AC-199 Stud Service Part One It was a crisp, bright January morning as Susie Hansen steadily pedaled her

bicycle up the two-lane road on her way to work. Most girls her age drove to where they wanted to go, but Susie enjoyed experiencing the scenery at a pace that was unhurried. She passed many family-owned farms and never missed looking for the horses that some of them kept in pasture. She would much rather be riding a horse to work! However, even though she lived in a small town, machinery had managed to push horses out of service in all but the most die-hard of farms. Also, Susie still couldn't afford to take care of a horse on the wages she was making waiting tables. She just had to get a better job! As she pedaled on she dreamed of having a farm of her own where she could raise horses. In the same thought, Susie couldn't help thinking that her dream may never come to pass. Her family couldn't afford to send her to college, and she just couldn't accept her mother's urgings to marry this or that young man and settle down. Susie didn't want to "settle down" as she had seen so many of her high school friends do. Most of them settled for the first eligible bachelor to cross their path, and were busy having babies and not much else. Susie liked children. However, her idea of a happy marriage included a husband who loved horses as much as she did. "Someday," Susie told herself. As she got about two miles from her house, she regretted not using the bathroom before setting off for work. Looking around, she saw a large clump of bushes next to a small pasture that blocked the view of the road. Quickly pulling her bicycle out of sight, she crouched in the bushes and began to relieve herself. In the distance she saw a horse that she had missed before pulling in. The horse, however, had not missed her pulling into his domain. He made his way curiously over towards her and slowed down as he neared. Susie was a bit at a loss as to what to do when the horse finally made it to the fence. Susie hadn't finished urinating yet as the horse put its head curiously over the top rail of the fence. From her vantage point it was quite evident that the horse was a stallion. She had seen many stallions before. However, never when she was in quite so compromising a position. She couldn't believe she was taking a leak next to a stallion whose nose was just a few feet from her. The fact that she was urinating did not escape the stallion's notice either. It was early January, and the breeding season had not started yet. Steam rose from her pussy and the slowly growing pool of urine. Being a stallion, he inhaled deeply and recognized a somewhat familiar scent. As he raised his head and curled his upper lip up in the flehmen response, Susie couldn't believe that this stallion was treating her as if she might be a mare. The stallion's penis had already dropped a good way out of his sheath and he took another look at her over the fence. A low nicker came from deep in his throat as he looked at her. To Susie it sounded sort of like "Huh, huh. Huh, huh, huh." Susie imagined that in horse language it probably meant something like "Hey, baby! How's about you an' me...wink, wink."

By this time the stallion was fully drawn and began slapping his penis against his belly. With every slap, the glans of his penis would flare up larger and larger. "Amazing," thought Susie. "Imagine the lucky mare that gets to receive that on a regular basis!" He was fully at least eighteen inches long and more than three inches in diameter. What was most impressive was the way his glans swelled up to over six inches across. At this vantage point, Susie could easily see his urethral process protruding about a half an inch from his glans, surrounded by a large channel, the "Urethral diverticulum", as she remembered it being called. The stallion's masturbation had begun to have an effect. Susie could see a bit of clear fluid glistening on the tip of his urethra. The stallion was getting into it pretty good now and every so often a small jet of fluid would squirt out of the tip of his cock, not quite reaching his front legs. Susie wished she could help him out with his masturbation and then realized where she was. "Oh, no!," Susie exclaimed. "I've got to get to work!" And with that, she quickly stood up and zipped up her pants. The stallion perked up his ears and gave her some more of his "Huh, huh." solicitations as she prepared to leave. She glanced over at him and his throbbing member and wished she didn't have to leave. Walking over to him, she bravely gave him a quick pat. As an afterthought, she reached her hand down her pants and gave her pussy a quick fingering. She held her hand out to the stallion and let him have a quick sniff. The stallion responded by giving her hand a quick lick followed by more anxious nickering. "What am I doing?," thought Susie. "I just stuck my hand under a perfectly strange stallion's nose! If I'm not more careful, I may be counting my fingers next time." As she walked towards her bicycle, Susie promised herself that she would have to stop by this pasture again if she felt the call of nature--or even if she didn't. The stallion looked back at her questioningly as she mounted her bicycle, his erection diminishing. Susie couldn't help thinking that she was getting close to her period and had just had a stallion tell her he knew it and wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with her! As she rode away, a man noticed someone riding away from where his stallion was standing. Paul McGregor had been self-employed and was now retired at the ripe young age of 31. He had lucked out in one of his business ventures. After many failures to invent something that would make him rich, he was beginning to wonder whether his dream of financial security was ever attainable. Then he hit upon something that seemed so obvious that no one had ever thought to market. "What the hell," thought Paul. "If it fails, that narrows down the list of things that have promise." The immediate success of his invention skyrocketed his bank account and gave Paul financial security and the means to realize his dream. After signing an licensing agreement to have a company manufacture his product, Paul began looking for his dream farm. This cold crispness in the air was beginning to burn off as Paul stepped out of the house. He had just finished his breakfast and wandered over to the stallion barn. He always fed his horses before breakfast so that they would have a good bit of food if he wanted to go for a morning ride. On the rare occasions when he pulled one of his horses from a meal, he had to deal with a very grumpy horse indeed. The old saying "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

goes double for horses. His stallion's registered name was HesaKingsCommander but Paul just called him "King". After all, being the only stallion on his farm, "King" was quite fitting. As Paul neared King's paddock, he noticed a girl riding a bicycle furiously away from King. The look King was giving her did not escape Paul's notice--neither did the fact that King had his wanker swingin' in the breeze as he watched her leave. When the girl was out of sight, Paul gave a shrill whistle to the stallion. King came trotting up to him and then looked back towards the direction the girl had ridden off. "Whatcha up to big guy?" Paul asked. "I saw you waving hello to that girl by the fence. It's getting pretty close to breeding season isn't it? I'll bet you gave that girl something to think about today, didn't you?" King nuzzled Paul's neck and gave him a low "Huh, huh" in response. "OK, boy. I'll get you up on the phantom after our ride. Sasha just came into heat. Next month, you won't have to settle for the plastic pony!" Paul led King out of his paddock and clipped him to the hitching rail. He began his methodical currying and brushing to prepare King for a nice ride. King especially liked it when Paul brushed between his front legs and under his belly. He showed his appreciation by craning his neck way out and bunching his upper lip and making side-to-side grooming motions with it. Sometimes Paul let King groom him back. King's upper lip making sweeping motions all over his back while Paul groomed him. Paul didn't groom too hard when King was doing this. King sometimes tended to forget that he was dealing with tender human flesh and would sometimes give Paul a light nip. Of course, to Paul this felt like he had just had a chunk of flesh ripped from his back. So, Paul had learned King's mannerisms and they both enjoyed a symbiotic grooming when others weren't around. Paul picked out King's hooves and gave his legs a thorough going-over. King rarely turned up lame. Of course, when you can afford the finest veterinary and farrier services in the county, problems were usually circumvented before they had a chance to get out of control. "OK boy, let's get you saddled up," Paul said as he spread the saddle pad and then the saddle over King's back. King's withers were nice and tall so Paul had to bunch up lot of saddle pad over them to prevent chafing. Those tall withers came in handy, especially on steep hills, preventing the saddle from riding up on King's neck. After putting on King's bridle, Paul mounted up and began riding towards the road where he had seen the girl and King. As they approached the spot where the girl had been, King's ears pricked up and he became a little more interested in the bushes next to the fence. When they reached the spot where the girl had been King looked over at the bushes and tried to stop. "What's the matter, buddy?" Paul asked. King responded by lifting his head and giving the flehmen response. "Something smell funny big guy? OK, let's have a look." Paul dismounted and walked over to a secluded spot in one of the bushes that King seemed to want to get to. King stuck his nose into a large wet spot in the grass and continued to give the flehmen response, making loud sucking noises.

Paul reached down and touched the moist area that King was so interested in. He already had some suspicions as he raised his fingers to his nose. "Well, well," Paul chuckled. "You were watching that girl piss as you beat off, weren't you?" King answered by sticking his nose back into the spot and acting like he was preparing to classify a fine bottle of wine. King raised his head again and had clear fluid dripping from both nostrils. "Analysis, Mr. Spock," Paul jokingly asked King. "Is she in heat?" If King's hardon was any indication, she most certainly was. Paul began to feel a bit conspicuous standing in the bushes with a stallion who was getting hornier by the minute as he wacked his pecker against his belly. Leading a reluctant King from the bushes, Paul mounted up again and continued on with their ride. As they rode on, Paul couldn't get the thought of the girl out of his mind. "Who was she?," he thought. "Does she ride by here often? I wonder if she likes horses. "Of course, she may have been scared off by that monster dick of yours," he told King. "I hope she likes stallions." Paul road off into the mountains and just plain enjoyed life. As they began to make their way back to the barn they passed by the now well-known bushes, King turned his head towards them and gave a low nicker. "Huh, huh. Huh, huh, huh." Susie waited her tables in a fog. She had made it to work with just minutes to spare. She had just gotten this job recently and didn't want to lose it. She kept thinking about the sight of the stallion beating off as she had the closest look of a flaring stallion's cock than she had ever hoped for. The sight of it had made her nipples crinkle in pleasure. The fact that she was endowed with more than an ample bosom, (42-D to be exact), made the effect all the more impressive. She thought about the size of the stallion's balls as she absentmindedly refilled a rough-looking customer's coffee cup. Those stud's balls were big enough to completely fill both her palms held together. They were as large as a grapefruit! "Hey, Honey! Are you cold or just happy to see me?," the man asked as she was filling his cup. Susie came out of her daydream and realized that she must have been thinking about that stallion a little too hard. Her nipples were in an obvious state arousal. She self-consciously moved away from the crude jerk and "accidentally" spilled some hot coffee on his groin. "Shit!," the man yelped. "I'm so sorry sir," Susie apologized insincerely. She hoped the guy's nuts were roasted for a few days. Still, she didn't want to get fired. Jobs in this little town were few and far between. If someone got canned, everybody knew about it and the supposed events that caused it. She wished that she could work with horses--that she could breed horses. She found herself thinking back to the stallion and looked at her watch. It was only two hours before her shift was over. She planned on seeing if the stallion was still near the fence on her ride home.

As Susie approached the bushes where she had stopped that morning, she began getting anxious. The stallion was nowhere in sight. Just as she was about to ride on, she decided that she would relieve herself in the bushes. Perhaps if she "freshened" the scent, the stallion would decide that these bushes were a nice place to hang out. She quickly pulled into the bushes and relieved herself. King was just getting into enjoying his dinner when he heard a bicycle in the distance. He thought of going out to investigate but changed his mind as he polished off the last bits of his hot bran mash. He really enjoyed the way Paul treated him. He always seemed to find the best spots to scratch, he fed him well, and he got to get his rocks off on a regular basis. Yes, King had a wonderful life. As he began to start on his alfalfa, he heard the bicycle again. This time he decided to have a look outside. He ambled outside just in time to see The Girl riding away from the bushes that he had been at this morning. He pricked his ears forward and was about to trumpet a call to her when she rode out of sight. King let out a deep sigh and slowly walked back to finish his dinner. Susie got home and helped her mother with dinner. Her mother asked her The Question during dinner again. She hated it when her mother brought the subject up. "You don't want to grow up to be an old maid, do you?" her mother chided her once again. "How about that nice young man that took you to the prom last year? He seemed like such a nice young man. He even picked you up in a limousine." "Mother!! His father's a mortician!" Susie protested. "That 'limo' he picked me up in is what they use to carry dead people in!" "Well, you could do worse," her mother countered. "After all, he does pull a steady income." Susie didn't to point out to her mother that his "steady income" came from the fact that people were dying to the tune of an exorbitantly large profit. After dinner, Susie mindlessly washed the dishes as she looked out the kitchen window. The sun had almost set and created a spectacular sunset across the horizon. Susie's thoughts went back to the stallion. She imagined herself riding him bareback in the moonlight as their naked flesh pressed together, joined in a sweaty, erotic fusion that they experienced as one. They stopped in a warm, secluded meadow next to a crystal-clear babbling brook. As she dismounted she glanced down at his maleness which hung prominently between his hind legs, nicely accented by his more than ample testicles. She slowly inhaled his scent as he nuzzled her between her breasts, and gave her an affectionate lick as he made his way down towards her navel and beyond. He began his low nickering as he prepared to lick her nether regions. Her nipples crinkled in sensual anticipation... "Susie!" What are you looking at?" her mother asked. "Oh, nothing mother, just enjoying the sunset." Susie finished with the dishes and finished stacking them neatly in the cupboard. "I'm going to my room and read a novel," Susie said as she headed for her room.

