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                                THE HORSEY SET


Sandy had always been interested in horses.   She  had  started  taking  riding
lessons  at  the  age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show.   Riding a
horse had given her many mixed  feelings not excluding the feeling of dominance
of  a  huge  and  beautiful  creature.    The  occasionally  pleasant  physical
sensations of riding were not lost on her either.

After high school riding took a  back  seat  to  other  activities,   including
college,   social  affairs  and  men,  not necessarily in that order.   She was
attractive and well-placed enough to have her pick of men and their attributes.
She chose the most important, age and money.

Marrying an older  man  had  its  advantages,   including physical love-making.
Although she enjoyed dominating horses,  she did not enjoy dominating OR  being
dominated  by  men or other women.   Younger men were always more interested in
pleasing themselves than in her  feelings.    She enjoyed sensitive and sharing
men.   She found that trait much more common in older men, particularly in bed.
But money decided it.   Well into her  thirties  now,   she  was  enjoying  the
"fruits" of her labor, an easy carefree life of leisure.

This  life  now  allowed her to return to her first love - horses.   For a long
time now she had been an avid  "horse  person." She attending all the shows and
parties associated with them.  Her deceivingly youthful beauty was lost on most
of the yuppies in that circle.   Her medium height and  average  "build"  never
attracted attention.   Her short, soft brown hair seemed out of place among the
bleached  and exotically-permed coiffures.   Her exquisitely beautiful face was
totally lost among in  the  circle  of  people  interested in money (women) and
boobs and pussies (men) and dicks (some of both).

She never was a real fan of other horsey people...   until Jim came along.  Jim
was more than a horse person,  he was an animal person.    One  of  the  social
gatherings  was  picketed  by  an animal rights group because of their supposed
harsh treatment of the horse.    Sandy  had  never seen anything like what they
claimed.  Being concerned, she made a point of talking to them.  Her attraction
to Jim was immediate.  Meeting him accomplished two things - she could question
him and she could get to know him.   The stories he told curdled her blood, she
couldn't believe them.   After striking up a nice friendship with  Jim,   Sandy
brought  herself to challenge him.   "Prove it." Jim said he would and promised
to call her later.

Days passed without a word.   Actually, Sandy had lost interest in the "cause",
but not in Jim.   She had never met anyone like Jim,  tall,  relatively angular
and,  oh,  so gentle AND passionate.   Her imagination was filled with fleeting
visions of them together.    Her  bedroom  activities  with her husband took an
interesting turn,  so much so that her husband expressed puzzlement.    But  he
didn't look the gift horse in the mouth or anywhere else, either.

Then  one day Jim called.   He offered to take her to a horse farm and show her
what they did.  Sandy fell all over herself in accepting the offer, but stopped
short of admitting she had lost interest in his cause.

Being a surreptitious outing  they  made  a  date  to  meet after dusk.   After
stopping for tea Jim drove to a horse farm not far from Sandy's.   They  parked
down  the  road  and hiked across several fields to a large barn that obviously
housed the ranch's studs.

Striving for utmost quiet,  with much difficulty they made their way to the hay
loft which had a convenient open view of a large saw-dusted area.

Frighteningly soon after they had  hidden  themselves from sight several people
entered the barn.   Actually, Sandy was disappointed.  After two hours close to
Jim her interest and,  yes,  desire for Jim had  heightened.    Jim  had  shown
significant interest,  too,  after Sandy had grabbed his hand once during their
foray.    The  gentle  squeezing  she  had  felt  several times was more than a
protective reaction.  But here they were - stretched prone together practically
buried in warm,  fragrant hay,  his arm around her, clearly not for protection,
but from affection, forced to be still and quiet.   He whispered his chagrin at
the interruption by the interlopers after she mumbled a "damn".

Looking down they saw three people.   Sandy recognized the ranch owner,  a fat,
sleazy blob,  presumably connected to a  porn ring,  his excessively young wife
with a pleasing,  but wasted,  blonde beauty about her and a creepy looking man
with a camera.  Their mumblings were, thankfully, unintelligible.

Then a expletive bubbled from the blob as a third  man  entered  with  a  mare.
Almost  immediately the stirrings of other horses were heard.   Sandy whispered
that the mare was in heat.  Jim said that he had not expected this, he was told
that they tortured animals at  this  place.    Sandy  said  that the Blob was a
respected breeder.   But the presence of the camera lend an air of suspicion to
the scene.

