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Authors name: Jasper Goat (jasper_goat@yahoo.com)
Story title : Peter the Horselover

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Peter the Horselover (MM/horse)
by Jasper Goat (jasper_goat@yahoo.com)

***

Mark learns more about the action taking place on his 
uncle's ranch and becomes a willing pupil in a totally 
new experience.




The clink of glass against glass woke me from my reverie 
and I sat up, my head still muzzy from the heady mix of 
liquor, poppers and sex. Bob was pouring himself another 
bourbon from the bottle on his desk in a pool of light 
cast by the antique desk lamp. His face was in semi 
darkness but the desk lamp showed up his hairy thighs in 
sharp relief and his large deflated penis drooping down 
over that long scrotum.

It looked wrinkled and a bit sad now, especially when 
only a few minutes before it had been standing proud and 
erect, forcing out jets of thick grey-white cum from 
those gigantic balls. His body may have lost the grace 
and beauty of its youth but I think that by gratifying 
himself with my youthful, hairless body had added to his 
pleasure. 

Bob went down the short corridor towards the bathroom 
and I heard him urinate noisily into the bowl. I gazed 
around the office, taking in the familiar scene: the 
wall covered with a rainbow of different colored prize 
cards and rosettes; at the Winchester 'yellow boy' 
carbine that I coveted, and at the bank of high-tech 
equipment on a shelf by the window.

There was the low rumble of the flush and my uncle 
reappeared. He had left the bathroom light on and was 
silhouetted in its glow as he stomped back along the 
corridor. With those long dangling balls swinging from 
side to side as he walked, he looked like a shambling 
great bear on the prowl and I couldn't contain my 
laughter.

"What's so funny, Bub." He growled. His voice made me 
think of bears even more.
"Nothing" I said between a fit of the giggles. "I've 
just never pictured Smokey Bear looking like that 
before!"

We began to exchange cheerful insults. "OK, OK, 
funnyman. Let's see if you can 'cum' like that when 
you're my age, you one-shot wonder! I can make it again 
anytime you're ready -buster!"

I could never resist a challenge, especially one that 
promised still more pleasure, so I boasted. "One-shot 
wonder? Huh! I'm like that cistern in there. You can 
almost hear my balls filling up again!"

But despite our brave words, neither of us was really 
ready yet, and in any case, I rather enjoy that lazy 
satisfying time recovering from a good jerking session, 
so I tried to change the subject. Pointing to a bank of 
small TV screens on a shelf, I said "They're new."

"Yeah," He walked over to a small console by his desk 
and scratched his furry chest before adding. "We had 
some guys stealing from farms in the County a while 
back, so I got a company from Berneville to come out and 
install all this. -Here, I'll show you." He pressed a 
few switches and the screens flickered into life.

Pretty soon I began to make out familiar scenes round 
the yard and the main buildings. Bob was fond of gadgets 
and lost no time demonstrating how he could pan and tilt 
the cameras, adjust the lighting and even record on to 
tape for later playback. To be honest, I was beginning 
to be sorry I had asked, but something Bob said made me 
prick up my ears;-

"..I've kept these cameras secret -no one else even 
knows they're there."
His voice dropped low so that I had to strain to hear. 
"And you'd be surprised at what some guys get up to when 
they think no-one else is around!"

"Too damn right, Unc.!" I agreed. "Look at the pair of 
us!"

He laughed with me, but then he started to look 
uncomfortable and I got the idea that he had let slip 
more than he meant to. Since our first encounter by the 
pool, I had noticed a subtle difference in his manner 
toward me; the bluff 'uncle to nephew' act he had always 
put on with me had toned down one helluva lot, replaced 
by...just what? He was now treating me as an equal -like 
a fellow conspirator in some great secret. 

Yes, that was it! I suddenly realised that the same 
thing had happened with Dad.

It was as though I had somehow been initiated into some 
great campus secret society. 

The liquor had loosed my tongue so I asked bluntly.

