Not again.
of
Mostly Harmless
genre
zoophilia
I won't do that again...
This is all Mum's fault.
She was the one who asked me to assist her, in the Breeding shed.
Her usual helper was sick and Mum needed someone to help... it was the school holidays, I was at home, doing nothing, and so she coerced me into helping her.
Sure, I liked the horses, I'd had one of my own for years, although he was too small for me to ride now.
I was mildly offended by the job at first, offended by the fact everything seemed to be aiming at helping the stallion... and not the mare that was being serviced. I held the mares tail out of the way.. so the stallion could a good, clear shot at the mare (in Mum's words) ... then I had to stand there and watch the whole thing, as he did it to her. Standing off to one side, as I was, I got to see way more than what I wanted too, as well as watching Mum laugh at me squirming in embarrassment.
I hadn't had sex up until then, I had avoided thought about having sex... the only sex that I had witnessed, up close, like this, was the two horses in front of me, right now.
But I tell you... I was embarrassed because my own cunt betrayed me... felt like it was puckering up, felt for the stallion, when he came for the mare, his cock alive for her. I felt the two of them mating, inside of me... I wanted it, I welcomed it... and I was thinking about doing it with a horse... not a guy.
Maybe not with a full sized horse though... he was too big... luckily, I knew of an alternative...
My horse was little, bought for me when I was seven... I'd outgrown him, he'd become too small for me to ride for eight years or so... but now, it seemed to me, that he'd be just the right size, to ride me.
I went out and looked at him with new eyes. I imagined doing things to him, and him to me... I thought he'd be good, for what I had in mind.
I went up close to him, patted him, pressed myself against him, in what I hoped looked like an innocent manner... tantalising myself with the thought of it, the thought of him. I wanted to rub him, rub myself against him, take him into my hand, take him into my body. I closed my eyes and day-dreamed about how good it would be and I planned how I could make it happen.
After dark, I went back out to him, anyone seeing me would think I had a bucket of food for him... but it wasn't that sort of bucket, it was a bucket from the Breeding shed. He grew long as I ran the wet, warm, soapy sponge up and down his shaft and his response to what I was doing brought about an even stronger response in me. I was making it happen, I was in control. I dropped the sponge back into the water, and used my bare skin on him instead... long firm strokes along his long firm meat... I squeezed it, I tugged gently on the end of it, I coaxed it, teased it, tasted it... I took his warm, clean cock into my mouth and sucked on it gently, feeling it expand, feeling the horse begin to hump my face.
He was mine!
I could do what I wanted with him!
I teased him with my tongue, rotating my head, swivelling it around, sucking him, deep into my mouth
I take his cock out of my mouth and pull it out, from under his body, I used it to stimulate me, front on, rubbing it between my legs, up against my vagina, pressing and parting my vulva, wanting it inside, soothing the throbbing urgency that was building up inside of me... I thought I'd be able to wait, I thought I could control it... I thought I could do it at a later, safer time... but I'd thought wrong.
This was wrong... risky, but I don't care anymore.
I need more, right here, right now.
I slipped the shoulder straps of the dungarees off, slip the rest of it, down below my hips.
No undies... I'm ready... I was always ready... I came ready to do more, just in case.
The horse can smell me, smell something about me that he's never smelt before. I don't know if he is intrigued by it, but he sniffs the bare arse that I've presented to him... a small shiver goes through me as his nose makes contact... and I lift myself, offering my arse to him. He snuffles at it, licking his own cock, between my leg's, getting the back of of my thighs as well. I spread my legs, his cock drops out from between them. His nose invades the space that it just occupies... and now he is licking me out. I want to squeal in delight at the intense sensation that six inches of tongue bring to me... his tongue wraps around my the curves of my cunt, everything stimulated, all at once... I try to fuck his mouth, wanting him in me. At the same time, I snatch up his fallen cock, turn and put it up against myself, backing up, onto it. It splits me, and I, none to gently, try to insert it into myself, gripping it, pulling it hard... get the fuck into me! I stir my body with it, I spur the horse on, as well... he braces, bucks and fucks me... and in a second, he's four inches deep.
