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Horse Sex, by Jezebel Rose

Thunder whinnied and stamped as he was led to the mare in heat. Still, he had done this many times before, and so allowed himself to be driven up to the breeding stand by Samantha Davidson, whose father helped him settle into place. The mare snorted as the giant dick penetrated her vagina, and the stallion began to thrust in and out. He was a magnificent creature, four years old, healthy, and fast. His fur was dark brown, heading to black on his “socks” on his lower legs, and his mane almost black. On his forehead was a streak of white like a lightning bolt that had helped give him his name.

Samantha had assisted in this operation many times before. She was a beautiful young girl, a senior in high school, with pitch-black hair that fell to her shoulders and curled around her pretty face, occasionally getting into her dark green eyes. Her body was trim and robust from doing her part of the chores on her family’s horse farm, with long legs and firm, medium-sized breasts that were topped with perky little pink nipples.

Usually, this job did not really bother her all that much. She had grown up helping with the horses, and few farm children were in the least bit affected by the sight of animal sex. It happened all the time and was completely normal. However, this time was different for Samantha. Today, the view of the massive cock pumping into the heated mare caused her pussy to twitch and her nipples to swell. She felt her skin grow hot and tight. Embarrassed at the thought of being aroused by horses fucking, she hurried back to the house to clean up for dinner, leaving her father to finish things.

That night she had a dream where she was fucked senseless by the stallion. She awoke with sweat covering her trembling body and in a feverish state of arousal. She pulled her panties down, inserted two fingers in her wet pussy with one hand, and stroked her clit with other. She shivered, trying to think only of men, any men, black, white, Arabic, anything but what she had dreamed. However, her mind kept conjuring images of Thunder, sweating and blowing as he completed his gallop, and the large penis she had seen him use on the mare.

“Noooooo…” she moaned. Once again, she tried to force her thoughts elsewhere. Once again, her mind betrayed her, and when the unbidden image of a giant horse dick appeared, its semen gushing out and all over her lithe body, covering her with its wetness, she exploded in a tremendous, toe-curling orgasm that seemed like it would never end. Her muscles stiffened, her hips shoved themselves up at her fingers, and she gasped in ecstasy through tautly held neck muscles.

Jerking and shuddering, her hips slowly came to a halt as her orgasm subsided. Without thinking, she brought her fingers to her lips and tasted herself. The taste seared itself across her tongue, and she sucked vigorously on her fingers until her juices were gone.

After her breathing slowed to normal, Samantha staggered into her bathroom to wash up a little. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and shuddered. Her face was flushed, her hair matted and in disarray, and her t-shirt soaked with sweat and sticking to her body. Her nipples were still erect and visible.

However, as she cleaned up, she began to feel a little better. Many people had some strange fantasies. After all, she knew some women had rape fantasies, but they certainly did not want to be raped for real. Just because she had dreamed about a horse did not mean she wanted to “do it” with one. Convincing herself the dream meant nothing, Samantha relaxed and soon returned to bed, where she fell quickly asleep and did not dream.

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Samantha managed to go several days without thinking much about the horses in a sexual manner. She was rather relieved. She was not a sicko then, and she had just had a fantasy.

However, if it were just a fantasy that she would never follow through on, then thinking about it wouldn’t hurt, right? Right. In addition, she would soon forget about it.

However, fate had other plans for Samantha. As a flowering teenager, she was often horny. In addition, she still did not have a boyfriend. There were no boys in her small-town school she was interested in that were not already taken. She was no virgin, and the lack of sex was bothering her, but she was not going to jump in the sack with some person to get herself off.

There was another complication. Since it was spring, quite a few of the mares were coming on heat. Every day or two, she has to witness more erect horse cocks and more sweaty horse sex. Each time her dreams were filled with mighty stallions fucking her into senseless ecstasy, and she would awaken with a soaking wet pussy. Her overall horniness rose to a nigh-intolerable level. Masturbation was not getting the job done. It brought temporary relief, but could not make a dent in her overall agitation. Something had to give.

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One night in late April, something finally did.

It was one of those massive spring thunderstorms. Wind and rain lashed at the Davidson household, and thunder crashed loudly in response to the streaks of lighting that shortly made the night like day. Earlier, and before the storm, no less than three mares had gone into heat, and Samantha had been present to assist in the breeding process, with the expected effects on her state of mind.

She could not sleep. Her mind was filled with obscene thoughts, and they all centered on the stallions and their enormous cocks. She could not even make herself come, and she cried in frustration. Finally, the charged atmosphere and her desires became too much for Samantha.

Without thought for the consequences, the weather, the threat of discovery, or anything beyond her tremendous sexual need, she slipped out of bed, down the stairs, and out the kitchen door. She did not even pause to get a raincoat or an umbrella, but only ran across the wet grass and sodden earth to the stallion barn. Her raven hair was dripping, her t-shirt soaked through, she approached Thunder’s stall.

The storm had kept the great beast awake. He dipped and shook his head in greeting as she entered. Samantha shivered from the chill brought on by her wetness, but stripped off her shirt and hung it across the stall door. Her small firm breasts barely moved as she did so, the pink nipples wet and hard as stone.

The high schooler approached the stallion, and placed her arms around his neck, molding her body against his as best she could for warmth. Thunder brushed his head up against her, and Samantha shivered again as she felt his hot breath on her back, this time from pleasure. She began to press her pubis against his foreleg slowly.

It felt good. She began to rock her hips back and forth, putting delicious friction right on her clit. She felt the chill begin to leave her, chased away by the warmth of the horse and her inner heat, despite the droplets of rain still dripping off her hair. Thunder remained, his equine brain puzzled by this odd human behavior, but finding the stroking pleasant.

Samantha hit a particularly erotic combination of nerve endings in her cunt and gasped in pleasure, her knees buckling slightly. It was not, however, enough. The stallion-assisted masturbation was cute, but Samantha wanted something more, and whatever moral qualms she had felt before had vanished in a red sexual haze. Her tremble quim had never felt so incredibly empty, and she could think of only one thing that might fill it.

She stepped back and removed her panties, soaked from rain, sweat, and her inner juices. The young girl stroked her way down the horse’s barrel from his neck, stopping near his hindquarters and kneeling down to examine his flaccid penis. Swallowing hard, she reached out her hand to stroke it.

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