"So what do you mean by 'guys getting up to things'?" 

It's hard to fathom how anyone could look any more 
embarrassed than when they are standing in front of you 
butt-naked, but Uncle Bob gave it a real good try. A 
look of pain passed over his face and he muttered.
Oh,.you know."

"I don't!" I persisted. "Whaddya mean?.Wanking? 
Fucking?.What?"

"Let's leave it be, shall we? I don't think you're ready 
for it."

"Bullshit! Here we are dressed only in our skins, 
recovering from one of the best jerk-offs I've had in 
months and you say I'm not ready? What else is there for 
chrissakes? Anyways, If you don't tell me, you can solo 
jerk for the rest of my visit!"

'Blackmail, even' My little voice joined in. 'Whatever 
next?'

Blackmail or not, my argument seemed to work, for Bob 
took a deep breath and after a long pause for thought, 
finally said.

"You know I asked you about Peter?" I nodded, 
encouraging him to go on.

"Did he try to do.anything with you?" I had to think 
quickly but I reckoned that it was OK to come clean. Bob 
must already know something about his Native American 
foreman that I didn't -or why did he bring it up now? I 
took a deep breath and lied in a matter-of fact way. 

"Sure, we jerked each other off .It was great. I enjoyed 
it." He looked surprised and a bit envious that I hadn't 
wasted much time in getting it together with his 
foreman. "Why do you ask?" I enquired with fake 
innocence. 

He seemed lost in thought and it was a while before he 
drew a deep breath and started on his tale.

"One night, a while back, I left the cameras running in 
the barn. There was a mare about to foal and I wanted to 
keep an eye on her as she was getting close to her time. 
She didn't foal that night, so I rewound the tape. That 
was when I saw something strange as the pictures whizzed 
by -It was Peter in the barn."

"So what?" I enquired. "Knowing him and his horses, I 
expect he was keeping an eye on the mare too." 

"No way." Said Bob, sounding like Perry Mason at the end 
of a case. "He was leading another mare into a loose 
box." He paused for dramatic effect adding slowly. 
"And..he was stark bollocky nekkid!"

"Wowee" I said, but my voice was husky with excitement. 
This was really gross, but why was my cock getting so 
stiff? I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"Did you keep the tape?"

"Dam' right I kept the tape" Said Bob. "Although there 
wasn't much more to see since the camera only covered 
the corridor. I checked the timestamp on the tape and it 
was about 20 minutes later before Pete came back into 
view, still as naked as a baby. He drew some water from 
the faucet and washed himself down and.." 

He paused to see if he still had my full attention - He 
sure had!

"He made damn sure to see that his prick was clean." 

I was fondling my cock by this time as he was telling 
the story, and I could see that it was having an effect 
on Bob's hardware too. That big square-looking cock was 
steadily rising from its forest of curly gray hair and 
pointing towards me as he looked to see my reaction to 
his tale. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed and I 
mentally counted the strokes -there were eleven. It was 
late -very late for this early-rising household and I 
hoped that Bob hadn't noticed and bring an end to his 
fascinating tale. I doubted that I would ever get to 
know the end unless I could keep his whiskey-fed 
eroticism going. 

"Have you done anything about it since, Unc?"

A faint smile -almost a leer -changed his expression. We 
were fellow conspirators again. Dam' right I did!" Again 
that leer. "I moved the camera and I keep the tapes 
running every night since then!" He went over to a gray 
filing cabinet, his stiff dick pointing the way like 
some obscene banner. If I hadn't been so aroused myself 
I would have laughed at the ridiculous sight. 

There was a dull rumble as the drawer rolled forward and 
Bob fingered his way along a row of tapes and pulled one 
out. Sliding the black plastic cassette out of its cover 
he inserted it into the slot of player. 

