Hot for horses

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Arabelle had, for a long time, been fantasizing about fucking with a stallion.

Often times, when she was getting well fucked by the Irish wolfhound, sheclosed her eyes and pretended that the dog was a horse. She had been fucking dogs for so long now that it no longer seemed depraved or perverse to the lusty redhead and, without the thrill of degradation, dog-fucking had lost a great deal of its charm. But since she had never fucked a horse, she figured that – for the first few times, at least – she would experience the thrill of depravity that added so greatly to the physical sensations of her sex life.

She did wonder, however, what animal might next figure in her fantasies. Once she did get fucked by a stallion, and started to think of that as normal, she realized that she was going to have to stretch her lively imagination and her cunt in order to find new thrills. A bull, maybe? Or a buffalo, an elk, a moose? The girl had to smile wryly, with a touch of shame, as she imagined herself getting fucked by a rhinoceros and pretending it was a unicorn! Arabelle was not smiling now, however.

Her face was taut with passion – and her ass was bobbing up and down on the saddle as she rode the sturdy stallion away from the stables, heading into the misty hills.

She had wasted no time.

As soon as she arrived at the academy, and was shown to her room, she had made it known to the riding master that she was a fully qualified horsewoman, capable of handling any horse and not requiring accompaniment by a member of the staff when she rode. Then she had gone to the stables and studied the wide selection of riding stock, dismissing the mares and the geldings out of hand, of course. She finally selected a fine black stallion with a great deal of Arabian blood in his ancestry and a great deal of cock and balls between his legs.

The stallion was six years old, rather too young for a riding hack that had not been gelded, but reputedly of a docile nature. The brute had a flowing mane that rippled like the wings of a raven in flight, a long and luxurious tail like fluid ebony and wide, sturdy hindquarters and powerful shoulders. He also had an intelligent look in his eyes. Did the stallion know what she had in mind, as he turned those eyes upon her, and gently nickered? Arabelle would have liked to ride him bareback and feel those surging muscles move directly under her crotch. But she deemed it wise to have him saddled so that the staff did not become suspicious – for although she had grown casual about fucking her dog, which had begun to seem quite normal to her, the horny divorcee would have been mortified if anyone had guessed that she yearned to fuck a horse.

The academy was situated in gently rolling hills and pine forest, with plenty of secluded glens where a girl could have the privacy that she needed for her purposes.

Wearing jodhpurs and a hacking jcket, black shiny boots and a black riding cap, Arabelle rode out. She posted at the trot, rising and dipping in the saddle, while still in sight of the academy, but as soon as she was hidden in the contours of the low hills, she stopped using that gait and sat firmly in the arch of the saddle. She removed her boots from the stirrups and wrapped her long, muscular legs around the horse, knees and thighs gripping and her feet tucked in under his loins, massaging his prick.

She was delighted to feel that massive hunk of horse-cock begin to respond, hardening and swelling between her feet.

Out came the stallion's prick.

And out – and out! As the horny horsewoman felt that massive horse-prick continue to expand and harden, she began to tremble with wild anticipation – and also with the dread that his cock would prove too huge for her cunt.

She tilted in the saddle and looked under her mount, grasping as she saw his beautiful cock. His balls were swollen between his hind legs and his prick had extended out along his belly, the cocktip reaching to his powerful chest.

The head of the horse's cock was dark gray as it squeezed out from the jet-black sheath, and the cleft in that gray slab was parted and already starting to bubble with cum.

Her pussy started to flood at the sight and her tongue began to tingle at such a mouthwatering sight.

Clamping her heels and insteps against the horse's cock, the woman began to stroke his prick up and down as she shifted in the saddle, massaging his prick between her boots so that, by the time they had reached a suitable spot to stop and linger, the stallion's cock was fully erect and as hard as a pillar of stone.

Arabelle dismounted in a shady glade, with a swift stream gurgling past and a fallen tree trunk providing a platform that looked useful for her purposes. She dropped the reins.

The horse, well trained, stood where he was, but even had he not been well trained, an animal with a hard-on was not about to bolt from such an opportunity. He stood, slightly lathered from the run, watching her with shining eyes.

