                         John and the Stud Horse
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	It was late evening and the deep red sun set slowly on the horizon
leaving behind the welcome coolness that only a mid-summers night could bring.
John had been wandering about his neighbours stud farm because he was sweating
like a pig and needed a long walk to cool down. He had settled on a strong
wooden fence of one of the enclosures for the horses. John had a little
knowledge of horses as he had ridden when he was younger with his sister, who
had now gone onto to be a riding instructor herself.
	He had been watching the horses wander slowly up and down the field
munching on the fresh green pasture. Much to his amusement a stallion (it could
have been a gelding - but on a stud farm? He doubted it) had dropped down his
large equine penis and let fly with a warm, yellow gush of urine which sounded
just like a garden tap being turned onto its fullest. He watched as the horse
twitched his 2ft long donger to squeeze the last of the piss out and then it
went floppy and slowly retreated back into its shelter. John had snapped out of
his daydream, surprised to find that in his own pants he had a stonking hard-on
which was bulging on the front of his tightish jeans. It felt un-comfortable
and he had to undo the top three or four buttons and let his hard tool pop out
from his pants. He took hold of it and squeezed, unsure of why he was, and felt
the all too familiar feeling deep inside his ball bag. He found that he was
becoming horny.
	John knew what the wife would say, 'Not tonight, its my time of the
month', or, 'I'm not in the mood'. A thought flashed through his head, a quick
picture of himself with his knob inside a warm snatch - but it wasn't human,
the image showed him with his throbing cock deep inside a hole with hair round
it. But, again, this hole didn't have curly hair. It suddenly clicked inside
his head what it was - it was the very horse he had just been watching. He
shuddered - momentarily disgusted with himself at this vile thought. But, his
mind played on the image - and the more he thought about it the less he could
find wrong with it. It was a hole just like any other - he had taken Melissa
(his wife) many times up the arse, or at least, when they were younger and
enjoyed sex almost every day. He looked around, and not unexpectedly discovered
no-one watching him standing by a field of horses with his erect penis in his
hand. It was doubtful wether anyone would be around at this time in the evening
- the onset of evening had begun and the sky was getting darker and little
voice inside John's head said, 'What the hell..'.
	He slid through the two slats in the fence and walked slowly toward the
horse. The horse raised his head so that he could fully see John, still
chomping a handful of grass. As John got closer he held out a hand to the horse
and walked slower. The horse lowered his head and began to plod toward John,
John stood still as the horse came closer and stopped just short of John. He
sniffed at John's out-stretched hand and snatched with his lips as if to grab a
treat from john's hand. Then he snorted and went lower, breathing heavily at
John's rock-hard piece. He snorted once....twice and then with his big horse
tongue ran it along John's length, it soft surface enfolding John's entire
prick and almost sucking at it. John closed his eyes as the feeling he loved
shot up through him and hit his brain, a small amount of pre-cum erupted from
the slit in his knob and splatted on the horses tongue which then disappeared
back into the horses mouth. The horse placed its mouth around John's tool and
nearly bit it before John realised that the horse thought his dick was a snack.
Instead of pushing the horse away, John simply stuck a few finger in the horses
mouth and applied a little pressure as if telling the horse not to bite. It
didn't and instead clamped it soft lips around almost the base of his cock,and
began to expertly massage his love-weapon with him malable lips and shuffling
his tongue underneath. John placed his hand to just behind the horses cheek
bone and began to scratch the horse. The horse closed his eyes as they both
stood there enjoying their mutual bliss. It wasn't too long before this almost
perfect blow-job aroused John to the peak of orgasm. His legs began to spasm
and he sort of quivered on his legs and pushed all of his long cock into the
horses mouth. The horses opened its eyes just in time for John to shoot his
first load - it splashed against the back of the horses throat and onto the top
of his mouth. As it dribbled down the horse instinctively swallowed. As the
horses tongue and roof of his mouth met to swallow it created a sucking action
on John's piece and he shot forth a fresh load of warm semen. A few more jets
and he was finished, his cock fell limply from the horses mouth - who didn't
seem to excited about what had happened but had obviously enjoyed the taste of
the liquid that he had just taken. John just stood panting, patting and
stroking the horses neck.
	He looked down and noticed a quick flash of pink from under the horses
stomach, he bent down to investigate. It appeared that the horse had obviously
figured out what was going on or had somehow thought that the cum smell from
John was a ripe mare. Underneath the horse was a good 2-3ft of semi-hard horse
flesh. John thought that it was time to repay the favour.
	He knew that although he enjoyed a finger up his butt-hole while he was
pounding Melissa there no way on Earth he would be able to accomodate even a
fraction of the horses tool. So it had to be a hand job or a blow job. John
didn't know which the horse would enjoy more so he decided to do both. He got
onto his knees and placed a hand around the thick piece of horse flesh and
pulled at it. It twitched slightly in his hand and he felt it beginning to firm
up in his hand. He put his other hand around the cock slightly nearer the base;
the horse flinched and John guessed that his rough hands where too rough for
the horses sensetive penis. So he scraped some of the smeared cum on his piece
onto his hands and spread it around as best he could. It helped a little
but it was still a bit uncomfortable for the stallion, he tickled the end on
the horse cock with his tongue and wanked gentley with his hands. He felt the
knob begin to quiver slightly and he pulled his head back, a small jet of
pre-cum splashed across his face and then ceased. He scraped it off and used it
to lubricate his hands more, by now they were quite slick so he grab hold of
the horses tool and put as much as he could into his mouth and he began to
masturbate the equine as hard as he could. He hands sliding up and down the
pink shaft and his tongue flicking across the tip of the prick.