Susie's mother absently watched T.V. in the living room where she sat with Susie's father. Without responding, she stared blankly, watching another rerun that they had seen many times before. Susie took in the scene and hoped that she could avoid the mindless ritual that her parents had gotten into. She quietly walked to her room and opened her novel. Susie woke with a start, she had been dreaming about the stallion and their ride in the moonlit meadow. Her panties were absolutely soaked, and she was as horny as the proverbial two-peckered goat. She began to rub her clit to find some relief when she thought, "Why not? Everybody's asleep, and won't notice me leaving." With that, she quickly bundled up in some warm clothes and quietly made her way out to her bicycle. She couldn't believe she was actually riding at night to visit a stallion; a stallion that she hadn't known of before today. She almost turned back before she realized that if she chickened out now, she may never get the courage or the opportunity to try this again. She resolutely pedaled on, the bushes, her bushes, were beckoning. As she approached, she could just make out the form of a horse in the paddock. His shiny Palomino coat was easy to make out in the half-light of the moon. She slowed her approach and silently parked her bike in the bushes away from the narrow road. The stallion of course didn't overlook the fact that someone had just stopped in the bushes where The Girl had been. He made his way cautiously towards the person when he caught a familiar scent on the breeze. It was the girl--the mysterious mare! King let out a low nicker as he approached closer. Susie saw the stallion and thought she saw recognition in his eyes as he nickered to her. "Hello, boy! It's nice to see you again." King craned his neck over the top fence rail as he nickered to her again. Susie didn't think as she reached over and petted King that she was in any danger. He seemed like such a mellow horse--for a stallion. Susie decided that now would be a good time to relieve herself. After all, it had stimulated the stallion before. As she began relieving herself, King tried to crane his neck closer to her, sniffing loudly. The top rail prevented him from getting closer to her. Just as Susie had really started flowing, King backed away a bit from the fence and then stuck his head between the middle and top fence rails. Ah! Now he had access to this mysterious mare! Susie didn't see what King was up to until he stuck his muzzle right into her urine stream. Susie almost fell over as she yelped and clamped off her flow. King was in heaven! This new mare had just pissed her scent right on his muzzle! She must certainly be in heat! King was flehmening and making loud sniffing sounds as he analyzed Susie's scent. Yes! She most definitely was in heat! thought King. His cock was well on its way to becoming a ragingly serious hardon. He began belly slapping with his cock just as Susie was regaining her composure. She backed off a ways and decided it was safe for her to finish pissing. King continued to belly slap and then turned to her and nickered again. "You sure are horny, aren't you boy? When's the last time you had a mare?" With that, Susie said to herself "What the hell, you only live once." She quickly

pulled up her pants and approached the lustful stallion. King pulled his neck out from between the rails and craned his head back over the top rail. "Easy, boy," Susie said as she cautiously approached the horny stud. "Do you want me to help you with that big boner of yours?" To herself, Susie wondered just how exactly she proposed to "help him out" with something the size of a Louisville Slugger. As she patted him on the forehead, King nuzzled her shoulder the way he nuzzled Paul. "You seem gentle enough boy. Promise you'll be good?" To that Susie got another nicker and a nuzzle on the cheek. Susie looked underneath the stud and just began to realize the enormity of what she proposed to do. There was no way she could ever get the flared head of that monster inside any of her orifices. It wasn't flared right now, but Susie wasn't about to kid herself. As soon as the stallion started getting really excited, his glans would flare up to the size she had witnessed that morning. Something like that would split her in two. If she tried to deep-throat him, he would surely dislocate her jaw. Susie decided to take the cautious approach. She took off her sweater and hung it on one of the branches behind her. She reached through the fence and patted the stallion's belly. King obliged her by moving closer to the fence. She took a tentative rub against his glans with her right hand. King rewarded her with a slap of his cock against his belly and a small squirt of clear fluid. Susie was getting bolder now. She reached out and grabbed the head of his cock and didn't let go. King gave a few short humps and quite a bit more pre-cum squirted out. At first Susie thought he had ejaculated. But as she looked at her hand in the pale moonlight, she could see that the fluid was still clear. Susie knew that stallions ejaculated in fractions. The first being a clear, thin fluid that helped neutralize any urine that was in the urethra. The second fraction should be the whitish, watery sperm-rich fraction. The last fraction would be the thick, clear gel-fraction that some people say acts as a plug to prevent the semen from being discharged from the mare. So, Susie kept her eye out for any evidence of this. King was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to get on with what she had started. He nickered to her and gave his belly another slap with his cock. "You're a horny one, aren't you boy?" Susie said happily to King. She sniffed her fingers. It didn't smell like much. "Oh, why not?" she thought as she extended her tongue and experimentally licked a little bit of the pre-cum off of her fingers. Slightly salty, pleasant actually, she decided. She began wondering what stallion cum would taste like. King had begun to get restless with her momentary lapse of attention. However, as she grasped his glans again, he returned to spurting small jets of pre-cum onto her hands. Susie switched hand positions so that King's glans was in her left hand and she grasped the shaft of his penis right behind the ring. King responded by even more vigorous thrusting than before. Susie's hands were riding his cock like a professional bronc rider. King was making steady pumping motions and low groans as she gripped his glans tightly and lightly rotated it like a living doorknob. With every thrust, she would jack his shaft just behind the ring, attempting to imitate what she thought a mare would feel like to him. This went on for about a minute when all of a sudden King's thrusting got more pronounced and

sporadic. His glans was flared up to maximum when all of a sudden King let out a loud grunt, dropped his head and started flagging his tail up and down. Susie's efforts were rewarded with jet after jet of creamy-white cum. Some of it shot on the fence rail and splashed on the ground beyond, however most of it was blocked by her fingers as it ran down her left arm and dripped from her elbow. After about seven strong jets of cum followed by three or four smaller ones, King's head was dropped nearly to the grass in his paddock. He was spent and his penis almost immediately began to retract back into its sheath. Susie didn't want to miss her chance. She quickly pulled King's glans towards her waiting mouth and gave it a long lick. Cum dribbled out of the tip onto her waiting tongue. "Marvelous!" she thought as King's penis finished its retraction out of sight. She looked at her left arm and realized that it was covered in stallion cum. She hadn't the forethought to bring anything for cleanup, so without any hesitation she began licking her arm clean. This was a trip she was sure to remember for the rest of her life. Of course, she planned on having many other visits to "help out" her stud. She was half way home when she realized that the stallion's penis had been incredibly clean. Most stallions and geldings she had seen always had blackish crusty flakes of smegma that needed periodic washing off. His owner must be a real stickler for health, she thought. I've just got to meet him. She hoped the owner was a him... Paul had tried to sleep but just couldn't get the thought of the mysterious girl urinating in front of horny ol' King. His hardon demanded attention and he knew just the cure for that! Paul quickly threw on a warm robe and made his way out to the heated barn. "Money has its uses," Paul thought with a smile. Sasha was his bay mare, and she had just come into heat. She greeted him happily with a nicker and a light nuzzle on the cheek. The other mares looked out at him and nickered their greetings to him. "OK, OK," Paul said as he reached into his robe pocket and gave each one of them a carrot stick and scratched them in turn. Paul liked to buy the "baby carrots" because they were the perfect size for his robe pockets. The contented sounds of horses chewing filled the barn. As the mares munched away contentedly, Paul opened Sasha's stall door and gave her a nice scratching along the sides of her withers. She craned her neck and made ecstatic goofy faces with her upper lip. He moved in closer and embraced her around the neck as he scratched along the side of her neck just beneath her mane. He was rewarded with a crushing "pony hug" as she tried to groom his back. Paul stepped away from her after a bit and looked deeply into her eyes. Nothing there except love and devotion. The same feelings Paul had for all of his horses. He embraced her head and stroked the side of her neck for a while. Sasha let out a long, contented sigh and nuzzled Paul's cheek. Paul kissed her affectionately on the side of her muzzle and gave her an exploratory lick. Sasha leaned into him and licked back. Her breath smelled of carrots and tasted like carrots mixed with the slight tanginess of alfalfa. Paul began to French-kiss her deeply. After a few minutes, Sasha was practically purring as she enjoyed Paul's affections. Paul removed his robe and draped it over the stall door. Sasha looked at him knowingly and walked over to him. She sniffed his quite ready manhood and gave it a small nuzzle. Paul stroked her neck and Sasha dropped her

head expectantly. Paul placed his penis along the side of her well-lubricated lips and they parted effortlessly. The warm embrace of her mouth was pure ecstasy. Sasha began a slow rhythmic tonguing of Paul's penis as she drove him closer to his limit. Paul was buried to the hilt and making ragged breathing sounds. Sasha felt Paul's penis begin to really stiffen up and redoubled her efforts. She knew that this meant that she was going to get to taste one of Paul's special treats. Paul came explosively while Sasha kept up her relentless tonguing, swallowing every spurt of cum that Paul could supply. Finally, Paul's member began to subside. Sasha really enjoyed giving head! Paul loved Sasha very much and had a very full sex life with all of his horses. He walked around to her hindquarters and scratched her gently along her rump. Sasha responded by raising her tail off to the left side. Paul looked at her vulva with eager anticipation. She was in raging heat. Small dribbles of semi-thick clear fluid dripped from her vulva. Paul wet his middle finger in his mouth and ran it along the length of her vulva. He was rewarded by Sasha raising her tail until it curled almost on top of her backbone. Paul leaned over and gave her vulva a teasing lick. She responded by raising her tail even higher and "winking" her clitoris outward a few times. Paul never ceased to be amazed at how mares were able to actually make their clitorises protrude outward and then disappear back into hiding. Truly remarkable! Paul continued tonguing Sasha's clit and inside her vagina as she kept up her rhythmic winking. "You sure are hot tonight!" Paul thought as he drank deeply of her offerings. She was exceedingly horny and wanted to lean hard into Paul's face for more penetration. Paul imagined that if it were within Sasha's capabilities, she would have Paul's entire head inside her pussy. She had learned though that if she backed up too far, Paul would stop what he was doing and make her take a few steps forward. She didn't realize that in her efforts to get Paul's magic tongue further within her vagina, she had once pinned his head against the stall's wall. Of course, Paul enjoyed a willing sex partner as much as the next guy. However, there is such a thing as too much enthusiasm where fragile humans are concerned. Paul stopped his tonguing to walk into the tack room and came back with a milk crate. Sasha knew that this meant even greater enjoyment. Her tail was curled up against her back as Paul set the milk crate behind her. Her vulva was really dripping her natural lubrication now. Paul stood on the milk crate and positioned himself behind her waiting vulva. Sasha looked back over her shoulder at him expectantly. Paul reached down and smeared some of her love juice around with head of his penis as he prepared to enter her. As he slowly inserted himself into her, she responded by contracting her pussy walls against his penis and leaning back into him. Paul felt his penis rub against her pelvic arch as he pressed deeper. When all of Paul's penis was buried deeply within her, he began a slow, rhythmic

pumping. Sasha ears were flicking back and forth and she paused every once in a while to look over her shoulder at Paul. Every second or third stroke Paul was rewarded by Sasha tensing up her vaginal walls giving him an extra-tight fit. Paul kept up his pumping while scratching Sasha's back. This double- dose of attention began to have a marked effect on Sasha. She began to moan softly every ten or so seconds. "Unh, unh." Her small moans were punctuated by Paul's balls slapping against her periodically protruding clitoris. Sasha's moans were beginning to get louder and closer together. Each moan was accompanied by a cock-crunching spasm that began to send Paul into a pumping frenzy. Sasha's orgasms were getting closer and quite strong now as Paul approached his limit. With a few final spasmodic thrusts, Paul buried himself to the hilt as he came deep within Sasha. He bent over, spent, and rested his sweating cheek along her back as he hugged and kissed her. All the while giving her scratches along the sides of her withers. Sasha craned her head back and gave Paul a loving nuzzle on his cheek and forehead and Paul responded with several kisses along her muzzle and cheek. After about five minutes, Paul slowly removed his spent cock from Sasha and stepped off the milk crate. Sasha turned around and gave him another nuzzle. Paul leaned into her and hugged her long and hard. Sasha returned his affection by giving him another bone-crushing pony hug. As Paul stepped away from her, she gave his penis a nuzzle, trying to coax it back to attention. "Sorry, Sash, the soldier's all marched out for a while yet. "However," he said as he reached for his robe, "here's a carrot that you can chew on for now." Sasha took the baby carrot from Paul and crunched it happily. Paul finished petting the other mares and gave them some more carrots as he prepared to say good night to them. "Don't worry girls, I haven't forgotten you. Between King and I we'll keep all of you satisfied." And with that he turned down the lights and began walking back towards the house. On his way back, he decided to say hello to King. As he was walking towards King's paddock he thought he saw a bicycle leaving the place were King had watched the girl take a piss. He could just make out King's Palomino coat in the dwindling moonlight. King was peering over the railing into the distance. Paul gave out his shrill whistle and King came trotting up. "How are you, Big Guy?" Paul asked as he fed King a carrot. Usually King reacted when he could smell a mare's scent on his hands. This time King just showed a casual interest as he munched the carrot. Paul reached underneath King's belly to give him a scratch when he felt something slick. Lifting his hand to his face he smelled the distinct, light odor of stallion cum. "That's funny, King almost never beats off to ejaculation this time of year." Paul's curiosity was really piqued now. He ducked between the paddock railings and marched his way towards the bushes. When he reached the place where he had seen King standing he reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a Mini Maglight. He searched for a while and came upon a trail of stallion cum which had shot across the center rail of the fence. "Curioser and Curioser," Paul thought. "Now how did you manage that, King?" Paul asked as he surveyed the area. "Have you been humping the fence?" Just then the Maglight's beam fell upon a rather large pool of cum just on the other side of the fence line. Now Paul had witnessed King ejaculating

full-force before and couldn't understand why the horse load hadn't landed further beyond. That's when the Maglight beam came across the pool of fresh urine. Paul stepped between the fence railings and dipped a finger into the urine pool to make sure he wasn't imagining things. A quick sniff told Paul that he was definitely smelling urine. He had seen a bicycle riding off from the paddock. "Well, well," Paul said. "It looks like I may just have found a use for that Army surplus night- vision scope I bought a while back." He was sure that it wouldn't be long before he got his money's worth out of that investment. Paul climbed back through the fence and let King sniff his fingers before he began his walk back to the house. King looked back towards where he had last seen The Girl riding off into the moonset. He let out a long, loud trumpeting call in that direction before he turned and trotted back up to Paul on his way towards the house. "Don't worry, King. Mares like that don't come around in the middle of the night expecting a one-night-stand. She'll be back soon. And when she does, perhaps she would be interested in a little more permanent 'stud services'." King nuzzled Paul's neck as Paul turned to give him a big hug. King's "pony hugs" were closer to bear hugs as Paul laughed, gasping, and scratched King's neck. As Paul climbed through the fence on his way back to the house, he gave King one last carrot. King accepted it regally and munched it as he watched Paul enter the house. King trotted back to the bushes with his head and tail held high, then stuck his head between the railings. He inhaled deeply and began his flehmen response. His cock slowly lolled out and he began his belly slapping once again. Come back mystery mare, he thought. " Brought To You By: Head's Up BBS (909) 681-3721 (2400-19200) Over 15,000 GIF Files Over 2,000 Text Files Original Scans HOT Message Areas 7 Day Free Test Drive All Interests: Straight, Oral, Anal, Bi-Sexual, Lesbian, Gay, Transexual, Bondage, Discipline, Toys, Odd Things, ORIGINAL SCANS!, MORE!!!! Come Join The Best BBS in Southern California! 1/4 From: go245@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Tom Knight) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality Subject: Stud Service [2/2] (M/F/Horse) Date: 12 May 1995 08:56:04 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA) Lines: 696 Message-ID: <3ov7r4$31p@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: eeyore.ins.cwru.edu