The screen came to life showing a row of horses standing 
quietly in their stalls. Bob had spared no expense and 
unlike the small security monitors, this picture was 
bright and crisp -and in full color. Bob picked up the 
remote and came over to sit beside me. The tape speeded 
forward until he stopped it when the timestamp showed 
22:45. The date was about three months earlier. After a 
minute or so the real action began on the screen.

Peter came into the barn and walked up the aisle 
checking each box as he went. The horses watched him 
with lazy interest as he passed them by but it was clear 
from his purposeful step that he had one particular 
horse in mind. Bob had done his homework well and the 
camera zoomed into close focus as Peter stood almost 
underneath. The sound was muzzy and picked up a lot of 
extra noise but we could hear Peter's deep voice 
muttering little endearments as he nuzzled his head 
against one particular horse. "That's Lucy May," growled 
Bob in my ear.

For a long time, Peter nuzzled and patted the mare's 
head and I could see that she was relishing the 
attention. He moved away slightly out of shot but I 
could just see him slip off his buckskin jacket and hang 
it on an old lamp bracket. He drew his shirt over his 
head and his long ponytail disappeared through the 
collar hole only to reappear cascading down the 
magnificent back I had caressed only a few days before.

I had been too interested in the action taking place 
before me to think about myself, but I becoming aware of 
a dull ache in my balls. They had been licked, sucked 
and fondled by Bob earlier -they had even taken a 
beating from his last crazy masturbatory strokes. Now, 
as they regained their potency, they were letting me 
know they were ready for more action. I glanced quickly 
over at my uncle: He was leaning forward, entranced by 
the sight of Peter slipping out of his jeans -this time 
there was no black jockstrap to spoil the view, for he 
wore nothing underneath them.

I didn't know it then, but he had different riding in 
mind that night. You may think me naive, but don't 
forget that I was a city boy and knew nothing of 
bestiality -I wasn't even sure that it was possible for 
a man to have sex with animals. What was taking place on 
the screen was totally new to me and I was hooked! There 
was a snick from the soundtrack as Peter unclipped the 
mare's headstall from the rail at the front of the box 
and gently shooed her hindquarters round so that she 
stood almost square on to the camera. He left the box 
and returned with a straw bale from the stack by the 
door, which he placed behind the mare's hind legs. 

All his preparations made, Peter began to stroke the 
mare's neck, slowly working his way down her chest 
towards her forelegs. All the time he was crooning 
softly to her in words I couldn't make out. From the 
slow repetitious rhythm I guessed it was a love song or 
lullaby learnt from his Indian mother. Lucy May turned 
her head round towards him and I could see her nostrils 
twitch as she sniffed at his naked body. Peter gave a 
short laugh as her whiskers tickled his side and turned 
towards her questing muzzle. I gave a gasp as I watched 
her long pink tongue came out to explore him and saw his 
balls lift and drop as she licked the salt from his 
sweaty groin. 

Peter arched his back in sheer delight, which gave us an 
even better view of her licking at his dark brown cock, 
just like a kid with a candy bar. A long gasping groan 
came from beside me as Bob took in the scene. Uncaring 
of my presence, his eyes were fixed on the screen while 
all the time he kneaded and tugged at himself, totally 
engrossed in the scene being played out before him. 
Peter seemed to be close to a climax and it took an 
obvious effort of will for him to pull away from the 
mare's questing tongue, but he stepped out of her reach 
and stood back for a while, recovering. 

After a time, he squatted down and stroked the mare's 
belly, close to where I could just see her two black 
teats. As he fondled them, the muscles of her leg 
twitched and she straddled her hind legs wider, making 
an easier for those searching brown hands to explore 
between them. Peter was in no hurry and it took several 
minutes before he started to work his way steadily 
upwards between her wide straddled legs. 

She responded by lifting her tail like a flag and 
letting loose a stream of yellow urine. Peter rebuked 
her gently as he retrieved the wet bale. The damp floor 
was not to his liking, especially to his bare feet, so 
he placed the bale in a dry spot at an angle to the 
wall. For a moment I thought we wouldn't get to see any 
more and I slumped back in my chair, disappointed, but I 
soon leaned forward again with a jolt as I saw that 
Peter had turned the mare's hindquarters so that her 
haunches almost faced towards the camera lens. 

