Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an110593@anon.penet.fi
Subject: John And The Stud Horse (M, horse)
Date: Sat, 6 Aug 1994 04:31:39 UTC

		       John And The Stud Horse
				  by
			       Palomino

	It was late evening and the deep red sun set slowly on the
horizon leaving behind the welcome coolness that only a mid-summers
night could bring. John had been wandering about his neighbour's stud
farm because he was sweating like a pig and needed a long walk to cool
down. He had settled on a strong wooden fence of one of the enclosures
for the horses. John had a little knowledge of horses as he had ridden
when he was younger with his sister, who had now gone onto to be a
riding instructor herself.

	He had been watching the horses wander slowly up and down the
field munching on the fresh green pasture. Much to his amusement a
stallion (it could have been a gelding - but on a stud farm? He
doubted it) had dropped down his large equine penis and let fly with a
warm, yellow gush of urine which sounded just like a garden tap being
turned onto its fullest. He watched as the horse twitched his two feet
long donger to squeeze the last of the piss out and then it went
floppy and slowly retreated back into its shelter.

	John had snapped out of his daydream, surprised to find that
in his own pants he had a stonking hard-on which was bulging on the
front of his tightish jeans. It felt uncomfortable and he had to undo
the top three or four buttons and let his hard tool pop out from his
pants. He took hold of it and squeezed, unsure of why he was, and felt
the all too familiar feeling deep inside his ball bag. He found that
he was becoming horny.

	John knew what the wife would say, `Not tonight, it's my time
of the month', or, `I'm not in the mood'. A thought flashed through
his head, a quick picture of himself with his knob inside a warm
snatch - but it wasn't human, the image showed him with his throbbing
cock, and deep inside a hole with hair round it. But, again, this hole
didn't have curly hair. It suddenly clicked inside his head what it
was - it was the very horse he had just been watching.

	He shuddered - momentarily disgusted with himself at this vile
thought. But, his mind played on the image - and the more he thought
about it the less he could find wrong with it. It was a hole just like
any other - he had taken Melissa (his wife) many times up the arse, or
at least, when they were younger and enjoyed sex almost every day. He
looked around, and not unexpectedly discovered no-one watching him
standing by a field of horses with his erect penis in his hand. It was
doubtful whether anyone would be around at this time in the evening -
the onset of evening had begun and the sky was getting darker and
little voice inside John's head said, `What the hell... '.

	He slid through the two slats in the fence and walked slowly
toward the horse. The horse raised his head so that he could fully see
John, still chomping a handful of grass. As John got closer he held
out a hand to the horse and walked slower. The horse lowered his head
and began to plod toward John, John stood still as the horse came
closer and stopped just short of John. He sniffed at John's out-
stretched hand and snatched with his lips as if to grab a treat from
John's hand.

	Then he snorted and went lower, breathing heavily at John's
rock-hard piece. He snorted once... twice and then with his big horse
tongue ran it along John's length, it soft surface enfolding John's
entire prick and almost sucking at it.

	John closed his eyes as the feeling he loved shot up through
him and hit his brain, a small amount of pre-cum erupted from the slit
in his knob and splatted on the horse's tongue which then disappeared
back into the horse's mouth. The horse placed its mouth around John's
tool and nearly bit it before John realised that the horse thought his
dick was a snack.

	Instead of pushing the horse away, John simply stuck a few
finger in the horse's mouth and applied a little pressure as if
telling the horse not to bite. It didn't and instead clamped it soft
lips around almost the base of his cock, and,and began to expertly
massage his love-weapon with him malleable lips and shuffling his
tongue underneath.

	John placed his hand to just behind the horse's cheek bone and
began to scratch the horse. The horse closed his eyes as they both
stood there enjoying their mutual bliss. It wasn't too long before
this almost perfectly, combined blow-job aroused John to the peak of
orgasm. His legs began to spasm and he sort of quivered on his legs
and pushed all of his long cock, and into the horse's mouth.

	The horse opened its eyes just in time for John to shoot his
first load - it splashed against the back of the horse's throat and
onto the top of his mouth. As it dribbled down the horse instinctively
swallowed. As the horse's tongue and roof of his mouth met to swallow
it created a sucking action on John's piece and he shot forth a fresh
load of warm semen. A few more jets and he was finished, his cock, and
fell limply from the horse's mouth - who didn't seem to excited about
what had happened but had obviously enjoyed the taste of the liquid
that he had just taken. John just stood panting, patting and stroking
the horse's neck.

	He looked down and noticed a quick flash of pink from under
the horse's stomach, he bent down to investigate. It appeared that the
horse had obviously figured out what was going on or had somehow
thought that the cum smell from John was a ripe mare. Underneath the
horse was a good two or three feet of semi-hard horse flesh. John
thought that it was time to repay the favour.

	He knew that although he enjoyed a finger up his butt-hole
while he was pounding Melissa, there was no way on Earth he would be
able to accommodate even a fraction of the horse's tool. So it had to
be a hand job or a blow job.

	John didn't know which the horse would enjoy more so he
decided to do both. He got onto his knees and placed a hand around the
thick piece of horse flesh and pulled at it. It twitched slightly in
his hand and he felt it beginning to firm up in his hand. He put his
other hand around the cock, and slightly nearer the base; the horse
flinched and John guessed that his rough hands were too rough for the
horse's sensitive penis. So he scraped some of the smeared cum on his
piece onto his hands and spread it around as best he could.

