liked," Gwen said, testing her limits. She was,
after all, only a riding instructor and stable hand. She had no business telling Elizabeth
Warrington how to ride.
But the idea of buckling that horse into a demure English saddle and riding him around
a track without taking him out into the open air where he really performed his best
gnawed at her nerves.
"I think I will at that," Liz said, pulling her horse to a stop near a fence post.
She dismounted with what Gwen judged to be good form and tethered her horse.
"Let me get this off for you," Gwen said, remembering what she had been hired for.
"I don't know," Liz said, tentatively, "I mean, I've never ridden without a saddle."
"Sounds kind of primitive to you, I suppose."
"Not that at all. I'm just scared."
"How about if I come with you?"
"Oh!"
Liz's eyebrows had shot up at that suggestion, and she hadn't meant for them to. But
any apology she might offer for sounding offended came too late.
Gwen had already taken offense.
"Forgive me," she said, sinking her hands into her willowy hips, "I forgot the staff isn't
permitted to ride with the upper classes."
"That's not it!" Liz shot back, hurt cutting into her voice. "I only thought that if you
came along... you might see what a bad rider I am, bare back. It's kind of
embarrassing."
"I'm sorry," Gwen said, staring down at her booted feet. "I forget some of the young
socialites around here actually have human weaknesses. Forgive me."
"That's okay. Why don't we ride out of here for a while?"
Gwen helped her off with the saddle and changed the two of them walked toward the
stables with it. Gwen set it down on a long bench and picked up a colorful Indian
blanket from a pine cupboard in the supply room.
"Here," she said, "wait till you feel this thing under you. It'll be the only layer between
you and Firebrand's back. You'll love it."
"Oh, I've been riding bareback before. But not running. That's an art I haven't
mastered yet.""
"Probably thinking too much about riding English... lots of horse shows and
competitions coming up in the fall."
"I think you're right. You know, I've probably been trying to please a lot of people by
wanting to ride well in the shows, without thinking much about what I want to do."
"Well," Gwen smiled, "I suggest you break out of the mold... if only for this afternoon."
Liz looked at the sky and felt the sunshine warm her shoulders. "Yeah," she said
blithely, "it's a great day for it. Who'll you be riding?"
It was a well-known fact around the stables that Gwen was a superb horsewoman and
instructor and trainer and all-around hand.
But the sad fact was, she didn't own a horse.
Too poor.
Gwen rushed in and filled up the vacuum her question had left. "Why don't you ride
double with me? Lord knows Firebrand's back is big enough."
"That might work," Gwen said, thinking it over. "I might be able to give you some tips
on how to ride bare back if we're riding double."
"Any tips you want to give me are fine as far as I'm concerned, Gwen. You're the best
horsewoman on the place. Even if you don't own a horse."
"Let's just say I'm avid."
"That you are," Liz said as the two laughingly headed out toward the fence post where
the beautiful roan stallion stood waiting to be mounted.
"God, it's great up here," Liz said as the two young women riding atop the stallion's
broad back reached the crest of the hill.
"Yeah," Gwen said, looking around. The sun had begun to sink over the next hill, but
there was a peace that had descended over the place that made her almost wistful.
It was indeed great to be up in the hills again.
"I think you've got a good handle on bareback riding now," the stable hand said as she
clutched the blonde girl around her lithe waist. "Just don't rein him in too tightly. This
isn't a riding competition."
"Sure glad it's not," Liz said as she curved her horse to the right. The two of them rode
easily along a razor back trail that dissected the hill and into the underbrush again.
"You did real well on the straightaway," Gwen said, "I think maybe you're a natural for
this kind of thing."
"I don't feel much like a natural in these," Liz said, indicating the jodhpurs that clung
to her legs. "I wish I was wearing jeans like you are."
"Well, you didn't know you'd be riding without a saddle."
"I didn't, but I like it. Let's go this way, shall we? Toward the octagon?"
The mere mention of the place made Gwen smile to herself. Wooster Stables riders
stopped at the place during the day to tie their mounts and get some fresh water or
hang out till the rain stopped if there happened to be a deluge.
The place had a totally different personality during the daylight hours. In fact, it was
the meekest of structures right up till two in the morning, when Mr. and Mrs. Calver
pulled their truck up and set to work.
They had taken the precaution of renting it clandestinely from the Woosters, though
Gwen was unsure as to just exactly what their arrangement was. She never asked and
cared less. She gathered, though, that the Woosters believed the Calvers trained horses
at night in the place and didn't like being disturbed.
Doubtless they paid them some generous rental sums to make sure they weren't.
"Is this the right trail?" Liz asked as she nosed the horse into the deep woods.
"I think so," Gwen fudged as she gripped the girl more tightly around the waist. The
land was getting a little bumpier under them.
"Firebrand seems to know the way," Liz laughed as Gwen winced a bit.
Damn good reason why her horse should know the way and she knew perfectly well
what it was. She was the one who had led him up here.
One of these days, she must stop this routine.
But as many times as she told herself it was dangerous and that she was taking a great
risk to pursue it, her warnings to herself fell on deaf ears.
She was absolutely hooked on sucking horse dick.
And, if someone happened to want to pay her for it... well, she could use the money.
Thoroughbred stallions didn't come cheap.
And that is what she wanted to do with her stash. Lord knows riding instructor wages
wouldn't pay for that kind of thing, what with maintenance and all.
She'd need a stables to keep the thing at, and though Brigette and Carlo had offered her
a dozen times to board any animal she might select, it wouldn't be the same thing.
She didn't want to capitalize on their generosity.
She wanted to do this thing by herself.
"There it is," Liz said, pointing straight ahead to the clearing. "I think I can see the
weather vane."
Firebrand was practically trotting through the woods to get to the place. That was odd
for a horse to do in a dense woods like the ones they were in.
"Slow down, boy," Liz said, patting his neck.
"I guess he wants water."
"I don't bring him up this way much," Liz said back to her. "I can't imagine where he
got such a good memory."
"The smart ones never forget," Gwen said softly.
Liz directed her horse to the hitching post and slid off onto a high wooden bench set
down for the purpose of dismounting from a high steed.
"I'll pump us up some water," Gwen said, jumping off and landing neatly on the
ground.
Liz tied Firebrand up and sat in the shade a moment. Cool water would taste real good
about now. She watched Gwen pump the water out into the trough.
"Why don't you let me do that a while?" she said as she got up and came over to where
the girl was working. She wanted to help.
She didn't want to lie there and make Gwen wait on her even if she was used to having
a maid around the house. This wasn't the house.
The horse drank copiously as the girls splashed their faces and arms. Liz took off her
riding blazer and felt the breeze stir through the arm holes and neckline of her blouse.
She felt cooled and stimulated at the same time.
"Gwen," she said, after the two rested quietly for a bit, "do you think I'm a good rider?
I mean, do you think I ought to spend my time preparing for competitions?"
Gwen swallowed and thought a moment. They were sticky questions... ones she didn't
have the slightest idea how to deal with diplomatically.
But since Liz asked, she would try and come up with a sane response.
"I think you have a lot of native ability with an animal," she said, slowly measuring her
words, "but you try too hard to be like..."
