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From: an53976@anon.penet.fi (Dr. Doolittle)
Date: Tue, 4 Jan 1994 07:08:18 UTC
Subject: Stud Service: (F M horse)

			    Stud Service
			       Part One

	It was a crisp, bright January morning as Susie Hansen
steadily pedaled her bicycle up the two-lane road on her way to work.
Most girls her age drove to where they wanted to go, but Susie enjoyed
experiencing the scenery at a pace that was unhurried. She passed many
family-owned farms and never missed looking for the horses that some
of them kept in pasture. She would much rather be riding a horse to
work! However, even though she lived in a small town, machinery had
managed to push horses out of service in all but the most die-hard of
farms.

	Also, Susie still couldn't afford to take care of a horse on
the wages she was making waiting tables. She just *had* to get a
better job!

	As she pedaled on she dreamed of having a farm of her own
where she could raise horses. In the same thought, Susie couldn't help
thinking that her dream may never come to pass. Her family couldn't
afford to send her to college, and she just couldn't accept her
mother's urgings to marry this or that young man and settle down.
Susie didn't want to "settle down" as she had seen so many of her high
school friends do. Most of them settled for the first eligible
bachelor to cross their path, and were busy having babies and not much
else. Susie liked children. However, her idea of a happy marriage
included a husband who loved horses as much as she did. "Someday,"
Susie told herself.

	As she got about two miles from her house, she regretted not
using the bathroom before setting off for work. Looking around, she
saw a large clump of bushes next to a small pasture that blocked the
view of the road. Quickly pulling her bicycle out of sight, she
crouched in the bushes and began to relieve herself. In the distance
she saw a horse that she had missed before pulling in. The horse,
however, had not missed her pulling into his domain. He made his way
curiously over towards her and slowed down as he neared. Susie was a
bit at a loss as to what to do when the horse finally made it to the
fence. Susie hadn't finished urinating yet as the horse put its head
curiously over the top rail of the fence. From her vantage point it
was quite evident that the horse was a stallion.

	She had seen many stallions before. However, never when she
was in quite so compromising a position. She couldn't believe she was
taking a leak next to a stallion whose nose was just a few feet from
her. The fact that she was urinating did not escape the stallion's
notice either. It was early January, and the breeding season had not
started yet. Steam rose from her pussy and the slowly growing pool of
urine. Being a stallion, he inhaled deeply and recognized a somewhat
familiar scent.

	As he raised his head and curled his upper lip up in the
flehmen response, Susie couldn't believe that this stallion was
treating her as if she might be a mare. The stallion's penis had
already dropped a good way out of his sheath and he took another look
at her over the fence. A low nicker came from deep in his throat as he
looked at her. To Susie it sounded sort of like "Huh, huh. Huh, huh,
huh." Susie imagined that in horse language it probably meant
something like "Hey, baby! How's about you an' me... *wink*, *wink*."

	By this time the stallion was fully drawn and began slapping
his penis against his belly. With every slap, the glans of his penis
would flare up larger and larger. "Amazing," thought Susie. "Imagine
the lucky mare that gets to receive that on a regular basis!" He was
fully at least eighteen inches long and more than three inches in
diameter. What was most impressive was the way his glans swelled up to
over six inches across.

	At this vantage point, Susie could easily see his urethral
process protruding about a half an inch from his glans, surrounded by
a large channel, the "Urethral diverticulum", as she remembered it
being called. The stallion's masturbation had begun to have an effect.
Susie could see a bit of clear fluid glistening on the tip of his
urethra. The stallion was getting into it pretty good now and every so
often a small jet of fluid would squirt out of the tip of his cock,
not quite reaching his front legs.

	Susie wished she could help him out with his masturbation and
then realized where she was. "Oh, no!" Susie exclaimed. "I've got to
get to work!" And with that, she quickly stood up and zipped up her
pants. The stallion perked up his ears and gave her some more of his
"Huh, huh." solicitations as she prepared to leave. She glanced over
at him and his throbbing member and wished she didn't have to leave.
Walking over to him, she bravely gave him a quick pat.

	As an after thought, she reached her hand down her pants and
gave her pussy a quick fingering. She held her hand out to the
stallion and let him have a quick sniff. The stallion responded by
giving her hand a quick lick followed by more anxious nickering.

	"What am I doing?" thought Susie. "I just stuck my hand under
a perfectly strange stallion's nose! If I'm not more careful, I may be
counting my fingers next time."

	As she walked towards her bicycle, Susie promised herself that
she would have to stop by this pasture again if she felt the call of
nature - or even if she didn't. The stallion looked back at her
questioningly as she mounted her bicycle, his erection diminishing.
Susie couldn't help thinking that she was getting close to her period
and had just had a stallion tell her he knew it and wouldn't mind a
roll in the hay with her!

	As she rode away, a man noticed someone riding away from where
his stallion was standing.

				* * *

	Paul McGregor had been self-employed and was now retired at
the ripe young age of 31. He had lucked out in one of his business
ventures.

	After many failures to invent something that would make him
rich, he was beginning to wonder whether his dream of financial
security was ever attainable.

	Then he hit upon something that seemed so obvious that no one
had ever thought to market. "What the hell," thought Paul. "If it
fails, that narrows down the list of things that have promise." The
immediate success of his invention skyrocketed his bank account and
gave Paul financial security and the means to realize his dream. After
signing an licensing agreement to have a company manufacture his
product, Paul began looking for his dream farm.

				* * *

	This cold crispness in the air was beginning to burn off as
Paul stepped out of the house. He had just finished his breakfast and
wandered over to the stallion barn. He always fed his horses before
breakfast so that they would have a good bit of food if he wanted to
go for a morning ride.

	On the rare occasions when he pulled one of his horses from a
meal, he had to deal with a very grumpy horse indeed. The old saying
"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." goes double for
horses.

	His stallion's registered name was HesaKingsCommander but Paul
just called him "King". After all, being the only stallion on his
farm, "King" was quite fitting.

	As Paul neared King's paddock, he noticed a girl riding a
bicycle furiously away from King. The look King was giving her did not
escape Paul's notice - neither did the fact that King had his wanker
swingin' in the breeze as he watched her leave.

	When the girl was out of sight, Paul gave a shrill whistle to
the stallion. King came trotting up to him and then looked back
towards the direction the girl had ridden off.

	"Whatcha up to big guy?" Paul asked. "*I* saw you waving hello
to that girl by the fence. It's getting pretty close to breeding
season isn't it? I'll bet you gave that girl something to think about
today, didn't you?" King nuzzled Paul's neck and gave him a low "Huh,
huh" in response. "OK, boy." I'll get you up on the phantom after our
ride. Sasha just came into heat. Next month, you won't have to settle
for the plastic pony!"

	Paul led King out of his paddock and clipped him to the
hitching rail. He began his methodical currying and brushing to
prepare King for a nice ride. King especially liked it when Paul
brushed between his front legs and under his belly. He showed his
appreciation by craning his neck way out and bunching his upper lip
and making side-to-side grooming motions with it.

	Sometimes Paul let King groom him back. King's upper lip
making sweeping motions all over his back while Paul groomed him. Paul
didn't groom too hard when King was doing this. King sometimes tended
to forget that he was dealing with tender human flesh and would
sometimes give Paul a light nip. Of course, to Paul this felt like he
had just had a chunk of flesh ripped from his back. So, Paul had
learned King's mannerisms and they both enjoyed a symbiotic grooming
when others weren't around.

