"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 thrusted 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 smiled and 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.

Part Three

No sooner had Susie and Paul stepped into the foyer of his house - a Colonial-style two story, mansion-like yet small enough and cozy enough to retain an abiding sense of comfort and intimacy - then they turned and looked at each other.

The moment froze like an eternity, the electricity trying to register in their minds, which were virtually fevered with the events of the previous minutes. Paul blinked at the sight of Susie before him, girlish in her appearance even though she had turned 18 months before. Endowed with 42D breasts, yet a face that radiated innocence through her soft gray eyes, framed by flowing blondish red hair, to the point that her being all but screamed out: TAKE ME, PLEASE!!!!!

Susie, in response, drank in the man before her, studying Paul as if she were trying to memorize his features so she could find him in a crowd or warzone. To her five-foot-seven form, Paul's six feet of warm and caressable flesh - highlighted by his chocolate brown eyes and rich auburn hair, hair with softness not unlike King's mane - made her very innards flutter and her knees quiver, sensations she had never known.

But, given that she was still virgin, how *could* she?

She had been saving herself for a moment, a man, a farm like this - and now her luck either was about to run out or hit the jackpot of fuck!

She made the first move, raising her left arm towards Paul.

Paul smelled the scent of his precious stallion, and instantly got a hard on. A *raging* hard on! A classic college boner of the first magnitude, the kind of stiff prick that could double as a crowbar if the right crow came along.

And Susie was damned well no crow! But she sure did need prying!

Without thinking, Paul darted his right hand to meet Susie's left, taking her palm into his fingers and, in one motion, raised the back of her hand to his lips. As he kissed her fingers, a move which made her take a deep breath and close her flaming eyes, Paul got a full blast of the scent of King's cum, and he began to absentmindedly lick Susie's now shivering fingers.

Susie felt the warmth of Paul's tongue on her trembling digits and began to breathe in ragged gulps, her moans almost whimpering in their tone as her body began to feel, and go, limp. Paul glanced up and saw Susie was going into a state of faint, and quickly flashed his right arm around her back to catch her from crashing to the floor. As she felt his strong limb encompass her, Susie suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around Paul's neck and pulled his lips to hers.

Paul froze in shock for an instant as he felt this angel turned putty quickly find a second wind to give her kisses strength; at the moment their mouths touched, Paul instinctively parted his jaw as if he expected her tongue to slip between his teeth. His anticipation was rewarded as Susie slithered her fiery probe into his opening, all but searching out his own taster as though it tried to glue itself onto his flesh. Their mouths massaged each other's passions, fanning the flames of desires long repressed and now ready to be realized.

Susie broke the embrace. "Paul, take me, please make love with me, please," she begged through ragged, gasping breaths. He smiled as he looked at this woman, and slowly rose from the floor, her form secure in his arms as he lifted her off the shiny white linoleum like foyer floor. Susie kept her gaze fixed on his sparkling eyes as Paul carried her up the black-stepped staircase, a wide angular path that rose straight forward for the first ten steps before it made a sharp right turn and continued for five steps that led to the second-floor balcony, which became the hallway that led to the several upstairs bedrooms.

Paul walked forward, carrying Susie's sensual limpness toward his bedroom, the scene one that could make some evoke Rhett Butler carrying Scarlett O'Hara up the staircase of Tara. But this was no Southern plantation - this was the crisp, green spring richness of southwestern Pennsylvania, the fertile fields side by side with the stiff granite hills of the nearby Alleghenies, a timeless contrast that put steel and softness together in the same view and breath.

Susie smiled and cuddled, with a tremble, against Paul's chest, as though she were a princess being rescued by a noble knight and carried off to safety. She snuggled and was rewarded when Paul lowered his head for a moment to gently kiss her forehead - not unlike a horse nuzzling a mare, she thought. She slowly opened her eyes and raised her left hand slowly, touching Paul's firm but smooth right cheek, her gaze a lazy, cloudy reverie in this intoxicating moment. Paul stood solid and stiff, firm yet gentle, as he carried his precious visitor who now knew *his* secrets across the threshold of his bedroom.

Susie tilted her head and looked into the room. The deep green carpet had the tint of lush meadow grass, not unlike that found where stallions and mares roamed. The room was expansive, with two sets of sliding glass doors on the east and west sides that opened to small portico-like balconies. The east side looked out over the pasture that fronted the road she took on her bicycle, while the west side gave a clear view of the horse barns. What views these provided for the person lucky enough to enjoy breakfast up here, she thought.

The bed, though, stunned her: A magnificent four-poster that seemed to be attached to the ceiling, its solid cherry columns so thick she could almost fit inside them. What made it stand out, however, was the curtain system that effectively closed it off from the outside - a touch Paul had seen while on duty with the Army in the Orient.

Susie breathed deeply and smiled as she saw how neat Paul's bedroom was. Nothing out of place, nothing messy, nothing but the proper best. She knew now she had found that special someone, the kind of man that could shut up her mother's incessant prying about "settling down". The fact he had just the kind of farm she was looking for all but confirmed her hopes, like blessings from a higher authority getting its jollies through doing good deeds.

And Paul was also enjoying the moment, hoping Susie liked the surroundings and the rich blue cotton bedsheets and comforter enough to want to stay the night, and the night after that, and all the nights after that. Although he wasn't quite ready to admit his feelings out loud yet, Paul felt a sense of falling for this gorgeous female that now knew his deepest, darkest passions and yet did not seem to be at all revolted by them. He walked over to his bed and tenderly laid the quivering girl upon the cool cloth.