	The horse began to heavy breathe and had a rough sound to it, he kept
looking back as his flanks and the human making out on his big chopper. The
horse shuffled his hind legs and the enormous penis in John's mouth began to
shake and twitch. One final yank with John's hands and the horse thrust his
rear-end forwards violently, another 4 inches of horse meat disappeared into
John's mouth and he gagged. Just as he did a massive jet of horse cum spurted
out of the end of the horses piece and directly into John's throat, it slid
down as another squirt burst into John's mouth. He couldn't breathe and had to
pull his head back to catch a breath, just as the cock dropped from his mouth
yet another jet flew from the horse flesh and literally soaked John's face. It
dribbled off his nose to the ground as jet after jet crashed across his face,
the piece of horse meat, flailing widly and banging against his face as the
horse had an orgasm. Suddenly it all ended and a small amount of horse semen
dribbled out of his slit and stretched to the ground, it was all over. John was
amazed at the amount of horse jism that was now on his face and on the floor,
there was at least enough to fill a cup. The horse prick went limp and dangled
proudly between the horses legs. John clasped his hand around the pole and
squeezed it to get the semen on the surface off, a little amount emerged the
horse knob and fell to the ground.
	John sat underneath the horse as its giant shaft slowly shrunk and
disappeared back into the sheath. He still had a rock hard boner and still felt
as horny as hell. He still hadn't fulfilled the image. So he got out from under
the horse and round to its read-end, not letting his hand fall from its side so
it would not spook as he moved around it. He reached its rear-end cautiously
and his rubbed his hand along its flanks. Its strong muscular rump just made
him all the more excited. He slid his hand down the inside of its hind-leg as
one might do when feeling up a sexy girl. His hand brushed past its silken ball
bag and the horse shuffled. It was like two tennis balls covered in a layer of
soft velvet, and they slid around in the horses sack as though they were
greased.
	John turned his attention to the horses arsehole, he lifted the horses
tail out of the way - the soft hair brushing across his legs and wrapping
across his still-firm cock. He looked at the hole, it wasn't dirty, covered in
strange funky stuff or pieces cling-on horse shit but was quite clean, much to
his surprise. He could instantly tell that the horses orafice was too high for
him to reach and that he would need something to stand on to reach the hole. He
scanned the area around him for anything that would fit the bill - not far away
was a section of a cut-up tree stump, it didn't look too heavy. As he left the
horse he told it to stay where it was, as though it would understand. He got
the stump and put it down just behind the horses hind legs, panting wildly as
he did - it was heavier than it looked! He reached under the horses rear-end
and shuffled the big horse balls, the horse shuffled his legs and immediatly
the good 2.5ft of horse flesh became hard and rubber on the horses stomach.
	John stepped up onto the stump and pushed the horses tail to one side
again, his knob was still fairly slick so that wasn't a problem. Although, John
couldn't deny a certain amount of aprehension as he didn't fancy having his
chest kicked in by this horse. He slowly ran his finger around the horses ring,
it was soft - like an enormous pair of pouting lips. It began to 'wink' slowly
opening and closing, the smell was none too pleasant but John was too
fascinated by the opening that was, almost, throbbing. He slipped a finger in,
the entrance began to close and open on his finger, sucking at it. It felt
lovely, better than any finger suck a girl could have done. His knob twitched
and began to throb. He took hold of his own penis and ran the head of it around
the horses arse-ring and pushed at the opening. At first the hole closed up and
he couldn't penetrate the horse but slowly it opened and he slipped the tip of
his prick into the warm hole. He stopped when his entire helmet had cleared the
entrance and then, suddenly, the hole tensed up, putting pressure on the lip of
his helmet. A great feeling exploded in Johns head and he shot forward jamming
his entire length into the horses arsehole, it began to pulsate faster, tensing
and relxing rapidly.
	John couldn't imagine a feeling better than this and grabbed hold of the
horses big rump -and began pumping his member into the horse with all his
might. It slid in and out perfectly,combined with the added stimulation from
the horse he reached orgasm in under a minute. He loved it, he wished he could
just curl up and push his whole body in this lush, warm hole. He began to spew
his cream into the horses arse, he pushed his whole length in and yelled with
extasy. John pulled out and shot three big jets of human cum all across the
horses rump, arse-ring and on his tail. It all ended and he stopped - but John
just didn't want to give up and tried to stick his already deflating cock
back into the horses now-wet hole but it was no good - his tool was all spent
up.
	John rubbed his hand across the muscular rump of the horse and stepped
down, his balls ached from the over-use. He pushed his comparitively small
penis back into his trousers and  walked to the horses side. He bent down and
pulled the limp horse dick to his lips and he 'tongued' the end of it and
turned to leave - this had definite possibilities, oh yes, definitely....

/Y\r.|3    (c)1993