	Paul picked out King's hooves and gave his legs a thorough
going-over. King rarely turned up lame. Of course, when you can
afford the finest veterinary and farrier services in the county,
problems were usually circumvented before they had a chance to get out
of control. "OK boy, let's get you saddled up," Paul said as he spread
the saddle pad and then the saddle over King's back. King's withers
were nice and tall so Paul had to bunch up lot of saddle pad over them
to prevent chafing. Those tall withers came in handy, especially on
steep hills, preventing the saddle from riding up on King's neck.
After putting on King's bridle, Paul mounted up and began riding
towards the road where he had seen the girl and King.

	As they approached the spot where the girl had been, King's
ears pricked up and he became a little more interested in the bushes
next to the fence.

	When they reached the spot where the girl had been King looked
over at the bushes and tried to stop. "What's the matter, buddy?" Paul
asked. King responded by lifting his head and giving the flehmen
response. "Something smell funny big guy? OK, let's have a look." Paul
dismounted and walked over to a secluded spot in one of the bushes
that King seemed to want to get to. King stuck his nose into a large
wet spot in the grass and continued to give the flehmen response,
making loud sucking noises.

	Paul reached down and touched the moist area that King was so
interested in. He already had some suspicions as he raised his fingers
to his nose. "Well, well," Paul chuckled. "You were watching that girl
piss as you beat off, weren't you?" King answered by sticking his nose
back into the spot and acting like he was preparing to classify a fine
bottle of wine. King raised his head again and had clear fluid
dripping from both nostrils. "Analysis, Mr. Spock," Paul jokingly
asked King. "Is she in heat?" If King's hardon was any indication, she
most certainly was. Paul began to feel a bit conspicuous standing in
the bushes with a stallion who was getting hornier by the minute as he
whacked his pecker against his belly.

	Leading a reluctant King from the bushes, Paul mounted up
again and continued on with their ride. As they rode on, Paul couldn't
get the thought of the girl out of his mind. "Who was she?" he
thought. "Does she ride by here often? I wonder if she likes horses.
"Of course, she may have been scared off by that monster dick of
yours," he told King. I hope she likes stallions." Paul road off into
the mountains and just plain enjoyed life.

	As they began to make their way back to the barn they passed
by the now well-known bushes, King turned his head towards them and
gave a low nicker. "Huh, huh." Huh, huh, huh."

				* * *

	Susie waited her tables in a fog. She had made it to work with
just minutes to spare. She had just gotten this job recently and
didn't want to lose it. She kept thinking about the sight of the
stallion beating off as she had the closest look of a flaring
stallion's cock than she had ever hoped for. The sight of it had made
her nipples crinkle in pleasure. The fact that she was endowed with
more than an ample bosom, (42-D to be exact), made the effect all the
more impressive.

	She thought about the size of the stallion's balls as she
absentmindedly refilled a rough-looking customer's coffee cup. Those
stud's balls were big enough to completely fill both her palms held
together. They were as large as a grapefruit!

	"Hey, Honey! Are you cold or just happy to see me?" the man
asked as she was filling his cup.

	Susie came out of her daydream and realized that she must have
been thinking about that stallion a little too hard. Her nipples were
in an obvious state arousal. She self-consciously moved away from the
crude jerk and "accidentally" spilled some hot coffee on his groin.

	"Shit!" the man yelped.

	"I'm *so* sorry sir," Susie apologized insincerely. She hoped
the guy's nuts were roasted for a few days. Still, she didn't want to
get fired. Jobs in this little town were few and far between. If
someone got canned, *everybody* knew about it *and* the supposed
events that caused it. She wished that she could work with horses -
that she could *breed* horses. She found herself thinking back to the
stallion and looked at her watch. It was only two hours before her
shift was over. She planned on seeing if the stallion was still near
the fence on her ride home.

				* * *

	As Susie approached the bushes where she had stopped that
morning, she began getting anxious. The stallion was nowhere in sight.
Just as she was about to ride on, she decided that she would relieve
herself in the bushes. Perhaps if she "freshened" the scent, the
stallion would decide that these bushes were a nice place to hang out.
She quickly pulled into the bushes and relieved herself.

	King was just getting into enjoying his dinner when he heard a
bicycle in the distance. He thought of going out to investigate but
changed his mind as he polished off the last bits of his hot bran
mash. He really enjoyed the way Paul treated him. He always seemed to
find the best spots to scratch, he fed him well, and he got to get his
rocks off an a regular basis. Yes, King had a wonderful life.

	As he began to start on his alfalfa, he heard the bicycle
again. This time he decided to have a look outside. He ambled outside
just in time to see "The Girl" riding away from the bushes that he had
been at this morning. He pricked his ears forward and was about to
trumpet a call to her when she rode out of sight. King let out a deep
sigh and slowly walked back to finish his dinner.

				* * *

	Susie got home and helped her mother with dinner. Her mother
asked her *The Question* during dinner again. She hated it when her
mother brought the subject up. "You don't want to grow up to be an old
maid, do you?" her mother chided her once again. "How about that nice
young man that took you to the prom last year? He seemed like such a
nice young man. He even picked you up in a limousine."

	"Mother! His father's a mortician!" Susie protested. "That
`limo' he picked me up in is what they use to carry *dead people* in!"

	"Well, you could do worse," her mother countered. "After all,
he does pull a steady income." Susie didn't to point out to her mother
that his "steady income" came from the fact that people were dying to
the tune of an exorbitantly large profit.

	After dinner, Susie mindlessly washed the dishes as she looked
out the kitchen window. The sun had almost set and created a
spectacular sunset across the horizon. Susie's thoughts went back to
the stallion. She imagined herself riding him bareback in the
moonlight as their naked flesh pressed together, joined in a sweaty,
erotic fusion that they experienced as one. They stopped in a warm,
secluded meadow next to a crystal-clear babbling brook.

	As she dismounted she glanced down at his maleness which hung
prominently between his hind legs, nicely accented by his more than
ample testicles. She slowly inhaled his scent as he nuzzled her
between her breasts, and gave her an affectionate lick as he made his
way down towards her navel and beyond. He began his low nickering as
he prepared to lick her nether regions. Her nipples crinkled in
sensual anticipation...

	"Susie!" What are you looking at?" her mother asked.

	"Oh, nothing mother, just enjoying the sunset." Susie finished
with the dishes and finished stacking them neatly in the cupboard.
"I'm going to my room and read a novel," Susie said as she headed for
her room. Susie's mother absently watched T.V. in the living room
where she sat with Susie's father. Without responding, she stared
blankly, watching another rerun that they had seen many times before.
Susie took in the scene and hoped that she could avoid the mindless
ritual that her parents had gotten into. She quietly walked to her
room and opened her novel.

				* * *

	Susie woke with a start, she had been dreaming about the
stallion and their ride in the moonlit meadow. Her panties were
absolutely soaked, and she was as horny as the proverbial two-peckered
goat. She began to rub her clit to find some relief when she thought,
"Why not? Everybody's asleep, and won't notice me leaving." With
that, she quickly bundled up in some warm clothes and quietly made her
way out to her bicycle. She couldn't believe she was actually riding
at night to visit a stallion; a stallion that she hadn't known of
before today. She almost turned back before she realized that if she
chickened out now, she may never get the courage or the opportunity to
try this again. She resolutely pedaled on, the bushes, *her bushes*,
were beckoning.