"Like who?"
"Like the rest of them. Like all the fluffy sweet-smelling girls who board their horses at
the Wooster's. They all want to show their horse in competition.
They all try to ride and look and act exactly alike. I suppose if they want to, that's
okay..."
"But..." Liz put the interrogative to her.
"But I think it's crazy to make a horse behave like every other horse. They're all very
different. Take Firebrand, for instance..."
"Go on," Liz urged.
"He's a very special boy. He's temperamental. I don't know how he'd do as a show
horse. I think he's got tremendous composition and spirit, but I think he's got to be
ridden every day and ridden hard and..." Again her voice dropped off maddeningly as
Liz sat forward. "And what?"
"And treated more like an individual. No, I guess I don't think he's a show horse. I
think you'd have a lot of trouble with him in staid competitions. I think he's just too
spirited."
"Interesting, I mean about Firebrand. What about me?"
"Like I told you, you're got natural ability. He's a natural kind of horse. The two of you
could be really good together, if you kept it to recreational purposes."
"Dad wants me to show."
"I'm sure he does. I know it means a great deal to the upper crust of the county if their
young women behave appropriately and around here that means..."
"That means competition," Liz said, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Yeah. Only I think you got a fucked up idea of competition... excuse my French."
"That's not French, Gwen. I studied it. What do you mean?"
"Only that competition doesn't have to be against other people... you can compete with
whatever it is in you that's keeping you from being a first class horsewoman, and I
don't think you need any organized competitions to do that."
"I see what you mean."
"Do you?"
"Yeah... like it or not." Liz turned to the raven-haired girl and smiled. "I wish I'd talked
to you last summer when I started on this junket.
I didn't even know enough to ask people in the know. I just did what Daddy wanted.
He bought me Firebrand."
"I know."
"You better know something else, too. There's a reason I haven't spoken to you much,
Gwen. See, I always kind of envied you."
"Me?" the girl said dubiously.
"Yeah. The way you handle horses. I think you... I mean, I KNOW you handle
Firebrand better than I do. He likes you, too."
"He likes you..."
"But not the way he does you. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but every time he
gets a whiff of the seat of your pants, he lights up."
"Oh, I don't mind. Guess I got a way with horses."
"You got more than a way... you've got some kind of power of them, I swear. All the
girls at Wooster know it. I hope I'm no repeating idle gossip, because I hate that, but
we all think you're pretty spectacular with them. It's too bad..."
Liz's voice broke off and she cleared her throat.
"Too bad what?" Gwen said, sitting upright. She felt her feathers ruffle at the hint of
what she thought Liz might be driving at."
"Oh, nothing."
"Too bad I don't have a horse of my own, isn't that what you wanted to say? Too bad
my parents aren't wealthy and too bad I'm not a socialite. I could be the social event of
the season among the horsie set, isn't that so?"
"I didn't say that."
"It doesn't matter what you said. I saw it in your eyes. You think I'm a good
horsewoman, but you wouldn't wipe your feet on me."
"That's not true at all, Gwen."
It was a long, intense moment before Gwen spoke again. She looked up, then down at
her feet, then, finally, she regarded Liz but without her former hostility.
"I'm sorry. Guess I'm just sore about being one of the have-nots."
"That really depends on how you define it. As far as I can see, you've got a lot going for
you. I wish I had your freedom, your experience with life..."
"Yeah, I guess I am lucky. There are people who care what happens to me."
"How many of us can say that?" Liz said, smiling gently.
Gwen sucked her cheeks in and stared at the octagon building. "Guess it's time to haul
ass. The sun's almost down."
"Okay, but I wouldn't mind riding some more. I kind of like bareback. Maybe I
wouldn't have the courage to do it without you back there."
"Oh, I think you would."
Liz smiled and untied the rein of her roan mount. "You ever been inside?" she said,
indicating the weathered octagonal bam.
"Oh, a few times. Mr. Wooster used to store stuff there. He'd bring me up here in his
truck and I'd load up for him... that kind of thing."
"It's a beautiful building. There's something really intriguing about it, too."
"Maybe it's the odd shape."
"Maybe. But I think it's more than that. It's sort of magical. Like I bet most anything
could happen under that roof. It looks like a circus tent roof."
"It looks like it's going to rain," Gwen said, quickly changing the subject.
"Better get going then," Liz said wistfully. She wasn't looking forward to getting back to
the rigid discipline of riding with an English saddle on and leaping hurdles and bushes
and following labyrinths, but that seemed to be the way her life was cut out just then.
The two mounted and headed for the road. Gwen clasped her hands around Liz's waist.
It felt small and warm and friendly.
Firebrand trotted with the two girls on his back up the stony gravel path to the two lane
dirt road when a bottle green sports car whooshed around the curve and headed
straight for them.
It pulled up along the startled horse as Liz fought for control of her steed.
"What the-!!!!"
"Oh, excuse me, ladies," a very interested voice said from the driver's seat.
"Would you mind pulling that car to one side of the road or the other?" Liz said, her
eyes blazing furiously at the driver.
"Sorry," the young man said, smiling back broadly. "Hello, Gwen."
Gwen smiled sheepishly as she peaked out from behind Liz's back.
"You know him?" Liz whispered to the girl riding behind her.
"She does," the tall, handsome guy said, ambling out of his car and slamming the door
behind him. He was a fine specimen of maleness, even though he had almost forced her
and her horse and rider off the road.
"We've met," Gwen fudged, "but I forgot his name."
"Russell," the beefy hunk said, lounging against his car door, "Russell Slade."
"How do you do," Liz said, her heart fluttering despite her best intentions to keep it
beating normally.
"How do you do?" he said, eyeing her up and down. "I'm really glad to catch both of
you here so early. I've seen Gwen and this beautiful animal perform together, and I'd
love to watch you... whatever you do..."


Chapter 8

"I think you must be mistaken," Liz snapped, her eyes wide with displeasure. "My
name is Liz Warrington and I own this horse. I've never been in any competitions with
this horse myself, much less my friend here."
"I didn't say competitions. I said I'd seen Gwen and this beautiful animal perform
together... uh... right on the premises, in fact. That's why I came."
"You're a little early," Gwen said, hoping to hell her face wouldn't shine too red or that
maybe in the dusk, nobody would notice.
"Yeah, well, I like to get the lay of the land.
I've never been here in daylight. It's beautiful... the whole view is beautiful."
Gwen and Liz shifted uncomfortably. Evidently, Russell was talking about them.
Gwen in particular had a lot to cover for.
"I think it's time to go, Russell," she blurted out. There was nothing else she could say.
Fear of being found out clutched at her throat.
"Oh, I'll go," Russell said, smiling his casual best, "but I'll be back." He stepped into his
sports car once again and gunned the engine.
"So long," Liz said, mystified by all of it
"Bye for now," he said, then leaned out the window for one last salvo. "Tell me, young
lady, do you suck that horse's cock as good as she does?
Or can you take him up the cunt?"
"I beg your pardon!" Liz said, her cheeks smarting with embarrassment.
