I finally did it. After 4 weeks of planning, preparation, and perseverance, I finally had my first horse. Actually, I had my first 3 horses! I have had to put up with thunderstorms, tornadoes, and unexpected overtime (ka-ching$$$), but I finally pulled this off. As soon as I moved here to Tennessee, I noticed all the farms and ranches with horses around here. Since I am very experienced with canines, I figured it was time for something new. I made friends with a local farmer. He has 130 acres, which he uses to grow saplings for many of the local nurseries and to raise a few head of cattle. He also has 3 horses, all males. I rode my bicycle to his house and introduced myself. He and his wife are great people and really nice. Anyway, I asked if I could walk/hike on his land, or go fishing in the creek that runs through his property. He said I could, but that I would have to watch the cows. I told him I grew up in North Carolina and had played around cows before as a child. I also asked if I could pet the horses and he said that would be okay. I went there every few days, always spending time with the horses, feeding them carrot pieces or sugar cubes. I did this so they would feel comfortable around me. I posted some questions on Pet Lovers BBS. I got the idea of using mare scent to excite the horses.

My next step was to figure out how to get some. I drive past a horse breeder every day on my way to work. I stopped one afternoon and asked if I could get a tour. I knew that this was the spring breeding season. One of the men showed me around, answering my questions. He showed me the stalls where several of the mares were kept, separated because they were scheduled to be bred with specific stallions and couldn't be let lose with the other horses. After the tour, I walked around, ending up back at the stalls. I reached in and collected some of the hay the mare had peed on. I figured it would carry her scent. I put it in a couple of ziplock bags and stowed them in my purse. When I got home I froze them in the freezer. After that, I got together what I would need; a thermos bottle, a small towel, a 1 quart jar. I continued to visit the horses, stopping to say hi to the owners. I noticed they left for church on Sunday mornings and decided this would be the time to make my move. I took a little of the straw with me on Monday and tried it out. It WORKS!! I got an immediate reaction. I could see his cock swell and start to protrude from his sheath. If you have never seen a horse cock in person, you are missing something. Pictures fail to do it justice. Anyway, I petted him and promised to take care of him later.

Now for my tools. First the ziplock bag with the straw. I read that it was a good idea to wear steel toe shoes cause they can step on your feet. No problem, I have to wear them to work, so I'll wear them when I go. A post I read said to wear a safety helmet in case one of them tries to sit on me. Yeah right! Instead I just wore my bike helmet, better than nothing. A thick sweater in case one of them tries to bite or nip me. A thermos of warm water and a towel. I was told to bring this for 2 reasons. 1st, it will wash off their cocks, which were a little nasty to be honest. 2nd, it also helped to simulate a mare's vagina and help them cum. Then a bag of carrots and finally a 1 quart jar with lid. I like to collect trophies. I planned to save the cum and find some naughty use for it. All this was packed in my backpack, and off I went this morning.

O.K., now for the good stuff. I got there and noticed the only car there was the pick-up truck. I knocked on the door, no one home. My heart was racing as I pushed my bike behind the barn out of site of the road. Looking around, the coast was clear. The horses were standing around, doing whatever it is horses do on Sunday mornings. I pulled out my backpack off and spread out my supplies. I brought one of the horses over and let him smell the bag of hay. I talked to him and stroked his flanks, feeling his coat ripple under my fingers. It was so hot to feel his excitement, the way he pranced and stepped. Kneeling down, keeping one hand on his side to get a feel for his movements, I wrapped my fingers around his growing cock. I am not exaggerating when I say it was the most erotic thing I have ever felt. My fingers could not reach all the way around it, and it just kept growing longer and longer, finally it was as long as my forearm, and bigger around then it. It is easy to understand why horses are a symbol for virility and strength. I swear his cock felt "powerful" that's the only word I can use to describe it. I poured some water on the towel and wiped it gently, stroking up and down. I cleaned all the debris off the head and shaft and swallowed hard. I picked up the jar with my other hand and got to work. I licked and kissed that brown pillar of flesh, running my tongue over the surface of the shaft and head. I stroked him with my other hand and the warm towel, wrapping it around the shaft. The taste is hard to describe, it had a taste similar to malt, if you know what I mean. My mouth was watering and I sucked the head into my mouth , sticking my tongue into the hole, feeling the precum start to dribble out. I pulled back and let it flow into the jar, licking and stroking him all the while. I was so hot, the seat of my bicycle shorts soaked with my own juices. I continued this, scrambling to maintain my position as he slowly side stepped closer to me from time to time. After another 10 minutes, I could see and feel the head start to mushroom out, and he began to twitch more and more.

When he came, the force almost knocked the jar out of my hand, and the shaft slipped from my fingers so I lost a spurt or two as it shot onto my shoulder. It was so thick and heavy, more like a thin paste then liquid. I thought dogs came a lot but they have nothing on horses. With all the precum and cum, my jar was almost half full. The head of the cock flared so much that I couldn't get it into my mouth. As I stood up, I could smell his sweat, musty and ripe. I took him over to the barn, he was still frisky and excited. I repeated this with the second horse, filling my jar almost to the top. He was a little harder to control, kicking out occasional, and moving in a circle. He seemed to be a little hostile and I was glad to let him wander off when I was through. The last horse (brown with white accents, unlike the other 2 which were just brown) had the smallest cock, still a whopper, but at least 3 inches shorter and I could almost fit my fingers around it. I let him smell the straw and topped off my jar. Then I started to seriously suck him. I couldn't get much more than the head and a inch or two in, it was so big. I used my other hand to fondle his big balls, feeling their weight and heat in my hand. I was in heaven, my mouth stuffed with a big, leaky horse cock, both hands fondling his shaft. I got on my knees, bobbing my head up and down. After a few minutes (much too soon) I felt his balls draw up and his tip start to swell. I pulled my mouth off, afraid it would get stuck behind my teeth. I watched it grow, not 4 inches from my face. I put it up to my mouth and jacked him some more. Ever try to drink from a fire hose? I think I know how it must feel now. It was like trying to swallow lumpy pudding, I could feel it slam into the back of my throat, spraying out around my lips. I couldn't swallow it fast enough on the third spurt and had some go up my nose, choking me briefly. After that I was done, my face and shirt covered in cum, my pussy on fire, all shaky with the thought of what I had just done. I collected my stuff, threw down the rest of my carrots, and with trembling legs peddled back home. I bore down on the bicycle seat, to put pressure on my clit, cumming twice(and almost wrecking once) by the time I got home. I am still wearing the shirt and can still smell the sperm.

I now have to figure out what to do with this jar of cum, any suggestions? Well, I hope you liked reading this a little bit as much as I liked doing it. Thanks again to all who helped with advice and tips.