	As she approached, she could just make out the form of a horse
in the paddock. His shiny Palomino coat was easy to make out in the
half- light of the moon. She slowed her approach and silently parked
her bike in the bushes away from the narrow road. The stallion of
course didn't overlook the fact that someone had just stopped in the
bushes where "The Girl" had been. He made his way cautiously towards
the person when he caught a familiar scent on the breeze. "It *was*
the girl - the mysterious mare!" King let out a low nicker as he
approached closer.

	Susie saw the stallion and thought she saw recognition in his
eyes as he nickered to her. "Hello, boy! It's nice to see you again."
King craned his neck over the top fence rail as he nickered to her
again. Susie didn't think as she reached over and petted King that
she was in any danger. He seemed like such a mellow horse - for a
stallion. Susie decided that now would be a good time to relieve
herself. After all, it had stimulated the stallion before.

	As she began relieving herself, King tried to crane his neck
closer to her, sniffing loudly. The top rail prevented him from
getting closer to her.

	Just as Susie had really started flowing, King backed away a
bit from the fence and then stuck his head between the middle and top
fence rails. "Ah! Now he had access to this mysterious mare!" Susie
didn't see what King was up to until he stuck his muzzle right into
her urine stream. Susie almost fell over as she yelped and clamped off
her flow.

	King was in heaven! "This new mare had just pissed her scent
right on his muzzle! She must certainly be in heat!" King was
flehmening and making loud sniffing sounds as he analyzed Susie's
scent. "Yes! She most definitely was in heat!" thought King. His cock
was well on its way to becoming a ragingly serious hardon. He began
belly slapping with his cock just as Susie was regaining her
composure. She backed off a ways and decided it was safe for her to
finish pissing. King continued to belly slap and then turned to her
and nickered again.

	"You sure are horny, aren't you boy? When's the last time you
had a mare?" With that Susie said to herself "What the hell, you only
live once." She quickly pulled up her pants and approached the lustful
stallion. King pulled his neck out from between the rails and craned
his head back over the top rail.

	"Easy, boy," Susie said as she cautiously approached the horny
stud. "Do you want me to help you with that big boner of yours?" To
herself, Susie wondered just how exactly she proposed to "help him
out" with something the size of a Louisville Slugger.

	As she patted him on the forehead, King nuzzled her shoulder
the way he nuzzled Paul. "You seem gentle enough boy. Promise you'll
be good?" To that Susie got another nicker and a nuzzle on the cheek.
Susie looked underneath the stud and just began to realize the
enormity of what she proposed to do. There was no way she could ever
get the flared head of that monster inside any of her orifices. It
wasn't flared right now, but Susie wasn't about to kid herself.

	As soon as the stallion started getting really excited, his
glans would flare up to the size she had witnessed that morning.
Something like that would split her in two. If she tried to deep-
throat him, he would surely dislocate her jaw.

	Susie decided to take the cautious approach. She took off her
sweater and hung it on one of the branches behind her. She reached
through the fence and patted the stallion's belly. King obliged her by
moving closer to the fence. She took a tentative rub against his glans
with her right hand. King rewarded her with a slap of his cock against
his belly and a small squirt of clear fluid. Susie was getting bolder
now. She reached out and grabbed the head of his cock and didn't let
go. King gave a few short humps and quite a bit more pre-cum squirted
out. At first Susie thought he had ejaculated.

	But as she looked at her hand in the pale moonlight, she could
see that the fluid was still clear. Susie knew that stallions
ejaculated in fractions. The first being a clear, thin fluid that
helped neutralize any urine that was in the urethra. The second
fraction should be the whitish, watery sperm-rich fraction. The last
fraction would be the thick, clear gel-fraction that some people say
acts as a plug to prevent the semen from being discharged from the
mare.

	So, Susie kept her eye out for any evidence of this.

	King was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to get on
with what she had started. He nickered to her and gave his belly
another slap with his cock. "You're a horny one, aren't you boy?"
Susie said happily to King. She sniffed her fingers. It didn't smell
like much. "Oh, why not?" she thought as she extended her tongue and
experimentally licked a little bit of the pre-cum off of her fingers.
Slightly salty, pleasant actually, she decided. She began wondering
what stallion cum would taste like.

	King had begun to get restless with her momentary lapse of
attention. However, as she grasped his glans again, he returned to
spurting small jets of pre-cum onto her hands. Susie switched hand
positions so that King's glans was in her left hand and she grasped
the shaft of his penis right behind the ring. King responded by even
more vigorous thrusting than before. Susie's hands were riding his
cock like a professional bronc rider. King was making steady pumping
motions and low groans as she gripped his glans tightly and lightly
rotated it like a living doorknob.

	With every thrust, she would jack his shaft just behind the
ring, attempting to imitate what she thought a mare would feel like to
him. This went on for about a minute when all of a sudden King's
thrusting got more pronounced and sporadic. His glans was flared up to
maximum when all of a sudden King let out a loud grunt, dropped his
head and started flagging his tail up and down. Susie's efforts were
rewarded with jet after jet of creamy-white cum. Some of it shot on
the fence rail and splashed on the ground beyond, however most of it
was blocked by her fingers as it ran down her left arm and dripped
from her elbow.

	After about seven strong jets of cum followed by three or four
smaller ones, King's head was dropped nearly to the grass in his
paddock. He was spent and his penis almost immediately began to
retract back into its sheath. Susie didn't want to miss her chance.
She quickly pulled King's glans towards her waiting mouth and gave it
a long lick. Cum dribbled out of the tip onto her waiting tongue.
"Marvelous!" she thought as King's penis finished its retraction out
of sight. She looked at her left arm and realized that it was covered
in stallion cum. She hadn't the forethought to bring anything for
cleanup, so without any hesitation she began licking her arm clean.
This was a trip she was sure to remember for the rest of her life. Of
course, she planned on having many other visits to "help out" *her*
stud.

	She was half way home when she realized that the stallion's
penis had been incredibly clean. Most stallions and geldings she had
seen always had blackish crusty flakes of smegma that needed periodic
washing off. His owner must be a real stickler for health, she
thought. I've just *got* to meet him. She hoped the owner was a him...

				* * *

	Paul had tried to sleep but just couldn't get the thought of
the mysterious girl urinating in front of horny ol' King. His hardon
demanded attention and he knew just the cure for that!

	Paul quickly threw on a warm robe and made his way out to the
heated barn. "Money has its uses," Paul thought with a smile. Sasha
was his bay mare, and she had just come into heat. She greeted him
happily with a nicker and a light nuzzle on the cheek. The other mares
looked out at him and nickered their greetings to him. "OK, OK," Paul
said as he reached into his robe pocket and gave each one of them a
carrot stick and scratched them in turn. Paul liked to buy the "baby
carrots" because they were the perfect size for his robe pockets. The
contented sounds of horses chewing filled the barn.

	As the mares munched away contentedly, Paul opened Sasha's
stall door and gave her a nice scratching along the sides of her
withers. She craned her neck and made ecstatic goofy faces with her
upper lip. He moved in closer and embraced her around the neck as he
scratched along the side of her neck just beneath her mane. He was
rewarded with a crushing "pony hug" as she tried to groom his back.
Paul stepped away from her after a bit and looked deeply into her
eyes. Nothing there except love and devotion. The same feelings Paul
had for all of his horses. He embraced her head and stroked the side
of her neck for a while. Sasha let out a long, contented sigh and
nuzzled Paul's cheek. Paul kissed her affectionately on the side of
her muzzle and gave her an exploratory lick. Sasha leaned into him and
licked back. Her breath smelled of carrots and tasted like carrots
mixed with the slight tanginess of alfalfa. Paul began to French-kiss
her deeply.