I could hardly believe our luck when the camera 
refocused to a shot of the mare's leathery vulva 
glistening with a stringy clear discharge. Her vagina 
twitched a few times then seemed to pout, exposing its 
pink inner surface as though it was winking. Bob leaned 
towards me and cleared his throat, "She's telling him 
she's ready." He whispered hoarsely. 

The tall Native American stood for a while, working 
furiously on his dick, bringing it to its full hard size 
before he stepped up on the bale. His body shut out our 
view for a while but when the mare shuffled sideways a 
step or so, we could see that Peter was teasing her, 
slipping his hand right inside her up to his wrist, 
thrusting it back and forth in a steady rhythm as old as 
time itself. Lucy May held her tail to one side and 
humped her back in time with his thrusts, seeming to 
relish her human lover's attention.

He didn't fail her and withdrew his hand, only to 
replace it with his rampant dick, sliding it in and out 
deeper and deeper with each slow stroke until his balls 
were squeezed tightly between their two bodies. He gave 
a long deep groan and the muscles of his buttocks began 
to clench and release as, slowly at first, then faster 
he began to pump at her willing rear end. A minute or so 
later and it was all over: Peter gave a series of loud 
grunts and his legs twitched rapidly as he found 
release. Totally spent, he collapsed forward over the 
mare's haunches and lay there with his chest heaving. 

His panting seemed to ease and he straightened his back 
slowly until I saw his cock slide out of the mare and 
drop limply onto his scrotum. The muscles around the 
mares vagina relaxed and she expelled a string of 
Peter's sperm, leaving a row of pearly drops trapped in 
the tiny hairs fringing her long leathery slit. 

I felt a chill on my leg and looked down in time to see 
a steady stream of my own sperm tracing a path down the 
leather seat of my chair towards the cleft of my butt. 
Worried that I might mark Bob's favorite chair I looked 
over at him in time to see him perform a real neat 
trick: He had pulled his long ball-sack out as far as it 
would stretch to catch his cum in the hollow it made 
between his two balls as each pulsing jet splashed off 
his cupped hand. In our excitement, we must have both 
shot our cum in time with Peter, but neither of us seem 
to have noticed, so engrossed had we been in watching 
his dramatic climax.
 
Uncle Bob stood up, still holding his ball-sack out like 
a hairy cup, and rummaged on his desk for a pocket pack 
of Kleenex. He tore the film wrapper open with his teeth 
and threw half of the contents at me and we began to 
clean ourselves up. 

"Well, whaddya think of that?" Enquired Bob. "Ain't that 
something?" 

"That was truly awesome," I said sincerely, excited 
beyond measure.

"But ain't.er, I mean..isn't it illegal? I asked 
faintly.

"Not if they don't catch you at it, it ain't." He said 
in a droll voice. His cheerful acceptance of what we had 
just seen phased me and I could only stammer. "So! Er, 
what are you going to do about Peter?"

"Nothin'." He lifted his softened penis carefully and 
mopped a blob of cum from the underside. "I reckon they 
both enjoyed it, and she sure as hell won't have no foal 
by him!" He laughed heartily, relieved to see that he 
hadn't over-stepped the mark by showing me the tape. But 
my mind still buzzed with questions and I said, half to 
myself. "I wonder what it feels like?"

"It feels pretty good, boy...pretty good. That's the 
hottest piece of pussy that you'll ever taste in your 
lifetime."

"You mean...you've done it too?" I asked weakly. This 
was getting surreal.

"When I was young and horny like you." His look told me 
he wasn't joking. He leaned over and touched my arm and 
looked earnestly into my eyes before saying quietly. 
"But, hear me boy. Don't you go trying it out on your 
own. Not without me being there. Guys have gotten 
themselves killed that way." 