Before she or Gwen could respond further, the guy had floored his car and peeled off
into the meandering dirt trail, leaving them in his dust.
"Gwen..." Liz said, urging her mount into the woods once more, "what the hell was that
all about?"
"I don't know..." the girl broke in. Her words sounded tangled up in her mouth.
"Is he some kind of pervert or something? What was he talking about you and my
horse for like that? What's going on here?"
The surprise and concern were mounting in Liz's voice. She could hear herself choking
as she spoke. Her voice cracked.
Gwen could hear her, too.
She felt like a want holding onto the back of Liz's firm, young body. She had been so
afraid someone would find out, and now, someone had.
The only thing left to do was to come clean. She hoped to hell that Liz would
understand, or have some inkling of understanding.
But even if she didn't, she was going to have to unburden herself anyway. Things
couldn't continue now that Russell had thrown a wrench into the works.
"Would you like to pull over here a moment?" Gwen said, swallowing hard. "Let's tie
Firebrand up. Give him a chance to graze. This might take a while."
"Okay," Liz said, "but it's getting near twilight."
"Don't worry about that," Gwen said, "unless you've got someplace to be. I know these
woods pretty well... after dark..."
Liz thought of her empty house and the late date that awaited her with Darren for
supper... if she wanted it. She did, but only because the house was empty.
These woods weren't nearly as empty as that house was.
"I don't have that much to do," she said, "nothing I can't postpone anyway." Obliging
her passenger, she steered her horse into a thick patch of low-hanging trees until they
came to a secluded clearing.
Gwen bounced off like a rubber ball and stood next to the horse. She interlaced her
fingers and gave Liz a place to put her foot so she could dismount.
Gwen walked Firebrand to a young tree and tied him up.
"About Russell..." Gwen said, toying with the leather rein a moment, feeling very self
conscious. "That's what you wanted to know about, wasn't it?"
"Why did he say those horrid things about you and my horse?"
"Sit down a minute, Liz."
Liz sank into the mossy earth and took in a deep breath. The woods were damp with
dew and heavy with lush greenery. She felt safe, but curious.
"I have to talk about sex. Is that okay?"
"I... I guess so."
"May I ask you some questions about your sex life? I mean, how is it?"
Liz laughed lightly. "Oh, I can't complain. Darren... the guy I go out with... he belongs
to our country club and he's... oh, shit, Gwen. He's okay and all. Nice and considerate.
He's hot for me... but... well, he leaves me a little cold."
"Yeah... well, let me tell you about MY sex life. I haven't any... I mean... with men. I
had a couple of boyfriends, but things didn't work out. They didn't turn me on."
"Ever?"
"A tickle... sometimes, but when I was still pretty young I got onto the fact that what
really turned me on was riding horses."
"Me, too."
"Yeah, well, it didn't stop there with me, Liz."
"You mean, you did... other things... with them
"I did plenty. When I was sixteen, I got hooked up with my first riding stables. A
couple by the name of Calver operated it."
"I've heard the name."
"They didn't pay me a whole lot, but they had some... uh, sexual tastes and preferences
that were similar to mine. By that, I mean... shit this is hard, Liz."
"Well, you have a right to know. This couple... the wife... she liked to take young
horses and fuck with them... like you would a man."
Liz felt her hand go up over her mouth.
She had heard of things like that happening, but she never believed she would actually
sit next to someone who had engaged in them.
"At first, I watched them. They invited me to join them when they realized I showed a
keen interest in horse's genitals."
"How did they know that?"
"They... uh... found me one afternoon... uh... sucking one of their prize pony's cocks."
Liz felt her eyes bug out. But as shocked and horror-struck as she was, she couldn't
move. There was something so compelling about this mad practice that she had to hear
it out.
And she wanted to know how her own Firebrand was involved.
She listened as the heat rose to her cheeks and her skin began to goose bump.
"It wasn't a full grown horse, but remember, I was only sixteen."
"And they forced you to-!"
"Nobody forced me, Liz. They INVITED me. I went because I wanted to go."
"But you were working for them."
"I wasn't sucking horses for pay, Liz. I was doing it because I loved it In fact, I couldn't
get enough. And they knew it."
"God!"
"I knew you'd be a little shocked. I wish I could tell you that's the whole story, but
there's more. Much, much more."
Liz nodded slowly. She WAS shocked, but she was also aroused. The image of this
beautiful young raven-haired beauty sucking one of those enormously long and red
dicks that she had only glimpsed a few times herself was enough to make her sizzle
with accumulated heat.
"Apparently, Madeline didn't have much taste for sucking horse cock. The two of them
used to watch me. I would pick out a very young stallion or pony and work my hands
and then my mouth around their cocks. I'd get them very hard... then, Madeline
would... get into position where they could fuck her. And, then I would watch."
"I can't believe this," Liz said, softly, shaking her head. But her denial belied her
arousal. She wanted to hear more... much more.
"We had a pretty good thing going for about three years. Sometimes a new horse would
come into the stables and we would watch and see if he were one we could use for our
purposes. I never really HURT an animal, Liz. I wouldn't do that."
"I know you wouldn't."
"After a bit, I began to play this little game with myself... I would try and get
increasingly larger horse cocks down my mouth."
Liz felt her own mouth go dry and licked her lips. What in the world would a real live
horse cock taste like? And how could she get it down her mouth?
"I got pretty good at it., sucking horses. Of course, after a certain point, I couldn't really
suck them into my mouth... not like you would suck a man."
Liz thought of Darren. She had sucked him on several occasions, though she had never
felt totally comfortable doing so.
"I used my mouth in many different ways. Sometimes, I would play all along the hot
slimy surface of the horse's shaft with it. Other times, I would use my hands and mouth
in tandem."
"Like sucking a very large one?" Liz ventured.
"Yeah. You need a special technique for that. You have to really use your tongue... like
a vibrator. And you have to like the way a horse dick tastes... I do."
Liz nodded.
"I love the whole scene with a horse. I love parting their dark fleshy outer skin sheath
with my fingers and peering in. God, when that big red hard on comes jutting out the
slit, I lose my mind. I'll suck till I ache."
That kind of abandon struck Liz as especially erotic. It was the kind of thing she had
wished herself capable of on several occasions, but always felt she was too uptight to let
go like that.
"Horse's cock isn't like a guy's, Liz... I mean, size aside. It's really wetter, I guess
because it's protected with that sheath. It's like getting a guy who has this gigantic
foreskin... a foreskin so big it's like a bunting."
Liz shifted uncomfortably on the ground. These descriptions were making her a lot
hotter than she really wanted to be just now.
"Anyway, I love unwrapping that beautiful big beet red schlong from that tight skin
wrapping. And I love the way their cocks taste... real salty and earthy... with a faintly
urine scent to the juice."
Liz found herself digging her hands into the earth. Her nipples had begun to swell and
her cunt lips started twitching. What did it all mean?
"They juice a lot. Sometimes, it's kind of easy just to slide your hands up and down the
full length of their meaty wet fuck sticks."
Liz felt her breath coming in uncontrolled rushes. She was hot, there could be no
denying it. As to where the girl's story would take her next, it was anybody's guess.