	After a few minutes, Sasha was practically purring as she
enjoyed Paul's affections. Paul removed his robe and draped it over
the stall door. Sasha looked at him knowingly and walked over to him.
She sniffed his quite ready manhood and gave it a small nuzzle. Paul
stroked her neck and Sasha dropped her head expectantly. Paul placed
his penis along the side of her well-lubricated lips and they parted
effortlessly. The warm embrace of her mouth was pure ecstasy. Sasha
began a slow rhythmic tonguing of Paul's penis as she drove him closer
to his limit. Paul was buried to the hilt and making ragged breathing
sounds. Sasha felt Paul's penis begin to really stiffen up and
redoubled her efforts. She knew that this meant that she was going to
get to taste one of Paul's special treats. Paul came explosively while
Sasha kept up her relentless tonguing, swallowing every spurt of cum
that Paul could supply.

	Finally, Paul's member began to subside. Sasha really enjoyed
giving head!

	Paul loved Sasha very much and had a very full sex life with
all of his horses. He walked around to her hind quarters and scratched
her gently along her rump. Sasha responded by raising her tail off to
the left side. Paul looked at her vulva with eager anticipation. She
was in raging heat. Small dribbles of semi-thick clear fluid dripped
from her vulva. Paul wet his middle finger in his mouth and ran it
along the length of her vulva. He was rewarded by Sasha raising her
tail until it curled almost on top of her backbone. Paul leaned over
and gave her vulva a teasing lick. She responded by raising her tail
even higher and "winking" her clitoris outward a few times. Paul never
ceased to be amazed at how mares were able to actually make their
clitorises protrude outward and then disappear back into hiding.
Truly remarkable!

	Paul continued tonguing Sasha's clit and inside her vagina as
she kept up her rhythmic winking. "You sure are hot tonight!" Paul
thought as he drank deeply of her offerings. She was exceedingly horny
and wanted to lean hard into Paul's face for more penetration. Paul
imagined that if it were within Sasha's capabilities, she would have
Paul's entire head inside her pussy. She had learned though that if
she backed up too far, Paul would stop what he was doing and make her
take a few steps forward. She didn't realize that in her efforts to
get Paul's magic tongue further within her vagina, she had once pinned
his head against the stall's wall. Of course, Paul enjoyed a willing
sex partner as much as the next guy. However, there is such a thing as
too much enthusiasm where fragile humans are concerned.

	Paul stopped his tonguing to walk into the tack room and came
back with a milk crate. Sasha knew that this meant even greater
enjoyment. Her tail was curled up against her back as Paul set the
milk crate behind her. Her vulva was really dripping her natural
lubrication now. Paul stood on the milk crate and positioned himself
behind her waiting vulva. Sasha looked back over her shoulder at him
expectantly. Paul reached down and smeared some of her love juice
around with head of his penis as he prepared to enter her.

	As he slowly inserted himself into her, she responded by
contracting her pussy walls against his penis and leaning back into
him. Paul felt his penis rub against her pelvic arch as he pressed
deeper.

	When all of Paul's penis was buried deeply within her, he
began a slow, rhythmic pumping. Sasha ears were flicking back and
forth and she paused every once in a while to look over her shoulder
at Paul. Every second or third stroke Paul was rewarded by Sasha
tensing up her vaginal walls giving him an extra-tight fit.

	Paul kept up his pumping while scratching Sasha's back. This
double- dose of attention began to have a marked effect on Sasha. She
began to moan softly every ten or so seconds. "Unh, unh." Her small
moans were punctuated by Paul's balls slapping against her
periodically protruding clitoris. Sasha's moans were beginning to get
louder and closer together. Each moan was accompanied by a cock-
crunching spasm that began to send Paul into a pumping frenzy. Sasha's
orgasms were getting closer and quite strong now as Paul approached
his limit. With a few final spasmodic thrusts, Paul buried himself to
the hilt as he came deep within Sasha. He bent over, spent, and rested
his sweating cheek along her back as he hugged and kissed her. All the
while giving her scratches along the sides of her withers. Sasha
craned her head back and gave Paul a loving nuzzle on his cheek and
forehead and Paul responded with several kisses along her muzzle and
cheek.

	After about five minutes, Paul slowly removed his spent cock
from Sasha and stepped off the milk crate. Sasha turned around and
gave him another nuzzle. Paul leaned into her and hugged her long and
hard. Sasha returned his affection by giving him another bone-
crushing pony hug.

	As Paul stepped away from her, she gave his penis a nuzzle,
trying to coax it back to attention. "Sorry, Sash, the soldier's all
marched out for a while yet. "However," he said as he reached for his
robe, "here's a carrot that you can chew on for now." Sasha took the
baby carrot from Paul and crunched it happily.

	Paul finished petting the other mares and gave them some more
carrots as he prepared to say good night to them. "Don't worry girls,
I haven't forgotten you. Between King and I we'll keep all of you
satisfied." And with that he turned down the lights and began walking
back towards the house.

	On his way back, he decided to say hello to King. As he was
walking towards King's paddock he thought he saw a bicycle leaving the
place were King had watched the girl take a piss. He could just make
out King's Palomino coat in the dwindling moonlight. King was peering
over the railing into the distance. Paul gave out his shrill whistle
and King came trotting up.

	"How are you, Big Guy?" Paul asked as he fed King a carrot.
Usually King reacted when he could smell a mare's scent on his hands.
This time King just showed a casual interest as he munched the carrot.
Paul reached underneath King's belly to give him a scratch when he
felt something slick. Lifting his hand to his face he smelled the
distinct, light odor of stallion cum. "That's funny, King almost never
beats off to ejaculation this time of year." Paul's curiosity was
really peaked now. He ducked between the paddock railings and marched
his way towards the bushes.

	When he reached the place where he had seen King standing he
reached into his robe pocket and pulled out a Mini Maglight. He
searched for a while and came upon a trail of stallion cum which had
shot across the center rail of the fence. "Curiouser and Curiouser,"
Paul thought. "Now how did you manage that, King?" Paul asked as he
surveyed the area. "Have you been humping the fence?"

	Just then the Maglight's beam fell upon a rather large pool of
cum just on the other side of the fence line. Now Paul had witnessed
King ejaculating full-force before and couldn't understand why the
horse load hadn't landed further beyond. That's when the Maglight beam
came across the pool of fresh urine. Paul stepped between the fence
railings and dipped a finger into the urine pool to make sure he
wasn't imagining things. A quick sniff told Paul that he was
definitely smelling urine. He *had* seen a bicycle riding off from the
paddock. "Well, well," Paul said. "It looks like I may just have found
a use for that Army surplus night-vision scope I bought a while back."
He was sure that it wouldn't be long before he got his money's worth
out of that investment.

	Paul climbed back through the fence and let King sniff his
fingers before he began his walk back to the house. King looked back
towards where he had last seen "The Girl" riding off into the moonset.
He let out a long, loud trumpeting call in that direction before he
turned and trotted back up to Paul on his way towards the house.

	"Don't worry, King. Mares like that don't come around in the
middle of the night expecting a one-night-stand. She'll be back soon.
And when she does, perhaps she would be interested in a little more
permanent `stud services'."

	King nuzzled Paul's neck as Paul turned to give him a big hug.
King's "pony hugs" were closer to bear hugs as Paul laughed, gasping,
and scratched King's neck.