Here is Part Two of Stud Service. The continuing adventures of King, Susie, Paul, Sasha, and the rest. No modifications, PLEASE. This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) or horse(s) is purely a product of your vivid imagination (and mine). :-) Enjoy! <^-_ _-^> |/\ \______/ / ~ ( ______ )_ ~ Dr. Doolittle /||\ (Apr. 1994) /|| --- Stud Service --(Part Two) "Morning King," Paul McGregor said as he patted the well-muscled Palomino stud on the neck. "I trust you slept well?" King regarded Paul with innocent eyes as he nuzzled him on the cheek. Paul was referring to King's little tryst with the mysterious girl that had enjoyed a little bit of extracurricular activities with King the night before. Paul had seen her just as she rode her bicycle away from the bushes next to King's paddock. The fact that the girl had managed to get King to blow his load with just her hands was no mean feat. Paul normally used an artificial vagina and a phantom mare when he needed to collect King. However, on many occasions, King was allowed to breed mares live-cover. Paul had tried the bare-handed method with King with moderate success. With the A.V., King would eagerly mount the phantom and ejaculate without a hitch. If Paul could perfect the plastic bag method, he could save himself a lot of effort during the warmer breeding days. Not to mention allowing King to get his rocks off a bit more frequently. It was still quite cold in the early January mornings, and Paul looked forward to being able to work in his shirt sleeves in a few months. Paul went over to the feed room and grabbed a medium flake of alfalfa for King. As King was munching away happily, Paul took the time to check over King's legs and general appearance. King was a perfect specimen of health. His fuzzy winter coat gave him the appearance of a small draft horse. Of course, for a Quarter Horse stallion, King was large. Standing at just under 16 hands high, and with his excellent conformation, King presented the kind of picture that people were clamoring to breed their mares to. Since this was King's first year standing at stud, Paul decided to limit his book to something easily manageable. Paul made his way to the mare barn and looked in on his three mares.

They were currently being kept indoors for the nights as they were being kept under lights. Paul wasn't too keen on messing with the horses normal breeding cycles. However, if a mare's stall was kept illuminated until late night, her system could be tricked into believing it was spring. Thus, the mares would shed their winter coats and begin cycling back into heat. Artificial springtime! The fact that most horses were deemed to be one year old on January 1st made this practice all the more common and forced Paul to adopt the light stalls. Giving each mare a flake of hay, Paul opened their back doors to allow them access to the large paddock behind the barn. He performed his normal ritual of checking legs, general appearances and cleaned out the few stray bits of hay that always end up in the waterers. When he was satisfied that everything was the way it should be, he wandered back to the house. Paul had recently hired a couple of hands to help with the chores around the ranch and could breath a little easier. He had been getting a little stir-crazy with his solitary life. He had never imagined that his realization of his dream ranch could be lacking anything. Paul loved his horses very much, but as the days wore on, Paul yearned for some human interaction. He found himself thinking back to the girl he had glimpsed riding away from King's paddock late last night. Paul knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she liked horses. Liked horses? She loved horses! If only he knew who she was! At about that time, the work crew pulled up and got out of their car. "Hi, Mr. McGregor!" one of the young men said. "Morning guys. It's a great morning! I'm going to run into town and stop in at the diner for some breakfast. Do you think you can manage without me?" Paul asked jokingly. "No problem sir," they said, and gave a mock salute. "We should have all of the stalls and walks in ship shape by the time you get back." "Great! You can reach me by my beeper if you need me," Paul said as he prepared to leave. "Oh, there's some fresh coffee in the lab." With that, Paul drove into town in search of a good country breakfast. Paul hadn't had much of a chance to get into town lately. He had just finished overseeing the construction of the breeding and boarding barns late last month. He had lucked out that the rainy season cooperated and allowed the construction to be completed before the breeding season. Paul still had some butterflies about his first season. However, he was qualified. He had taken some equine breeding and management courses and even managed to work at a horse ranch before he acquired his fortune. Paul had slowly worked himself through the ranks. First he mucked stalls. Then he was graduated to feeding. As the managers began to trust his judgment more, he eventually made his way as part of the breeding crew. Paul was at home there. Paul was a tinkerer and had used his spare time after work trying to invent something that would make him financially secure. It was just blind luck, but eventually he hit upon something that would actually sell. Almost overnight Paul was wealthy and able to do whatever he wanted with his

life. It happened so quickly that Paul still woke up sometimes thinking that it was a dream. Paul shook the fog out of his head as he pulled up to the diner. "Mornin', sir. How many today?" The waitress asked as he stepped into the diner. "One, please," Paul admitted grudgingly. "She's kinda cute," Paul thought to himself as he followed her to a small table. "My name is Susie and I'll be your waitress for today. Would you care for any coffee while you check over the menu?" "Yes, please." As the waitress poured his coffee, Paul noticed a small locket on her necklace. "Do you like horse?" he asked. She gave a little start. "Why, yes... Why do you ask?" "Oh, I was just admiring the small horse on your necklace," Paul answered truthfully. "I just finished building my last barn a few weeks ago. I own the new ranch a few miles out of town by the foothills." Susie gave a start and almost spilled the coffee she was pouring. "Oh, yes. I've seen it on my way to and from work. I was wondering who ran the place. It's gorgeous!" "Why, thank you," Paul said a little bashfully. "By the way, my name's Paul McGregor. I've been fighting the weather to get the barns finished before breeding season starts. The paint still looks wet on the breeding barn." Susie's senses were reeling. This was the owner of the ranch that had the stallion she'd secretly visited the night before. "Act cool. He doesn't know you from Eve," she thought. "Nice to meet you, Paul. I haven't seen you around town before. Are you from around here?" Susie asked automatically. "Well, I grew up about fifty miles from here. I liked the area here and decided to put up shop. If you'd like, I can show you around the place sometime." Susie was at a loss for words. Well, she'd wanted to meet the owner and now here he was confronting her. It was too much to comprehend at the moment. "Would you care to order now, or would you like some more time to look over the menu?" she asked slightly flustered. "Oh, I still need a little more time to decide." "What are you doing, Paul?" he thought. "That looked like all the world like you were coming onto her. Too much isolation has dulled your social skills." When Susie came back, she tried not to look nervous. "Be calm," she told herself. "Well, Mr. McGregor, what'll you have this morning?" "I'll have the biscuits and gravy... With English muffins and O.J., Paul

answered. "Oh, and I'd also like some milk." Paul ate his breakfast in relative silence. Susie dutifully refilled his coffee cup when it got low. As Paul was just finishing and preparing to leave, Susie came up to him. "Mr. McGregor, if the offer's still open, I'd love to stop by and see your ranch sometime." Now it was Paul's turn to be caught off guard. "Oh, well, uh... Great! I'm there practically all the time. Just give me a call to let me know when a good time for you would be." "Well, I normally work the breakfast shift. I'm off tomorrow. If it's not too inconvenient, can I stop by then, say, around 7 A.M.?" "Well, that's right after feeding time. Sure, why not. As a matter of fact, If you can make it a little earlier, you can help feed." Susie slept fitfully throughout the night. She had another dream about her riding Paul McGregor's stallion nude in the moonlit meadow. By the time morning rolled around, she was wound up like a coiled spring. As she tried to unwind in the shower, she realized that she was extremely horny. As she soaped herself, she made lazy circles around her nipples and began to rub her clit in the steamy shower. She cut her activities short when she realized that she had to meet Paul in time to feed. She wanted to make a good impression on him. As she pedaled her way down the road, she kept telling herself, "This is not a dream. It's actually happening." She pulled up to the drive leading to the large ranch house. Looking around, she caught sight of the stallion from a couple of nights ago that she knew all too well. He had spotted her as she pulled into the drive and trumpeted a call of recognition to her. The door to the house opened up and Paul stepped out. "Morning, Susie." "Good morning, Mr. McGregor. Quite the watchdog you've got there." "Oh, King. Yes, he's top dog on this ranch. He's got it pretty easy right now, but pretty soon he's gonna have his hands full," Paul said half jokingly. Susie looked at King sideways and gave him a very knowing smile. "Well, let's get the horses fed. Then I'll show you around the place." They started feeding at the mare barn and Paul introduced Susie to his three mares. "This bay mare here is Sasha," Paul said as he checked over her legs and body. Sasha stopped her chewing and gave Paul a loving nuzzle on the cheek. "She's so slick and shiny," Susie said. "Do you keep her blanketed at night?" "No. The barn is heated. These mares are under lights. The extra light at night tricks them into thinking that it's spring. They shed their coats and begin

cycling earlier than in the wild." "Oh, yes. I've heard about that," Susie replied. "You're familiar with equine reproduction?" Paul asked with genuine curiosity. "Well, most of the stuff I've learned from reading books in the library. But I have seen a few breedings in the past." "That's interesting," Paul said as he closed Sasha's stall door. "Let's have a look at King." Paul led King out of his stall and petted him on the side of the neck. "Say hello to Susie, King. He's real gentle, Susie. Come up and pet him." Susie thought to herself, "Oh yeah, I know exactly how gentle he is," and presented her hand to King to sniff. King's ears were pricked forward in recognition. This is the mystery mare! King thought. Is Paul presenting her to me? King gave Susie a nicker of recognition. When no restraint was forthcoming from Paul, he took a step forward and nickered more insistently. Paul made King take a step back. "Pet him here on the neck. He likes being scratched underneath his mane." Susie scratched King while he made goofy faces and curled his lip out. He was blissfully enjoying the scratching and craning his neck out when Susie stopped scratching. King's head dropped down and rested on Susie's shoulder. He took the opportunity to take a deep sniff of her. "Heeee, huh, huh, huh," King let out lowly, certain that this was a mare being teased to him. "Easy, King!" Paul said as Susie retreated a few steps back. "He's been getting pretty excited lately. It's close to breeding time and he wants to breed. Unfortunately, it's too early in the season to breed any of the mares. We can't have them foaling in December! I'd better put him away and let him eat his breakfast." Paul left King to start in on his hay while they made their way to the breeding barn. "I'm sorry if it still smells a bit in here," Paul said. The paint takes a little longer to dry in this damp weather." "Oh, that's OK, everything looks so new and fresh!" "Well, that's soon gonna change," Paul said. "I have some mares coming in next month to be bred to King. I'm hoping to get things running fairly smoothly before then. As a matter of fact, I need to collect King today and check out his fertility." "You're going to do that all by yourself?" Susie asked incredulously. "Well, yeah. I suppose. I was going to ask one of the guys I have cleaning

stalls help me. But, they seem kind of uneasy around King. I know King pretty well. It shouldn't be any big problem." "Mr. McGregor. If you don't mind me offering, I'd like to help out with the collection. If that's OK with you, that is." Paul thought about it for a while and then asked, "You say you've worked with horses before? You aren't afraid of having some lustful stallion trying to run the show?" "I'm very comfortable around horses," Susie said truthfully. "With you telling me what King responds to, I'm sure I can help out." "Great! Then we'll get to it after he's finished his breakfast. Speaking of which. I haven't had mine. Would you care to join me?" "I'd be delighted, Mr. McGregor," Susie said a bit too quickly. "Fine. And please, call me Paul." About that time, the two guys pulled up to clean stalls. "Morning, Mr. McGregor," they said almost in unison. Their eyes glancing from Susie to Paul and back. "Morning guys. This is Susie. I've been showing her around the farm this morning and we're just getting ready to have some breakfast. There's coffee brewing if you want it. You know where it is." The two of them muttered their greetings and then watched as Paul and Susie made their way to the truck. "Right on, Paul!" one of them said sotto-voce. When they got back from breakfast, Susie was in very high spirits. She couldn't believe that Paul loved horses so much. How she would love to work on a farm like this, breeding horses and raising foals. And of course, loving the horses. Paul showed Susie the lab and proceeded to explain the assembly of the A.V. as he worked on it. "The temperature needs to be between 44 and 48 degrees Celsius for an optimum collection. This little filtering screen will separate the gel-fraction from the sperm-rich fraction during collection. The gel isn't necessary for fertilization and only makes the sample difficult to handle." "Yes, I've read about that." Susie knew from her escapade a few nights before just how difficult stallion gel could be. Why, the stuff was worse than egg white on a linoleum floor. "OK, let's get Sasha up here while the A.V. stabilizes temperature. I'll lead King in after you at a respectable distance." Susie led Sasha up to the breeding barn and tied her to the breeding stocks. As Paul entered the barn, King spotted Sasha and gave her a loud trumpet call, eying her sideways as Paul led him into the corner to be washed. Sasha spread

