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...

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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 hindquarters 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.