	As Paul climbed through the fence on his way back to the
house, he gave King one last carrot. King accepted it regally and
munched it as he watched Paul enter the house. King trotted back to
the bushes with his head and tail held high, then stuck his head
between the railings. He inhaled deeply and began his flehmen
response. His cock slowly lolled out and he began his belly slapping
once again.

	"Come back mystery mare," he thought.

			       Part Two

	"Morning King," Paul McGregor said as he patted the well-
muscled Palomino stud on the neck. "I trust you slept well?" King
regarded Paul with innocent eyes as he nuzzled him on the cheek. Paul
was referring to King's little tryst with the mysterious girl that had
enjoyed a little bit of extracurricular activities with King the night
before. Paul had seen her just as she rode her bicycle away from the
bushes next to King's paddock. The fact that the girl had managed to
get King to blow his load with just her hands was no mean feat. Paul
normally used an artificial vagina and a phantom mare when he needed
to collect King. However, on many occasions, King was allowed to breed
mares live-cover. Paul had tried the bare-handed method with King with
moderate success. With the A.V., King would eagerly mount the phantom
and ejaculate without a hitch.

	If Paul could perfect the plastic bag method, he could save
himself a lot of effort during the warmer breeding days. Not to
mention allowing King to get his rocks off a bit more frequently. It
was still quite cold in the early January mornings, and Paul looked
forward to being able to work in his shirt sleeves in a few months.

	Paul went over to the feed room and grabbed a medium flake of
alfalfa for King.

	As King was munching away happily, Paul took the time to check
over King's legs and general appearance. King was a perfect specimen
of health. His fuzzy winter coat gave him the appearance of a small
draft horse. Of course, for a Quarter Horse stallion, King was large.
Standing at just under 16 hands high, and with his excellent
conformation, King presented the kind of picture that people were
clamoring to breed their mares to. Since this was King's first year
standing at stud, Paul decided to limit his book to something easily
manageable.

	Paul made his way to the mare barn and looked in on his three
mares. They were currently being kept indoors for the nights as they
were being kept under lights. Paul wasn't too keen on messing with the
horses normal breeding cycles. However, if a mare's stall was kept
illuminated until late night, her system could be tricked into
believing it was spring. Thus, the mares would shed their winter coats
and begin cycling back into heat. Artificial springtime! The fact that
most horses were deemed to be one year old on January 1st made this
practice all the more common and forced Paul to adopt the light
stalls.

	Giving each mare a flake of hay, Paul opened their back doors
to allow them access to the large paddock behind the barn. He
performed his normal ritual of checking legs, general appearances and
cleaned out the few stray bits of hay that always end up in the
waterers.

	When he was satisfied that everything was the way it should
be, he wandered back to the house.

	Paul had recently hired a couple of hands to help with the
chores around the ranch and could breath a little easier. He had been
getting a little stir-crazy with his solitary life. He had never
imagined that his realization of his dream ranch could be lacking
anything. Paul loved his horses very much, but as the days wore on,
Paul yearned for some human interaction. He found himself thinking
back to the girl he had glimpsed riding away from King's paddock late
last night. Paul knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she liked
horses. Liked horses? She *loved* horses! If only he knew who she was!
At about that time, the work crew pulled up and got out of their car.

	"Hi, Mr. McGregor!" one of the young men said.

	"Morning guys. It's a great morning! I'm going to run into
town and stop in at the diner for some breakfast. Do you think you can
manage without me?" Paul asked jokingly.

	"No problem sir," they said, and gave a mock salute. "We
should have all of the stalls and walks in ship shape by the time you
get back."

	"Great! You can reach me by my beeper if you need me," Paul
said as he prepared to leave. "Oh, there's some fresh coffee in the
lab." With that, Paul drove into town in search of a good country
breakfast.

				* * *

	Paul hadn't had much of a chance to get into town lately. He
had just finished overseeing the construction of the breeding and
boarding barns late last month. He had lucked out that the rainy
season cooperated and allowed the construction to be completed before
the breeding season. Paul still had some butterflies about his first
season. However, he was qualified. He had taken some equine breeding
and management courses and even managed to work at a horse ranch
before he acquired his fortune. Paul had slowly worked himself through
the ranks. First he mucked stalls. Then he was graduated to feeding.

	As the managers began to trust his judgment more, he
eventually made his way as part of the breeding crew. Paul was at home
there.

	Paul was a tinkerer and had used his spare time after work
trying to invent something that would make him financially secure. It
was just blind luck, but eventually he hit upon something that would
actually sell.

	Almost overnight Paul was wealthy and able to do whatever he
wanted with his life. It happened so quickly that Paul still woke up
sometimes thinking that it was a dream. Paul shook the fog out of his
head as he pulled up to the diner.

	"Mornin', sir. How many today?" The waitress asked as he
stepped into the diner.

	"One, please," Paul admitted grudgingly. "She's kinda cute,"
Paul thought to himself as he followed her to a small table.

	"My name is Susie and I'll be your waitress for today. Would
you care for any coffee while you check over the menu?"

	"Yes, please." As the waitress poured his coffee, Paul noticed
a small locket on her necklace. "Do you like horses?" he asked.

	She gave a little start. "Why, yes... Why do you ask?"

	"Oh, I was just admiring the small horse on your necklace,"
Paul answered truthfully. "I just finished building my last barn a few
weeks ago. I own the new ranch a few miles out of town by the
foothills."

	Susie gave a start and almost spilled the coffee she was
pouring. "Oh, yes. I've seen it on my way to and from work. I was
wondering who ran the place. It's gorgeous!"

	"Why, thank you," Paul said a little bashfully. "By the way,
my name's Paul McGregor. I've been fighting the weather to get the
barns finished before breeding season starts. The paint still looks
wet on the breeding barn."

	Susie's senses were reeling. This was the owner of the ranch
that had the stallion she'd secretly visited the night before. "Act
cool. He doesn't know you from Eve," she thought. "Nice to meet you,
Paul. I haven't seen you around town before. Are you from around
here?" Susie asked automatically.

	"Well, I grew up about fifty miles from here. I liked the area
here and decided to put up shop. If you'd like, I can show you around
the place sometime."

	Susie was at a loss for words. Well, she'd wanted to meet the
owner and now here he was confronting her. It was too much to
comprehend at the moment. "Would you care to order now, or would you
like some more time to look over the menu?" she asked slightly
flustered.

	"Oh, I still need a little more time to decide."

	"What are you doing, Paul?" he thought. "That looked like all
the world like you were coming onto her. Too much isolation has dulled
your social skills."

	When Susie came back, she tried not to look nervous. "Be
calm," she told herself.

	"Well, Mr. McGregor, what'll you have this morning?"

	"I'll have the biscuits and gravy... With English muffins and
O.J.," Paul answered. "Oh, and I'd also like some milk."

	Paul ate his breakfast in relative silence. Susie dutifully
refilled his coffee cup when it got low. As Paul was just finishing
and preparing to leave, Susie came up to him.

	"Mr. McGregor, if the offer's still open, I'd love to stop by
and see your ranch sometime."

	Now it was Paul's turn to be caught off guard. "Oh, well,
uh... Great! I'm there practically all the time. Just give me a call
to let me know when a good time for you would be."

	"Well, I normally work the breakfast shift. I'm off tomorrow.
If it's not too inconvenient, can I stop by then, say, around 7 A.M.?"