"What can I say? I developed a real technique for sucking off horses."
"You sucked them... OFF!!!!"
"Oh, yeah. After a while, Madeline would get me to work on a couple so that she could
have one for herself to fuck... as best she could... and I could have one to finish off."
"I hope you don't mind my asking, but what does it taste like?"
"Horse cock?"
"Horse come!"
"Oh, it's wonderful!!!! After I run my hands up and down their shafts a lot, making
their veiny meat sticks throb and shudder, I can always tell when one is about to pop."
"How?"
"Well, they're not like humans. Guys always moan and talk dirty. But horses don't talk
dirty. I guess that's one of the things I like about them."
"But what happens?"
"Oh, their bodies get all tense and sprung as tightly as a coiled up wire. Then, I feel
them shudder all over. And I can hold my hand against their big, heavy balls and feel
the semen kind of boiling in there."
"And you can actually catch the stuff in your mouth?"
"Well, some of it. Horses shoot a lot, Liz. I get some in my mouth and some on my
chin. I rub some into my tits... oh, dear..."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm getting pretty aroused just, talking about it."
"I know. I hate to tell you this, but since you're being so honest with me... I better. I've
been hanging on every word."
"You have?"
"You've got me terribly aroused with all this."
Gwen smiled and tossed her braid back. "I haven't even gotten to the part about
Firebrand yet."
"I'm waiting."
"I know you are. Where was I?"
"About sucking off a horse. I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Didn't you ever... uh... do what Madeline Calver did... try fucking a horse."
"Glad you asked that question. Yes, I did try it. One afternoon, they brought me a
beautiful young male race horse. He was the color of claret and extremely well bred.
They were boarding him for the summer."
"And?"
"Well, we tried everything. I really wanted to... but... I couldn't."
"What stopped you?"
"My body, I guess. I'm just not built for it.
My cunt's too narrow, so I've been told. We tried greasing the horse's cock with oils
and lotions. Madeline and I took turns blowing him. Madeline finger fucked me to get
me ready, but nothing. I just screamed every time that animal's beautiful big cock came
inside my cunt lips."
"You're not built for it, huh?"
"Roland Calver had me see a doctor. He gave me the sad diagnosis; Of course, we
didn't tell him what particular activity we had in mina.
Gwen smiled at Liz and found her smiling back.
"That's why I stick to sucking them off, Liz. That's my story."
"And what about Firebrand? What about what Russell said to us on the road?"
Gwen took another big breath. "It's true... what he said."
"Oh, shit!" It was an invective that seldom found its way to Liz's lips. She had been
brought up under a strict code of behavior.
Nice ladies didn't swear.
"Roland and Madeline made some investments or something and finally got out of the
stables business . We kept in touch. Through them, I met other couples who were...
how shall we say... into the same thing I was into in one way or the other..."
"Couples? No single men?"
"No. I'm not particularly fond of men, Liz. I don't dislike them, but sexually, well, I
prefer horses. Couples are safer, I guess."
"Yeah, I see."
"Anyway, the Calvers closed their stables. And they went into another enterprise."
"What was that?" Liz said, twitching uncomfortably. Secretly, she wished Gwen would
go back to discussing horses. That discussion had moved her in some curious way she
wasn't in touch with yet.
But the arousal had been real.
"It has to do with that octagonal bam," Gwen admitted, searching Liz's eyes for
confirmation that it was okay to continue the story.
"Tell me about it."
"They rent it from the Woosters... my employers. They use it at night. There are three
women in the area., three plus a handful of willing volunteers from the audience..."
"Audience?"
"Yeah, Liz. It's THAT kind of enterprise. A very select, very highly screened clientele
comes there. Five hundred bucks a seat, last I heard. They pay to watch me and... a
horse... get it on."
"Oh," Liz said, the light slowly dawning. "It takes place late at night. That's why you
told Russell Slade he was a little early."
"He was a lot early. We usually meet around two in the morning."
"And... oh, my God... Firebrand!!!!" Liz gripped her elbows into her rising and falling
breasts. "Don't tell me you..."
"So you're Finally starting to catch on."
"Boy, am I stupid."
"No, you're not. It was a good ruse... while it lasted."
"You took my horse out of the stables and rode him up here... at least you did the night
Russell watched you. You sucked off my horse's cock!!!!"
"Yeah," Gwen said. It hurt, but it was better to get the damn truth out, ugly as it might
be for Liz to hear like this.
"You'll excuse me if I'm a little taken aback. '
"I thought you might be... I know you're part of this county's upper crust. I wouldn't
expect you to be thrilled by all this."
"I don't think you know very much about me at all, Gwen."
"Maybe you're right. I know your horse a lot better than I know you."
"So I hear."
"I didn't hurt him, Liz. I don't care what you do to me... turn me into Mr. and Mrs.
Wooster if you have to... turn me into the police... but I want you to know that I never
hurt your horse."
"I don't think you know me at all, in fact."
"He's still just as spirited as before I began to play with him. Maybe more so... I think
he would make a fine stud. He's got all the requirements."
"How long is his cock?"
"Oh, about like this," Gwen said, and showed Liz a measurement with her hand that
could only be described as a fisherman's exaggeration.
"And you sucked THAT off?"
"You can do whatever you want with this information, Liz. I had to tell you. I didn't
have any choice. If you want to ride me in, I'm ready."
Liz tossed her head back and laughed aloud. "But I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't laugh
at me."
"Oh, I'm not laughing at you," Liz said, her voice bubbling like burgundy. "I just want
you to know that I'm feeling absolutely giddy right now."
"How so?"
"Well, I never thought I'd ever actually meet somebody who did something to my horse
that I always secretly wanted to try."
Gwen wrinkled her button nose at the blonde girl. "Are you serious?"
"Absolutely. I've been fantasizing about getting it on with my horse ever since Dad
brought him home. But I never knew how I could... until now."


Chapter 9

"You really ARE serious!" Gwen said as she watched Liz calmly peel off her riding
blazer. Before she said another word, she had her jodhpurs off.
She stood there in her lilac satin underwear with a kittenish grin on her face "I'll do
anything you tell me to, only please show me how you blow a horse. It sounds a
damned lot more exciting than blowing a man."
Gwen watched the beautiful blonde girl divest herself of her underwear. She always
knew Liz had a good, firm body, but she wasn't prepared for what she saw.
Her tits were golden and full as ripe fruit.
Her nipples sat pertly on top of her breasts like raspberries perched atop mounds of ice
cream. Her waistline was as slender as it felt like under all those clothes.
And the hair on her cunt was flaxen and coiled up and ample. But there was one more
thing that excited her even more than that.
The girl's cunt was sizable... much larger than her own, judging just from the look she
caught of her outside. Possibly, just possibly, she had a huge cuntal canal.
That could be VERY interesting if applied right.
She would have to check it out. But now, it was time to show her some lessons about
her horse that she wasn't likely to get at any stables.
She imitated the blonde girl and took her flannel shirt and jeans off. Since she never
wore underwear, she was naked even before Liz got there.
"You've got a fabulous body," Liz told her when she tossed her pants on the ground.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you."