The mare was tied to a post in full view of the snuggled pair.   The  man  then
left, and returned with a beautiful black stallion, rapidly becoming to hard to
hold.    The  Blob,   in  indignation yelled for him to "turn the mother-fucker
loose!" With a total change in temperament the raging, beauty stallion sniveled
up to the  mare,   nuzzling  her  nose  and  neck.    With impressive aplomb he
initiated an  thrilling  demonstration  of  sexual  foreplay  that  would  have
warranted a chapter in Masters and Johnson.   During the pleasant display Jim's
arm tightened around Sandy in sympathy.   His other had reached for her's.   He
squeezed it reassuringly.

The  stallion  needed  such  no reassurance from the mare.   His splendid penis
began sliding from its sheath to form an amazingly beautiful staff.  It was jet
black, glistening under the bright artificial lights.   The head was smooth and
rounded.   It kept growing and  growing.    When  it  was about a foot long the
stallion resumed his attentions to the mare's neck.    He  began  nibbling  and
biting,   but  the mare obviously enjoyed the attention.   As his penis grew to
about 18" he tried to mount the  mare.   The big horse had difficulty with that
maneuver,  but the mare appeared to try to help.   When  the  stallion  finally
climbed atop the mare his penis had grown to an awe-inspiring two feet.  It was
easily  three inches across.   Jim's had grown,  too,  although not to the same
proportions.

As Jim squirmed uncomfortable Sandy  dropped  his hand and rolled over sideways
towards him,  whispering,  "Magnificent!" All Jim could do was acknowledge  the
statement  of  fact  and  grin at her.   She leaned over,  kissed him hard (her
inhibitions were lost in the hay somewhere by now) and breathed heavily,  "Wait
until he is through,   Jim!"  They  both  turned  their  attentions back to the
stallion (well,  actually, Sandy's hand did slip down to Jim's crotch and Jim's
responded by finding Sandy's),  who,  by now,  was intent on finding the mare's
vagina.   He was working up  a  great  lather  humping  and  pumping  with  his
splendidly muscular haunches supporting that majestic and imposing rod.

And  then,  like magic,  when he seemed to be at the end of his endurance,  his
grand stem found home.  The superb stallion, finding renewed energy, gave a cry
of pleasure and redoubled  his  efforts.    As  the fantastic,  sparkling penis
slipped deep into the mare many things happened together.   The mare arched her
back and whinnied her encouragement; Jim groaned, "My God!" and Sandy moaned in
anticipation, "Oh, do it to me, please, do it to me!"


Over and over the stallion drove his glorious penis deeper into  the  mare  and
with  each  stroke  both the stallion and the mare screamed in unison.   As his
strokes approached ten inches in length  and the penetration by his spectacular
organ was very nearly complete,  Sandy reached down  and  removed  Jim's  erect
penis from the constraint of clothes and, as Jim rolled over on his side, never
taking  his  eyes  off of the main show,  she began her own stroking.   Neither
would Sandy miss a single  stroke  of  the  stallion,   but she assisted Jim in
loosening her slacks so he could gently stroke her clitoris and vagina.

Finally with one magnificent plunge the stallion came  with  a  heart-wrenching
shriek.    The  mare's cry in response echoed in the barn.   That climax halted
both Sandy and Jim.  As the stallion struggled to complete the unloading of his
wad into the mare,  Sandy turned toward Jim with pleading eyes, "Do it with me,
please!" Jim whispered that they must wait until their "hosts" departed or they
would be exposed.  Sandy said she didn't care, but Jim held sway.

They both hoped that the Blob would  be  off to repeat the show with his lovely
young wife, but in more classy surroundings.  But their show was not over.

While the unsuspecting audience was feasting  their  eyes  and  senses  on  the
center ring,  the Blob and his assistant were nonchalantly preparing the second
act.    They  had lead (if that is the appropriate word) a magnificent chestnut
stallion from his stall to the edge of the room to watch the show.  Needless to
say,  he was fit to be tied.   The  lack of a partner did not dissuade him from
sporting his own magnificent tool.   It was  a  lighter  brownish  color,   but
equally  stunning  in  the reflection of the bright lights.   It was easily two
feet if it was an inch.  Its diameter had to be more than three inches.