My eye's almost pop out of my head and I groan, both in pain and in satisfaction, as he pops my cherry.
The horse knows what I'm here for now... he feels girl meat, all around him and he likes the feel of me, all around his cock. I'm wet and slippery, all he's ever wanted. He fucks more and more of himself, into me... a slow, slow fucking that coats his cock in my mucous, allowing him to go in smoother, go in further. He revels in the use of my body, as he takes me... and, because I'm getting something from it too... I let him continue.
He's slow and methodical, I feel him quivering, I know he's going to blow his load... I ram him extra deep and feel it gush into me.. heat and fluid where there was only a little before. I'm so fucking wet now!. It's like a fire hose squirting, inside of me, even deeper than the horses cock is. It blasts out of him, put it doesn't put the fire out, it feeds it. I'm hotter, hotter... hotter... engulfed in flames, consumed, put me out, put me out... put me out!
I'm suddenly fucking the horse hard and fast as he ejaculates the last of himself into me, cunt muscles clamping down on him, milking every last bit of it from him. He's swollen up, the head of him flared up big, as far into me as he can go, my muscles alternatively fluttering and convulsing, on top of it.
He withdraws, the head of his cock sucking most of his come after it. He dumps it, all over my dungarees, soaking them in liquid.
I stand and pull down my shirt, my elation fading as I take stock of the situation.
I smell of him... I smell of horse... horse flesh, horse cock, horse cum.
I'm wet with perspiration, predominately mine, maybe the horses too...
I'm wet with cum.
I take the cloth from the bucket and wipe myself down.
I pull the dungarees back up... feeling the wetness on them.
I empty the bucket and take it back to the Breeding shed.
Then I sneak back into the house.
I won't do that again.
.
.
.
Until I'm home alone.
This is all Mum's fault.
She was the one who asked me to assist her, in the Breeding shed.
Her usual helper was sick and Mum needed someone to help... it was the school holidays, I was at home, doing nothing, and so she coerced me into helping her.
Sure, I liked the horses, I'd had one of my own for years, although he was too small for me to ride now.
I was mildly offended by the job at first, offended by the fact everything seemed to be aiming at helping the stallion... and not the mare that was being serviced. I held the mares tail out of the way.. so the stallion could a good, clear shot at the mare (in Mum's words) ... then I had to stand there and watch the whole thing, as he did it to her. Standing off to one side, as I was, I got to see way more than what I wanted too, as well as watching Mum laugh at me squirming in embarrassment.
I hadn't had sex up until then, I had avoided thought about having sex... the only sex that I had witnessed, up close, like this, was the two horses in front of me, right now.
But I tell you... I was embarrassed because my own cunt betrayed me... felt like it was puckering up, felt for the stallion, when he came for the mare, his cock alive for her. I felt the two of them mating, inside of me... I wanted it, I welcomed it... and I was thinking about doing it with a horse... not a guy.
Maybe not with a full sized horse though... he was too big... luckily, I knew of an alternative...
My horse was little, bought for me when I was seven... I'd outgrown him, he'd become too small for me to ride for eight years or so... but now, it seemed to me, that he'd be just the right size, to ride me.
I went out and looked at him with new eyes. I imagined doing things to him, and him to me... I thought he'd be good, for what I had in mind.
I went up close to him, patted him, pressed myself against him, in what I hoped looked like an innocent manner... tantalising myself with the thought of it, the thought of him. I wanted to rub him, rub myself against him, take him into my hand, take him into my body. I closed my eyes and day-dreamed about how good it would be and I planned how I could make it happen.