"I don't think you even NEED a bra. Your tits stick straight out and defy gravity at the
tips. Your legs could wrap all the way around a horse."
"Your hips are what I'm noticing," Gwen said, rubbing her hands along the smooth
tanned waist and running them down toward Liz's cunt. "Do you mind if I touch you?"
"Not if I can touch you back."
Gwen drew close into Liz and caressed the ample mounds of her hard, thrusting tits.
She squeezed her nipples together and ran her tongue over the nubbins.
"Oh, my goodness," Liz said, flashing her eyes like warning signals. She hadn't expected
this. She had no idea another woman's touch could feel so invigorating... and sexy.
She had never even considered women as lovers.
Somehow, the idea just never presented itself.
But here was this gorgeous tall and willowy girl with all that raven hair on her head...
and such a thick, kinky mass of it on her cunt... and those hands... and those lips... that
tongue!!!
"Nobody ever sucked my nipples like that!!!" Liz said, almost frightened by the
intensity of their coming together. "You DO have quite a set of lips on you."
Gwen smiled and sucked the nubbin of Liz's breast far into her mouth. She knew full
well how expertly practiced and muscular her lips were.
They were, in fact, taut and supple and adroit in the extreme.
She had used them often enough on the best horse flesh in the county!
Instinctively, Liz pinched Gwen's rubbery hot dark nipples in between her fingers and
pressed her tits into each other.
"Here," Gwen said, backing off a moment. "Let's press our nipples together. Rub them,
too. You should be very stimulated before you begin with Firebrand."
"Before I begin? I thought you were going to-"
"Oh, you'll have to participate. I mean, I think you'll want to... if you've ever fantasized
about this, there's no point in holding back now. Not while you've got the chance."
Liz had to admit she had a point there.
The girls rubbed and pressed their nipples together. They squeezed their own tits, then
they squeezed each others tits together.
Liz felt a heat of arousal shimmer over her that she had not felt before. It was strange.
Stranger still to think that a woman could get her to be so open sexually.
It just didn't make sense.
But not much was making sense right now.
She would flow with the tide.
She would go with it and see what happened.
She had a hunch it might prove to be the best choice she could make.
After all, she hadn't ever experienced the kind of sex with a guy that would really set
her on fire. Perhaps... with a girl... she might take off.
Ignite.
Bum out like an explosion on the sun. "Nobody ever made me this hot," she confessed
kissing the raven-haired beauty full on the lips. "I had no idea touching another girl's
flesh could be so fucking randy."
"I guess I should tell you that girls are sexier than boys... and horses are sexier than
either of them."
"I guess I should have known. Boys make me twinge inside... sometimes. When Darren
gets really hard and hot and wants to do anything to please me, but..."
"But not as hot as this," Gwen said kissing Liz in a full French kiss that caused their
tongues to collide and their nipples to expand with the heat of arousal.
Gwen rubbed her flat rippling muscular stomach against Liz's hips and on down into
her cunt. She reached for the gill's big, juicy pussy and stroked it amorously.
"I love the way your cunt feels," she said, spreading the girl's fleshy sheath apart so that
her two fingers could find her love button.
It was right where it should be.
And it was full and juicy and plump and quivering.
Gwen made it even more so.
She twisted it around inside her thumb and her forefinger and diddled it lightly. That
seemed to set Liz off. From the way she was thrusting her hips, in fact, Liz assumed
that she liked it a bit harder.
"Let's lie down," she suggested. "The ground can feel real good on your back when it's
naked. Also... other places."
Liz had never even considered it before.
If there were ever an amorous adventure in the woods, it usually included at least a car
seat blanket... or a car.
But this was different.
This was closer to nature and closer to raw, primitive lust than she had ever been
before. She sensed she was flirting with something she could never go back on... never
recant... never deny...
But it was something she wanted.
Her whole body strained for it.
Her cunt yearned for it.
Her nipples ached for it.
Her mouth ignited each time Gwen plied another lusty tongue-scouring kiss on her
lips.
"Oh, yeah," she said as she felt her spine unfold onto the mossy ground. "This is it. I
can tell. This is the way I want to go."
"What did you say?" Gwen said, smiling as she re-traced the steps of her fingers and
found the juicy hump of Liz's lusty clitoris.
"Oh, just something kind of philosophical."
"Well, you can heave that junk out here... this is nature... this is real."
"I know."
"That horse is real. Wait till you taste his cock."
It was a thing that terrified Liz, but compelled her as she had never been drawn to
anything before in her entire life.
"Oh," she said once Gwen had her fingers secured tightly around her clit. The girl had
a grace and expertise with the thing that she had never experienced with a man.
"You like that?" Gwen said in between sucking her lips to burnished prongs of desire.
"Yeah," Liz said and couldn't help twitching under the girl's knowing massage.
"I thought you might."
"How did you know?" Liz asked between sucking Gwen's nipples all rosy.
"Just a hunch. I liked your horse..."
Gwen couldn't resist a giggle. Her giggle infected Liz and she giggled back. The two
went on making mad, passionate love to each other while their mount grazed nearby.
"I think he's watching us," Gwen said, nodding to Firebrand.
"Then he's gonna get his eyes filled."
Liz surprised herself by raising her hips up high and letting Liz's fingers thread into her
cunt They felt fine inside, and the girl certainly knew what to do with them.
But, like Darren's dick... and every other man's cock she had ever had up there... they
were insufficient to make her really turn on.
"This is just to find out about how you're built," Gwen said softly. "From what I can
feel... and I hope you don't mind my being clinical..."
"Oh, not at all."
"You're large inside. Large enough to take a fist, I think. Want to try it?"
Liz felt hot and ready to burst with excitement.
She watched the glistening pink lips of the girl's glorious big bushy cunt puff up in
front of her eyes. In the fading light, her lips looked luminescent.
"I want to do something to you first,' Liz shot out. That, surprised her, but it did not
stop her. She rolled over and spread Gwen's legs out with her hands.
She watched the split of her beaver.
The glorious pink and fleshy cunt lips spread out and overshadowed the huge kinky
black pussy bush that shrouded her mound.
Her clit stood up like a fleshy arrowhead.
Liz skated her fingers around the opening of the girl's cunt. She had never looked at
another girl's pussy in her life... much less envisioned herself going down on one.
But here she was.
And nothing short of an act of God could stop her now.
"Mmmmmmm," she said in response to toying with Gwen's burning hot pussy folds.
Gwen moved her hips in graceful, erotic circles... like a belly dancer as Liz began softly
strumming her clitoris.
The thing responded beautifully.
As if choreographed.
It throbbed and quivered under her fingers.
She felt the girl's cuntal valley getting wetter and juicier and hotter and slicker.
Around and around she swept her fingers.
Over and under and in between the fleshy folds of her pink, glossy inner lips she trailed
her fingers. She kept her one hand locked around Gwen's clit.
Locked around it and working it like crazy.
The thing bounced like a Mexican jumping bean in her hand.
The girl's cunt lips quivered and shook.
Her pussy slit ran juicy with cunt honey.
Daring herself to do it, Liz bent very low and took a taste.