her legs wide and released a torrent of urine as she prepared to be bred. "Have you ever washed a stallion before?" Paul asked. "No. But just tell me what to do and I'll do my best." Susie replied as she eyed King's rapidly growing erection. "OK, King's pretty clean right now. I just washed him a couple of days ago, so we'll just use water. Take a wad of that damp cotton from the wash bucket and swab his penis down. Start at the tip and work your way along the shaft to the base. If you go the other way, you'll just drag dirty smegma forward onto the glans." Susie began dutifully swabbing King's penis with the cotton. King responded predictably by humping his hindquarters and rewarding Susie with copious squirts of pre-cum and a plenty of tail-flagging. "Now take the tip of your little finger and run it inside his urethral diverticulm. I know he doesn't have any stallion beans, but it's good to check anyway. Good, now squeeze a fresh piece of cotton out and pat his glans and shaft dry. Great. Now, I want you to take King's shank firmly and lead him to the phantom straight on," Paul said as he handed Susie King's lead rope. "If he gets too far forward on the phantom, give him a little pressure on the shank to get his attention." Paul hefted the A.V. and gave Susie the go-ahead to lead King to the phantom. Aw, fuck! thought King. I wanna mount Sasha! Oh well, the plastic pony's almost as good. King hopped up on the phantom and began thrusting in earnest. Paul reached over the top of his penis and guided it into the A.V. King hunched up his hindquarters and redoubled his efforts. Susie had King on a firm lead as she listened to him pump into the A.V. His grunts and groans near her left ear did not go unnoticed. Susie found herself getting very turned on as she felt her nipples crinkle. Here in her control was one of the most powerful and sexually oriented animals on the planet. An animal who's primary and driving function was to breed mares several times a day for months on end. She snapped back to the job at hand when King let out a loud, long groan and started dropping his nose down onto the phantom. Paul lowered the end of the A.V. so that the semen would run into the collection bottle, King's tail flagging up and down as he dutifully made his deposit. When King had finished ejaculating, Paul quickly hung the A.V. on a hook with the collection bottle downward and swabbed King's diminishing penis off with cotton. King slowly slid off the phantom, slightly glassy- eyed. "Let's tie King outside and take a look at the semen under the microscope," Paul said. "Well, he's sure fertile," Paul pronounced. "His concentration and motility are way up. Pretty good for so early in the season. I'll just run the sample through the densimeter to get an accurate sperm count." After running the densimeter, Paul stated, "This sample is so high in concentration that he could easily breed ten or fifteen mares off of that single collection! That King's one fertile boy," Paul stated proudly. Susie and Paul led Sasha and King back to their respective paddocks.

Sasha dribbling urine as she attempted to interest King into what she so desperately wanted. King knew better than to act up when he was being led away from the breeding barn. He acted the perfect gentleman as Paul led him back to his paddock. After Sasha was put away, Paul asked, deadpan, "So, what do you think? Could you work in a place like this?" Susie was taken aback. Did he just offer me a job? We just met! she thought as several conflicting replies went through her head. "When do I start," Susie replied almost too quickly. Paul offered Susie almost twice what she was earning at the diner to start, he also offered her a very comprehensive benefits plan. Of course, one benefit wasn't mentioned... It was almost too good to be true. She gave her job at the diner her two weeks notice and told her family about her good fortune. "I don't know dear," her mother protested. "You just got your job at the diner a few months ago." "I know, mom. But this is what I've always wanted to do. I can get a job at a diner anytime. Opportunities like this don't grow on trees. His farm is brand new. It's not likely that he'll be closing his doors anytime soon." "I suppose you know what you want," her mother said resignedly. "As long as you're happy, I guess that's what really counts." Later on that night, Susie decided to make her way to Paul's farm and pay King another visit. What was it that Paul had said? "King could easily breed ten or fifteen mares off of that single collection." Surely he's got plenty of steam left after this morning. Susie pedaled her way towards Paul's farm in the pale moonlight. Its quarter-light gave the crisp night air a sort of surreal feel to it. She could see King's paddock coming up in the distance. The day's proceedings left Paul with several thoughts on his mind. He now had a competent person who wasn't afraid of stallions to help him during the breeding season. As an added bonus, she was actually quite pretty, with a figure to match. Thinking about her holding King with him happily thrusting into the A.V. left Paul extremely horny. Also, Sasha hadn't been satisfied after her morning services either. Paul threw on his robe and made his way out to the mare barn. He saw King standing next to the fence and walked over to him. "Hello, big guy! How was your day? How'd you like being handled by Susie today. She's a looker, isn't she?" To this King stared at Paul and then began to nuzzle his cheek and chin. Paul reached up to King's neck and gave him a strong scratching along the side of his neck and withers. Patting him one last time, Paul gave King a baby carrot from his robe pocket and made his way to the mare barn. As he entered the barn, he was welcomed by the warmth of the heated barn and

the smell of freshly-bedded stalls. There was also the musky scent of horses in the air. Sasha poked her head out of her stall and nickered a greeting to him. "Hello, girl. Did you miss me?" Paul said as he rubbed her on the forehead. Almost immediately, the other two mares heads appeared at their stall doors and beckoned Paul to them. Paul gave Sasha a carrot and then went to greet the other two mares. "Hi, Belle! Hi, Mandy! Are you two happy to see me? Oh, you know I've got some carrots for you, don't you?" Belle and Mandy nuzzled Paul in turns as they vied for his attention. After a thorough scratching for both of them, he gave them each a carrot and returned to Sasha. Paul entered her stall and Sasha snuffled his pockets looking for another carrot. Paul didn't really like to encourage his horses to try and pick his pockets, but he let Sasha get away with it this time. Sasha was munching away on her carrot as Paul hugged, scratched and kissed her in all her favorite spots. When Paul began scratching her on her stomach, she stopped chewing and craned her neck in ecstasy. Paul kept his scratching up for a few minutes and then went to the tack room for the milk crate. Sasha had finished her carrot and looked at Paul questioningly. He embraced her neck and she returned her affection by giving him a long, hard pony hug. Paul kissed her along the cheek and then kissed her along the side of her muzzle. Sasha nuzzled Paul and then licked him on the cheek and chin. They began to French-kiss deeply. Susie arrived at King's paddock and looked around for him. He was nowhere to be seen. She hid her bike in the bushes by the road and cautiously made her way up the drive. When she reached King's stall, she saw King in the corner of his paddock nearest the mare barn. King gave her a nicker of recognition and approached her. Susie reached up to pet King when she heard a sound from the mare barn. "Oh, no!" She hadn't thought that anyone would be out at this hour. She hid in the shadows and listened. When no one was forthcoming, she quietly made her way towards the mare barn and approached it from the side opposite Paul's house. She stopped behind one of the runs that led into the large paddock and listened. Yes, the sounds were definitely coming from inside this one. She put her ear to the wall and listened. From within she could make out the distinct sounds of lovemaking. She could hear long groans punctuated by rhythmic slapping sounds. These were drowned out by louder sounds of "Uhn, uhn." Then back to the slapping sounds. The slapping increased in pace for about a minute when finally the slapping ceased in a duet of groaning. Whoever was inside sure was having a great time. Susie found herself extremely envious, horny, and in need of some release. Hopefully, the two lovebirds would finish up in there and go home, Susie thought. Shortly thereafter, the door to the barn opened and a man emerged. >From the shadows, Susie could make out Paul's face framed in the light of the doorway. She found herself feeling deeply jealous. Paul had a girlfriend! And he had just boffed her in the barn! "Good night, girls," Paul said as he closed the door and made his way back to

the house. "Girls?" Susie thought as she watched Paul walk towards the house. "He's got more than one in there? God damn him!" She waited for them to come out so she could see how pretty they were, compared to her. And she waited. And waited. And waited! "So why aren't they leaving with him?", she thought After waiting all that while, Susie could hear no more sounds from the barn. "Why were they staying inside?" she thought. "Surely they should be coming out by now." After ten minutes of waiting, Susie was convinced that nobody was coming out of the barn. She slowly made her way to the door and opened it a crack. Peering in cautiously, she could see nobody inside the barn. She opened the door further and slowly took a step inside. There was nobody there! Sasha peered at her from within her stall and then made her way to her door. Sasha's tail was curled over her back in a tremendous arc. It was curled so far over that it nearly lay flat on her backbone. "Could...it...be?" Susie thought. Sasha nuzzled Susie's warm shoulder and sighed. Steeling herself, Susie opened Sasha's stall door and stepped in, closing the door behind her. Looking behind at Sasha's hind end left no doubt in her mind. In the light of Sasha's stall, Susie could see a long streamer of semen dribbling from Sasha's vulva. Sasha was still winking her clitoris in and out as if she had just been bred. "What do you mean 'as if'," Susie told herself. "Sasha had just been bred. By Paul!" As Paul was preparing to take a shower, a chime interrupted the silence. Something had just set off barn security. A quick check of the monitors revealed a person's back framed in the doorway. Switching to the other camera confirmed that it was a woman. "Can it be?" thought Paul nervously. Zooming in framed the side of Susie's face just as she was preparing to enter Sasha's stall. "Oh, SHIT!" Paul thought. "I'm busted! Just what is she doing up here at this time of night?" The camera showed Susie leaving Sasha's stall and then the barn. Wandering out of the mare barn. Susie quietly shut the door behind her. Careful not to leave anything out of place. The incident with Paul left her mind in a fog. She had happened upon a person who loved horses like she loved horses. Should she approach Paul about it? Would he be angry that she had found out? King was waiting for her at the near corner of his paddock where she had last seen him. Susie absentmindedly gave him a quick scratch along the side of his neck. She then began to make her way back to the bushes where her bicycle was hidden. She's making her way to our trysting spot! King thought excitedly. Nickering to her, he made his way along the fence line, encouraging the mystery

mare to hurry up. When they had arrived at the bushes, King's penis was already partially dropped from its sheath. He craned his neck over the top railing of the fence and made soliciting noises to Susie. Susie shrugged off her sweater and hung it on a nearby branch. As she neared King, his vocalizations became more persistent. "Easy, boy," Susie soothed as she scratched King's ribs. King responded by pressing his side against the fence railings. "My, you're a quick learner, aren't you boy?" Susie asked teasingly. "Well, if you don't mind skipping the foreplay, neither do I," Susie said as she reached for King's now impressive shaft. It was all of eighteen inches long and over three inches in diameter. Making a quick mental calculation, Susie thought to herself, "I can suck on him for a while if I don't let him flare inside of my mouth." Susie had seen King's glans two nights previous swell to over six inches in diameter as he had ejaculated on her hand and arm. She was a little nervous about the prospect of what she proposed. "Timing," she thought. "Keep cool and everything will be OK." She had a firm grip on King's glans as he slapped it upwards on his belly. Thrusting a few times, King rewarded Susie with copious amounts of clear pre-cum. Susie raised it to her lips and tasted it. The slightly salty fluid had Susie's pussy flowing with its own love juices. Before she had time to reason herself out of it, Susie leaned over and licked King's glans and diverticulum. King let off with a few strong spurts of pre-cum which Susie eagerly consumed. Caught up in the moment, Susie engulfed his entire glans in her mouth and started sucking. King made low grunts as he attempted to thrust his length down Susie's throat. Making gagging sounds, Susie quickly removed herself from the horny stud's knob. "Wow!" Susie exclaimed, as pre-cum dribbled down her chin. She was so overwhelmed by King's thrusting that she had nearly choked on his pre-cum. Never had Susie's tonsils been so thoroughly probed. She had to control how deeply King thrusted or she would risk some serious damage. Another quick mental calculation and Susie grasped King's shaft about five inches behind the tip of his glans. This time her hand would limit his penetration. Again, she began licking his glans and swallowing the spurts of pre-cum as King offered them to her. "He must have an unlimited supply of the stuff!" Susie thought as she swallowed. Susie decided to try sucking him off once again. Engulfing his glans, she began licking and sucking in earnest. King's humping, now limited by Susie's left hand, was now just manageable. King began to hump more sporadically and then started lowering his haunches. About this time, Susie began to feel King's glans swelling to alarming proportions. Her jaw began to expand to its limit as she just managed to extract her mouth from his glans. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as she massaged her jawbone. "That was close! I've gotta remember to remove myself sooner." Looking at King's now very flared cock head gave her a shudder. She had almost dislocated her jaw on that sucker! Chalk it up as a learning experience, she thought. "Well King, let's get back to business, shall we?" Susie said to him as she

prepared to give it another go. King responded by slapping his now very teased cock against his belly. The tip was still moderately engorged as Susie reached for it. She grasped his glans in her left hand, and his shaft in her right, just behind the ring, as she had done two nights ago. King began humping as Susie gently rotated her left hand and jacked his shaft with her right. He was now drenching her left hand and arm with his seemingly endless supply of pre-cum. With a bit of creativity, Susie managed to actually swallow about every third or so spurt as King's cock thrusted by. Again, King began to thrust more urgently and jerkily as he lowered his haunches. As his glans flared to its maximum diameter, King began to flag his tail. Susie was rewarded with powerful jets of milky- white cum. This time she was not letting it go to waste! She slid her left hand back from his glans and intercepted the jets by placing a very large kiss on the end of his glans. She swallowed as quickly as she could but was rapidly overcome by the sheer volume that King was ejaculating. Susie refused to admit defeat as King's cum began dribbling down her chin and onto her left knee. After about ten or so powerful spurts, King began to slow his output. His nose was practically touching the ground as the last few weak spurts of cum were eagerly swallowed by Susie. Almost immediately, King's erection began to diminish and retract into its sheath. Susie quickly engulfed as much as she could in her mouth and sucked it in hungrily. She followed its ascent all the way up to his sheath and balls when it released with a loud pop sound. "That's all folks!" she said matter-of-factly, as she took a wistful look at the large balls that had performed so admirably. She gave them a gentle kiss. Standing up, Susie was reaching for the clean-up towel she had the presence of mind to bring along with her when a voice said from beside her. "Looking for this?" Paul asked, as he smiled and handed her the towel. Susie was speechless as she jumped back with a start. How long had he been standing there? "Here. Clean up and put your sweater on before you freeze out here," Paul said as Susie nervously took the towel from him. Paul couldn't help stealing a glance at Susie's large breasts as her nipples stood out prominently through her bra. The glance was not lost on Susie who quickly put her sweater on. "Please, Paul. Let me explain." "It's OK, Susie. I bet you didn't realize that I had a security system, did you? Of course, I'll probably have to upgrade it with perimeter coverage after tonight," he laughed. "You watched me the whole while?" Susie asked incredulously. Looking down at his other hand, she saw that he held what looked like electronic binoculars. A night scope! "No. You were already pretty busy by the time I got here. By the way, just how much did you witness in the mare barn?" Paul asked.

