Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/ast/horsey.txt

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                           THE HORSEY SET

 Sandy had always been interested  in horses. She had started taking
 riding lessons at the age of 14  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 a 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 lend 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 to  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 her's. 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 18" 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  uncomfortable 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 lead (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 lead 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  magnificantly 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 blond's muffled
 cry when the  stallion's immense penis finally thrust  home. It was
 the final lunge  at the end of a superb  foot- inch 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 blond'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 unweary  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
 girls 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
 acknowledgement together  and snuggled closer  to each other.  They
 left the barn having learned much.

 Let us hope that you,  the reading audience, have learned something
 also.