My name is Remmy and being a fifteen year old vixen growing up in the city had never been easy, I guess my parents were worried I would fall in with the wrong people so they sent me off to live with my aunt and uncle. I have been living on my uncles ranch now for three years now and besides the chors and getting up before dawn it was a nice place. My uncle had given me a stallion to care for, feeling it would do me good to have a cause and a living thing depending on me. The stallions name was Buster, short for Busters Chance.  In those three years I have come to know him and he me, as offten as I could I would take him out ridding on the vast ranch. Buster was my favorite stallion. He was as fast as the wind, and yet so gentle and he would obay my slightest word. He was a beautiful dark grey color and his shape was perfect and his brown eyes had a intelligence about them. His limbs were slender, and he walked so proudly he seemed to spurn the ground as he walked.
    One day he came up to me and as he would nugged me, and after I had fed him from my hand, I spent some time braiding his main. With me haveing finished my chors I saddled Buster up and went for a ride. I so love to let him run and feel the wind in my face and through my fur that this was one of the best things here. This day was warm and the ride was a good work out for Buster and I, I felt more then a little filthy, and wanted to get some of the dust from the run off. I knew of creek where I could get cleaned up at and let Buster take a break as well. There was a pool where the water gathered from the creek that made a fine place to take a bath. It was slightly shaded by the trees but had just enough sunny areas to let my fur dry. After bathing I threw myself at length on the soft wild grass which was like a blanket over the ground here making this place a perfect place to be lazy. I was in no hurry to dress and so I stretched myself lazily on my back at full length and enjoyed the warm sun on my tummy fur.
   Buster came and stood beside me as if for company in our loneliness. I then amused myself by moving under him and making him stand with his forefeet on either side of my chest. Nothing could have induced him to step on me, not even if a gun had been suddenly fired. But there was nothing to startle him. We were entirely alone.
   I found out that day, pretty soon...as stallions will when standing in perfect repose...his shaft hung dangling out. In a spirit of mischief I put up both feet and took it between them and began rubbing it gently. It gradually stiffened, and its crest hung down between my thighs and pressed slightly against the lips there. Buster put his head down and touched my bosom with his velvety nostrils. I still continued to rub up and down his shaft with my feet, till its presence between my thighs awakened a pleasant sensation. In fact, I became wanton with desire and worked my feet more rapidly up and down his shaft. It suddenly shot out extending fully, and stretching my sheath to its greatest tension, penetrating me to my loins making my stomach bulge slightly.
   "I was hurled into orgasm and ravished with the fierce thrill and warmth of the stallion's gushing sperm filling my very womb. It found no room in my distended orifice and spurted out of it again like a fountain descending over my belly and thighs. Luckily for me, the distance between his loins and mine was sufficient to prevent anything but the end of his shaft from entering. Otherwise I know not but that it would have driven through the length of my body and came out of my mouth.
   As it was I scrambled out from under him with my lust completely quenched. From my waist to my knees I was dripping with Buster's thick milky sperm. I hurried to wash it off and then cool my smarting sheath in the waters of the pool. For a long while I had to be careful around Buster. More then once I notices when I came to his stabble to feed and water him his shafft began to hang out. At times when I would brush him down if I turned my back to clean the brush or get something, he would nudge me and I beleave want to mount me. At this I would have to swat his muzzle, but I did not hit him hard. I could not bear to hurt him for the consequences of my own folly.