Arabelle began to take her clothing off. She piled the riding clothes neatly on the grass. After she had removed her riding pants, she put her boots back on. Somehow, it seemed only proper that when a woman was getting fucked by a horse, she should be wearing boots.

The horse whinnied softly, hopefully. Arabelle stroked his muzzle and finely arched neck.

Then she knelt down beside the horse. The heat from his swollen cock wafted out from under him, as if she had been looking into an open furnace. She watched the huge slab of his cock-knob flare and throb. She reached under with one hand, palm up, and hefted his bloated balls, thinking about the vast abundance of hot horse-cum that those mighty balls must hold. Then she fingered his dark-gray cockhead. It was like a lump of iron sheathed in rubber, smooth and slippery and hot. From the parted cleft, a trickle of frothy slime bubbled out. The huge prick pulsed like a pump. Arabelle began to drool. She intended to fuck the stallion, if she could manage it, not to suck his cock – but as she stared at his delicious-looking prick, she simply had to have a taste of horse-cock. She sat down, her bare ass in the grass and her knees raised, squirming under the animal.

The horse trembled and pawed the earth with one hoof. Arabelle's flushed face was direclty in front of the head of his prick, only inches from it. She blew on the meaty slab and watched it pulse. She could look right into the parted cleft and see milky spunk gathered up just inside it. She took his cock between her hands, not quite able to span the cockshaft where she gripped it, just behind the bloated knob. She stroked his prick up and down slowly, watching his cockhead flare as she jacked off the horse.

She moaned with hunger.

Her hot tongue pushed out and she took a lick, gathering up a mass of slime from the horse's steaming cock meat. She savored the slippery spunk on her taste buds and whimpered with pure pleasure. She licked again, then began to tongue the beast's cockhead thoroughly, laving and lapping all over the massive slab of dark-grey prickmeat. She pushed her tongue right into his cleft, stabbing in and out.

The horse had begun to quiver violently.

He humped, pushing his cockhead into her face.

Arabelle opened her mouth as wide as she could, her lower jaw dropping almost to her breastbone, but to her frustration, she could not fit that gigantic hunk of cockhead into her mouth.

Again, she worried that the horse-cock might not fit up her cunt.

But for the moment, the randy woman was so enjoying tonguing the tasty horse-prick that she was in no hurry to try fucking the stallion. Her wide-open lips sucked and her nimble tongue laved. A stream of pre-cum ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. Another hot flow poured into her mouth and down her gullet. The stuff was so delicious that Arabelle decided she wanted more – that she wanted to drink the stallion's cum-load when he shot – the first time.

If that massive prick would not fit up her cunt, at least she would have the pleasure of swallowing his cum.

Holding her open mouth clamped to the cleft of his cockhead, she began frigging his stalk up and down between her hands. The meaty wedge flared in her face. The horse's haunches moved, rippling, as he fucked through her moving hands, his prick-knob bumping gently against her mouth. Her hands skimmed faster as she yearned for his hot cum-load. Her lips were almost turned inside out as she mouthed as much of that mighty cockhead as she could, while her tongue slurped on the dripping cocktip.

The horse snorted and stamped.

Arabelle felt his cock swell between her hands as the thick cum came rushing up it.

She whimpered with joy, waiting for the load of horse-cum.

Then the stallion shot his wad in a tidal wave, the thick cum spurting into Arabelle's mouth with such force that her head was tilted back as the milky geyser hosed her throat. She swallowed, gulping jism down, and forced her head back onto his cock-knob as his second spurt of cum burst out.

The horse emptied his cock and balls in half a dozen mighty spurts, and the horny horsewoman swallowed his jizz down with glee.

When the stallion finally stopped coming, she used her nimble tongue to gather up the residue of cum from his prick-knob and from her chin. She cupped her tits and lifted them to her face, lapping up thick drops of the stuff from her smooth tit mounds. Then she tongued his tasty cockhead again, polishing it to a luster, replacing his spunk with her saliva. She had adored drinking the stallion's cum. Now she longed to have her cunt full of the precious stuff.

And the mighty stallion's prick was still rock hard.

It was time for the hot redhead to get fucked by a stallion…