She swallowed it and let out a satisfactory moan. The girl's juices reminded her of
honeysuckle blossoms. She sucked them back and bobbed down into her cunt valley for
still more.
This time, she dipped deeper.
She steered her tongue in between the ruby folds of her pussy and scooped out enough
cunt juice to coat her tongue and lips.
She drank her juices lavishly.
"Oh, yeah," Gwen said, swaying gracefully. "That's really nice. I can take tongue up me,
if you want to give me some."
Liz swallowed a taste of the delicious fruity syrup and made up her mind she would
dance down there for more. She stuck her tongue out.
She was poised for the kill.
Spreading Gwen's pussy lips out wide with one hand, locking her cunt between her
fingers with the other, Liz went down on the girl's thick, glistening lips.
She found her opening easily and guided her tongue into it.
"Mmmmmmm," Gwen told her right away, "you've got a nice soft tongue."
That was one thing she was already beginning to discover about this girl. She wasn't
one to make you wait and wonder about your rating as a love maker.
She gave you the straight dope right away.
She was incredibly uninhibited that way.
Her approval made Liz even more anxious to please. She speared the girl's plushy pink
hole with her tongue and set it to vibrating.
She had tried similar work like this on Darren Katanga's cock.
He'd liked it.
She had, too. Only the final payoff just never seemed worth the build up of excitement.
In short, she didn't come.
But now, without any cock up her or anyone's joint in her mouth, she felt aroused to
the breaking point. Surely something would burst through this dam of excitement.
She had a hunch it might be an orgasm.
A flood of orgasms.
She could hardly wait.
"More, if you like," Gwen said into her ear. "I love a good, wiggling tongue."
Indeed, the sluice of Gwen's cunt was extremely tight. Liz could feel her tongue probed
and prodded on all sides by wet, silken muscles.
She shoved her tongue up high and felt Gwen gyrate on the end of it.
"Mmmmmm!!!" she called again. "That's really hot. Spread your legs a bit and let me
get at that pussy of yours."
Liz obliged eagerly.
She straddled Gwen's tits and steered her taut buttocks down so that her pussy hung
over the girl's face. She kept her tongue busily thrusting in and out of her willowy hot
cunt.
"Great!!!" she heard Gwen say with marked enthusiasm as she felt a firm finger ply her
protruding clitoris around and around.
Then, just as she began to juice richly, she felt Gwen's fingers sink into her pussy.
And that's not all that sank into her pussy.
Along with her fingers, there were knuckles... and behind them... more knuckles.
Then, the hard brunt of the width of Gwen's fist.
"Tell me if this is too much," Gwen uttered softly. "I'm not aiming to hurt you."
Too much?
Oh, no, Liz thought to herself as her head buzzed with a myriad of horny sensations,
hardly. The fact was, she was waiting for the rest of it.
Waiting in tensed, agonized anticipation.
Waiting with every nerve poised.
Waiting with her whole pussy wound up like a tight coil.
Waiting to be fist fucked by the beautiful raven-haired girl.
Waiting to watch her suck her roan stallion stud.
Waiting to come for the first time in her life.
"Mmmmmm!!!!!" she said as the fist penetrated her. It filled her up as fully as she had
ever been filled up, but there was no discomfort.
Only lust.
"Here," Gwen said, "I'm gonna wind it around a little. It'll stretch you out some more."
The girl rotated her fist slowly inside Liz's big, horny cunt. She wound her fist around
and measured the size of the girl's pussy.
It was large.
Not as large as Brigette's, though the woman had been taking horse cock up there for a
number of years and that could account for its considerable size.
But big enough.
Bigger than her own. "Wow!" Gwen said, exploring further. "Your pussy is juicing real
good. Sometimes, I need to lube this fist to get it inside a cunt, but yours is doing all
that work on its own."
Not without the proper stimulation, it wouldn't, Liz thought.
Not without somebody who knows what she's doing the way Gwen does.
The girl stirred her fist inside Liz's cunt.
Liz crammed her tongue all the way inside Gwen's impossibly tight cunt canal.
It was an odd match, but one that worked because both the girls were intent to make it
work and willing to make necessary adjustments.
There was no way Gwen could take a fist up her cunt.
There was no way Liz wanted to take just a tongue up her pussy.
And now, the two of them, pretty much had . it their way.
Liz felt her cunt begin to pulsate. She had never experienced anything quite this strong
going on in there before.
It was as if the clutching muscles had a mind of their own.
She jammed her tongue up into Gwen's pussy slit and vibrated it hard.
Gwen rode her tongue pole like a rider on a merry-go-round horse.
Up and down, the girl pumped her fabulously slim and luscious hips.
Up and down she pumped them on Liz's thrusting tongue.
The sounds of slick, hot tongue meeting and slicing into wet, quivering cunt were
musical to both the girls' ears.
Liz couldn't quite figure a way to ride Gwen's fist, but she wanted to.
She craved to.
For now, she would have to be content!!!
But just as she thought she would have to take it as it was presented to her, Gwen
whispered into her ear. "If you want to pump it, I can fix it so you can."
"MMmmm!!!!" Liz said enthusiastically.
"Raise up a bit and I'll adjust my fist."
"Mmmmrn!"
"But whatever you do, don't take your tongue out of my pussy."
Liz raised her hips up, bracing her weight on the ground on either side of Gwen's
silken thighs. Then, she felt a sensation that blew her brains out.
It was like a cock, only bigger, harder, sharper.
She winced in agony, but the agony was only a prelude to passion.
The passion that overtook toppled all her old ideas and curtained her brain with a
blanket of fiery sparks. Her cunt gyrated out of control.
Her pussy spasmed wildly.
She began slowly, evenly to hump Gwen's fist.
And she began slowly to mount the pinnacle toward orgasm.
"Mmmmm!!!" she said, not wanting to remove her tongue from Gwen's cunt, but
feeling an overwhelming desire to sing out loud... maybe an aria.
Up and down, she pumped her round, voluptuous hips. Up and down to the rhythm of
Gwen's humping fist... to the rhythm of the spheres.
Something tripped a lever somewhere inside her.
A blast of cosmic power shot out from her inner body.
Her cunt collided with Gwen's pumping fist.
It collided in a jillion places. The muscles of her pussy clutched the fist and the glands
juiced all over it. She moaned as she sucked the girl's pussy.
"Oh, yeah," Gwen said, very near to climax herself.
"Don't stop now."
"Christ, I'm close."
The girl's screams echoed through the woods and down into the valley below.
Gwen tossed her hips fiercely and pumped Liz's greedy big randy cunt hard with her
fist. She shot off into space and went whirling around a few stars.
Then, just as she headed back toward earth, she could hear what sounded like the
ground shaking. But no, it wasn't the ground.
It was Liz.
Liz was coming, too.
Liz tossed her head back and spent herself on Gwen's fucking fist. Tire girl pumped her
fiercely as Liz bounced up and down and around in wild, uncontrolled circles.
She felt the front of her brain split from the rest of her body.
She felt her pussy melt like ice floes in the North Atlantic and carry her out to sea. Out
to a tropical sea. To warm sun and soothing breezes.
