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THE HORSEY SET
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had
started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing
a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her
many mixed feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance
of a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally
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. She 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 love-making. Although she enjoyed dominating
horses, she did not enjoy dominating OR being dominated by
men or other women. Younger men were always more
interested in pleasing themselves 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, she was
enjoying the "fruits" of her labor, an easy carefree life
of leisure.
This life now allowed her to return to her first love -
horses. For a long time now she had been an avid "horse
person." She 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 horsey people... until
Jim came along. Jim was more than a horse person, he was
an animal person. One of the social gatherings was
picketed by an animal rights group because of their
supposed harsh treatment of the horse. Sandy had never
seen anything 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 believe them. After
striking up a nice friendship with Jim, Sandy brought
herself to challenge him. "Prove it." Jim said he would
and promised to call her later.
Days passed without a word. Actually, Sandy had lost
interest in the "cause", but not in Jim. She had never met
anyone 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 didn't look the
gift horse in the mouth or anywhere else, either.
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 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. They parked down the road and hiked
across several fields to a large barn that obviously housed
the ranch's studs.
Striving for utmost quiet, with much difficulty they made
their way to the hay loft 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 was more than a protective reaction. But
here they were - stretched prone together practically
buried in warm, fragrant hay, his arm around her, clearly
not for protection, but from affection, forced to be still
and quiet. He whispered his chagrin at the interruption by
the interlopers after she mumbled a "damn".
Looking down they saw three people. Sandy recognized the
ranch owner, a fat, sleazy blob, presumably connected to a
porn ring, his excessively young wife with a pleasing, but
wasted, blonde beauty about her and a creepy looking man
with a camera. Their mumblings were, thankfully,
unintelligible.
Then a expletive bubbled from the blob as a third man
entered with a mare. Almost immediately the stirrings of
other horses were heard. Sandy whispered that the mare was
in heat. Jim said that he had not expected this, he was
told that they tortured animals at this place. Sandy said
that the Blob was a respected breeder. But the presence of
the camera lend an air of suspicion to the scene.
The mare was tied to a post in full view of the snuggled
pair. The man then left, and returned with a beautiful
black stallion, rapidly becoming to hard to hold. The
Blob, in indignation yelled for him to "turn the
mother-fucker loose!" With a total change in temperament
the raging, beauty stallion sniveled up to the mare,
nuzzling her nose and neck. With impressive aplomb he
initiated an thrilling demonstration of sexual foreplay
that would have warranted a chapter in Masters and Johnson.
During the pleasant display Jim's arm tightened around
Sandy in sympathy. His other had reached for her's. He
squeezed it reassuringly.
The stallion needed such no reassurance from the mare. His
splendid penis began sliding from its sheath to form an
amazingly beautiful staff. It was jet black, glistening
under the bright artificial 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 the 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 try
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 proportions.
As Jim 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 hay somewhere by
now) and breathed heavily, "Wait until he is through, Jim!"
They both turned their attentions back to the stallion
(well, actually, Sandy's hand did slip down to Jim's crotch
and Jim's responded by finding Sandy's), who, by now, was
intent on finding 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 stem found home. The superb
stallion, finding renewed energy, gave a cry of pleasure
and redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, sparkling
penis slipped deep into the mare many things happened
together. 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!"
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. As his strokes approached ten
inches in length and the penetration by his spectacular
organ was very nearly complete, Sandy reached down and
removed Jim's erect penis from the constraint of clothes
and, as Jim rolled over on his side, never taking his eyes
off of the main show, she began her own stroking. Neither
would Sandy miss a single stroke of the stallion, but she
assisted Jim in loosening her slacks so he could gently
stroke her clitoris and vagina.
Finally with one magnificent plunge the stallion came with
a heart-wrenching shriek. The mare's cry in response
echoed in the barn. That climax halted both Sandy and Jim.
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 whispered that they
must wait until their "hosts" departed or they would be
exposed. Sandy said she didn't care, but Jim held sway.
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.