By now the first stallion was totally  spent  and had backed off of the pleased
mare.   Uncharacteristically,  they both drifted away from  each  other.    The
stallion  was  guided  back  to  his  stall  and  the  mare was lead out of the
building.

Both Jim and Sandy had intended to  resume their attentions to each other,  but
Sandy noticed a curious happening - Blob's wife was removing her clothes!   She
almost cried out loud,  "They're going to do it right  here!"  But  she  caught
herself.

By the time the blonde was stark naked, the second stallion had been lead, with
difficulty, out to the center of the room.  He had a curious saddle attached to
him,   more  like a hammock suspended beneath him.   It clearly took all of the
efforts of the Blob,  his assistant and the photographer to contain or at least
minimize the antics of the excited horse.

Although it was clear that  the  young  girl  had  done this before it was with
justifiable trepidation the girl actually climbed into the harness beneath  the
snorting  and  nervously  shuffling  stallion.    The contrast between the dark
stallion and the creamy white skin of the blonde was starkly evident.

Sandy clung to Jim and choked out the words,  "She can't do it,  he'll tear her
apart."

And after a suitable pause, "Would I were there."  

The stallion had no idea what was going  on.   All he knew is that he wanted to
find a mare.   He snorting and whinnying and anxious prancing  was  reaching  a
dangerous  level.    He  almost  broke the leads held by the three men when the
blonde finally seated herself.  Grasping the horse like she would her lover she
slowly,  but surely,   scooted  towards  the  stallion's awaiting magnificantly
beautiful, shiny brown, imposing penis, now fully erect and poised.

A transformation seemed to overtake the stallion when the blonde made the first
contact.   In utter amazement he stopped in his tracks.   Although there was  a
lack of a mare the unmistakable feeling of something soft and pliable, warm and
welcoming beneath him blew his mind.  But mind or no, Nature took charge.

The  determined  humping  of  his  magnificent haunches began.   In the air his
strokes began as just a few inches long, but as the blonde gathered courage and
confidence in estimating the motions of  the  horse his stabs grew longer,  the
activities started to bear fruit.

The blonde obviously could not stand the inertia of  his  magnificently  strong
thrusts,  so the sling was designed to allowed her to ride with them, she could
float  with  the  strokes  by  relaxing  or  hold herself still against them by
grabbing the horse's underside.

At first the plunges met resistance.   After an amazingly short time;  however,
the resistance lessened,  presumably  the  blonde's juices were flowing freely.
Both Jim and Sandy echoed the blond's muffled cry when the  stallion's  immense
penis finally thrust home.  It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-
inch  stroke  that  did  the  trick.    Sandy  froze  at  the  sight as Jim lay
transfixed.   The blonde  caught  her  breath  by  just  hanging loosely in the
hammock so she could ride with the stallion's wild thrusts.

His frustration at only being able to penetrate a few inches sent the  stallion
into a frenzy.   The only suitable action that would matter was instantly taken
by  the blond.   By grabbing the horses neck in her arms she could hold herself
relatively still beneath  the  agonizingly  splendid  thrusts and by skillfully
riding with them most of the way she allowed  the  magnificent  beast  to  sink
deeper into her moist white flesh.  As the stallion poured his whole being into
each  monstrous  stab,   the blonde slowly and juicily and with obvious relish,
absorbed more and more of the incredible staff.

It was an amazing  and  extraordinary  spectacle  - a lovely,  flawlessly white
blonde,  suspended beneath a magnificent chestnut stallion with a foot of shiny
black pulsing penis still trying with growing  effectiveness  to  find  a  safe
haven.

It was not to be.   The blonde could stand no more.  During one hump she caught
hold of the horses underside for dear life.   By being anchored firmly now, the
flailing  thrusts  of  the  stallion  were returned with delicious,  lubricated
sliding of his gorgeous black penis  in  the creamy pink vagina.   Although the
blond's delicate pink clitoris was waiving in  the  breeze  of  the  stallion's
motions, she did not seem concerned or disappointed.

Throughout  all of this Jim and Sandy were silent and motionless.   Inherently,
they knew nothing they could do could match this wonderful display.

