Unknown - Sex-crazed stallion

She didn't have the faintest idea what the flood of sensation was that had settled into her crotch, she only knew that it was very intimately linked with the strange man who simply by his presence coaxed such strange behavior from her.

Taking hold of his cock had almost been like a dream. There had been an unseen hand wrapped around her wrist. She would have been powerless to resist no matter what her reaction. But her utter lack of resistance left her numb.

She had taken it eagerly!

She had felt something that she could only compare to hunger, but it was an appetite that had never asserted itself before.

It was grinding into her nerves and muscles with blinding force now!

The door to his room loomed ahead in the dim hall. She nearly ran the last ten steps, opened it quietly and stepped inside.

He was lying in bed reading a dusty book from her father's bookshelf.

When he saw her, he simply closed the book wordlessly, felt his cock begin to stiffen and settled back into the pillows to see what would happen.

He found out quickly.

She was at the side of his bed, wanting to reach out to him, touch him, run her hands over his face, his chest, his cock. She wanted to feel it stiffen beneath her fingers, wanted to stroke it velvet surface from the swollen head to the patch of hair it rose out of like a monolith of flesh, a totem around which her scattered blind lust could coalesce.

But she was frightened, uncertain just how to proceed. Never had she felt this way. It was almost as though her cunt had taken a life of its own, one she could share in but never quite control… it drove her now, commanded her, generated her every move. All her thoughts were focused on the one desire to have it filled, stuffed with that cock that she only this afternoon discovered.

He was ready, and from all outward appearances, quite willing. As she drew back the covers, she had all the evidence she need of that.

"I haven't been able to think of anything else. It's been unbearable. All afternoon I've wanted to get my hands on it again."

"Well, I've got an idea for something else you can get on it with."

She blushed. At the same time, she felt a swelling blossom within her breasts, an answering tremble in her thighs and a slowly mounting flame flickering within her clitoris.

She was slippery, drenched, and as she removed her pants, she dipped her finger into her pussy slit, let the thick juice roll over the tip, and then she placed it at Johnny's lips. He sucked long and hard.

"You have the sweetest tasting pussy I ever got my tongue on darling. Which reminds me. Why don't you hop up here so I can get my tongue on it."

She quickly straddled him and he began to unbutton her shirt. Each time his hands moved from one button to the next and the material there fell open, he ran his fingers over the newly exposed flesh.

Darts of ecstasy ran back through her body.

Her breasts fell out of her shirt and he was all over her, cupping them in his hands, pressing them into her body, then, narrowing his fingertips to the point, he began to massage each hard nipple, rubbing the flesh between his fingers, pressing them, pinching them until they turned a deep crimson.

She was burning, all through her body, but finally so fiercely in her cunt that she could take it no longer.

"Please, please. You know what I want. Please!"

"Yeah? Do I really? What's that? What do you want?" he teased.

"Fuck me you fool! What do you think I want. Fuck me!"

She was whispering but the urgency in her words was quite plain.

Johnny wasted no time. Lucus felt the room slowly begin to fall into place, a cartoonist's rendering of reversed chaos, objects flung from a whirlwind somehow, miraculously, falling into it's precise spot. His mind, though still fragmented far beyond any hope of personality or analytic reasoning nonetheless began assembling still random images, restructuring the mosaic that had been his world, would be again. But with a difference! Now he would hear what they couldn't, see what escaped them, hear frequencies past their stunted range…

Elsewhere there was a similar focusing process, one with a far different energy driving it.

In his loins, his abdomen, his groin, he felt a mounting pressure, still at the level of mere uneasiness. Soon it would mount to a passionate thrust of his will, at the same time shorting out what normal social filters the brain evolved in only the last ten thousand years or so, letting the deeper and far more entrenched instinctive urged, the primal drives to ascend.

Soon, very soon, he would have to pay the fire in his balls the attention it demanded.

His lust was building!

Rod stood in the shadows, wanting her more and more with each passing second.

He would have to scale the fence soon, make his stand and let fate work its course.

She bounced in the moonlight, her hair glowed like a cold flame. She was a spirit, a phantom. At times he thought he could almost see through her. She was close to becoming mystical.

She had ridden the horse until he was as supercharged as she was. Somehow, he must have sensed the effect he had on her, must have felt the transfer of energy from his body to hers, felt it on the same wavelength her own brain was probably functioning at. She was an animal in heat. Pure and simple.

The moment was now.

He jumped the fence and stood waiting for her to pass by him on her next circle.

As she approached, he stepped out in her path, called her name, once, loud, and hoped to God she didn't run him down like he was just another weed. He had no doubt that the horse could do it and never even notice.

Instead, she reared him in instantly. He was up on his hind legs at once, neighing with a sharp edge of panic, but simply clasping him about the neck, she not only stayed on him with ease but she somehow calmed him down almost as fast as he had bolted.

Then she looked down at him.

"I was thinking about you just then," she said.

"I've been thinking about you ever since I first laid eyes on you."

"Yes?"

She sounded amused.

"Why don't you come down," Rod said. He was nearly out of his mind. He wanted to get his hands on her fast!

"I've got a better idea," she returned. "Why don't you come up here?"

He wasn't about to argue. He jumped forward to climb up when she held out her hand stopping him.

"Wait," she said. "Put your clothes in a pile over the fence so you can find them again."

She's been doing this for a while, he could see.

He felt strange climbing up on a horse to try and seduce a girl who probably had never had a man in her life (the possibility here being taken into consideration).

But he did it. Nothing could have stopped him.

She didn't have to be told what to do with him. Johnny had been right. These were accomplished girls.

But Carrie was a natural any way you looked at it. Her touch was flawless, sure, and perfect.

Within seconds, she had ever nerve ending at the surface of his skin on fire.

His cock was hard as steel and his balls felt like they were going to explode. He reached for her breasts and with a moan she fell into him. Rubbing them in his hands, their incredible softness built his arousal even higher, and as he pressed his fingers into their tender flesh he felt the first dribblings of liquid from his cock.

He slipped a finger into her pussy, sought out the hard bud of her clitoris and savored the sound of her moans, felt the pressure from her hips as she rolled them against him.

Then he was pulling her up, lifting her bodily off the horse to lower her onto his cock. At first, she didn't understand what he was doing, but the second the head of his cock touched the already parted lips of her drenched pussy, she started to struggle.