Susie pecked Paul's cheek as he lowered her, her soft, pliant ass gently contacting his bedsheet, her body becoming used to the comfort and firmness of the mattress; he liked mattresses better than water beds, she realized, another point in her favor. When she slept on a waterbed at a girlfriend's during a week-long vacation several years ago, her bones felt like they had developed rust, so stiff was she in the morning. The springs slowly, comfortingly, gave way to her form and she laid back momentarily to take in the feel of the bed.

As she did so, Paul quietly crawled over her, his body covering hers like a canopy offering shade, and he bent downward to kiss her again. As his lips contacted hers and his weight began to settle on her body, Susie raised her arms and began to hug this man who just that day had hired her and now, at night, was finding reason after reason to love her...or so she believed.

Paul, lowering himself to Susie's recumbent form, silently offered prayers of thanks to whatever forces were giving him someone this special. At last, he thought, he could find happiness with another person who enjoyed the same peccadilloes, the same private ecstacies, that he did and not think him weird, perverted or ill. He took Susie's head into his hands, and began to kiss her hotly.

They writhed on the bed like teenagers trying out their first backseat, groping and hugging and frenching and sweating as they tried to show each other their growing love for one another at the same time they literally felt out each others' bodies. Paul moved his hands over Susie's luscious breasts, feeling the smoothness and firmness of the delectable teenager who was sliding her right hand up and down his crotch, as though she were trying to "braille" his ample prick.

Paul felt her hand, and his cock grew harder and harder with each feathery stroke; after several passes, each one more rapid with her hand all but trying to curl around his dick to jack him off, he raised up and began to unbutton his shirt, her hand still stroking his groin.

Susie breathed in deeply, her cunt twitching as she watched Paul slowly and confidently undo the black and red plaid shirt, which contrasted nicely with his black jeans; she made a mental note to look for a pair of them for herself, so that they would make a distinctive couple whereever they went. It was the same outfit he wore earlier that day, and Susie was sure he hadn't showered after his tryst with Sasha. God, she thought, how I can't wait to get a taste of his cock with that mare's goo coating it.

Paul let the shirt slide from his arms, revealing a smooth chest with very small hairs on it, just the kind that turned Susie on. He moved his hand towards his pants, but Susie stopped him. "No, Paul," she said. "Let me, but...let me go next." She smiled and sat up, and crossed her arms, her hands grasping the hem of her sweater. In one fluid, sensual motion, she pulled her sweater over her head and flung it behind her onto the floor. Her tits jiggled in her bra, which she then clasped in the front and opened. She let the flap-like cups fall free to her ribs, and her chest heaved out as she momentarily closed her eyes and smiled.

When she opened them, Paul was staring at her as though he were in shock. Before his good fortune, he would consider himself lucky if a gorgeous woman even *spoke* to him. And now, here was this nubile minx, a literal mare in heat, all but begging him to foal her. But that was the difference between animals and humans, he reminded himself quickly: Humans like *foreplay*! And he privately crossed his fingers, toes and testes his technique was good enough for Susie.

He thought back quickly to the day before, when she was serving him coffee. Now here she was, laying back on his bed, serving *herself*. Breakfast was sure going to be nourishing and tasty tomorrow, a thought that made him grin as he looked into his first lover's eyes.

Yes. Despite his money, his relatively good looks, his easy demeanor around animals, children and women...he was still a virgin! But Susie was going to make up for that little deficiency, here and now, and maybe for good, he hoped. Paul's hopes were raised as Susie bent forward and, grasping the buckle of his belt, quickly slipped the long leather tongue through the steel clasp and out of the way of the metal button holding the pants together.

Without wasting any further time, Susie grasped that metal button with confidence and undid her lover's pants, then took the zipper in her hand and pulled it down with a quick motion that made Paul gasp in shock and fright. She saw the look and heard the voice, and went blank for a moment - until she realized she'd yanked his fly open while he had no underwear on! She blinked and froze when she realized what the zipper's gearbox could have done to his dong, but she came back to reality when she saw that cock spring out in front of her face.

A delicious nine and a half inches of throbbing muscle and lust made its appearance level with Susie's lips, and the combination of the meat, moment and aroma - courtesy of Sasha's recently fucked horse pussy - drove the young woman over the edge. She gasped, panted and suddenly opened her mouth and dove onto Paul's prick, all but trying to swallow it whole. She felt the first human male cock she had ever seen up close in her whole life nestle against her tongue, and the softness of the skin coupled with the taste of mare made her cunt gush with hot woman cream, better than she had ever fingered herself.

At that same moment, Paul's pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of the legs quickly, his shoes coming off as he used each foot to free his limbs from the pantlegs. He had also not wore socks when he went outside, and in a flash he was nude. And getting the hot skin and hotter juice sucked off of his cock.

"Oh, fuck, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!", Paul yelled as he felt Susie deep throat his dick like she was an experienced pro instead of a virgin scared out of her wits over the prospect of getting her first fuck. As he felt her mouth take more of his manhood, Paul instinctively pushed his hips toward her face, driving his hard penis - which was just the right diameter for Susie's mouth and throat, unlike King's monstrous equine billyclub - farther into her neck. Susie swirled her tongue in a circular motion around Paul's cock as it throbbed in her mouth, all but trying to literally wash the flavor of Sasha off of him and onto her own tastebuds.

"Baaaaabeeee, thasss...great," said Paul, his brain going limp in direct proportion to his body going rigid. Paul let his head flow back as he closed his eyes and concentrated on Susie's fiery mouth, his breating beginning to take on a more rapid and ragged pace. As he focused more on the girl's jaws, Susie slowly laid back on the bed, never once taking her mouth from her man's rod, and slid her hands up his thighs to his ass. Putting her hands on Paul's backside, she grasped his firm buttcheeks and pulled him closer to her jaws, her lips parting slightly to take even more of his cock into her mouth.