Recovering some of her composure, Susie just gave him a sideways glance as she smiled knowingly. "C'mon. Why don't you get showered up and I'll give you a ride home." And with that, Susie and Paul began making their way towards the house. King followed the pair up to the fence line and then craned his neck over the top rail. Susie and Paul both lavished King with pats and scratches and then continued on up to the house. With ears pricked, King watched as the pair disappeared inside and let out a contented sigh. Nice mystery mare. Nice Paul. " Brought To You By: Head's Up BBS (909) 681-3721 (2400-19200) Over 15,000 GIF Files Over 2,000 Text Files Original Scans HOT Message Areas 7 Day Free Test Drive All Interests: Straight, Oral, Anal, Bi-Sexual, Lesbian, Gay, Transexual, Bondage, Discipline, Toys, Odd Things, ORIGINAL SCANS!, MORE!!!! Come Join The Best BBS in Southern California! 1/4 An author with the moniker of Dr. Doolittle started this series, but he has not gotten off of his duff to finish it...and I have something in mind for the parties involved in this...;-)==)...so... (I also have something very important to ask him: How the hell does someone ride their bicycle to work in "early January" weather, and in fuckin' Pennsylvania, no less??? COME ON, MAN, this is one story I have just gotta hear before I die...;-)= =)....) --- Stud Service --(Part Three) No sooner had Susie and Paul stepped into the foyer of his house - a Colonial-style two story, mansion-like yet small enough and cozy enough to retain an abiding sense of comfort and intimacy - then they turned and looked at each other. The moment froze like an eternity, the electricity trying to register in their minds, which were virtually fevered with the events of the previous minutes. Paul blinked at the sight of Susie before him, girlish in her appearance even though she had turned 18 months before. Endowed with 42D breasts, yet a face that radiated innocence through her soft gray eyes, framed by flowing blondish red hair, to the point that her being all

but screamed out: TAKE ME, PLEASE!!!!! Susie, in response, drank in the man before her, studying Paul as if she were trying to memorize his features so she could find him in a crowd or warzone. To her five-foot-seven form, Paul's six feet of warm and caressable flesh highlighted by his chocolate brown eyes and rich auburn hair, hair with softness not unlike King's mane - made her very innards flutter and her knees quiver, sensations she had never known. But, given that she was still virgin, how could she? She had been saving herself for a moment, a man, a farm like this - and now her luck either was about to run out or hit the jackpot of fuck! She made the first move, raising her left arm towards Paul. Paul smelled the scent of his precious stallion, and instantly got a hard on. A raging hard on! A classic high school boner of the first magnitude, the kind of stiff prick that could double as a crowbar if the right crow came along. And Susie was damned well no crow! But she sure did need prying! Without thinking, Paul darted his right hand to meet Susie's left, taking her palm into his fingers and, in one motion, raised the back of her hand to his lips. As he kissed her fingers, a move which made her take a deep breath and close her flaming eyes, Paul got a full blast of the scent of King's cum, and he began to absentmindedly lick Susie's now shivering fingers. Susie felt the warmth of Paul's tongue on her trembling digits and began to breathe in ragged gulps, her moans almost whimpering in their tone as her body began to feel, and go, limp. Paul glanced up and saw Susie was going into a state of faint, and quickly flashed his right arm around her back to catch her from crashing to the floor. As she felt his strong limb encompass her, Susie suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Paul's neck and pulled his lips to hers. Paul froze in shock for an instant as he felt this angel turned putty quickly find a second wind to give her kisses strength; at the moment their mouths touched, Paul instinctively parted his jaw as if he expected her tongue to slip between his teeth. His anticipation was rewarded as Susie slithered her fiery probe into his opening, all but searching out his own taster as though it tried to glue itself onto his flesh. Their mouths massaged each other's passions, fanning the flames of desires long repressed and now ready to be realized. Susie broke the embrace. "Paul, take me, please make love with me, please," she begged through ragged, gasping breaths. He smiled as he looked at this woman, and slowly rose from the floor, her form secure in his arms as he lifted her off the shiny white linoleum like foyer floor. Susie kept her gaze fixed on his sparkling eyes as Paul carried her up the black-stepped staircase, a wide angular path that rose straight forward for the first ten steps before it made a sharp right turn and continued for five steps that led to the second-floor balcony, which became the hallway that led to the several upstairs bedrooms. Paul walked forward, carrying Susie's sensual limpness toward his bedroom, the scene one that could make some evoke Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett O'Hara up the staircase of Tara. But this was no Southern plantation - this was the

crisp, green spring richness of southwestern Pennsylvania, the fertile fields side by side with the stiff granite hills of the nearby Alleghenies, a timeless contrast that put steel and softness together in the same view and breath. Susie smiled and cuddled, with a tremble, against Paul's chest, as though she were a princess being rescued by a noble knight and carried off to safety. She snuggled and was rewarded when Paul lowered his head for a moment to gently kiss her forehead - not unlike a horse nuzzling a mare, she thought. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her left hand slowly, touching Paul's firm but smooth right cheek, her gaze a lazy, cloudy reverie in this intoxicating moment. Paul stood solid and stiff, firm yet gentle, as he carried his precious visitor who now knew his secrets across the threshold of his bedroom. Susie tilted her head and looked into the room. The deep green carpet had the tint of lush meadow grass, not unlike that found where stallions and mares roamed. The room was expansive, with two sets of sliding glass doors on the east and west sides that opened to small portico-like balconies. The east side looked out over the pasture that fronted the road she took on her bicycle, while the west side gave a clear view of the horse barns. What views these provided for the person lucky enough to enjoy breakfast up here, she thought. The bed, though, stunned her: A magnificent four-poster that seemed to be attached to the ceiling, its solid cherry columns so thick she could almost fit inside them. What made it stand out, however, was the curtain system that effectively closed it off from the outside - a touch Paul had seen while on duty with the Army in the Orient. Susie breathed deeply and smiled as she saw how neat Paul's bedroom was. Nothing out of place, nothing messy, nothing but the proper best. She knew now she had found that special someone, the kind of man that could shut up her mother's incessant prying about "settling down". The fact he had just the kind of farm she was looking for all but confirmed her hopes, like blessings from a higher authority getting its jollies through doing good deeds. And Paul was also enjoying the moment, hoping Susie liked the surroundings and the rich blue cotton bedsheets and comforter enough to want to stay the night, and the night after that, and all the nights after that. Although he wasn't quite ready to admit his feelings out loud yet, Paul felt a sense of falling for this gorgeous female that now knew his deepest, darkest passions and yet did not seem to be at all revolted by them. He walked over to his bed and tenderly laid the quivering girl upon the cool cloth. Susie pecked Paul's cheek as he lowered her, her soft, pliant ass gently contacting his bedsheet, her body becoming used to the comfort and firmness of the mattress; he liked mattresses better than water beds, she realized, another point in her favor. When she slept on a waterbed at a girlfriend's during a week-long vacation several years ago, her bones felt like they had developed rust, so stiff was she in the morning. The springs slowly, comfortingly, gave way to her form and she laid back momentarily to take in the feel of the bed. As she did so, Paul quietly crawled over her, his body covering hers like a canopy offering shade, and he bent downward to kiss her again. As his lips contacted hers and his weight began to settle on her body, Susie raised her arms and began to hug this man who just that day had hired her and now, at night, was finding reason after reason to love her...or so she believed.

Paul, lowering himself to Susie's recumbent form, silently offered prayers of thanks to whatever forces were giving him someone this special. At last, he thought, he could find happiness with another person who enjoyed the same peccadilloes, the same private ecstacies, that he did and not think him weird, perverted or ill. He took Susie's head into his hands, and began to kiss her hotly. They writhed on the bed like teenagers trying out their first backseat, groping and hugging and frenching and sweating as they tried to show each other their growing love for one another at the same time they literally felt out each others' bodies. Paul moved his hands over Susie's luscious breasts, feeling the smoothness and firmness of the delectable teenager who was sliding her right hand up and down his crotch, as though she were trying to "braille" his ample prick. Paul felt her hand, and his cock grew harder and harder with each feathery stroke; after several passes, each one more rapid with her hand all but trying to curl around his dick to jack him off, he raised up and began to unbutton his shirt, her hand still stroking his groin. Susie breathed in deeply, her cunt twitching as she watched Paul slowly and confidently undo the black and red plaid shirt, which contrasted nicely with his black jeans; she made a mental note to look for a pair of them for herself, so that they would make a distinctive couple whereever they went. It was the same outfit he wore earlier that day, and Susie was sure he hadn't showered after his tryst with Sasha. God, she thought, how I can't wait to get a taste of his cock with that mare's goo coating it. Paul let the shirt slide from his arms, revealing a smooth chest with very small hairs on it, just the kind that turned Susie on. He moved his hand towards his pants, but Susie stopped him. "No, Paul," she said. "Let me, but...let me go next." She smiled and sat up, and crossed her arms, her hands grasping the hem of her sweater. In one fluid, sensual motion, she pulled her sweater over her head and flung it behind her onto the floor. Her tits jiggled in her bra, which she then clasped in the front and opened. She let the flap-like cups fall free to her ribs, and her chest heaved out as she momentarily closed her eyes and smiled. When she opened them, Paul was staring at her as though he were in shock. Before his good fortune, he would consider himself lucky if a gorgeous woman even spoke to him. And now, here was this nubile minx, a literal mare in heat, all but begging him to foal her. But that was the difference between animals and humans, he reminded himself quickly: Humans like foreplay! And he privately crossed his fingers, toes and testes his technique was good enough for Susie. He thought back quickly to the day before, when she was serving him coffee. Now here she was, laying back on his bed, serving herself. Breakfast was sure going to be nourishing and tasty tomorrow, a thought that made him grin as he looked into his first lover's eyes. Yes. Despite his money, his relatively good looks, his easy demeanor around animals, children and women...he was still a virgin! But Susie was going to make up for that little deficiency, here and now, and maybe for good, he hoped. Paul's hopes were raised as Susie bent forward and, grasping the buckle of his

belt, quickly slipped the long leather tongue through the steel clasp and out of the way of the metal button holding the pants together. Without wasting any further time, Susie grasped that metal button with confidence and undid her lover's pants, then took the zipper in her hand and pulled it down with a quick motion that made Paul gasp in shock and fright. She saw the look and heard the voice, and went blank for a moment - until she realized she'd yanked his fly open while he had no underwear on! She blinked and froze when she realized what the zipper's gearbox could have done to his dong, but she came back to reality when she saw that cock spring out in front of her face. A delicious nine and a half inches of throbbing muscle and lust made its appearance level with Susie's lips, and the combination of the meat, moment and aroma - courtesy of Sasha's recently fucked horse pussy - drove the young woman over the edge. She gasped, panted and suddenly opened her mouth and dove onto Paul's prick, all but trying to swallow it whole. She felt the first human male cock she had ever seen up close in her whole life nestle against her tongue, and the softness of the skin coupled with the taste of mare made her cunt gush with hot woman cream, better than she had ever fingered herself. At that same moment, Paul's pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of the legs quickly, his shoes coming off as he used each foot to free his limbs from the pantlegs. He had also not wore socks when he went outside, and in a flash he was nude. And getting the hot skin and hotter juice sucked off of his cock. "Oh, fuck, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!", Paul yelled as he felt Susie deep throat his dick like she was an experienced pro instead of a virgin scared out of her wits over the prospect of getting her first fuck. As he felt her mouth take more of his manhood, Paul instinctively pushed his hips toward her face, driving his hard penis - which was just the right diameter for Susie's mouth and throat, unlike King's monstrous equine billyclub - farther into her neck. Susie swirled her tongue in a circular motion around Paul's cock as it throbbed in her mouth, all but trying to literally wash the flavor of Sasha off of him and onto her own tastebuds. "Baaaaabeeee, thasss...great," said Paul, his brain going limp in direct proportion to his body going rigid. Paul let his head flow back as he closed his eyes and concentrated on Susie's fiery mouth, his breating beginning to take on a more rapid and ragged pace. As he focused more on the girl's jaws, Susie slowly laid back on the bed, never once taking her mouth from her man's rod, and slid her hands up his thighs to his ass. Putting her hands on Paul's backside, she grasped his firm buttcheeks and pulled him closer to her jaws, her lips parting slightly to take even more of his cock into her mouth. Paul relaxed, feeling his body straddle Susie's chest, and looked down to see the closed eyes and dreamy face of his new love as she concentrated on trying to draw his white life cream into her gullet. He smiled slightly, enjoying the feel of his own first blowjob, and began to move his hips back and forth, as though he were trying to fuck her mouth like it was a pussy above her neck. Susie felt the motion and arched her back slightly, letting Paul's cock back out of her mouth so she could lick it like a popsicle. As his dong came free of her lips and into the air, Susie began to lick it, opening her eyes to see his for the first time in several minutes, the