Her pussy spasmed.
Liz came and found herself clutching hotly at her nipples and Gwen's cunt and
anything else she could grasp. She went wild.
Once she had one orgasm, she didn't want to stop.
She excused herself and took another one.
It was only slightly more potent than the first.
Around and around, she bounced her luscious hips. Up and down her tits jiggled like
hot cantaloupes as she fucked Gwen's fist to another shuddering come.
Her cunt ablaze, she extinguished the fires with yet another rousing climax.
"Sheeeitttt!!!' Gwen said, surprised herself that another could be so hot atop her
jackhammer fist. She had fucked a few women this way.
But she had never seen one quite this hot.
Perhaps it was all that time the girl had spent trying to get off and never really
succeeded. Gwen had to smile to herself.
If she had only told her then, the two of them might have gotten together sooner and
Liz need never have wasted so much precious time.
But no more.
They were here and fucking each other in the best way they could.
They were here and fucking each other and all the masks of society's pretensions had
been cast aside.
They were here and fucking and things were as they should be.
Nature acted like a protective blanket around them.
Liz pumped her hips violently, if only to try and bring herself back to some semblance
of reality and away from the heady mind and body-blowing trip she had just been on.
From close by, the high-pitched whinny of a horse sounded.
It sounded impatient.


Chapter 10

The girls made love for at least another hour.
The moon was full up by the time they finally drifted off to sleep.
Liz awoke with a start.
"My God, it's late!!!" she said, sensing that she was violating some law of society by
staying out late in the woods and making love in the dark.
"You got someplace you have to be?" Gwen said, sleepily.
"No, only..."
"Only what?"
"Don't you?"
The raven-haired beauty stretched her tawny, curvaceous body into a relaxed yawn.
"Not that I can think of. Why in the world would I want to be anyplace else?"
"You got a good point there."
"Why don't you stop asking question and come over here. I got something I want to
show you."
"Where the hell are you?" Liz said peering through the hazy light.
Only flickers of shadows danced in front of her eyes. Gwen was somewhere among
them. But it would be hard to tell where.
"Over here. By Firebrand. Nice boy..."
She could tell that Gwen was talking to the horse. Her voice took on a velvety tone
when she spoke to her stallion.
And she could sort of judge where the two of them were.
"Oooooh," Gwen said delightfully.
"What are you so excited about?"
"Come on over here and Find out."
Her invitation stimulated Liz in places she thought couldn't possibly be stimulated
anymore this evening. A lot she knew.
"Keep talking or I'll never be able to find you."
"It's okay. I'm bringing Firebrand into the light... or what there is of it."
Liz watched as the naked raven-haired girl led the proud stallion into the middle of the
clearing. The moonlight shone brightly on his satiny roan coat.
"He's such a pretty boy," Gwen said, rumpling up the horse's mane.
"He is, isn't he," Liz said, as she admired her horse in the moonlight. His flanks looked
twice as big. His composition was even more striking.
Championship stock, Liz mused. No doubt about it.
She was so busy admiring her steed that she didn't even think to notice Gwen. The girl
was busying herself under the horse's umbrella flanks.
She was on her knees and playing with the big coconuts that bounced between the
horse's legs. She had to make sure he was game.
She ran her hand up the seam of his big thickish outer skin sheath. Her nipples rippled
and her pussy lips engorged as she felt the moist, slippery slit of the animal's dick.
She slipped her tongue into it. It was hard and juicing fully. "What are you waiting
for?" she said to her friend. "I don't think you want to miss this. Not if you really want
to know how to suck a horse."
Liz found herself practically running to where Gwen bent over Firebrand's genitals.
She couldn't see much, but she could see enough.
The moonlight cast a flurry of shadows over the scene, but one thing was in evidence.
Her mount's cock was jutting out the slit of his skin sheath and it was the reddest,
hottest, juiciest, biggest piece of equipment she had seen on a male.
And suddenly, just as Gwen had told her, the fact that he was a horse no longer seemed
to matter. He was a beautiful male animal with flesh and blood and a fuck stick the
length of a gear shift and the circumference of a man's arm.
And she wanted him.
She felt very glad that she had Gwen to guide her in her quest.
That might make things easier.
Her pussy quivered.
Her nipples burned.
Her heart ached at the sight of Gwen sucking the knob end of the greasy big red stick.
What in the world had she been missing out on?
She felt like an incredible novice.
Green and new and dumb.
And there was Gwen, so matter-of-factly sucking on that big, juicy cock head.
The thing grew longer as she stood there. "Come under here and touch it," Gwen said,
almost with a giggle in her throat. Maybe there was something about horse flesh that
thrilled and delighted her more than she could say. "Okay," Liz said, and swung under.
Gwen had her two hands anchored around the red veiny dick, about halfway up the
shaft. "You can touch him. Go on."
"He won't get wild or anything?"
"He might whinny or paw the ground. Nothing to worry about. He's spirited, but he
loves this. You'll see. I'll show you."
Liz reached one hand out tentatively and made contact with the soft pads of her
fingertips. His rod was rock hard yet wet and throbbing and had a kind of plastic feel to
it. She skated her hand up to the end.
"Oh, yeah," she said, wondrously enrapt. "This is great."
"Feel his balls, too. He's got a real thing about that."
Liz reached back and touched the solid circumference of the horse's thick, hard balls.
She sculpted them with her hands, tracing the outlines and curves.
She touched the seamy skin between the two huge coconut sacs.
She felt the hard balls inside the corrugated horse flesh.
"He's getting harder," Liz said to her friend. "Must be cause you're doing something he
likes."
"I think YOU'RE the one doing something he likes."
"This is what he likes," Gwen said and stuck her tongue out. She lashed it against the
firm rubbery rod of the horse's mighty meat. Liz was spellbound.
She had never even dreamt of putting her mouth on her horse's cock, and she had no
idea she would find it so arousing... even to watch.
She had an urge to jump right down and join in, but she waited a moment. The sight of
this girl sucking her horse's cock was too compelling.
The sounds made her pussy hum along in concert.
She watched intently as Gwen licked the firm and fiery tip of the stud's cock in wide
sweeping circles with her tongue.
Making a curiously wide "O" with her lips she tried again and again to take the head of
Firebrand's surly red cock down her mouth.
But she was barely up to the task.
Still, every three or four tries, she succeeded in ringing her mouth around the wet, hot
huge crown of the horse's mammoth fuck stick.
Her hands were busy, too.
They ran up and down the full length of the horse's shaft, caressing every vein and
nerve as she went along their way... every bump and crevice.
The low. animalistic sounds that came from far back in Gwen's throat told Liz that the
girl was enjoying this sex play... enjoying it wholly.
Suddenly, Gwen pulled her mouth off the hefty round of the horse's dick and rubbed
her elbow against Liz's side. "Why don't you try it?"
"Oh, wow! I'm afraid I'm not as talented as you are."
"Well, I've had a lot of practice. Why don't you just lick it a bit... get used to it?"
The thought almost made Liz's pussy lips clang together. As it was, her clit was sticking
up high and hard in between her moist, sex-laden lips.