	It helped a little but it was still a bit uncomfortable for
the stallion, he tickled the end on the horse cock, and with his
tongue and wanked gently with his hands. He felt the knob begin to
quiver slightly and he pulled his head back, a small jet of pre-cum
splashed across his face and then ceased. He scraped it off and used
it to lubricate his hands more, by now they were quite slick so he
grab hold of the horse's tool and put as much as he could into his
mouth and he began to masturbate the equine as hard as he could. He
hands sliding up and down the pink shaft and his tongue flicking
across the tip of the prick.

	The horse began to heavy breathe and had a rough sound to it,
he kept looking back as his flanks and the human making out on his big
chopper. The horse shuffled his hind legs and the enormous penis in
John's mouth began to shake and twitch. One final yank with John's
hands and the horse thrust his rear-end forwards violently, another 4
inches of horse meat disappeared into John's mouth and he gagged.

	Just as he did a massive jet of horse cum spurted out of the
end of the horse's piece and directly into John's throat, it slid down
as another squirt burst into John's mouth. He couldn't breathe and had
to pull his head back to catch a breath, just as the cock, and dropped
from his mouth yet another jet flew from the horse flesh and literally
soaked John's face. It dribbled off his nose to the ground as jet
after jet crashed across his face, the piece of horse meat, flailing
wildly and banging against his face as the horse had an orgasm.

	Suddenly it all ended and a small amount of horse semen
dribbled out of his slit and stretched to the ground, it was all over.
John was amazed at the amount of horse jizm that was now on his face
and on the floor, there was at least enough to fill a cup. The horse
prick went limp and dangled proudly between the horse's legs. John
clasped his hand around the pole and squeezed it to get the semen on
the surface off, a little amount emerged the horse knob and fell to
the ground.

	John sat underneath the horse as its giant shaft slowly shrunk
and disappeared back into the sheath. He still had a rock hard boner
and still felt as horny as hell. He still hadn't fulfilled the image.
So he got out from under the horse and round to its rear-end, not
letting his hand fall from its side so it would not spook as he moved
around it. He reached its rear-end cautiously and his rubbed his hand
along its flanks. Its strong muscular rump just made him all the more
excited. He slid his hand down the inside of its hind-leg as one might
do when feeling up a sexy girl. His hand brushed past its silken ball
bag and the horse shuffled. It was like two tennis balls covered in a
layer of soft velvet, and they slid around in the horse's sack as
though they were greased.

	John turned his attention to the horse's arsehole, he lifted
the horse's tail out of the way - the soft hair brushing across his
legs and wrapping across his still-firm cock, and. He looked at the
hole, it wasn't dirty, covered in strange funky stuff or pieces
cling-on horse shit but was quite clean, much to his surprise. He
could instantly tell that the horse's orifice was too high for him to
reach and that he would need something to stand on to reach the hole.

	He scanned the area around him for anything that would fit the
bill - not far away was a section of a cut-up tree stump, it didn't
look too heavy. As he left the horse he told it to stay where it was,
as though it would understand. He got the stump and put it down just
behind the horse's hind legs, panting wildly as he did - it was
heavier than it looked! He reached under the horse's rear-end and
shuffled the big horse balls, the horse shuffled his legs and
immediately the good two and a half feet of horse flesh became hard
and rubber on the horse's stomach.

	John stepped up onto the stump and pushed the horse's tail to
one side again, his knob was still fairly slick so that wasn't a
problem. Although, John couldn't deny a certain amount of apprehension
as he didn't fancy having his chest kicked in by this horse. He slowly
ran his finger around the horse's ring, it was soft - like an enormous
pair of pouting lips.

	It began to `wink' slowly opening and closing, the smell was
none too pleasant but John was too fascinated by the opening that was,
almost, throbbing. He slipped a finger in, the entrance began to close
and open on his finger, sucking at it. It felt lovely, better than any
finger suck a girl could have done. His knob twitched and began to
throbbing. He took hold of his own penis and ran the head of it around
the horse's arse-ring and pushed at the opening.

	At first the hole closed up and he couldn't penetrate the
horse but slowly it opened and he slipped the tip of his prick into
the warm hole. He stopped when his entire helmet had cleared the
entrance and then, suddenly, the hole tensed up, putting pressure on
the lip of his helmet. A great feeling exploded in Johns head and he
shot forward jamming his entire length into the horse's arsehole, it
began to pulsate faster, tensing and relaxing rapidly.

	John couldn't imagine a feeling better than this and grabbed
hold of the horse's big rump - and began pumping his member into the
horse with all his might. It slid in and out perfectly. Combined with
the added stimulation from the horse he reached orgasm in under a
minute. He loved it, he wished he could just curl up and push his
whole body in this lush, warm hole.

	He began to spew his cream into the horse's arse, he pushed
his whole length in and yelled with ecstasy. John pulled out and shot
three big jets of human cum all across the horse's rump, arse-ring and
on his tail. It all ended and he stopped - but John just didn't want
to give up and tried to stick his already deflating cock back into the
horse's nether hole but it was no good - his tool was all spent up.

	John rubbed his hand across the muscular rump of the horse and
stepped down, his balls ached from the over-use. He pushed his
comparatively small penis back into his trousers and walked to the
horses side. He bent down and pulled the limp horse dick to his lips
and he `tongued' the end of it and turned to leave - this had definite
possibilities, oh yes, definitely...