Paul Gable - Horse-loving niece

"And you'd better hurry. My sister's just about ready."

Hank rushed from the barn, nearly tripping over his own feet. Janice laughed at his panic, then turned her attention back to the big black stallion now calmly standing in his stall. He looked at her, his black nostrils quivering. Janice stood in front of him, feeling his big head nuzzling her arms, then moving over to her tits. She froze, suddenly feeling something wild, something totally unnatural flash through her body. It was the same feeling she'd had when Chad began nuzzling her there in the livingroom.

Janice gasped, drawing back, her fingertips pressed to her mouth, her eyes widened. She felt the barn reeling around her as if she'd taken some kind of drug. Even for a lively, free-thinking spirit like Janice, what she suddenly felt for Thunder was unspeakable! He had nuzzled her tits, drawn that big sloppy tongue up her arm then over to her tits. That was when she'd moved away.

"Oh… oh Lord!"

What on earth was happening to her? Why was she acting like this, like some kind of Hollywood slut? God, she was worse than those sluts parading their asses up and down the boulevard! They made it with men. But she was turning on to this horse! Suddenly Janice heard jeering voices talking about the women in Tijuana, women who let donkeys fuck them right there on the stage in front of a bunch of leering sailors!

"No, no…"

Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those hours alone with horses. Her body grew warm, the nipples stretching, pulling against the surrounding nipple flesh. This was wrong, far more wrong than her tryst with the German Shepherd back there in the ranch house.

But what harm could there be if she only petted the stallion? What harm could there be if she just felt the warm body of that stud?

Sucking in another ragged breath, Janice walked up to Thunder, petting him again on the head. But this time she kept going back, moving along, talking to the big animal so he wouldn't get spooked. She felt his sides shuddering, heard him snorting a little nervously again as she moved back, her ass rubbing against the splintery stall wall behind her.

"There, boy, it's all right. Janice isn't going to hurt you," she cooed, rubbing her fingers over the warm sides.

How good, how strangely good and calming and yet exciting it was to feel Thunder's muscular sides with her fingers. The short smooth hair tickled her flesh. He was so warm, so firm! Janice stopped at his mid-section, looking back and seeing the animal was looking at her once more, having twisted his head halfway around. Those eyes! They almost had her in a trance as she stood there in the small area, her feet sinking into the false floor of shredded straw. There was that odor she found exciting, that pungent aroma of stale piss that made her wrinkle her nose.

What was she going to do? What on earth was she doing now, leaning heavily against the animal, drawing her hands over his sides? Was she thinking of going back farther, of touching him all over until she reached his prick?

"Oh my God… oh my God!"

Again Janice stopped, resting her forehead against Thunder's sides. She was a mature woman, an experienced woman – certainly more experienced than her virgin sister Linda. Why couldn't she control her emotions, especially now here in the stall? Why couldn't she just get up and walk away, calling this little episode for what it was worth – a pleasant but silly excursion into something that could be quite morally dark?

But she couldn't. Standing there, feeling those powerful sides heaving in and out, listening to the stallion's breath hissing through his nostrils, feeling the warmth radiating through her blouse and fingers, Janice felt glued to the spot. She was hesitating, feeling herself at some terrible boundary.

"God!" she moaned.

She glanced at her wristwatch. Linda would be expecting her in the house in a few moments to give her some kind of moral support. This was her first big date in a long time. Stroking the stallion's sides once more, Janice found herself embracing the animal draping her arms over his sides and pressing her body close to him. The woman found herself smiling at the touch of the big animal and at the thought of Linda going out for the first time in years. Her sister was going to get fucked! She was certain of that. In spite of the way Hank shuffled his feet and acted so inept and stupid, she could see in his eyes he was going to make every more he could to get between Linda's legs. She'd have to prepare her sister beforehand somehow, give her some sisterly advice on how to ride that wave when it finally curled and crashed in.

But there were still a few minutes left, a few minutes alone with this powerful, handsome animal trembling under her touch.

"Steady, Thunder, steady… yesss, that's it, that's it – Janice isn't going to hurt you."

The brunette backed away a little more, feeling the whip of his tail at times against her right elbow. He began pawing again at the ground, snorting and dipping his head up and down as she eased her way back toward his hindquarters. It was only when she kept talking to him, kept touching him gently that the stud calmed down, twisting his head around once more and watching her intently. That stare made her shiver.

"Easy, Thunder… don't move… that's it, Thunder."

Her heart was pounding so hard Janice thought it would tear through her ribcage. She was touching the big hard muscle of his left hindquarter now, feeling it ripple under her fingertips. Thunder moved that hoof back, stomping down on the hay, moving the straw about nervously, then finally steadying himself as she kept smoothing her fingers up and down, up and down his body. What was she doing? What on earth was she doing standing here in the stall with this stallion?

"Got to leave… have to…"

But some dark force had taken over her soul once more. It was as if she were possessed by some terrible demon out to destroy her! Janice moved her fingers down lower, hearing her own breathing and matching it with that of the stallion's. Her knees shook while she felt her full, flexible cunt-lips swell with blood, folding over one another. She paused, leaning heavily against Thunder's body again and closing her eyes. Her clit was swollen, poking up from the surrounding moist flesh and throbbing as if a man's prick were rubbing against it. Riding high. Again she smiled. She had told the few men who had fucked her to ride high so she could feel their cocks rubbing against her clit!

"Ohhhh…" she moaned.

She moved as if in some dream state. Janice felt shamefully close to an orgasm. An orgasm! And what had she done? What had happened to her? She was simply standing there, touching a horse, moving her hands up and down dangerously close to his cock. But that was all. There had been no contact with the beast, no touching at all except the innocent caressing against his sides. And yet the brunette couldn't deny what she was feeling between her thighs, a hunger that made her tremble at her own thoughts. She stopped for a moment and wondered what on earth she was thinking of doing, finding out she didn't know. She simply wasn't sure of what to do. It was that force, that thing shoving her on, showing her the way.

"Ohhh…" Her breathing became more and more shallow, so hot through her flared nostrils.

Her tits were killing her now, feeling so full, so swollen. And how her nipples ached and itched, begging to be touched, rubbed, pinched! She felt so shaky, not really herself at all. From the other end of the stall, Janice saw the big horse still staring at her, his black nostrils quivering with each powerful snort he took.