After dark, I went back out to him, anyone seeing me would think I had a bucket of food for him... but it wasn't that sort of bucket, it was a bucket from the Breeding shed. He grew long as I ran the wet, warm, soapy sponge up and down his shaft and his response to what I was doing brought about an even stronger response in me. I was making it happen, I was in control. I dropped the sponge back into the water, and used my bare skin on him instead... long firm strokes along his long firm meat... I squeezed it, I tugged gently on the end of it, I coaxed it, teased it, tasted it... I took his warm, clean cock into my mouth and sucked on it gently, feeling it expand, feeling the horse begin to hump my face.
He was mine!
I could do what I wanted with him!
I teased him with my tongue, rotating my head, swivelling it around, sucking him, deep into my mouth
I take his cock out of my mouth and pull it out, from under his body, I used it to stimulate me, front on, rubbing it between my legs, up against my vagina, pressing and parting my vulva, wanting it inside, soothing the throbbing urgency that was building up inside of me... I thought I'd be able to wait, I thought I could control it... I thought I could do it at a later, safer time... but I'd thought wrong.
This was wrong... risky, but I don't care anymore.
I need more, right here, right now.
I slipped the shoulder straps of the dungarees off, slip the rest of it, down below my hips.
No undies... I'm ready... I was always ready... I came ready to do more, just in case.
The horse can smell me, smell something about me that he's never smelt before. I don't know if he is intrigued by it, but he sniffs the bare arse that I've presented to him... a small shiver goes through me as his nose makes contact... and I lift myself, offering my arse to him. He snuffles at it, licking his own cock, between my leg's, getting the back of of my thighs as well. I spread my legs, his cock drops out from between them. His nose invades the space that it just occupies... and now he is licking me out. I want to squeal in delight at the intense sensation that six inches of tongue bring to me... his tongue wraps around my the curves of my cunt, everything stimulated, all at once... I try to fuck his mouth, wanting him in me. At the same time, I snatch up his fallen cock, turn and put it up against myself, backing up, onto it. It splits me, and I, none to gently, try to insert it into myself, gripping it, pulling it hard... get the fuck into me! I stir my body with it, I spur the horse on, as well... he braces, bucks and fucks me... and in a second, he's four inches deep.
My eye's almost pop out of my head and I groan, both in pain and in satisfaction, as he pops my cherry.
The horse knows what I'm here for now... he feels girl meat, all around him and he likes the feel of me, all around his cock. I'm wet and slippery, all he's ever wanted. He fucks more and more of himself, into me... a slow, slow fucking that coats his cock in my mucous, allowing him to go in smoother, go in further. He revels in the use of my body, as he takes me... and, because I'm getting something from it too... I let him continue.
He's slow and methodical, I feel him quivering, I know he's going to blow his load... I ram him extra deep and feel it gush into me.. heat and fluid where there was only a little before. I'm so fucking wet now!. It's like a fire hose squirting, inside of me, even deeper than the horses cock is. It blasts out of him, put it doesn't put the fire out, it feeds it. I'm hotter, hotter... hotter... engulfed in flames, consumed, put me out, put me out... put me out!
I'm suddenly fucking the horse hard and fast as he ejaculates the last of himself into me, cunt muscles clamping down on him, milking every last bit of it from him. He's swollen up, the head of him flared up big, as far into me as he can go, my muscles alternatively fluttering and convulsing, on top of it.
He withdraws, the head of his cock sucking most of his come after it. He dumps it, all over my dungarees, soaking them in liquid.
I stand and pull down my shirt, my elation fading as I take stock of the situation.
I smell of him... I smell of horse... horse flesh, horse cock, horse cum.
I'm wet with perspiration, predominately mine, maybe the horses too...
I'm wet with cum.
I take the cloth from the bucket and wipe myself down.
I pull the dungarees back up... feeling the wetness on them.
I empty the bucket and take it back to the Breeding shed.
Then I sneak back into the house.
I won't do that again.
.
.
.
Until I'm home alone.
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