She took a big breath and moved very close to the beating hot cock. She wasn't
prepared for how much heat it would be generating.
The thing was sizzling, as though it were plugged into an electrical outlet.
And wet, too. Wetter than her own pussy, if such a thing were possible.
Wetter than a dripping chocolate bar... a giant one.
Liz's steadied herself against Gwen's naked body and stuck her tongue out.
The taste of horse cock washed over her... engulfed her.
She had no idea it would be this strong.
Firebrand's cock tasted salty and earthy and faintly of urine, but it was a delicious taste.
She wanted more.
She groped for the tip of his dick.
She lashed her tongue around the crown of it and sucked as much of the slick, wet
meat into her mouth as she could. The horse was spectacularly hung.
Even more so than she could ever have imagined.
All she had ever seen was that skin sheath. It was impressive, but she had no idea what
lay waiting inside of it. This was delicious.
Big and hard and red and beating... like an elongated king size heart.
She touched it and licked the tip, trying to imitate Gwen, though she knew she lacked a
lot of expertise in that particular department.
"Flick your tongue over him," Gwen said, massaging the animal's big, beefy balls. "He
loves that. Don't you boy?"
From the sound Firebrand emitted from his throat, he clearly did.
Liz spiralled her tongue around and around the huge, hard throbbing log. She flicked it
like. Liz told her to, and she loved the sensations that swept through her as she did.
Nothing this arousing had ever taken a hold of her young body.
She felt as if she had been through the wringer, but what a machine!
She never felt this sexed up or alive.
She knew it was largely because of Gwen's insistent, gentle, hot love, but also because
of Firebrand. He was making her cunt weep with joy.
She could feel the tears trickling out of it. Liz lapped and lapped at the surly red prong
of the horse's fine cock.
Around and around she traced her tongue, imitating Gwen's path.
"I think you're in love," Gwen said, in a very teasing fashion. "I think you're in love
with this big, beautiful horsie, isn't she, boy?" Liz didn't mind the tease.
She didn't mind the sky falling in as long as she could suck on the horse's fabulously
long and hard and juicy prick stick. She longed to suck it all the way down inside of
her.
Trying Gwen's trick, she made an "O" with her mouth, stretching it wide.
But instead of capturing the head of it every third try, she could barely hold onto it.
The damned thing was just too big and slippery.
"How do you do it?" she said to her friend.
Gwen tossed her black shiny braid and whispered. "It is a little tricky. You have to
stretch it out real wide and then clamp down on it with your teeth."
"With my teeth?"
"Yeah, isn't that a hoot? Try doing that with a guy. He'll go right through the ceiling."
"But won't that hurt him?"
"No. His cock meat is real tough stuff. I know he's champion stock, but this here is
pure gristle. Isn't it boy?" she said, fingering the end of the big ramrod.
"Okay, let me try."
Again, Liz opened her mouth wide and when she thought she had a shot at it, she
clamped it down. Several tries later, she almost had it.
"You're learning fast," Gwen laughed. "Maybe you'll replace me."
"I doubt it."
"Hold onto his base and aim it into my mouth. I'll show you something."
Liz obliged. She wrapped both hands around the slick hilt of Firebrand's cock and
aimed it toward Gwen's open, lusting mouth.
The girl caught the stud's fuck stick on the first try and held it there a moment.
This time, Liz saw her teeth.
They were biting Firebrand's cock, but not too hard.
Gwen started twisting her head around and as she did so, she fingered her pussy.
That was just about too much for Liz to take.
"Mmmmmm," Gwen said as she bounced off the cock for a moment. "It's nice to have
my hands free for a change. I get really hot doing this."
"So I see."
"You want to try?"
Liz did indeed.
She and the girl changed places and she tried several times to get Firebrand's ramrod
into her teeth. On about the tenth try, she was partly successful.
But there was something so electric and dangerous and unpredictable about him. She
wasn't sure the two of them could control him if he decided to get frisky.
She watched as he swished his tail and tossed his head.
"We're getting him hot," Gwen said, nudging her friend.
"He's getting ME hot... I mean, BOTH of you are."
"You wanna try fucking him... just a bit, that is."
"Oh, I don't know..."
"If you like, we could. I can control him. I think you could handle him... a little bit.
Maybe not all the way the first time, but enough."
"I don't know..." Liz said, her voice wavering.
"Suit yourself."
"I'd like to... but... where would we? I mean, it's too dark out here to..."
"We could go to the octagon."
"What's there?"
"Equipment. There's a place you could sit that would be indoors and he couldn't bolt
and run. Also, it's safe there... quiet."
"I don't know..." Liz said, and she could hear the indecision in her voice again.
Yes, she wanted to try and get this horse's cock inside her pussy.
But what would she be risking?
Plenty, the way she figured it.
He might hurt her. That could be ugly.
Or he might not. She might love it. And in that case, she feared that she would never
again want to have anything to do with a human male.
"We can try some other time, if you like," Gwen said patiently. "Let's get our clothes on
and go over that way anyway. I can show you the set-up. That might help you make up
your mind."
Liz could hardly get her panties on. Her cunt felt hot and wet and enlarged from all
this excitement. She gave up on her bra and tucked it into her blazer pocket.
Half-dressed and with their hair tussled and their cheeks flushed, the girls led the horse
toward the octagon. Travelling with him proved difficult, because he was such a horny
bugger just then, what with a hard on.
But Gwen had confidence that he knew the octagon smells well enough to know that he
would get off here. Even if Liz didn't comply, she would see that he did.
"I wonder what time it is," Liz said idly. A brief flash of Darren's face crossed her mind.
If he were going to pick her up now, he would be sadly disappointed.
"Does it matter?" Gwen said, unlatching a very tricky latch she had been shown how to
operate. The place remained unlocked until about one in the morning.
Then, strict security was enforced.
But for now, the place was entered only with a little chicanery.
"Gosh," Liz said as they strolled in, "this is something."
"You should come here and watch a show sometime."
"Oh, I don't know..."
"Better still... come and participate."
"I don't think I'm that good yet."
"It isn't perfection we're looking for here, Liz. It's spirit. And from what I saw tonight,
your spirit is certainly willing enough."
"Is that the spot?" Liz said, her cunt lips twitching out of control.
"Yes, it is."
"It looks inviting enough."
An arrangement of solid polished wood platforms suggested that a woman might lie
within them and take a horse's cock into her mouth or into any other female orifice she
or the paying customers might choose.
"Climb up," Gwen said, reining the horse to the nearby pillars. He responded to the
sight of Liz's body climbing up the platforms with a wild whinny.
"He's been here before, I see," Liz said as she settled down.
Pulling her thighs wide apart and sticking her cunt up seemed to be the most natural
thing in the world in front of Gwen and her horse.
"You want to try it?" Gwen said, leaning over and fingering Liz's outstretched pussy
lips. "Your cunt looks hot enough to take it."
"I'm hot enough," Liz admitted, "only I'm a little scared. What if he-"
"Oh, don't worry about him," Gwen assured her. "If he gets jittery or freaked, I can
take care of him. I won't let him shoot in you either. I'll take his come in my mouth."


THE END