While the unsuspecting 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 sporting his
own magnificent tool. It was a lighter brownish 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 pleased 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 Sandy noticed a curious happening -
Blob's wife was removing her clothes! She almost cried out
loud, "They're going to do it right here!" But she caught
herself.
By the time the blonde 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, his assistant 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 the girl
actually climbed into the harness beneath the snorting and
nervously shuffling stallion. The contrast between the
dark stallion and the creamy white skin of the blonde 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, "Would I were there."
The stallion had no idea what was going on. All he knew is
that he wanted to find a mare. He snorting and whinnying
and anxious prancing was reaching a dangerous level. He
almost broke the leads held by the three men when the
blonde finally seated herself. Grasping the horse like she
would her lover she slowly, but surely, scooted towards the
stallion's awaiting magnificantly beautiful, shiny brown,
imposing penis, now fully erect and poised.
A transformation seemed to overtake the stallion when the
blonde 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 blew his mind. But mind or
no, Nature took charge.
The determined humping of his magnificent haunches began.
In the air his strokes began as just a few inches long, but
as the blonde gathered courage and confidence in estimating
the motions of the horse his stabs grew longer, the
activities started to bear fruit.
The blonde obviously could not 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 amazingly
short time; however, the resistance lessened, presumably
the blonde's juices were flowing freely. Both Jim and
Sandy echoed the blond's muffled cry when the stallion's
immense penis finally thrust home. It was the final lunge
at the end of a superb foot- inch stroke that did the
trick. Sandy froze at the sight as Jim lay transfixed.
The blonde caught her breath by just hanging loosely in the
hammock so she could ride with the stallion's wild thrusts.
His frustration at only being able to penetrate a few
inches sent the stallion into a frenzy. The only suitable
action that would matter was instantly taken by the blond.
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 monstrous stab, the blonde slowly and juicily and
with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of the
incredible staff.
It was an amazing and extraordinary spectacle - a lovely,
flawlessly white blonde, 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 blonde could stand no more. During
one hump she caught hold of the horses underside for dear
life. By being anchored firmly now, the flailing thrusts
of the stallion were returned with delicious, lubricated
sliding of his gorgeous black penis in the creamy pink
vagina. Although the blond's delicate pink clitoris was
waiving in the breeze of the stallion's motions, she did
not seem concerned or disappointed.
Throughout all of this Jim and Sandy were silent and
motionless. Inherently, they knew nothing they could do
could match this wonderful display.
The sensuous groans of the blonde and high pitched screams
of the stallion blended into a crescendo when the horse
climaxed in ecstasy. The final drive by the stallion was
not anticipated by the blond, but her actions did nothing
to discourage it. An "Oh, God, it's done!" was all that
could be discerned. Her arms, totally intent on holding
her lover close, were released and spread wide in the air
following her orgasm. As the stallion grunted to extract
the last drop of semen, the blonde fell limp in the
harness.
The three men rushed to extract the lovely young lady from
her "bed". When she was free they just let her collapse in
a heap next to them. The Blob and his photographer-buddy
wandered indifferently (!) off towards the exit.
The assistant 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
unweary 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 beautiful body, his
touch, a gentle, warm, moist breath. He expelled an
unmistakable sigh when he reached her moist, to overflowing
vagina. 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 teenager you have seen.
With desecrating 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.
Although Jim was no match for the stallion, Sandy did not
seem disappointed. Her slacks were off in a jiffy as Jim
fumbled with his. No light was needed for Sandy to find an
awaiting penis of acceptable proportions ready and willing.
With the foreplay firmly and delightfully provided by the
previous two-some no preliminaries were needed. Sandy's
beckoning vagina was deliciously wet.
She quickly grasped the poised, pulsing penis and guided
its delightfully warm and soft, but firm, head into her.
Jim rose to the task. With gentle, but resolute, strokes
he made his way into the warm, dark, moist cavern of joy.
When Sandy had determined that he could fend for himself,
she returned her hands to the task of holding Jim close.
