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Authors name: [lost]
Story title : Horse Barn
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Horse Barn
by Unknown Author
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had
started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after
seeing a friend of hers riding in a show.
Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings not
excluding the feeling of dominance over a huge and
beautiful creature. The occasional pleasant physical
sensations of riding were not lost on her either.
After high school, riding took a back seat to other
activities, including college, social affairs and men,
not necessarily in that order.
Sandy was attractive and well placed enough to have her
pick of men and their attributes. She chose the most
important, age and money. Marrying an older man had its
advantages, including physical lovemaking.
Although she enjoyed dominating her horses, she did not
enjoy dominating OR being dominated by men. Younger men
were always more interested at pleasing themselves
rather than in her feelings. She enjoyed sensitive and
sharing men. She found that trait much more common in
older men, particularly in bed.
But money decided it.
Well into her thirties now, and still ravishingly
beautiful she was enjoying the "fruits" of her labor,
an easy carefree life of leisure. This life-style
allowed her to return to her first love - horses.
For a long time now she had been an avid "horsewoman."
Attending all the shows and parties associated with
them. Her deceivingly youthful beauty was lost on most
of the yuppies in that circle. Her medium height and
average "build" never attracted attention. Her short,
soft brown hair seemed out of place among the bleached
and exotically permed coiffures.
Her exquisitely beautiful face was totally lost among
in the circle of people interested in money (women) and
boobs and pussies (men)and dicks (some of both).
She never was a real fan of other horsy people... until
that is -- Jim came along.
Jim was more than a horse person was, he was an animal
person. An animal rights group because of their sup-
posed harsh treatment of horses picketed one of the
social gatherings.
Sandy had never seen anything cruel, like what they
claimed. Being concerned, she made a point of talking
to them. Her attraction to Jim was immediate.
Meeting him accomplished two things - she could
question him and she could get to know him.
The stories he told, curdled her blood; she couldn't
bring herself to believe them. And after striking up
a nice friendship with Jim, Sandy brought herself to
challenge him. "Prove it," she said.
Jim said he would and promised to call her later when
time allowed. Days passed without a word. Actually,
Sandy had lost interest in the "cause", but not in
Jim. She had never met anyone quite like Jim -- tall,
relatively angular and, oh, so gentle AND passionate.
Her imagination was filled with fleeting visions of
them together. Her bedroom activities with her husband
took an interesting turn, so much so that her husband
expressed puzzlement. But he wasn't going to look the
gift horse in the mouth. (So to speak)
Then one day Jim called. He offered to take her to a
horse farm and show her what they did. Sandy fell all
over herself in accepting the offer, but stopped short
of admitting she had lost interest in his cause.
Being a rather surreptitious outing, they made a date
to meet after dusk.
After stopping for tea Jim drove to a horse farm not
far from Sandy's ranch.
They parked down the road and hiked across several
fields to a large barn that obviously housed the
ranch's stud animals. Striving for utmost quiet, with
much difficulty they made their way to the hayloft,
which had a convenient open view of a large saw-dusted
area.
Frighteningly soon after they had hidden themselves
from sight, several people entered the barn. Actually,
Sandy was disappointed. After two hours close to Jim
her interest and, yes, desire for Jim had heightened.
Jim had shown significant interest, too, after Sandy
had grabbed his hand once during their foray. The
gentle squeezing she had felt several times were more
than a protective reaction.
But here they were -- stretched prone together prac-
tically buried in warm, fragrant hay, his arm around
her, clearly not for protection, forced to be still
and quiet. He whispered his chagrin at the interrup-
tion, and she mumbled a "damn!" Looking down they saw
three people.
Sandy recognized the ranch owner, a fat, sleazy blob
who was rumored to be connected to some sort of illegal
pornography ring. And his excessively young wife with
a pleasing, but wasted out blondee beauty about her and
some creepy looking man with a camera.
Their mumbling was thankfully, unintelligible. Then an
expletive bubbled from the blob as a third man entered
with a mare.
Almost immediately the stirring's of other horses were
heard all around them.
Sandy whispered that the mare must be in heat. Jim
answered that he had not expected anything like this,
he was told that they tortured animals at this place.
Sandy said that the Blob was known as a respected
breeder, and that she knew that he was wrong about
them miss treating animals. But the presence of the
camera lent an air of suspicion to the scene.
The mare was tied to a post in full view of the hiding
couple. The man then left, and returned with a beau-
tiful black stallion, which was rapidly becoming too
hard to hold.
The blob, indignantly yelled for him to "turn the
mother-fucker loose!"
With a total change in temperament the raging, beau-
tiful stallion sniveled up to the mare, nuzzling her
nose and neck. With impressive aplomb he initiated a
thrilling demonstration of sexual foreplay that would
have warranted a chapter in Masters and Johnson, Sandy
thought.