My mouth went dry and I could scarcely whisper. "You 
mean ..you mean you'd let me try it?" I gasped. He 
couldn't mistake the anticipation and eagerness in my 
voice.

"Happen I might, If you're still of a mind to and we can 
find a mare that's willing to stand for you. It seems 
that young Pete can spot 'em when they're ripe and 
ready." 

He picked up his discarded jeans and I knew that our 
evening was coming to a end, but Bob hadn't quite 
finished yet. He drew his belt tight round his ample 
waist and sat down again beside me. "Some time back, I 
was reading up on the life of the plains Indians - It's 
a kinda hobby of mine, finding out how folk lived here 
before we arrived. Well, it seems that the young men of 
certain tribes, (mostly the unmarried bucks, but I 
reckon some of the older ones couldn't kick the habit, 
neither) They used to service their mares when they were 
out on long hunting trips or on the warpath. They didn't 
see anything wrong in it. They saw it more as a 
spiritual thing, a bonding, if you like - of their 
spirit with the spirit of the horse. By planting their 
seed in a favorite mare, they believed that they could 
plant in her some of their bravery and honor as well. 
That way they figured she would breed real war ponies 
for them, as fit and strong and brave as themselves." He 
stood up and turned towards me.

"Perhaps Peter sees it that way -who knows?" Then with a 
roguish grin, he added. "Or mebbe he's just a horny 
bastard!"

His laughter rang down the corridor as he turned out the 
lights behind us.

There was not a sound inside the house as I made my way 
stealthily down the back stairs towards the office. 
Outside I could hear the distant blaring of a cow as she 
called for her calf and I thought that it must be the 
loneliest sound on earth. The brass key slid smoothly in 
the lock and I was in. I went over to the window and 
drew the drapes carefully. There was always a faint 
chance that Peter might make a late night check of the 
buildings - I had seen the lights were still on in the 
bunkhouse as I returned from town. I switched on the 
security cameras and one by one, the little monitors lit 
up with a blue-gray glow. They gave out just enough 
light to see by, so I settled down and started on the 
sandwiches that the ever-thoughtful Carrie had left out, 
together with a flask of hot coffee for my return from 
town.

*

Needless to say, nothing happened that night, nor the 
next and I was beginning to call myself all kinds of a 
fool for thinking my plan had any chance of success. The 
only bit of excitement I had was when one camera caught 
sight of a small herd of deer making their way across 
the empty yard. This third night was definitely going to 
be my last, I decided. I had become irritable and 
scratchy through lack of sleep and frustration and only 
that morning Carrie had laid her hand on my forehead, 
inquiring. "You not well?" You're right, I thought.

A sudden movement on one of the screens caught my eye. 
The light of a small torch wavered its way steadily 
along the wall of the barn, leaving whitish streaks on 
the screen as it moved. I tried to zoom in with the 
camera, wishing that I had watched more closely when Bob 
had shown off his new toys, but by the time I had got it 
sorted out, it was too late. I saw a small square of 
light as the stealthy figure opened a little gate in one 
of the huge barn doors and passed through. I turned my 
attention to the little screen covering the inside of 
the barn, just in time to see Peter Long Wolf pick up a 
bale of straw and carry it along the line of boxes. I 
nearly hugged myself with excitement and glee. This is 
it fella! Christmas was coming early for me. 

Timing and stealth were crucial now. I went down the 
familiar little corridor and past the bathroom to the 
door that led out to the yard. Trembling with 
anticipation, I cursed as my fingers fumbled to find the 
right key. "Oh God, what if there isn't one on this 
ring." But I needn't have worried -the third one I tried 
slid sweetly into the lock and one quick turn let me out 
into the cool night air.

My sneakers made no sound as I crossed the yard into the 
dense shadow of the barn. I didn't use the same door as 
Peter, but slipped round the side to a wooden stairway 
that led up to the hay loft. The steps creaked loudly 
and I froze, my heart thumping loudly. No more scares 
please! I pleaded. 

