Unknown - Wild for horses

She laughed uneasily. He was approaching. She heard a horse in a stall stamp its hooves. She moved away. She saw that he was carrying a whip in his hands.

He moved past her. "Have you ever seen a horse really close up, Mrs. Reynolds?"

"No," she said reaching down to massage her sore feet.

He opened one of the stalls. "Come here and look at this beauty."

She hobbled over. Standing there was one of the most beautiful beasts she had ever seen in her life. Pure black, with a shining coat, the stallion glared at her.

"Up boy," Tex snapped his whip once in the air.

The powerful beast whinnied and reared up in the air.

"One of the finest animals on the East Coast, Mrs. Reynolds," he said preferring to call her by her married name and remain formal.

"Yes," she murmured appreciatively, "he's quite a specimen."

She had come up beside him now. She wanted to put her arm around his waist.

But he seemed to have forgotten her. He was very tall.

He turned around slowly and slid his hands down into her gown.

Her nipples rose in the palms of his hands. Again, she didn't know why she was letting this stranger do this to her. Except that he fascinated her.

He said, "Have you ever thought about doing it with a horse, Mrs. Reynolds."

"What?" she said, perfectly horrified. "Why no! Of course not!"

He said, "Never thought about the brute force embodied in the penis of one of these great stallions. Never thought of what it would be like to feel that animal force inside your frail human body?" He was shoving his groin up against her.

She could feel how his cock was getting hard.

"N-no," she said nervously. He was squeezing her breasts too hard now.

"Ow!" she said, "you're hurting me!"

But he paid no notice. By twisting her breasts he was forcing her down to her knees. She knelt in the dirt of the stable, between the black beast and the strange man.

He wrapped his legs around her thighs and was busy unzipping his fly now.

"Look at him," he whispered. He was talking about the horse.

She stared into the darkness. She saw something gleaming red under the horse's belly. She stared again. Was it what she thought? Yes.

"Come closer this way." He dragged her to the side.

He had his own dick out now, in his hand and he was rubbing it in between her two bulging tits as they popped out of her bikini top.

"Look how big he is, Mrs. Reynolds. Think how big the mare would have to be to take him. Many a mare has run from this horse in fright."

She was glancing down now at the big penis between her tits and then up again at the huge, gleaming red horse cock that was powering out of the horse's hairy penis sheath. Her breath was coming in pants and she forgot where she was.

He took his whip and snapped it sharply behind her.

"Put it in your mouth, Mrs. Reynolds," he said.

He wasn't even looking at her. He was staring at the underbelly of the horse.

She was frightened. She thought she was with a madman. Her only thought was to do exactly as he said. But also, her blood was oddly excited. It was racing.

She put the big cock in her mouth and began sucking on it.

"Imagine you're sucking on the dick of the horse, Mrs. Reynolds," the man whispered coarsely into the darkness. He kept flicking his whip in the air.

The horse reared up on his hind legs and whinnied. And his big hard red cock hypnotized their eyes.

"Think how big it is, you couldn't possibly get it all in your mouth! But you! Somehow you do! You're holding the penis of a wild beast in your mouth, Mrs. Reynolds! And you feel all the brute raw strength of the animal in his tool, which you suck!" He shoved his hard cock down her open throat. Loretta sucked on it gratefully. The man's talk was turning her on.

He went on. "And you reach up to touch the beast's big balls!"

He snapped his whip, letting it scrape against her buttocks.

Her hands went up to his basket and she began squeezing his balls.

"You feel the full power of this wild animal above you. And you know at any moment he could rebel, and stamp you to death with one kick of his hoof!"

He grabbed her head and shoved it against his meat.

She gulped, and her throat contracted and he shot his wad off down her mouth.

She sucked it all down, thinking this was the strangest sexual experience she had had yet. But now her pussy was pounding. What was he going to do for her?

He picked her up in his arms and carried her back into his ranch house.

He laid her down on his bed and he spread her legs.

Then, with the smell of the horses and the stables still on his hands, he gave her his second hard-on of the day, and he stuck it up her cunt.

Loretta, still lazing on the patio as the air got cooler, smiled and squeezed her thighs together at the recollection of that fuck.

Just then she heard Tanya calling to her from the room.

"Mom! It's Burton. He's on the phone! Come inside!"

Loretta went inside. She sat down on the bed and Tanya handed her the phone.

"Hello, darling. How are you?" she said to her husband.

"Fine. Look, I have good news. I think I can get away earlier than I expected. It's just so damn lonely around here without you guys. And I figure why should you be having all the fun while I'm sitting at home sweltering in the city."

Loretta smiled, bemused. If he only knew how much fun she had been having.

"That's good, dear," she said to him. "When are you coming."

"I'll be up tomorrow." Then they kissed and said goodbye.

The truth of the matter was that Burton, expecting to get a lot of Ramona while his family was away, had been sorely disappointed.

Ramona's mother had answered the phone the first time he called her. She didn't recognize his voice, but she was suspicious.

"Who are you. I heard some older man's been hanging out with my Ramona and I'm here to tell you that I don't like it! Not one bit!"

Burton thought of hanging up. But he listened.

"So you stay away from here, you hear me! My Ramona's not some kind of little tart that she can go around with married men who aren't going to give her nothing!"

And then Ramona's mother had hung up. What had happened was, Ramona had mentioned to her mother that she had a real mature boyfriend. And then little by little, Mrs. Flapper had wormed the details out of her daughter. The fact that he was thirty-five and married.

"He's too old for you, and what you want to be going around with married men for anyways!" Monica Flapper slapped her daughter's face.

"Well, you go around with them all the time. Maybe I learned to do it at home!"

Ramona merited another slap for this disrespectful remark. And she was grounded at home until further notice.

"I suppose you're already giving them some of what they're looking for too!" her mother screamed at her unreasonably. "That's all they want men – just one thing! Don't be stupid girl! Don't be like your mother!"

But Burton didn't know about this whole scene.

All he knew was that his one main reason for staying at home had been swept out from under his feet. So he arranged to take a few days off from work.