During the pleasant display Jim's arm tightened around
her in sympathy. His other had reached for hers. He
squeezed it reassuringly.
The stallion needed no such reassurance from the mare.
His splendid penis began sliding from its sheath to
form an amazingly beautifully strong looking staff.
It was jet black, glistening under the bright artifi-
cial lights. The head was smooth and rounded. It kept
growing and growing.
When it was about a foot long the stallion resumed his
attentions to the mare's neck. He began nibbling and
biting, but the mare obviously enjoyed his attention.
As his penis grew to about 18" he tried to mount the
mare. The big horse had difficulty with that maneuver,
but the mare appeared to help. When the stallion
finally climbed atop the mare his penis had grown to
an awe-inspiring two feet. It was easily three inches
across.
Jim's had grown too, although not to the same propor-
tions. As he squirmed uncomfortable Sandy dropped his
hand and rolled over sideways towards him, whispering,
"Magnificent!"
All Jim could do was acknowledge the statement of fact
and grin at her.
She leaned over, kissed him hard, (her inhibitions were
lost in the somewhere in the hay by now.) and breathed
heavily.
They both turned their attention back to the stallion,
(well, actually, Sandy's hand did slip down Jim's body
to his crotch, and Jim responded by finding Sandy's
hard nipple.) by now, the Stallion was intent on find-
ing the mare's vagina. He was working up a great
lather humping and pumping with his splendidly muscular
haunches supporting that majestic and imposing rod.
And then, like magic, when he seemed to be at the end
of his endurance, his grand rod went home. The superb
stallion, finding renewed energy, gave a cry of plea-
sure and redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic,
sparkling penis slipped deep in and out of the mare,
many things happened all at once.
The mare arched her back and whinnied her encouragement,
Jim groaned, "My God!" and Sandy moaned in anticipation,
"Oh, do it to me, please, do it to me!" As Jim ran his
hand down between her legs.
Over and over the stallion drove his glorious penis
deeper into the mare and with each stroke both the
stallion and the mare screamed in unison. The stal-
lion's strokes approached ten inches in length and the
penetration by his spectacular organ was very nearly
complete. Excited beyond belief, Sandy reached down
and removed Jim's erect penis from the constraints of
clothing and, as Jim rolled over on his side, never
taking his eyes off of the main show, she began her
own stroking.
Neither did Sandy miss a single stroke of the stallion,
she lay beside her human stud and stroked his manhood
while watching the animals below. But she assisted Jim
in loosening her own slacks so he could gently stroke
her the way she was doing for him.
Finally with one magnificent plunge the stallion came
with a heart-wrenching shriek. The mare's cry in re-
sponse echoed in the barn. That climax halted both
Sandy and Jim as they watched in fascination as the
Stallion emptied himself into his mare.
As the stallion struggled to complete the unloading of
his wad into the mare, Sandy turned toward Jim with
pleading eyes, "Do it with me, please!" Jim urgently
whispered that they must wait until the people left or
they would be caught.
Sandy made it plain that she didn't care as she fondled
Jim's shaft and balls in a lewd display to show him
what he was missing. But Jim held firm.
They both hoped that the Blob would be off to repeat
the show with his lovely young wife, but in more classy
surroundings. But their show was not over yet.
While the unsuspecting aroused audience was feasting
their eyes and senses on the center ring, the blob
and his assistant were nonchalantly preparing the
second act. They had lead (if that is the appropriate
word) a magnificent chestnut stallion from his stall
to the edge of the room to watch the show. Needless
to say, he was fit to be tied.
The lack of a partner did not dissuade him from sport-
ing his own magnificent tool. It was a lighter brown-
ish color, but equally stunning in the reflection of
the bright lights. It was easily two feet if it was
an inch. Its diameter had to be more than three inches.
By now the first stallion was totally spent and had
backed off of the pleasured mare. Uncharacteristically,
they both drifted away from each other.
The stallion was guided back to his stall and the mare
was lead out of the building. Both Jim and Sandy had
intended to resume their attentions to each other, but
she noticed a curious happening - Blob's wife was re-
moving her clothes! Sandy almost cried out loud,
"They're going to do it right here!" But she caught
herself.
By the time the blondee was stark naked, the second
stallion had been lead, with difficulty, out to the
center of the room. He had a curious saddle attached
to him, more like a hammock suspended beneath him.
It clearly took all of the efforts of the Blob, and
the photographer to contain or at least minimize the
antics of the excited horse.
Although it was clear that the young girl had done
this before it was with justifiable trepidation that
she climbed into the harness beneath the snorting and
nervously shuffling stallion.
The contrast between the dark brown stallion and the
creamy white skin of the blondee girl was starkly
evident.