I unlatched the door at the top of the stairs and made 
my way along a wooden catwalk until I was almost over 
Peter. The noise of the horses in their stalls drowned 
my stealthy approach and I could see from his casual 
manner that he had heard nothing and was still intent on 
his own pleasure. Looking down, his bronzed body looked 
even more magnificent: His naked torso tapered sharply 
to a narrow waist and the smooth swell of his buttocks 
gleamed in the dim lights of the barn. I nearly gasped 
in awe, but I lay still, trying to control my panting 
breath and waited for the crucial moment...my special 
moment! 
 
My cock was screaming for attention, but I was 
determined to ignore it. I needed it to be at full 
strength for later on. If I got my way, I would give it 
the treat of its lifetime. I checked the pocket of my 
jeans and felt for a cold round shape. I had prepared 
everything down to the last detail and had even lifted 
one of Bob's bottle of poppers from the small store he 
kept in the office ice-box. I was going to need all the 
help it could give me if I had any hope of lasting 
beyond first base.

Below me, things were following the same pattern as 
before. The big haunches of Peter's chosen mare for the 
night were directly underneath me and I had already 
recognized them as belonging to Candy, the horse I rode. 
From my scanty knowledge, I counted this as a definite 
plus -she would know me and, hopefully, she would stand 
quietly for me. I watched as she stood placidly looking 
out over the box while Peter stroked and teased her 
belly. Things are moving on nicely, I thought, but I was 
determined to wait a little longer.

This was pay-back time for Peter: I'd teach him a lesson 
for treating my advances so coolly. I waited until he 
started to bring himself up to his full, erect self, 
watching hungrily as he drew his hands slowly and 
lovingly along his dark brown shaft. Judging my moment 
to a nicety, I called softly. "Hi Peter!" 

He started and gasped in horror while his back went 
rigid as if he had been shot. His long ponytail thrashed 
about his shoulders as he turned his head round, looking 
for the source of that mocking voice. "Look behind you!" 
I said in a childish sing-song and he turned to see me 
standing above him, one hand leaning against a beam 
while the other was caressing my cock through the gaping 
fly of my jeans. He gulped and said in a hoarse tone. 

"Jee-zusss Mark, Don't you ever, never ever, do that to 
me again!" 

"I won't," I said agreeably and slid nimbly down the 
wooden beam to land on the straw by his side. Already I 
could feel the heat from his naked body through my thin 
shirt.

"Don't let me stop you." I added innocently.

"How..er.How long have you been there?" He stammered, 
totally thrown.

"Long enough." Then I paused dramatically. "But on the 
other hand: not long enough: -If you catch my drift." 

He was recovering his composure and tried to bluff it 
out, although he had literally been caught with his 
pants down. I would have loved to have heard that excuse 
-it would need to be pretty convincing, but I was far 
too impatient to press home my advantage. The shock of 
my sudden appearance had made his cock shrivel and 
withdraw so that it hung like a brown fruit over his 
balls. I bet they're really aching now. I thought smugly 
as I reached forward and lifted his cock, letting it 
fall back on his balls with a slight bounce. 

"I haven't done that much good, have I?" I breathed and 
dropped down on my knees to take it into my mouth. It 
took a long time for it to respond -I must have really 
phased him. I thought as I sucked greedily. Then I felt 
Peter's body begin to relax as he realised that his 
secret might still be safe. I looked up into his puzzled 
brown eyes.

"Relax buddy. It's OK. Really it is." I breathed, my voice 
husky with lust. 

"I'm here for the same thing as you are; I want a piece 
of the action too."

For a moment I thought he would refuse, then his face 
cleared and he said softly.

"You sure about this? Don't you want to talk about it 
first?" I shook my head.

"Nope. I've been watching you and it has really turned 
me on." I didn't want to beat about the bush any longer 
so I said bluntly. "You're going to fuck Candy, aren't 
you?" 

