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From: an73477@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 19 Feb 1994 09:10:58 UTC
Subject: Samantha and Thunder (female, horse, best)

Permission granted to reproduce this story in any manner on any
medium, so long as it is unchanged and my pen-name is attached.
Copyright 1994 by The Bluesmaster.

			 Samantha And Thunder
				  by
			   The Bluesmaster
			      Chapter I

	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 led up to the breeding stand by Samantha Bower, whose
father helped him settle into place. The mare snorted as the large
dick penetrated her vagina, and the stallion began to thrust in and
out. He was a magnificent creature, 4 years old, strong, 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.

	Sam 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 murky green eyes. Her body was trim and
strong from sports and doing her part of the chores on her family's
horse farm, with long legs and firm, medium-sized breasts that were
topped with pert pink nipples.

	Normally this job did not bother her. 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.

	But this time was different for Sam. Today, the sight of the
large 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 though of being aroused by horses fucking, she
hurried back to the house to clean up for dinner, leaving her father
to finish things up.

	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 and 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 type of men,
black, white, Arabic, anything but what she had dreamed.

	But her mind kept conjuring images of Thunder, sweating and
blowing as he completed his gallop, and the immense 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 strongly on her fingers until her juices were gone.

	After her breathing slowed to normal, Sam 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 plainly visible.

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

			      Chapter II

	Sam managed to go several days without thinking much about the
horses in a sexual manner. She was rather relieved. She wasn't really
a sicko then, she had just had a fantasy.

	But if it was just a fantasy that she would never follow
through on, then thinking about it wouldn't hurt, right? Right. And
she would soon forget about it.

	But fate had other plans for Samantha. As a flowering
teenager, she was often horny. And she still didn't 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 wasn't going to just jump in the sack with some
guy 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 got 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 just
wasn't getting the job done. It brought temporary relief, but couldn't
make a dent in her overall agitation.

	Something had to give.

	One night in late April, something finally did.

	It was one of those mammoth spring thunderstorms. Wind and
rain lashed at the Bower household, and thunder crashed loudly in
response to the streaks of lighting that momentarily made the night
like day. Earlier, and before the storm, no less than three mares had
gone into heat, and Sam 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 great
cocks. She couldn't even make herself come, and she cried in
frustration.

	Finally, the charged atmosphere and her own 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 simply ran across
the wet grass and sodden earth to the stallion barn. Her raven hair
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. Sam 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 Sam shivered
again as she felt his hot breath on her back, this time from pleasure.
She began to slowly press her pubis against his foreleg.

	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 own inner
heat, despite the droplets of rain still dripping off her hair.
Thunder remained still, his equine brain puzzled by this odd human
behavior, but finding the stroking pleasant.

	Sam 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 nice, but
Sam wanted something more, and whatever moral qualms she had felt
before had vanished in a red sexual haze. Her trembly 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 own inner juices. The young girl stroked her way down
the horse's barrel from his neck, stooping near his hindquarters and
kneeling down to examine his flaccid penis. Swallowing hard, she
reached out her hand to stroke it. The shaft in its protective sheath
was soft and warm. Thunder shivered a bit at the unexpected touch but
remained quiet. With her other hand, Sam inserted one finger, then a
second, into her pussy. Outside, the storm continued to howl, covering
all sound inside the barn with its rain and thunder.

	Slowly, the great shaft began to fill with blood and expand.
Samantha's mouth grew dry as it approached its full length. She knew
that the only way she could get any relief was to take the mammoth
penis inside of her. To fuck it until she came. She added a third
finger and twitched as her thumb brushed her clitoris. The horse
snorted and stamped a little as the stimulation continued.

	Sam worked the three fingers in her wet vagina, moistening it
and loosening it up to accept the powerful dick throbbing in her other
hand. After a time, she eased a fourth finger in, and a low
anticipatory moan escaped her ruddy lips. It was almost time.

	She glanced around, and then leapt up, breasts bobbing
slightly, to seize some saddle cinches that were nearby. She tossed
them around Thunder's belly, setting them in the last notch, leaving
them loose at the bottom.

	After a moment's thought, she slipped a rope around the
beast's neck and secured it to a nearby cleat. Then she knelt down,
and, still stroking, moved under the stallion. Gripping one cinch, she
eased her legs though the other, and settled the backs of her knees on
the wide leather.

	Then she placed her upper body through the other cinch,
setting it just below her shoulder blades. Thus supported, she could
move up and down on the giant penis by working her pelvis up and down
with her thighs and lower back. Her knees and lower thighs pressed
against Thunder's stomach, and her breasts and arms did as well. She
could also press her face into his chest by relaxing her angle
slightly, and Sam did just that after shaking her still-moist hair out
of the way so it could hang down freely.

	The horse-cock lay heavily on her stomach, drooling pre-cum.
Sam was drooling too, the fluids from her pussy dripping down the
crack of her tight ass. The blood pounded in her temples and she
licked her lips, knowing it was now or never.

	Adjusting the angle of her body, she reached down with one
hand and took hold of the giant prick just below the head, and placed
it at the opening of her moist and open sex. Slowly, very slowly, she
began to press herself upward and onto Thunder's cock. The young girl
gasped as the head slipped suddenly into her lithe and trembling body.
Thunder snorted again.

	God! It was so big! And so hot! She swallowed hard, and beads
of sweat began to break out over her skin. Samantha waited, letting
her slick pussy adjust to the unaccustomed size of the fleshy invader.

	After a time, she began to press upwards again, forcing the
big prick deeper and deeper inside her. The pleasure was excruciating,
but eventually she came to a halt with a gasp, knowing she could take
no more horse-cock without pain to herself. Slowly, oh so slowly, she
began to rock herself back and forth, up and down the mighty prick.
Samantha had never felt so incredibly full, so amazingly satisfied.