Sandy clung to Jim and choked out the words, "She can't
do it, he'll tear her apart." And after a suitable
pause, "I can't believe that anyone would..."
The stallion had no idea what was going on. All he
knew is that he wanted to find a mare. He snorted and
whinnied and anxious pranced around -- he was reaching
a dangerous level. He almost broke the leads held by
the men when he blondee finally arranged herself.
Grasping the horse like she would a human lover, slowly
but surely, the pretty girl scooted towards the stal-
lion's awaiting magnificent shiny brown, imposing penis
now fully erect and poised.
A transformation seemed to overtake the stallion when
the blondee made the first contact. In utter amazement
he stopped in his tracks. Although there was a lack of
a mare the unmistakable feeling of something soft and
pliable, warm and welcoming beneath him drew his
attention. Nature took charge.
The determined humping of his magnificent haunches
began. In the air his strokes began as just a few
inches, but as the blondee gathered courage and con-
fidence in estimating the motions she held his
thrusting penis his both hands and the horses stabs
grew longer.
The blondee obviously couldn't stand the inertia of
his magnificently strong thrusts, so the sling was
designed to allowed her to ride with them, she could
float with the strokes by relaxing or hold herself
still against them by grabbing the horse's underside.
At first the plunges met resistance. After an amazing-
ly short time; however, the resistance lessened, pre-
sumably the blondee's juices were flowing freely by
now.
Both Jim and Sandy echoed the blondee's muffled cry
when the stallion's immense penis finally thrust home.
It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-long
stroke that did the trick. Sandy froze at the sight
and Jim lay transfixed.
The blondee girl caught her breath as she hung loosely
in the hammock and rode with the stallion's wild
thrusts. His frustration at only being able to pene-
trate a few inches sent the stallion into a frenzy.
The cameraman wasn't missing any of the action, he
seemed to be everywhere at once, catching all of the
incredible action between horse and woman.
The blonde woman instantly took the only suitable
action that could help his frenzy. By grabbing the
horses neck in her arms she could hold herself
relatively still beneath the agonizingly splendid
thrusts and by skillfully riding with them most of
the way she allowed the magnificent beast to sink
deeper into her moist white flesh.
As the stallion poured his whole being into each mon-
strous stab, the blondee girl slowly and juicily and
with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of his
incredible staff. It was an amazing and extraordinary
spectacle - a lovely, flawlessly white blondee girl,
suspended beneath a magnificent chestnut stallion with
a foot of shiny black pulsing penis still trying with
growing effectiveness to find a safe haven.
It was not to be. The blondee girl could stand no
more. During one hump she caught hold of the horses
underside for dear life. Being anchored firmly now,
the flailing thrusts of the stallion were returned
with a delicious, lubricated sliding of his gorgeous
black penis in and out of her creamy pink vagina.
Although the blondee girl's delicate pink clitoris was
waiving in the breeze of the stallion's motions, she
didn't seem concerned or disappointed, she just hung
on.
Throughout all of this Jim and Sandy were motionless.
They where repulsed, they were aroused, they both found
it hard to breathe.
The sensuous groans of the blondee girl and high pitch-
ed screams of the stallion blended into a crescendo
when the horse climaxed in ecstasy, body sweat soaked
and shivering.
The young woman did not anticipate the stallion's
orgasm, but her actions did nothing to discourage it.
An "Oh, god, it's done!" was all that could be heard
from her. Her arms, up until that moment totally
intent on holding her lover close, were released and
spread wide in the air following her orgasm.
As the stallion grunted to expend the last drop of
his semen, the blondee girl fell limp in the harness.
The men rushed to extract the tired young woman from
her "bed". When she was free they just let her col-
lapse in a heap next to them.
The blob and his photographer-buddy wandered indif-
ferently off towards the barn doors. The groom grabbed
the stallion's lead to escort him back to his stall
and a well-deserved rest, but the horse would have
none of that. He jerked the lead away from the unwary
man and turned toward the inert girl. Resplendent in
his dark brown coat, shiny from sweat, with his still
magnificent, but spent, penis nearly dragging the
ground he nuzzled the girl until she regained her
senses.
To the utter amazement of all present, he planting what
was unmistakably a kiss on her beautiful upturned face.
His soft muzzle then passed slowly down her spent young
body, his touch, a gentle, warm, moist breath. He
expelled an unmistakable sigh when he reached her moist
and overflowing sex.
Fighting the urgent tug of the assistant, he planted
a long warm nuzzle between the young girls legs, raised
his huge head, shaking off the befuddled man and
pranced off as happy as any teenage boy you have seen.
Uttering blasphemes the men quickly grabbed the girl
and cruelly dragged her naked out of the barn.
All was quiet in the building then, save for the
gentle rustling of hay in the loft -- mixed with the
impassioned breathing of Jim and Sandy following the
lead of the previous couple.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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