Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an2226@anon.penet.fi (amsel)
Subject: The Horsey Set (F, horse, MF)
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 09:20:37 GMT

			    The Horsey Set
				  by
			      Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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