Her lovely long legs wound their way around Jim and helped
set the pace of Jim's stroking. With a few well-controlled
thrusts Jim entered fully the sacred Grotto of Love. While
he tenderly, but dogged, stroked in deeper, out
reluctantly, Sandy tighten and relaxed her grip on his
pelvis with her legs.
When the pace became determined Sandy opened her eyes and
whispered to him, "Jim, it is not quite the same, but
you'll do."
Jim smiled and replied, "But you aren't blonde, either."
As both mouths open simultaneously for a laugh, they both
climaxed together. Feverish groans and grunts were mixed
with strange sounds like laughter. His semen gushed forth
into Sandy and ran down into the hay. It was good.
They lay spent in each other's arms. It was easily fifteen
minutes before the realization that hay is very painful to
lie on when naked finally dawned.
Jim rose first. As he extended his arms to Sandy to raise
her, he paused and said, "Wait, Sandy."
He lowered her gently down again and knelt down to her.
Tenderly taking her face in his hands he kissed her. He
then laid her head back on the hay and passed his lips down
her delicious body breathing a warm, moist touch on her.
He paused near her passionately wet vagina and nuzzled her.
After a delicious few moments he stood and raised her to
him for one last passionate kiss.
After dressing they descended from the loft. In the
darkness as they passed one of the stall, a stirring gave
them pause. The unmistakable head of the chestnut stallion
was outlined in the moon-lit window. Jim and Sandy
instinctively reached for each other. The horse quietly
whinnied in an approving way and nodded his head in
appreciation. Jim and Sandy smiled, nodded acknowledgement
together and snuggled closer to each other. They left the
barn having learned much.
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THE HORSEY SET
Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had
started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing
a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her
many mixed feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance
of a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally
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. She 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 love-making. Although she enjoyed dominating
horses, she did not enjoy dominating OR being dominated by
men or other women. Younger men were always more
interested in pleasing themselves 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, she was
enjoying the "fruits" of her labor, an easy carefree life
of leisure.
This life now allowed her to return to her first love -
horses. For a long time now she had been an avid "horse
person." She 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 horsey people... until
Jim came along. Jim was more than a horse person, he was
an animal person. One of the social gatherings was
picketed by an animal rights group because of their
supposed harsh treatment of the horse. Sandy had never
seen anything 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 believe them. After
striking up a nice friendship with Jim, Sandy brought
herself to challenge him. "Prove it." Jim said he would
and promised to call her later.
Days passed without a word. Actually, Sandy had lost
interest in the "cause", but not in Jim. She had never met
anyone 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 didn't look the
gift horse in the mouth or anywhere else, either.
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 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. They parked down the road and hiked
across several fields to a large barn that obviously housed
the ranch's studs.
Striving for utmost quiet, with much difficulty they made
their way to the hay loft 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 was more than a protective reaction. But
here they were - stretched prone together practically
buried in warm, fragrant hay, his arm around her, clearly
not for protection, but from affection, forced to be still
and quiet. He whispered his chagrin at the interruption by
the interlopers after she mumbled a "damn".
Looking down they saw three people. Sandy recognized the
ranch owner, a fat, sleazy blob, presumably connected to a
porn ring, his excessively young wife with a pleasing, but
wasted, blonde beauty about her and a creepy looking man
with a camera. Their mumblings were, thankfully,
unintelligible.
Then a expletive bubbled from the blob as a third man
entered with a mare. Almost immediately the stirrings of
other horses were heard. Sandy whispered that the mare was
in heat. Jim said that he had not expected this, he was
told that they tortured animals at this place. Sandy said
that the Blob was a respected breeder. But the presence of
the camera lend an air of suspicion to the scene.
The mare was tied to a post in full view of the snuggled
pair. The man then left, and returned with a beautiful
black stallion, rapidly becoming to hard to hold. The
Blob, in indignation yelled for him to "turn the
mother-fucker loose!" With a total change in temperament
the raging, beauty stallion sniveled up to the mare,
nuzzling her nose and neck. With impressive aplomb he
initiated an thrilling demonstration of sexual foreplay
that would have warranted a chapter in Masters and Johnson.