	"Well, that's right after feeding time. Sure, why not. As a
matter of fact, If you can make it a little earlier, you can help
feed."

				* * *

	Susie slept fitfully throughout the night. She had another
dream about her riding Paul McGregor's stallion nude in the moonlit
meadow. By the time morning rolled around, she was wound up like a
coiled spring. As she tried to unwind in the shower, she realized that
she was extremely horny. As she soaped herself, she made lazy circles
around her nipples and began to rub her clit in the steamy shower.
She cut her activities short when she realized that she had to meet
Paul in time to feed. She wanted to make a good impression on him.

	As she pedaled her way down the road, she kept telling
herself, "This is not a dream. It's actually happening."

	She pulled up to the drive leading to the large ranch house.
Looking around, she caught sight of the stallion from a couple of
nights ago that she knew all too well. He had spotted her as she
pulled into the drive and trumpeted a call of recognition to her. The
door to the house opened up and Paul stepped out.

	"Morning, Susie."

	"Good morning, Mr. McGregor. Quite the watchdog you've got
there."

	"Oh, King. Yes, he's top dog on this ranch. He's got it pretty
easy right now, but pretty soon he's gonna have his hands full," Paul
said half jokingly. Susie looked at King sideways and gave him a
knowing smile. "Well, let's get the horses fed. Then I'll show you
around the place."

	They started feeding at the mare barn and Paul introduced
Susie to his three mares. "This bay mare here is Sasha," Paul said as
he checked over her legs and body. Sasha stopped her chewing and gave
Paul a loving nuzzle on the cheek.

	"She's so slick and shiny," Susie said. "Do you keep her
blanketed at night?"

	"No. The barn is heated. These mares are under lights. The
extra light at night tricks them into thinking that it's spring. They
shed their coats and begin cycling earlier than in the wild."

	"Oh, yes. I've heard about that," Susie replied.

	"You're familiar with equine reproduction?" Paul asked with
genuine curiosity.

	"Well, most of the stuff I've learned from reading books in
the library. But I have seen a few breedings in the past."

	"That's interesting," Paul said as he closed Sasha's stall
door. "Let's have a look at King."

	Paul led King out of his stall and petted him on the side of
the neck. "Say hello to Susie, King. He's real gentle, Susie. Come up
and pet him."

	Susie thought to herself, "Oh yeah, I know exactly how gentle
he is," and presented her hand to King to sniff.

	King's ears were pricked forward in recognition. "This is the
mystery mare!" King thought. "Is Paul presenting her to me?" King
gave Susie a nicker of recognition. When no restraint was forthcoming
from Paul, he took a step forward and nickered more insistently.

	Paul made King take a step back. "Pet him here on the neck. He
likes being scratched underneath his mane."

	Susie scratched King while he made goofy faces and curled his
lip out. He was blissfully enjoying the scratching and craning his
neck out when Susie stopped scratching. King's head dropped down and
rested on Susie's shoulder. He took the opportunity to take a deep
sniff of her. "Heeee, huh, huh, huh," King let out lowly, certain that
this was a mare being teased to him.

	"Easy, King!" Paul said as Susie retreated a few steps back.
"He's been getting pretty excited lately. It's close to breeding time
and he wants to breed. Unfortunately, it's too early in the season to
breed any of the mares. We can't have them foaling in December! I'd
better put him away and let him eat his breakfast."

	Paul left King to start in on his hay while they made their
way to the breeding barn. I'm sorry if it still smells a bit in here,"
Paul said. The paint takes a little longer to dry in this damp
weather."

	"Oh, that's OK, everything looks so new and fresh!"

	"Well, that's soon gonna change," Paul said. "I have some
mares coming in next month to be bred to King. I'm hoping to get
things running fairly smoothly before then. As a matter of fact, I
need to collect King today and check out his fertility."

	"You're going to do that all by yourself?" Susie asked
incredulously.

	"Well, yeah. I suppose. I was going to ask one of the guys I
have cleaning stalls help me. But, they seem kind of uneasy around
King. I know King pretty well. It shouldn't be any big problem.

	"Mr. McGregor. If you don't mind me offering, I'd like to help
out with the collection. If that's OK with you, that is."

	Paul thought about it for a while and then asked, "You say
you've worked with horses before? You aren't afraid of having some
lustful stallion trying to run the show?"

	"I'm very comfortable around horses," Susie said truthfully.
"With you telling me what King responds to, I'm sure I can help out."

	"Great! Then we'll get to it after he's finished his
breakfast. Speaking of which. I haven't had mine. Would you care to
join me?"

	"I'd be delighted, Mr. McGregor," Susie said a bit too
quickly.

	"Fine. And please, call me Paul."

	About that time, the two guys pulled up to clean stalls.
"Morning, Mr. McGregor," they said almost in unison. Their eyes
glancing from Susie to Paul and back.

	"Morning guys. This is Susie. I've been showing her around the
farm this morning and we're just getting ready to have some breakfast.
There's coffee brewing if you want it. You know where it is."

	The two of them muttered their greetings and then watched as
Paul and Susie made their way to the truck. "Right on, Paul!" one of
them said sotto-voce.

				* * *

	When they got back from breakfast, Susie was in very high
spirits. She couldn't believe that Paul loved horses so much. How she
would love to work on a farm like this, breeding horses and raising
foals. And of course, *loving* the horses.

	Paul showed Susie the lab and proceeded to explain the
assembly of the A.V. as he worked on it. "The temperature needs to be
between 44 and 48 degrees Celsius for an optimum collection. This
little filtering screen will separate the gel-fraction from the
sperm-rich fraction during collection. The gel isn't necessary for
fertilization and only makes the sample difficult to handle."

	"Yes, I've read about that." Susie knew from her escapade a
few nights before just how difficult stallion gel could be. Why, the
stuff was worse than egg white on a linoleum floor.

	"OK, let's get Sasha up here while the A.V. stabilizes
temperature. I'll lead King in after you at a respectable distance."

	Susie led Sasha up to the breeding barn and tied her to the
breeding stocks. As Paul entered the barn, King spotted Sasha and gave
her a loud trumpet call, eying her sideways as Paul led him into the
corner to be washed. Sasha spread her legs wide and released a torrent
of urine as she prepared to be bred. "Have you ever washed a stallion
before?" Paul asked.

	"No. But just tell me what to do and I'll do my best." Susie
replied as she eyed King's rapidly growing erection.

	"OK, King's pretty clean right now. I just washed him a couple
of days ago, so we'll just use water. Take a wad of that damp cotton
from the wash bucket and swab his penis down. Start at the tip and
work your way along the shaft to the base. If you go the other way,
you'll just drag dirty smegma forward onto the glans."

	Susie began dutifully swabbing King's penis with the cotton.
King responded predictably by humping his hindquarters and rewarding
Susie with copious squirts of pre-cum and a plenty of tail-flagging.

	"Now take the tip of your little finger and run it inside his
urethral diverticulm. I know he doesn't have any stallion beans, but
it's good to check anyway. Good, now squeeze a fresh piece of cotton
out and pat his glans and shaft dry. Great. Now, I want you to take
King's shank firmly and led him to the phantom straight on," Paul said
as he handed Susie King's lead rope. "If he gets too far forward on
the phantom, give him a little pressure on the shank to get his
attention."

	Paul hefted the A.V. and gave Susie the go-ahead to lead King
to the phantom. "Damn!" thought King. "I want to mount Sasha! Oh well,
the plastic pony's almost as good."