sight making her smile. "Ohhh, gawd," Paul moaned, his sounds coming nonstop. Susie grinned, letting her tongue flash the underside of his dick - which made it lift off of her lips momentarily. "You like it," she asked with a sensual smile as his prick rested on her lips. "No, I fucking love it," Paul said with a breath trying to escape his body, his face breaking into a smile as he emphasized the word love with an almost reflexive tone. "Don't stop, please." "Don't worry, I won't," Susie said teasingly, pushing her hands firm against Paul's ass, making him move up high enough to free her ample tits from underneath his backside. "But how about a change of holder, so to speak?" Paul was puzzled by this question, until he saw his cock fit in between those beautiful mounds, those firm tits that Susie then pushed together with her hands; he never realized her hands were off his ass until he felt them begin to press her chest against his dick so she could literally jack him off with her breasts. To help matters along, she stuck her tongue out and licked the now dry but smooth donghead, then bent forward and swallowed his cock again, getting it wet the entire length as Paul helped by raising up for a moment so she could inhale and intake without being gagged. "MMMMMmmmmmmmm," Susie mewled, shivering her head as she whirled her wet tongue back and forth in her mouth, treating his cock like it was a steel I-beam in a pool of lava. In that instant, Paul tensed - Susie's loving oral caresses had finally gotten the best of him, and his first blow job from a human female was about to strike paydirt. The combination of her thrilling mounds, soft and jiggling yet hot and firm, and her vacuum cleaner of a mouth was more than he could even stand, let alone comprehend, and his nature took its inevitable course. "Oh, SHITTT," he spat out as his crotch tensed and his cock hardened to its fullest in Susie's mouth. The horny girl froze for a moment in anticipation of the load coming from that pissslit: Would it be sweet, salty, bitter, revolting, milky, thin, clear.... It turned out to be forceful. Very powerful, beginning as an involuntary thrust of Paul's athletic pelvis, followed by a long, thick stream of steamy cream slamming and splashing against the back of her throat, which shut itself reflexively, allowing her mouth to take the full first cannonade of spunk. Susie's eyes shut tightly as she felt the hot liquid ricochet to the sides of her mouth, coating her cheeks which ballooned slightly in an almost primordial reaction. As the first jet landed upon her tastebuds, Susie's clenched eyes instantly eased up as she felt an unmistakable flicker, a near hitch, of her cunt. In that moment, her own pelvis stiffened, and an electric jolt of pleasure ran up her spine with light speed. Crash. Bang. BOOOM!! This was the orgasm of orgasms to her, the fire of the sun mixed with the waves of the water, the second before the great blade of the guillotine reached its mark, the eyelash before the bullet with her name on it

hit her heart full square, that frozen eternity of time where the condemned feels the scaffold drop and the rope begin its unforgiving grasp around the neck... And then Paul's second stream shot out - it had only been two seconds earlier when his first cumshot found its home - and Susie's body turned into a soaked dishrag being wrung out by hands more powerful than any vise, her cunt giving mute testimony to that feeling by leaking a stream of snatchsauce all over her now shiny wet pussy. A thought flashed through Susie's fevered mind: I hope that's not blood I feel, she wondered to herself as she realized her period was soon to come. Paul stayed tense in her mouth, a third shot of cum now streaming into her jaws, a small amount leaking out her lips only adding to her slutty yet romantic allure. With that flex of his pecker, he began to ease back from her head slowly, his glistening penis slowly oozing from her reluctantly yielding mouth. With each millimeter of skin grazing her lips, Susie's cunt spasmed, reacting to the heat and smoothness of her new lover's tool yet wanting it to stay past her lips forever. She was so lost in reverie, Paul could have taken her head in his hands and pissed in her mouth, with animalistic fervor, and she would have swallowed him gladly. All at once, the end of his cock found air, and Susie felt the wonderful life giving rod leave her mouth with an almost silent pop. Paul looked down and saw Susie's mouth still full with his cum, which amazed him given the fact that he had just filled Sasha's ample equine ass a little more than a half-hour earlier. Susie slowly turned her head toward her man, her mouth still opened, and smiled at him slightly, letting her tongue swim in the midst of the spunk. That motion involuntarily gave Paul a second raging hard on, although he was too stunned with this girl's brazen talents in the art of cocksucking to notice. "Gawddamn, girl, where the hell did you learn to do this so fucking well," he asked in sheer shock. Susie nodded with her eyes for him to lean forward, letting her tongue flash in the same moment and shovel the majority of his white treasure down to her tummy. The taste was so yummy, she thought, she'd go through a pile of horse manure just to suck that boner until it gave up its liquid lust. She couldn't have been happier... ...but then she realized Paul would love a turn at her... ...and she knew what the hell she was going to tell him if he had the courage to ask...of course, she had found out he loved his ponies like she did... Paul rose Susie from her reverie by leaning forward and slipping his left hand behind her head, sliding it down to between her shoulders, and lifting her soft, yielding form up to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over the slight rivulets of cum that had leaked out of her lips, savoring the taste of his own spunk mixed with her own juices. Susie rose her arms instinctively and wrapped them around Paul's neck as he lifted her up, the two of them hotly

frenching, trading their precious body nectars on and with their tongues. Suddenly, Paul hugged her and rolled over onto his back, taking her to the middle of their bed. She moved gently onto him, gliding like an angel in the instant of making a decision to shed its wings forever in favor of a stronger, higher flying power. Paul slowly worked his hands down to Susie's pants and undid the belt holding them up, two layers of cloth standing between him and his first human female cunt. Susie smiled and moved her hands down to help her new lover remove her pants. Paul grasped the jeans and panties in his hands and began to work the denim and cotton away from her skin. She felt the coolness of the air strike her flesh, and she shivered slightly, and then her pussy came into Paul's view. He had seen them in magazines, many times before, but this was his first woman in real life. Yes, he could have bought any whore he wanted to when he was in the service, but he preferred his first time to be a real woman. And here was a girl, young and tender, waiting to be come a real woman, the kind of woman Paul always wanted. The whiff of her snatch caught Paul's nostrils, and he leaned forward, sticking out his tounge. Susie flinched as she felt the taste buds make contact with her skinfolds, and she rolled onto her back, taking Paul with her in a reflex; she contacted the mattress and leaned back, trying to sink into the sheets like they were water. Paul finally moved his hands upward and parted her cuntlips. For the first time he got a look inside the cavern that leads to the source of life itself. So this is where babies come out of, he thought to himself for a moment...wondering briefly if Susie... He stopped thinking and moved back in, sticking out his tongue and flicking it quickly, running on instinct only, moving it over what he saw was a pearl sticking out of a fleshy hood. "OOOOOOOHHHHHH," Susie howled in obvious pleasure with the first feel of a tongue on her labiae, a feel she wanted for as long as she lived. The touch of his tastebuds on her tastepit made her squirm and turn and jump and buck and thrash and dance, like she were being electrocuted...but this shock was sooooooo good....sooooooooooo good....god, could her Paul eat a pussy, she thought. I have to ask him where he learned... ...and then she remembered Sasha...and grinned. Of course he ought to know a clit when he sees it, she thought, how could you miss a bud that big anyway?? Paul was enjoying his feminine company's reactions very nicely, and her gyrations only served to increase the pace and force of his eating. Without realizing it, Susie had begun to virtually grind her pubic bone against his upper jaw, and the cracking sound of that hard spot against his upper lip only served to get him hotter and hotter. Susie tried her best to grind her snatch harder and harder against her honeyman's mouth, moving her hands quickly to Paul's hair. She felt the soft mane and, suddenly, gripped sheer fistfuls of his scalp, as if she were trying to pull him inside her cunt, trying to melt her meat onto his lips forever. For

an instant, she thought she felt his tongue go INSIDE her pussy...and that was all it took to take her over! "EEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she hollered with a shriek loud enough to wake the generations of dead, from mammal to insect, amoeba to dinosaur. She stiffened against the now sucking mouth of her man, as she felt Paul all but trying to vacuum her cream into his throat! It was as if he was sucking her cock, she thought. She flinched and bounced for a few more moments, and then went limp and blacked out. For a moment, Susie felt nothing. No lights, no sensations, no tactile emotions...just the soft, rapid, incessant sound of her own desperate breathing, like she had ran a marathon on nothing but her sheer willpower. She had just had her cunt eaten for the first time - the first of many times - and she was looking forward to it being licked and sucked again and again and again... ...and especially to that time when she'd get the chance to foal a colt or filly of her own and feel her pussy lips spread from within... ...but now she felt something large and soft and cuddly and, yes, manly moving up her recumbent and drained form. Something...make that some one...very manly! Susie felt Paul slide upward and brush his body against hers. She felt Paul's hard cock sliding up her legs, like a loving snake, gliding against her downy muff, moving softly against her curls, teasing her wet and throbbing labiae she wanted him to lift her up and impale her virgin snatch on his manhorn, like she was in a saddle designed to give her a ride she would never forget. Paul paused a moment and, opening his eyes, looked lovingly at her. "I want you, dear lovely lady," he said with a smile. Susie reached down and, with a strength even she did not realize she had within her, gently clasped and grasped his hot prick, jacking it easily, moving it over her pussy, teasing him with her hot wetness. "And I want you too, honey," she said with a quiet breath, slowly rolling him on his back. With a deep breath, she moved upwards to mount his hips, like she was sitting in familar territory. Never taking her hand off his cock, never taking her eyes from his, the girl now named Susie smiled warmly and, like he was her favorite horse, straddled Paul's groin and fit the crowned head of his hot, throbbing cock inside her female folds. He felt the oily, nectarlike wetness of woman-to-be against his glans and gasped. Susie smiled all the more, showing her clean opaque teeth like a high priced model coming up with her latest fashion magazine cover pose. And then she wiggled her hips slightly, almost imperceptibly, and took more of his head into her cunt. Paul pushed in slightly, sliding up her channel, until he reached that magic gate of heaven called a hymen. Paul smiled broadly himself - he had found the woman of his dreams, and she had waited for him. For him!

They paused for a moment to get a soft breath, said "I love you" to each other at the same instant in time, and then Susie moved downward, Paul moved upward, and each became adults at long last. If it is said that lust is the fire that burns twice as hot, then let it be said that love is the flame that comforts twice as warmly. And in that moment when Paul's cock touched Susie's private core, both realized they wanted to know that cuddling, precious warmth for as long as they drew breath upon this earth. Both froze for a second to look at each other with clear eyes, visions crystallized in this instant of no turning back the clock once the decision is made, before they gave each to the other, forever. As Susie pushed her spine down slightly, Paul lifted his hips up gently, both hardly even making any motion. That was all they needed. There was no tearing, no pain, no cry of horror, just a whisper of a moment when the last instant of childhood passed and the first touch of adulthood was felt. And when these two virgins finally met in the way they should have, it was with the dawning of an unquenchable light. For the first time since he came from his mother, Paul McGregor felt himself inside a woman's womb. Granted, it was just a small percentage of his entire being, but it was enough to take every feeling he had in his body and put them all on hold to let him focus and savor this magical, mystical second. For her side, Susie's eyes were still opened but the vision they contained was replaced by an indescribable dreaminess, a haze that smothered her consciousness and rendered her impossible to do anything else but breathe instinctively. There was no tear at that moment her Paul's cock made complete her transition from female to woman; all she felt was an energy release inside her, as though a bird were passing through the sun's rays. The more her guts felt Paul's cock, the more she returned to reality, and she slowly began to smile and look deeper into his eyes, his tear-filling eyes, his quivering lips, his trembling cheeks, his face that said I love you... Susie, still smiling, moved slowly but surely, never hesitating, until her lips touched her man's and her hands left his to take his head for a moment before she slid her arms around his neck. As she moved to hug him, his cock moved up and down, one stroke, inside her now blazing cunt. She moved again, and felt another stroke, moved again and felt another, moved and felt, enjoying each motion and each feeling more than the first. "Ohhh, ohh, uhh," said Paul, his eyes open but fixed and entranced, his mouth halfway agape in pleasant shock. "Ahh, ahhhh, aaaaahhhh," said Susie back to him, a smile crossing her newly-womaned face. The smile broadened as she moved up and down Paul's cock more and more, the friction serving to put more and more steel in his personal I-beam. He never dreamed how good fucking a human female could be; perhaps, he thought ruefully, too much equine flesh had dulled him for a moment like this. Susie throbbed for a moment, hardly any blood showing, and then she raised upward quickly and thrust herself downward in a rapid slam. Paul's eyes went wide when he felt his woman do this, and he lost his breath at the moment of impact.