The sensuous groans of  the  blonde  and  high  pitched screams of the stallion
blended into a crescendo when the horse climaxed in ecstasy.   The final  drive
by  the stallion was not anticipated by the blond,  but her actions did nothing
to discourage it.   An "Oh,  God,  it's done!" was all that could be discerned.
Her arms,  totally intent on holding her lover close,  were released and spread
wide in the air following her orgasm.    As the stallion grunted to extract the
last drop of semen, the blonde fell limp in the harness.

The three men rushed to extract the lovely young lady from her "bed".  When she
was free they just let her collapse in a heap next to them.   The Blob and  his
photographer-buddy wandered indifferently (!) off towards the exit.

The assistant grabbed the stallion's lead to escort him back to his stall and a
well deserved rest, but the horse would have none of that.   He jerked the lead
away from the unweary man and turned toward the inert girl.  Resplendent in his
dark brown coat, shiny from sweat, with his still magnificent, but spent, penis
nearly dragging the ground he nuzzled the girl until she regained her senses.

To the utter amazement of all present, he planting what was unmistakably a kiss
on  her  beautiful upturned face.   His soft muzzle then passed slowly down her
beautiful body,  his touch,  a  gentle,   warm,  moist breath.   He expelled an
unmistakable sigh when he reached her moist,  to overflowing vagina.   Fighting
the urgent tug of the assistant,  he planted a long  warm  nuzzle  between  the
young  girls  legs,   raised  his huge head,  shaking off the befuddled man and
pranced off as happy as any teenager you have seen.

With desecrating  blasphemes  the  men  quickly  grabbed  the  girl and cruelly
dragged her naked out of the barn.   All was quiet in the building then,   save
for the gentle rustling of hay in the loft mixed with the impassioned breathing
of Jim and Sandy following the lead of the previous couple.

Although  Jim  was no match for the stallion,  Sandy did not seem disappointed.
Her slacks were off in a jiffy  as  Jim fumbled with his.   No light was needed
for Sandy to find  an  awaiting  penis  of  acceptable  proportions  ready  and
willing.    With  the foreplay firmly and delightfully provided by the previous
two-some  no  preliminaries  were   needed.     Sandy's  beckoning  vagina  was
deliciously wet.

She quickly grasped the poised,  pulsing penis and guided its delightfully warm
and soft,  but firm,  head into her.   Jim rose to the task.   With gentle, but
resolute,  strokes he made his way into the warm,  dark,  moist cavern of  joy.
When  Sandy  had  determined  that he could fend for himself,  she returned her
hands to the task of holding Jim  close.   Her lovely long legs wound their way
around  Jim  and  helped  set  the  pace  of  Jim's  stroking.    With  a   few
well-controlled thrusts Jim entered fully the sacred Grotto of Love.   While he
tenderly,  but dogged,  stroked in deeper,  out reluctantly,  Sandy tighten and
relaxed her grip on his pelvis with her legs.

When  the  pace  became  determined Sandy opened her eyes and whispered to him,
"Jim, it is not quite the same, but you'll do."

Jim smiled and replied, "But you aren't blonde, either."  

As both mouths open simultaneously  for  a laugh,  they both climaxed together.
Feverish groans and grunts were mixed with strange sounds like laughter.    His
semen gushed forth into Sandy and ran down into the hay.  It was good.

They lay spent in each other's arms.   It was easily fifteen minutes before the
realization that hay is very painful to lie on when naked finally dawned.

Jim rose first.   As he extended his arms to Sandy to raise her,  he paused and
said, "Wait, Sandy."

He  lowered  her gently down again and knelt down to her.   Tenderly taking her
face in his hands he kissed her.    He  then  laid her head back on the hay and
passed his lips down her delicious body breathing a warm,  moist touch on  her.
He paused near her passionately wet vagina and nuzzled her.

After  a  delicious  few  moments  he  stood and raised her to him for one last
passionate kiss.

After dressing they descended from the  loft.    In the darkness as they passed
one of the stall,  a stirring gave them pause.   The unmistakable head  of  the
chestnut  stallion  was  outlined  in  the  moon-lit  window.    Jim  and Sandy
instinctively reached  for  each  other.    The  horse  quietly  whinnied in an
approving way and nodded his head in  appreciation.    Jim  and  Sandy  smiled,
nodded  acknowledgement together and snuggled closer to each other.   They left
the barn having learned much.

Let us hope that you, the reading audience, have learned something also.

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