	King hopped up on the phantom and began thrusting in earnest.
Paul reached over the top of his penis and guided it into the A.V.
King hunched up his hindquarters and redoubled his efforts.

	Susie had King on a firm lead as she listened to him pump into
the A.V. His grunts and groans near her left ear did not go unnoticed.
Susie found herself getting very turned on as she felt her nipples
crinkle. Here in her control was one of the most powerful and sexually
oriented animals on the planet. An animal who's primary and driving
function was to breed mares several times a day for months on end. She
snapped back to the job at hand when King let out a loud, long groan
and started dropping his nose down onto the phantom. Paul lowered the
end of the A.V. so that the semen would run into the collection
bottle. King's tail flagging up and down as he dutifully made his
deposit.

	When King had finished ejaculating, Paul quickly hung the A.V.
on a hook with the collection bottle downward and swabbed King's
diminishing penis off with cotton. King slowly slid off the phantom,
slightly glassy- eyed. "Let's tie King outside and take a look at the
semen under the microscope," Paul said.

	"Well, he's sure fertile," Paul pronounced. His concentration
and motility are way up. Pretty good for so early in the season. I'll
just run the sample through the densimeter to get an accurate sperm
count."

	After running the densimeter, Paul stated, "This sample is so
high in concentration that he could easily breed ten or fifteen mares
off of that single collection! That King's one fertile boy," Paul
stated proudly.

	Susie and Paul led Sasha and King back to their respective
paddocks. Sasha dribbling urine as she attempted to interest King
into what she so desperately wanted. King knew better than to act up
when he was being led away from the breeding barn. He acted the
perfect gentleman as Paul led him back to his paddock.

	After Sasha was put away, Paul asked, deadpan, "So, what do
you think? Could you work in a place like this?"

	Susie was taken aback. Did he just offer me a job? We just
met! she thought as several conflicting replies went through her head.

	"When do I start," Susie replied almost too quickly.

				* * *

	Paul offered Susie almost twice what she was earning at the
diner to start, he also offered her a very comprehensive benefits
plan. Of course, one benefit wasn't mentioned... It was almost too
good to be true. She gave her job at the diner her two weeks notice
and told her family about her good fortune.

	"I don't know dear," her mother protested. "You just got your
job at the diner a few months ago."

	"I know, mom. But this is what I've always wanted to do. I can
get a job at a diner anytime. Opportunities like this don't grow on
trees. His farm is brand new. It's not likely that he'll be closing
his doors anytime soon."

	"I suppose you know what you want," her mother said
resignedly. "As long as you're happy, I guess that's what really
counts."

	Later on that night, Susie decided to make her way to Paul's
farm and pay King another visit. What was it that Paul had said? "King
could easily breed ten or fifteen mares off of that single
collection." Surely he's got plenty of steam left after this morning.

	Susie pedaled her way towards Paul's farm in the pale
moonlight. Its quarter-light gave the crisp night air a sort of
surreal feel to it. She could see King's paddock coming up in the
distance. The day's proceedings left Paul with several thoughts on
his mind. He now had a competent person who wasn't afraid of stallions
to help him during the breeding season.

	As an added bonus, she was actually quite pretty, with a
figure to match. Thinking about her holding King with him happily
thrusting into the A.V. left Paul extremely horny. Also, Sasha hadn't
been satisfied after her morning services either.

	Paul threw on his robe and made his way out to the mare barn.
He saw King standing next to the fence and walked over to him. "Hello,
big guy! How was your day? How'd you like being handled by Susie
today. She's a looker, isn't she?" To this King stared at Paul and
then began to nuzzle his cheek and chin. Paul reached up to King's
neck and gave him a strong scratching along the side of his neck and
withers. Patting him one last time, Paul gave King a baby carrot from
his robe pocket and made his way to the mare barn.

	As he entered the barn, he was welcomed by the warmth of the
heated barn and the smell of freshly-bedded stalls. There was also the
musky scent of horses in the air. Sasha poked her head out of her
stall and nickered a greeting to him. "Hello, girl. Did you miss me?"
Paul said as he rubbed her on the forehead.

	Almost immediately, the other two mares heads appeared at
their stall doors and beckoned Paul to them. Paul gave Sasha a carrot
and then went to greet the other two mares. "Hi, Belle! Hi, Mandy! Are
you two happy to see me? Oh, you know I've got some carrots for you,
don't you?" Belle and Mandy nuzzled Paul in turns as they vied for his
attention.

	After a thorough scratching for both of them, he gave them
each a carrot and returned to Sasha.

	Paul entered her stall and Sasha snuffled his pockets looking
for another carrot. Paul didn't really like to encourage his horses to
try and pick his pockets, but he let Sasha get away with it this time.
Sasha was munching away on her carrot as Paul hugged, scratched and
kissed her in all her favorite spots.

	When Paul began scratching her on her stomach, she stopped
chewing and craned her neck in ecstasy. Paul kept his scratching up
for a few minutes and then went to the tack room for the milk crate.

	Sasha had finished her carrot and looked at Paul
questioningly. He embraced her neck and she returned her affection by
giving him a long, hard pony hug. Paul kissed her along the cheek and
then kissed her along the side of her muzzle. Sasha nuzzled Paul and
then licked him on the cheek and chin. They began to French-kiss
deeply.

				* * *

	Susie arrived at King's paddock and looked around for him. He
was nowhere to be seen. She hid her bike in the bushes by the road and
cautiously made her way up the drive.

	When she reached King's stall, she saw King in the corner of
his paddock nearest the mare barn. King gave her a nicker of
recognition and approached her. Susie reached up to pet King when she
heard a sound from the mare barn.

	"Oh, no!" She hadn't thought that anyone would be out at this
hour. She hid in the shadows and listened. When no one was
forthcoming, she quietly made her way towards the mare barn and
approached it from the side opposite Paul's house. She stopped behind
one of the runs that led into the large paddock and listened. Yes, the
sounds were definitely coming from inside this one. She put her ear to
the wall and listened. From within she could make out the distinct
sounds of lovemaking. She could hear long groans punctuated by
rhythmic slapping sounds. These were drown out by louder sounds of
"Uhn, uhn."

	Then back to the slapping sounds. The slapping increased in
pace for about a minute when finally the slapping ceased in a duet of
groaning. Whoever was inside sure was having a great time. Susie
found herself extremely envious, horny, and in need of some release.
Hopefully, the two lovebirds would finish up in there and go home,
Susie thought.

	Shortly thereafter, the door to the barn opened and a man
emerged. From the shadows, Susie could make out Paul's face framed in
the light of the doorway. She found herself feeling deeply jealous.
Paul had a girlfriend! And he had just boffed her in the barn!

	"Good night, girls," Paul said as he closed the door and made
his way back to the house.

	"Girls?" Susie thought as she watched Paul walk towards the
house. "He's got more than one in there? Damn him! So why aren't they
leaving with him?" After waiting a while, Susie could hear no more
sounds from the barn. "Why were they staying inside?" she thought.
"Surely they should be coming out by now."

	After ten minutes of waiting, Susie was convinced that nobody
was coming out of the barn. She slowly made her way to the door and
opened it a crack. Peering in cautiously, she could see nobody inside
the barn. She opened the door further and slowly took a step inside.
There was nobody there! Sasha peered at her from within her stall and
then made her way to her door. Sasha's tail was curled over her back
in a tremendous arc. It was curled so far over that it nearly lay flat
on her backbone. "Could it be?" Susie thought. Sasha nuzzled Susie's
shoulder and sighed.