He was surprised that simple moment was too much for him. "I caaannt....hollll..ddddd....OHHHHHHHHHH!!!," Paul said as he instantly tensed and let his groin rise upwards, pulling Susie tightly against his now throbbing cock. Susie tensed and then she felt the twinge of his cum splash against the insides of her pussy, and the hot fluid scalding her untouched skin made her cum in a near river. A thought flashed through her mind: My God, I could get pregnant from this, she said to herself...my parents would die of embarrass... ...aw, FUCK THEM, she thought as she closed her eyes tighter and felt more of her man's seed-filled cream coat her cunny. This man will love me no matter what, and I love him no matter what...and I would LOVE to have his baby...it's better than waiting tables...and our child would be so loved...and so wanted....and I want HIM.... The emotions were too much for Susie and she fell forward onto Paul's chest, passing out from the swirl of the moment. The cum had also done its work on Paul's form, for he had already collapsed from sheer fatigue and was asleep, the touch of Susie's breasts and body on his chest the last feeling on his consciousness as rest overtook him... Susie was the first to awaken, and pleasantly as she realized Paul's peter was still hard and inside her! MMMMM, she lazily purred as she discovered just how much of a stud her boss was...and how much she wanted him to fire her so she could move in with him without any problems or small talk from the small minded neighbors...she looked over to a clock on a nearby dresser and gasped instinctively. They had not realized it, but over two hours had passed. It was now almost midnight, and Susie realized her parents would probably panic if they went into her bedroom and found it empty. She thought a moment laying next to the resting form of her boss/lover... Why should I care what they think, she thought. I'm a woman, an adult, and I'm happy! Look at them! Who wants that?? She felt Paul rustle and cuddle her to him, his cock still stiff but not as hard as it was when he was awake. Still, it was stiff and still inside her, so be thankful for small favors, she thought. Especially when you think of nine inches as small, she grinned. Susie snuggled back and, nudging Paul into awake, gently kissed the edge of his chin. He rolled to her and opened his eyes. "Hello, precious," Paul said, a heartfelt tone to his voice as it came from his smiling face, as he moved his left hand to her hair. "Hi, sweetheart," Susie cooed back, her hand now stroking his right side and ribs ever so gently. It took all her courage to say her next words to him. "I can't believe you are as good and gentle with me as you are with your other 'girls' in your life," she said playfully, not even expecting the rise from Paul's eyebrows.

"Just how much do you know, little lady?", he asked with part curiosity and part inquisition as he turned his gaze toward her, a look of suspicion and fear evident in his eyes. "All that I need to know," Susie said with unmistakable seduction as she moved closer to her man, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling him to her for a kiss. As his lips met hers, their mouths opened and they began to french deeply. Paul took that moment to make a decision. He broke the kiss. "Well, given I've seen an eyeful tonight, to say nothing of felt a handful," Susie grinned at that line - "and I'm sure you've gotten a good eyeful and mindful..." He paused dramatically, and then took a deep breath before sighing, feeling Susie tense and draw nearer to him as she lay in his loving, comforting, wanting arms. "...how about seeing it all up close and personal, if that's what you want?" As she heard the words, her eyes widened and her mouth opened into an unmistakable smile, her head nodding rapidly, displaying an almost unconscious reflex, so engrossed was she with her anticipation of what was about to come. "Ohhhhh...yesyesyesyesyes," she said in a rapid staccato, hugging Paul tighter and rolling her body onto his, like a schoolgirl getting her way with the star quarterback. Her legs swung onto his, her left leg raising over his right as she encompassed his form. Paul hugged back and smiled into her face, moving his lips to kiss and french his new love rapidly and deeply. He then broke the kiss. "Okay, let's go then and meet the girls," he said to Susie in less of a tone of a dare and more of honest, loving anticipation. The night was colder now, and Susie and Paul dressed warmly. Paul put his jeans and shirt back on, and he gave Susie back her sweater and pants - neither wore underwear, which would only get in the way at the moment - and they quickly headed outside, over to the stables. When they got to the mare barn, Belle and Mandy were pretty much comfortable in their stalls, and Paul and Susie both agreed they would not disturb them, at least now. But Sasha and King were definitely fair game... Susie had turned on the lights and saw Sasha in her stall, but at the moment her eyes were fixed on looking for King. She saw him enter the mare barn via his designated paddock and grinned. "OK, honey, time for you to get an eyeful of just how much I like this, too," Susie bellowed as her fingers flew to the hem of her sweater and yanked it off in one motion, revealing her ample tits. She then flung it to one side and reached for her pants, tugging them open and taking them off in one motion. Behind her, Paul had already stripped naked and his cock was going tent city, waiting happily for what he expected to happen next. Susie strolled over to King and began to nuzzle him happily. The big stud Quarter Horse stallion recognized his little lover and neighed back just as joyfully. Her nipples stood out like little mountains on the domes of her soft

breasts, rock hard and so sensitive the merest touch would make her cunt cream. "Hi, baby, you still ready for me," she said with a sensuous voice, the sultry bitch goddess strolling over to her helpless yet awaiting courtier, demanding satisfaction from her lover at all costs. King, for all his anxiety, stayed put like a gentleman well trained, almost knowing his instinctive strength could hurt this mystery mare. Susie reached forward and grasped the now baseball bat of horseprick and, with her gentle touch and firm hold, began jacking him sensuously. The horse neighed with the pleasant feel of his mystery mare, but louder now that he knew his owner was in here with them. "Now, hon, get a good eyeful for yourself," she called out to Paul. She waited for his encouragement, but there was no sound, at least right away. So she decided to take matters beyond her own hands... As Susie bent toward her stallion's boner, she was startled a bit to hear loud nuzzling and licking, followed by a man's moan. She turned and gaped when she saw Sasha licking Paul's cock, like she was getting ready to suck it! And then Sasha did just that...and Susie squealed loudly, watching her honey getting his human prick swallowed by a horse!! She instinctively, and accidentally, squeezed King's cock and the motion made him whinny loudly, which woke her up. Paul looked over at Susie and grinned. "Goooooh...get him...honeeeee," he moaned in a happy voice, wondering if he could find any gism to give Sasha. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy Sasha's ministrations, then opened them to the one sight he thought he would never see before his own amazed eyes: A very beautiful woman sucking a horse's cock into her mouth! Susie was in ecstasy!! King's cum tasted so delicious, and with the knowledge she had of handling him from just earlier, this should not take long, she thought. She bobbed her head up and down his thick shaft for a few strokes, and then she felt a hot breath on her right cheek... ...and was startled to see Paul move in toward King's cock!! Susie took King's prick from her mouth and offered it to Paul, who promptly proceeded to take four inches of the horse dong in his own throat. At the same moment, Susie bent forward and sucked Paul's cock - covered with Sasha's saliva - into her own gullet. She sucked a few times to clean off her man, then raised up and licked the underside of King's boner for a few seconds, Paul sucking for all he was worth all the way in the meantime, before taking it in her mouth again. King felt the familiar softness of Susie's tongue, and fired a copious amount of equine fertility into her neck, the sensation too much for even his proud prick to handle. The shot made Susie lift the cock from her mouth to swallow, and a second blast of stud horse hit her face, creaming her lips and coating her chin and chest. Paul saw the white goo and began to lick it off of her top, the feel of his tounge coupled with the sight and realization of what was happening enough to make her shudder in orgasm - and he hadn't even touched her in here yet! Susie shivered with her thrill, and then shuddered at her next thought...could I take this cock of King's in my cunt, she wondered...

She wouldn't get the chance right away, as Paul suddenly took her in his arms, the move bringing her out of her reverie, and pulled her to him before he laid her on the fresh and clean cement floor. The heating system kept the barn nice and warm, and Susie used Paul as a kind of blanket for a moment before he raised up and, in one motion, lifted her legs with his hands and bent forward at his waist, thrusting his hot cock right into her cunt! "YESSSSSSSSS, fuck me, fuck me!!!!!" the hot woman shouted. "You got it, babe," Paul screamed back. "I'm gonna make you my filly if it's the last thing I do. And then I'm gonna let King have his way with you..." "YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Susie screamed back. "Ohhhhh, ohhh, yesssssss, I wannna fuck that beautiful horse of yours. And I wanta fuck that beautiful cock of yours...ohhhh, goodddamn you, take me and fuck the shit out of me, honey....fuck me and love me and make a pony in me...ohhhhh, fuckkkkk meeeeee...." Susie was too far gone to realize what she had said, so good and hot was Paul's throbbing cock. But she was cumming from the thought of having King's massive schwanz slamming in her guts, and Paul knew this on sheer instinct - and that thought pushed him over the edge, as his cock suddenly spilled a new load inside Susie's womb. Susie trembled on the floor after this bang. This had been a hot, a slutty and nasty fuck, and she had loved every moment of it. She felt the hot cream of her man pooling inside her hips and she squeezed her hipbones together, trying to milk more of the baby batter out of Paul's cock and into her pit. Paul felt the squeeze and gave her another short blast of the precious fluid. His cock popped from her pussy and glided over the crinkle of her asshole. Susie felt the warmth of his wet prick and smiled. "Go for it, babe," she said. Paul froze and blinked, then smiled back at the thought of what his lover asked him to do. He positioned his prick over her hole and slowly moved forward, the head popping into her tightest opening without much resistance. Susie swooned as Paul's cock began to invade her Hershey highway. Never in her life had she even thought her asshole would be penetrated by anything, and now here she was on the floor of a horse barn getting good and cornholed -- and LOVING it!!!! Paul's penis was just the right size for her shitter, and he went into her backside like he had been made to fuck her. In a matter of a moment, Paul was nestled fully in Susie's tight, warm, smooth and loving ass, and he stopped all motion to take a second and enjoy the incredible feeling of his first buttfuck. Susie felt the wonderful weenie do her derriere and clenched the walls of her ass on his cock. That woke Paul up, and he began to fuck her beautiful ass, raising up and down, stroking inside and out, pistoning her with increasing speed and strength. Susie felt the rod doing its work, and she absentmindedly slipped a finger into her cunt to try and feel the heat of her honey's boner against her pussy walls. BOOOOOOOM! Her finger contacted her clit, and she went into a soul breaking, mindless cum, her eyes rolling into her head, the look on her face presenting a

wild sight: Her flowing red mane full of horse cum, her mouth open and wordless, her saliva and other juices running out the side of her mouth and onto her cheeks, her nipples sticking out like they were starched, her legs splayed as wide as she could get them - almost in babybirthing position - and her lover fucking her in the ass! Suddenly Paul yelled an "AGGGGHHHH" and clenched his teeth to unload a small but intense shot of cum into Susie's beautiful asshole. The look on his face made her come back to reality and she froze wide eyed as she watched Paul's face get beet red with the concentration he was using to unload his cream into her cornpit. Don't let him die on me, Susie thought in horror. Paul slowly let out his breaths, opened his eyes, looked at his lady...and smiled. Relieved, Susie smiled back and pulled Paul to her, the move reburying his cock into her nether pit. They kissed hotly and quickly, their tongues trying to search out their new found love for each other. "I love you, I love you, I love you," Susie said over and over. "And I love you, too, darling," said Paul grinning happily. Now, it was Sasha's turn... Susie sensed the need for Paul to have a moment to rest - she was discovering a rather interesting secret about him, namely that he was multiorgasmic and could get it up several times a session, to say nothing of the fact that he loved to fuck as much as she did - and she moved over to the mare. Susie noticed the horse for the first time as a potential lover and not just an animal for breeding, and she honed in on Sasha's winking clitoris... Susie got up, Paul rolling off of her and watching as she swiftly moved in behind the mare. "Come here, honey," Susie said as she reached Sasha and knelt behind her backside, seeking out the equine vagina. Susie had never thought of another woman in an erotic manner, let alone a female horse - but this was a night for all inhibition to go to the winds, and she was game for anything! If Paul ordered her to go into town and bring back a biker gang to watch this scene, she would do it - right to the point of pedalling into town on her bicycle as naked as she was now! But, hey, Paul had brains enough to know better than to do that! After all, what would become of him if she never returned...? Now, Susie was on her knees parting Sasha's cunt with her hands, seeking out the magical love button. She saw the huge pearl compared to the one on top of her own cunt - God, how much fun I would have with a clitty that big, she thought - and she leaned forward and sucked it. At the same moment, Paul reached down and lifted her hips off of the ground and, spreading her legs, sat down on the floor and moved his tongue into position between Susie's cunny lips.