During the pleasant display Jim's arm tightened around
Sandy in sympathy. His other had reached for her's. He
squeezed it reassuringly.
The stallion needed such no reassurance from the mare. His
splendid penis began sliding from its sheath to form an
amazingly beautiful staff. It was jet black, glistening
under the bright artificial 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 the 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 try
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 proportions.
As Jim 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 hay somewhere by
now) and breathed heavily, "Wait until he is through, Jim!"
They both turned their attentions back to the stallion
(well, actually, Sandy's hand did slip down to Jim's crotch
and Jim's responded by finding Sandy's), who, by now, was
intent on finding 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 stem found home. The superb
stallion, finding renewed energy, gave a cry of pleasure
and redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, sparkling
penis slipped deep into the mare many things happened
together. 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!"
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. As his strokes approached ten
inches in length and the penetration by his spectacular
organ was very nearly complete, Sandy reached down and
removed Jim's erect penis from the constraint of clothes
and, as Jim rolled over on his side, never taking his eyes
off of the main show, she began her own stroking. Neither
would Sandy miss a single stroke of the stallion, but she
assisted Jim in loosening her slacks so he could gently
stroke her clitoris and vagina.
Finally with one magnificent plunge the stallion came with
a heart-wrenching shriek. The mare's cry in response
echoed in the barn. That climax halted both Sandy and Jim.
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 whispered that they
must wait until their "hosts" departed or they would be
exposed. Sandy said she didn't care, but Jim held sway.
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.
While the unsuspecting 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 sporting his
own magnificent tool. It was a lighter brownish 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 pleased 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 Sandy noticed a curious happening -
Blob's wife was removing her clothes! She almost cried out
loud, "They're going to do it right here!" But she caught
herself.
By the time the blonde 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, his assistant 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 the girl
actually climbed into the harness beneath the snorting and
nervously shuffling stallion. The contrast between the
dark stallion and the creamy white skin of the blonde 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, "Would I were there."
The stallion had no idea what was going on. All he knew is
that he wanted to find a mare. He snorting and whinnying
and anxious prancing was reaching a dangerous level. He
almost broke the leads held by the three men when the
blonde finally seated herself. Grasping the horse like she
would her lover she slowly, but surely, scooted towards the
stallion's awaiting magnificantly beautiful, shiny brown,
imposing penis, now fully erect and poised.
A transformation seemed to overtake the stallion when the
blonde 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 blew his mind. But mind or
no, Nature took charge.
The determined humping of his magnificent haunches began.
In the air his strokes began as just a few inches long, but
as the blonde gathered courage and confidence in estimating
the motions of the horse his stabs grew longer, the
activities started to bear fruit.
The blonde obviously could not 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 amazingly
short time; however, the resistance lessened, presumably
the blonde's juices were flowing freely. Both Jim and
Sandy echoed the blond's muffled cry when the stallion's
immense penis finally thrust home. It was the final lunge
at the end of a superb foot- inch stroke that did the
trick. Sandy froze at the sight as Jim lay transfixed.
The blonde caught her breath by just hanging loosely in the
hammock so she could ride with the stallion's wild thrusts.
His frustration at only being able to penetrate a few
inches sent the stallion into a frenzy. The only suitable
action that would matter was instantly taken by the blond.
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 monstrous stab, the blonde slowly and juicily and
with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of the
incredible staff.
It was an amazing and extraordinary spectacle - a lovely,
flawlessly white blonde, 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 blonde could stand no more. During
one hump she caught hold of the horses underside for dear
life. By being anchored firmly now, the flailing thrusts
of the stallion were returned with delicious, lubricated
sliding of his gorgeous black penis in the creamy pink
vagina. Although the blond's delicate pink clitoris was
waiving in the breeze of the stallion's motions, she did
not seem concerned or disappointed.
Throughout all of this Jim and Sandy were silent and
motionless. Inherently, they knew nothing they could do
could match this wonderful display.
The sensuous groans of
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