He nodded slowly. 

"Me too." I said with more confidence than I felt, then 
I suggested. "You go first and show me what to do." 

He studied my face with those deep brown eyes for a long 
time, then amazingly a broad grin transformed his 
features and an excited tone came into his voice as he 
said briskly. 

"OK kid. Let's do it!"

I watched spellbound as he stepped up on the straw bale 
behind the waiting mare and began to gently touch her 
with his long brown fingers. Candy turned her head and 
looked at me with her gentle, blue-black eyes as I 
ripped open the buttons of my shirt and undid the 
fastener of my jeans. Peter looked over at me, his cock 
in his hand, smiling as if to say "Wait you turn, I 
won't be long." I caught a quick glimpse of the long 
pink lips of Candy's vulva part before Peter inserted 
his exposed cockhead into the void. 

For a long time, he played with her, varying the depth 
and speed of his strokes and thoroughly enjoying 
himself. His head was thrown back and his eyes tight 
closed as waves after wave of pleasure made him shudder. 
He glanced over at me and smiled before he started to 
thrust savagely into the mare. On the video I had 
watched with Bob, I hadn't noticed that Peter had been 
particularly vocal, but having a spectator must have had 
an effect on him, because he began to grunt and mutter 
as he thrust faster and harder.

"Yeah..Yeah..Oh.Jeeezzzzusss!" A long moaning cry 
announced his climax and he fell forward onto Candy's 
rump, just as I'd seen him do on the video days before. 
Eventually he pushed himself up and looked over at me 
with a smile. 

"That's how it's done, kid." He panted, adding with a 
grin. "You want to try it now? -I've warmed it up nicely 
for you!" 

As I entered my first ever mare, my first impression was 
one of intense warmth and the feel of a strong grasp on 
my quivering cock. It wasn't at all like I imagined and 
the thought that the slipperiness I was feeling was 
probably due to Peter's cumming only a few minutes 
before was a real turn on. I felt a tingling sensation 
begin to spread over my cock, as if someone had 
sprinkled pepper on it. "Don't worry, whispered Peter. 
"It's just her 'love-juice' She likes you already!" 

He was standing right behind me, his hands pressing 
against my buttocks, encouraging me to push and 
withdraw, push and withdraw. The effect was so intense 
that I span the lid off my bottle of poppers and took 
several hefty snorts to slow me down. Whether it was 
that or just my excitement, but my senses reeled as I 
felt my cock push past the hard ring of muscle just 
inside the mare's vulva and into a warm cavern beyond. 

She wriggled her haunches slightly and for an anxious 
moment I thought that she was going to refuse me after 
having already been ravished by Peter's long tool, but 
it seemed that she was only making herself more 
comfortable and she stood placidly as I began to slide 
my cock rhythmically back and forth. 

Another quick snort of poppers steadied me for just a 
moment before the inevitable happened: I was not 
prepared for the intensity of my climax and let out a 
series of long drawn out "Uhh.uhhs!" as my dick throbbed 
out its release into Candy's welcoming depths. 

The sensation was indescribable and my nails dug hard 
into Candy's ample haunches as I screwed up my face in 
an ecstasy that was almost painful, unaware that Peter 
was supporting me as my body arched backwards. I didn't 
want to leave Candy's warm tunnel of love but she gave 
me no choice: A series of pulsing thrusts spat out my 
rapidly softening cock and followed it with a long 
string of my cum, which dribbled slowly down my bare 
legs. Peter slipped his arms under mine as I stood 
panting and I clung on to him tightly until I recovered. 
He bent his head and whispered in my ear.

"Was it like you imagined, Mark?"

"No way!" I gasped. "It was ten times better than that!" 

He face broke into a broad grin and he slapped my butt 
playfully. 

"Guess so. I'll see to your new girlfriend here, then 
we'd better go clean up."

END

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It's okay to  *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship.  But it isn't
okay to  *HAVE*  unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 14