	Steeling herself, Susie opened Sasha's stall door and stepped
in, closing the door behind her. Looking behind at Sasha's hind end
left no doubt in her mind. In the light of Sasha's stall, Susie could
see a long streamer of semen dribbling from Sasha's vulva. Sasha was
still winking her clitoris in and out as if she had just been bred.
"What do you mean `as if'," Susie told herself. "Sasha *had* just been
bred. By Paul!"

				* * *

	As Paul was preparing to take a shower, a chime interrupted
the silence. Something had just set off barn security. A quick check
of the monitors revealed a person's back framed in the doorway.
Switching to the other camera confirmed that it was a woman. "Can it
be?" thought Paul nervously. Zooming in framed the side of Susie's
face just as she was preparing to enter Sasha's stall. "Oh, No!" Paul
thought. "I'm busted! Just what is she doing up here at this time of
night?"

	The camera showed Susie leaving Sasha's stall and then the
barn.

				* * *

	Wandering out of the mare barn. Susie quietly shut the door
behind her. Careful not to leave anything out of place. The incident
with Paul left her mind in a fog. She had happened upon a person who
loved horses like she loved horses. Should she approach Paul about it?
Would he be angry that she had found out?

	King was waiting for her at the near corner of his paddock
where she had last seen him. Susie absentmindedly gave him a quick
scratch along the side of his neck. She then began to make her way
back to the bushes where her bicycle was hidden.

	"She's making her way to our trysting spot!" King thought
excitedly. Nickering to her, he made his way along the fence line,
encouraging the *mystery mare* to hurry up.

	When they had arrived at the bushes, King's penis was already
partially dropped from its sheath. He craned his neck over the top
railing of the fence and made soliciting noises to Susie.

	Susie shrugged off her sweater and hung it on a nearby branch.
As she neared King, his vocalizations became more persistent. "Easy,
boy," Susie soothed as she scratched King's ribs. King responded by
pressing his side against the fence railings. "My, you're a quick
learner, aren't you boy?" Susie asked teasingly. "Well, if you don't
mind skipping the foreplay, neither do I," Susie said as she reached
for King's now impressive shaft. It was all of eighteen inches long
and over three inches in diameter.

	Making a quick mental calculation, Susie thought to herself,
"I *can* suck on him for a while if I don't let him flare inside of my
mouth." Susie had seen King's glans two nights previous swell to over
six inches in diameter as he had ejaculated on her hand and arm. She
was a little nervous about the prospect of what she proposed.
"Timing," she thought. "Keep cool and everything will be OK."

	She had a firm grip on King's glans as he slapped it upwards
on his belly. Thrusting a few times, King rewarded Susie with copious
amounts of clear pre-cum. Susie raised it to her lips and tasted it.
The slightly salty fluid had Susie's pussy flowing with its own love
juices. Before she had time to reason herself out of it, Susie leaned
over and licked King's glans and diverticulum. King let off with a few
strong spurts of pre-cum which Susie eagerly consumed. Caught up in
the moment, Susie engulfed his entire glans in her mouth and started
sucking. King made low grunts as he attempted to thrust his length
down Susie's throat. Making gagging sounds, Susie quickly removed
herself from the horny stud's knob.

	"Wow!" Susie exclaimed, as pre-cum dribbled down her chin. She
was so overwhelmed by King's thrusting that she had nearly choked on
his pre-cum. Never had Susie's tonsils been so thoroughly probed. She
had to control how deeply King thrust or she would risk some serious
damage. Another quick mental calculation and Susie grasped King's
shaft about five inches behind the tip of his glans. This time her
hand would limit his penetration.

	Again, she began licking his glans and swallowing the spurts
of pre-cum as King offered them to her. "He must have an unlimited
supply of the stuff!" Susie thought as she swallowed. Susie decided to
try sucking him off once again. Engulfing his glans, she began
licking and sucking in earnest. King's humping, now limited by Susie's
left hand, was now just manageable. King began to hump more
sporadically and then started lowering his haunches. About this time,
Susie began to feel King's glans swelling to alarming proportions. Her
jaw began to expand to its limit as she just managed to extract her
mouth from his glans.

	"Ouch!" she exclaimed as she massaged her jawbone. "That was
close! I've gotta remember to remove myself sooner." Looking at
King's now very flared cock head gave her a shudder. She had almost
dislocated her jaw on that sucker! Chalk it up as a learning
experience, she thought.

	"Well King, let's get back to business, shall we?" Susie said
to him as she prepared to give it another go. King responded by
slapping his now very teased cock against his belly. The tip was still
moderately engorged as Susie reached for it. She grasped his glans in
her left hand, and his shaft in her right, just behind the ring, as
she had done two nights ago. King began humping as Susie gently
rotated her left hand and jacked his shaft with her right. He was now
drenching her left hand and arm with his seemingly endless supply of
pre-cum. With a bit of creativity, Susie managed to actually swallow
about every third or so spurt as King's cock thrust by.

	Again, King began to thrust more urgently and jerkily as he
lowered his haunches.

	As his glans flared to its maximum diameter, King began to
flag his tail. Susie was rewarded with powerful jets of milky- white
cum. This time she was not letting it go to waste! She slid her left
hand back from his glans and intercepted the jets by placing a very
large kiss on the end of his glans. She swallowed as quickly as she
could but was rapidly overcome by the sheer volume that King was
ejaculating. Susie refused to admit defeat as King's cum began
dribbling down her chin and onto her left knee.

	After about ten or so powerful spurts, King began to slow his
output. His nose was practically touching the ground as the last few
weak spurts of cum were eagerly swallowed by Susie.

	Almost immediately, King's erection began to diminish and
retract into its sheath. Susie quickly engulfed as much as she could
in her mouth and sucked it in hungrily. She followed its ascent all
the way up to his sheath and balls when it released with a loud pop
sound. "That's all folks!" she said matter-of-factly, as she took a
wistful look at the large balls that had performed so admirably. She
gave them a gentle kiss.

	Standing up, Susie was reaching for the clean-up towel she had
the presence of mind to bring along with her when a voice said from
beside her.

	"Looking for this?" Paul asked, as he handed her the towel.

	Susie was speechless as she jumped back with a start. How long
had he been standing there?

	"Here. Clean up and put your sweater on before you freeze out
here," Paul said as Susie nervously took the towel from him. Paul
couldn't help stealing a glance at Susie's large breasts as her
nipples stood out prominently through her bra. The glance was not lost
on Susie who quickly put her sweater on.

	"Please, Paul. Let me explain."

	"It's OK, Susie. I bet you didn't realize that I had a
security system, did you? Of course, I'll probably have to upgrade it
with perimeter coverage after tonight," he laughed.

	"You watched me the whole while?" Susie asked incredulously.
Looking down at his other hand, she saw that he held what looked like
electronic binoculars. A night scope!

	"No. You were already pretty busy by the time I got here. By
the way, just how much did you witness in the mare barn?" Paul asked.
Recovering some of her composure, Susie just gave him a sideways
glance as she smiled knowingly.

	"C'mon. Why don't you get showered up and I'll give you a ride
home." And with that, Susie and Paul began making their way towards
the house. King followed the pair up to the fence line and then craned
his neck over the top rail. Susie and Paul both lavished King with
pats and scratches and then continued on up to the house.

	With ears pricked, King watched as the pair disappeared inside
and let out a contented sigh. "Nice mystery mare. Nice Paul."