	She drowned in sensations. His chest hairs tickled her nipples
and thighs and clit, his animal smell invaded her nostrils, and of
course, his monstrous cock moved deeply in her pussy. Sam began to
move faster as her vagina grew more and more able to handle Thunder's
bulk. The powerful horse began to tremble and jerk his hips slightly
as Sam's tight pussy massaged his dick.

	It was amazing. She rotated her hips and suddenly had a small
orgasm as her clit scraped against the stallion's belly. She cried out
in surprise at the sharp jolt of pleasure. Sam continued on, sweat
beginning to pour off her body, biting her lips as another orgasm took
her, and then another.

	Her green eyes teared from the wonderful feelings coursing
through her, and she pressed her face strongly into Thunder's chest,
hips moving madly despite the strain beginning to grow in her arms and
thighs. The stallion's and her own lubricating juices poured out into
her thighs and between her ass-cheeks, even up along her backbone
before dripping off into the straw below. Her nipples felt raw and
swollen from rubbing below the horse's body, contributing to the sweet
sensations pounding out from her hot cunt. Strands of coal-black hair,
now wet from her sweat instead of rain, stuck to her face in wild
disarray.

	She felt another orgasm building, and she instinctively knew
that this would be the big one, the explosion she had been so
desperately seeking for all these weeks, that one that would finally
burn out her unspeakable cravings and satisfy her needs.

	Grunting and straining with effort and pleasure, Samantha
drove herself even deeper onto the horse-cock, and tilted her pubis
upwards to maintain constant contact between her clit and Thunder's
hairy stomach. The leather straps were slippery with her perspiration
now, and harder to hang on to. Her heart was pounding, and she knew it
was time.

	Despite her expecting it, Sam was caught unprepared for the
intensity of the climax that overtook her. Her entire lower body
tensed up, and her pussy gushed forth more tasty cream. She shivered,
shook, and screamed from the force of her release as it burned through
her trim form, rattling her teeth and temporarily overwhelming all
conscious thought. The roar of an outside thunderbolt obliterated
every other part of her universe except her spasming vagina.

	Finally, she shuddered to a halt, her clit too sensitive to
take anymore.

	Utterly drained, Samantha slipped slowly off the leather
cinches and down to the floor, gasping again as Thunder's cock pulled
free of her now gaping and swollen pussy. She lay there for several
moments, breathing hard, her brain trying to reorient itself.

	Once again becoming aware of her surroundings, Sam could hear
Thunder blowing and stamping, agitated. She knew at once what was
wrong. She had come, and come wonderfully, but HE had not. She had to
repay her debt. Sitting up slowly, she reached out and once again took
the great cock in her hand. It was shiny with his and her own juices,
and as she worked it Sam was taken by the desire to suck...

	She eased closer and smelled of the great penis. It was strong
but not unpleasant. She took her left hand and touched her fingers to
the drooling cock-tip and brought them to her mouth. The taste was
strong but sweet, and she took her fingers in deeply and cleaned them
thoroughly.

	Then she applied her mouth and tongue to the beast, gingerly
at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm. Sam could taste her own
juices in addition to Thunder's and that turned her on even more. With
an effort she even managed to get the massive head of his dick into
her mouth, while continuing to stroke along its length with her hands.

	Thunder tensed and whinnied at the unusual strength of the
pleasure he felt, and with a jolt began to come. The sperm raced up
the length of his cock and shot into Sam's mouth, instantly filling it
to overflowing. She pulled back in surprise, sputtering, but continued
stroking the dick in front of her. The next jolt caught her in the
cheek, spattering her face and hair.

	As she shook her head two more spurts blasted out and caught
her full in the face, covering her from eyebrows to chin, and dripping
down towards her apple-like breasts, leaving streaks of white in her
black hair. Several more spurts, beginning to weaken in intensity,
spewed forth and covered her breasts, soaking the pink nipples in
horse come and dripping down her sweaty torso towards her still-
sensitive pussy. Strings of sperm dripped from her nose and chin, and
her mouth and lips were swimming in the juice. One strand was hooked
into her right eyelash from her cheekbone. There was even come on her
hands and running down her arms.

	Thunder blew and stamped in pleasure, his orgasm finally
coming to a shuddering halt. Samantha collapsed to the side, covered
and dripping with milky horse-semen. She gathered up bits of it to
drink, swallowing and savoring the bittersweet taste. A quick stroking
of jizm-slick fingers across her swollen clit brought on another small
orgasm, and her legs jerked in the straw.

	After some time, her heartbeat slowed to something approaching
normalcy, and she rolled to the side and sat up against the wooden
walls of the stall. Sam gazed down at herself, taking in her sweat and
slime-soaked body, with bits of dirt and straw sticking to her flushed
skin. Sam thought she looked positively obscene, and was pleased by
that situation. Outside, the storm had faded to a gentle shower, the
thunder rolling now quietly in the distance.

	Resting in a sexual languor, her mind came to grips with what
she had done. She had fucked a horse, and then sucked its cock until
it had exploded its come in her face and mouth. And she had
experienced the most powerful orgasms of her young life. And she
didn't feel like a sicko or pervert. Certainly Thunder had enjoyed it.
He knickered slightly and shook his head in her direction.

	Samantha stood up and untied him from the cleat, speaking
soothingly and stroking his powerful muscles. "Maybe we'll do this
again," she whispered. She then gathered up her t-shirt and panties
and headed out into the rain to wash off.

	As she did so, she reflected that there were a half-dozen
other stallions left in the barn. Perhaps she wouldn't be needing a
boyfriend for a while.

			       The End