Within moments, the orgasm began crashing inside the now boiling girl. She could no longer contain herself, her cunt so full of Paul's spunk and her own snatchjuices, and she began to drool the contents of her pussy all over his mouth. Paul moved a finger up to get a coating of her oils on it, and then - as he kept up his licking and swallowing - he slid that wet finger into her ass! Susie screamed her pleasure onto Sasha's clit, and that brought the horse off instantly, her own cunt unloading a torrent of equine oils and spunk all over the woman's face and into her mouth. Susie sucked hungrily at the new taste, wanting all of it she could get. Paul sensed her ecstacy and added to it by thrusting his index finger into Susie's cunt, and that motion made Susie's knees so weak with pleasure that she dropped back to the floor and into Paul's arms. For the last, and wildest, pleasure of the night. As Susie braced herself in Paul's arms, feeling his hand jacking away at her now tender insides, she couldn't hold herself together any longer. To Paul's surprise and pleasure, she began to piss! All over his hand, the hot stream flowed up to the middle of his forearm. Instinctively, Susie reached out for something to steady herself with - she was so embarassed with what she was doing - and found herself holding onto Paul's cock. Which also began to piss. Right towards her lips and face! At that same moment, she felt a sensation on her throbbing clit. She looked down and saw Paul had his mouth open -- and was drinking her piss!!! He quickly arched his eyebrows in pleasure and went back to sucking from her clit. Susie felt the blast of his pee and did the logical thing. She opened her mouth and went down full on his watering cock! Her throat began to swallow quickly and reflexively, taking the liquid gold all the way down without stopping. As she gulped, her pussy began to ripple with a tremendous tsunami of a cum, building up like a powerful wave...almost a sensation of giving birth...Paul sensed this and sucked harder and harder, and Susie sensed Paul and swallowed harder and faster, until they both had nothing left to give. Susie gulped the last of Paul's piss down, and then - as she lifted her mouth from his wet prick - got one last surprise, this a shot of his creamy, sweet cum onto her lips and tongue, a single blast she caught like a dollop of honey and ran over her teeth. Paul leaned down to her face and kissed her, savoring his cream and his gold with her innermost fluids, a taste that made the both of them shudder and hug tightly. They sat there for long minutes in each other's snuggling arms, only able to say "I love you" to each other softly, so worn out were they from their intense erotic play...

Fucking King would have to wait for another night, and that would be a night real soon, but for now the two needed rest. And one thing was for sure: As soon as she got home, the first thing Susie Hansen was going to do with her life was pack her bags! And move all her things to the White Rose Stables, right into the same bedroom with her new boyfriend. She smiled at the thought as she and Paul got up and begain to dress to go back to the house. To their house. No, she thought - their home. And he's not my boyfriend, she smiled. He's my man ! When the sun rose the next day, Susie's mom walked in to her bedroom and found it empty. Within moments, she was on the phone to the McGregor ranch. "Hello," said a lilting voice on the other end of the McGregor phone, this one in the master bedroom upstairs. "Good morning, this is Mrs. Hansen, is my daughter there," the older woman said breathlessly. "Yes I am, Mom, and I'm fine, you don't have to check on me like I'm a little girl or something anymore," said Susie, doing her best to keep from cracking up. She was wearing one of Paul's white terrycloth robes, rubbing a towel briskly through her luscious and freshly showered hair when the phone rang. "What time did you get there, young lady," her mother said in a slightly outraged tone. "Well before sunrise, because I had some work that needed to be done here and I did not want it to wait," said the new woman. "I wasn't getting much sleep because it was on my mind, and I figured I'd be of more good here working than home trying to sleep. Are you satisfied? It's not like I got out a miniskirt, put on makeup and a tube top and went to stand on a streetcorner or something." Susie delivered this line with as straight a face as possible and then held the receiver a good foot away from her ear, moving the phone away from here as fast as she could, to avoid the shock and painful piercing of the expected oncoming, near-hysterical scream. "SUSIE HANSEN!", her mother screeched. "Don't you DARE talk to me like that, young lady. I'm still your mother, do you understand?" Paul by now had walked into the room, his own hair in a towel and his own body in a white terrycloth robe that matched Susie's. He reached for the phone and took it from Susie's hand, his presence momentarily startling her - she did not even notice he was there until his body touched hers - until she turned and wrapped her arms around his strong, manly form, her face snuggling into his chest. I wonder what Mom would have thought of us about 90 minutes ago, Susie thought quietly. That's when the two had awoke and started the day in Paul's specially constructed shower, spending a good 40 minutes in the steamy, piping hot water cleaning and cuddling and sucking and fucking each other before moving over to the nearby sauna for another 30 minutes of crotch munching and fingering. They

ended their morning play with another few minutes in the shower, this time showering each other's hair with Paul giving Susie one more dose of what he called playfully his "secret internal creme rinse" - another blast of his hot and thick cum in Susie's quivering snatch, which he then licked out of his woman as she leaned back against the shower wall trembling with the pleasure of her orgasm. "Hi, Mrs. Hansen, this is Paul McGregor, you don't ever have to worry about your daughter because I could never have found anyone more dedicated and devoted to this place if I tried," he said with a smile on his face and calm in his voice. The angry woman on the other end quickly changed her tune once she heard the gentleman speak to her. "Ohhh," said the startled Hansen matriarch. She flustered quickly and then tried to speak in a relative similarity of intelligent and lucid conversation. "Well, I..I jus...just...was concerned..." Susie quickly snatched the phone. "You mean you were just nosy, Mom, I know you by now," she said into the receiver in a mix of anger and deadpan boredom before giving it back to a near hysterical Paul, who quickly regained his bearings when he saw the tightlipped look on his lady. She loosened her face long enough to reach up and peck his lips with a smile, then resumed rubbing out her hair. He quickly spoke into the phone. "Mrs. Hansen, would you and your husband please join me and your daughter for dinner here, tonight?" Paul's question startled Susie in an instant; she stopped rubbing her hair and pulled the towel over her shoulders in a flash, her eyes going wide in astonishment and her mouth as wide in shock. "I do make a very good chicken and rice dish I'd like the two of you and your daughter to share with me - I really hate to eat alone." This last line he said with a knowing smile to Susie, who was now snuggling with him again. Susie's mom agreed, saying she'd let her husband know of the change in plans for that night. Paul said his goodbyes and offered the phone to Susie, but she had already dropped to her knees to begin nursing on her new boyfriend's raging cock. The receiver went off with a loud click at about the same time Susie held Paul's thick penis upright and lowered her entire throat down the length of his skinshaft. The dinner went wonderfully that night, Paul proving to be an excellent host and conversationalist, surprising the Hansens with his stories and thoughts and ideas, especially his effusiveness and heart felt gratitude over meeting Susie. In a moment of quiet pause, Susie's father stepped over to Paul, a second that made Paul flinch inside with a wonder of whether or not he had scared these people. "My friend, you seem to be who my daughter has been looking for," the older man said with a smile, holding out his hand in friendship. "Please understand that she's all we got..." his voice trailing off as an unexpected tear came to his eye, an emotion that took Paul aback. "Just take care of our baby," Susie's father said before the tears overtook him and he smiled. Paul nodded with a broad smile of his own and shook her father's hand. In the kitchen, Susie and her mother were embracing at that same moment, after the talk they had which convinced the older woman her child's, her

daughter's, her baby woman's place was here with this man. As his fiancee, and his wife. And, after her mom and dad went home, as Paul's bed partner. Her parents agreed to help her and Paul pack her things first thing in the morning so she could move in with her boyfriend, so happy were they for her that they cared less what the town would think. Paul had already made up his mind on a gift for his new lady... ...but that night was taken up by King finally getting his cock into his mystery mare, as Paul laid underneath her and licked her cunt while Susie filled her mouth with his cock. And just in case they ever forgot how to get into that position again, Paul had set up his video camera in just the right spot... It had been an amazing passage of events since that special dusk. Now the sun was shining, a Saturday in the blazing autumn. Susie McGregor saw the now-glowing sunrise and stirred, a contented smile broadening on her radiantly womanlike face. She slowly lifted the covers off of her form, noticing that Paul was gone - he said he would be up very early to do some work in and on the barns - and she stretched her arms away from her sides and chest, feeling the blood in her work out the morning stiffness. The nearby clock showed 7:59 a.m. She wore a light blue, almost airy full-length nightgown, a diphanous material that would have vanished in the right light, leaving the unsuspecting gazer to believe she was naked. The satin-soft fabric rested against her skin like a cooling cover, so good against her body - which now was holding two lives inside. She was now approaching the start of her ninth month, the ending of her solitary life as a female and the beginning of that road only women can say they have chosen to travel. She bounded slightly on the bed and then glided upward with an agility that even surprised her, so big was she by now. Her parents were transformed by the news of their impending grandchild, from boring housebound creatures to a pair of fussing and loving birds that almost seemed relieved to be getting a second chance to watch a child grow up before them. For Paul, the fact he was to be a father - he insisted the real word was "daddy" - had finished his transformation to liberation, the responsibility about to rest on him giving him a confidence and peace he never dreamed of in his lonesome past. How quickly things had moved, she thought. Since that January night they had romping in the paddock, it had taken Paul only five months to propose to her, which he did during a short trip they took to Europe to celebrate the start of summer. How romantic it was to be standing on top of the Eiffel Tower and hear him ask her for the honor of being her husband, instead of him asking her to be his wife... Susie moved from the bed toward the east side of the bedroom, seeking the rising sun's light. She approached the sliding glass doors and, taking the large oak handle in her hand, parted them and stepped outside onto the wooden

deck, which overlooked the almost endless meadows of the stable. She moved slowly across the deck, the fresh air falling on her skin like a blanket of calm and contentment. Her belly reached the railing before the rest of her did. She looked down at herself and smiled ever brighter, her right hand lazily raising to touch the top of this baby-filled tummy. Inside her was Paul's first child, which tests had shown to be a son. They already had a name for him, Brandon Francis McGregor, but just in case the tests were a little off, Brenda Francine McGregor was at the ready. She thought back for a minute to the first breakfast when she met and served Paul, when he came in the diner. Many was the time they had been back to enjoy those yummy meals, but now they were not only the best patrons of the place they also owned it! More rays of the sun shone through the clouds, and Susie raised her head and closed her eyes to take in more and more of that loving warmth from above. She could not have written a script better than this: A man who loved and cared for her, loved the same things she did and in the same way (although the baby had slowed down their play with the horses, it only served to increase their own horseplay), and now was with her and in her life, and she in his, for the rest of their days. She looked down and opened her eyes to gaze at the distant meadow, fenced around its edges so that the horses that ran within it were safe from their own curiosity and protected from outside harm. She saw a motion from the right corner of her eye and glanced, and then smiled her largest smile of the morning, as she saw King and a colt - his son - galloping over the wild green carpet for all they were worth. At that moment, she twitched with a start as Brandon flexed his own muscles and legs inside her. She bent down to look at herself and her crowning achievement, a tear of joy coming to her eye as she moved her hand into her gown to touch her tummy directly. She thought back to the night in February when Sasha foaled King's first colt, and the fun she had as the little, spindly legged wonder blinked his eyes and rose up for the first time. Paul moved over to hug his young wife, whom he had married just before Christmas in a small, bright, loving ceremony in front of the Christmas tree in their house - a tree they had decorated with ornaments, light tinsel, loving candles and the most distinctive feature, white roses and got the surprise of his life on, of all days, Valentine's Day as she spoke gently and lovingly to him. "That's not the only foal that's going to be born here this year," she said, turning to him with a soft smile and a glow in her eyes that all but telegraphed the meaning to her husband. Paul saw the look and slowly took her in her arms, his eyes filling with happy tears... From behind her, Paul bent close and slipped his loving, manly hand and arm atop hers, his left arm coming around to hand his beloved Susie a single, fully-blooming white rose he had taken from one of the bushes that stood its silent welcome at the entrance to their home and stable, the flower from which their land and hearth took its name. He had seen her on the deck when he had stepped inside, and moved over to her so slowly and softly she had not heard

his footsteps, so engrossed and happy was her attention. The aroma of the posy filled her nostrils and made her swoon back slowly against her husband, her pregnant body filling his arms in a perfect fit. She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered the loving feel of his steaming tongue on her cunt the night before, as he licked her throbbing swollen babygate and gave her such a shuddering cum it was a wonder she didn't break her water with her quaking. Paul nuzzled Susie's beautiful mane, which had become a blazing red and had thickened sumptuously due to her pregnancy, and kissed his wife's glowing, mother-filled cheeks, savoring that skin texture that blesses every woman making and having a baby. Their lips met, and their breaths tried every way possible to communicate their love for each other, a love first manifested by their horses and now secured for the rest of their lives by their budding family. Susie had told Paul she wanted to have at least two kids and was surprised when Paul said "why stop there if we like them?" She decided at that moment to have as many babies as her body and his willpower would allow, and to make sure they never went without in the most important area, the love and the trust of their parents. They slowly parted their kiss. "I love you," they said at the same moment, so quietly to each other the very breeze drowned out the hearing of anyone else that would've been more than a foot away. Susie smiled widely. "Morning, daddy," she said gently and caringly, her tummy now brushing up against her husband's front. Paul smiled and said nothing, but slowly bent forward and, parting his darling's nightgown, kissed the top of her bulging belly softly. Susie felt the first of several tears of love and joy roll from her eyes; Paul saw them as he raised up, and flicked his tongue out to lick them from her cheeks. As Susie regained her composure, Paul smiled at her. "I can't believe how lucky a man I am, to have a wonderful woman like you in my life and as my life," he said, a tear in his own eye. Susie raised up as best she could and, with her own tongue, licked the tear from his eyelid. She drew back and wrapped her arms around his firm and loving neck. "Believe it," she smiled, cuddling forward to him. "I've got the proof in me, don't I?" She said that last line with a broad smile, momentarily backing up to show off her tummy once more before snuggling against him again, this time much tighter. Paul smiled back, caressed her hair and glanced at the meadow, seeing King and the colt they'd named Prince. The full name of the colt was APrinceOfAKing, but Prince was good enough. As they looked at the stirring sight in the field, they both had the same thought: Of a day in their oncoming future, when they - on King and Sasha - took Prince in between them and let their Brandon enjoy for himself what had brought them together, and him ultimately here. As they stood watching, the sun finally parted the clouds. Morning was here, and the weather was such to inspire horses to whinny and run.