Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/H/HORSWASH.TXT

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horswash.txt

   The sun shone bright and blinding on the green outside, but in the barn
it was cool and warm.  She lead the horse in from the blur outside, through
the rough grey door into the smell of fresh hay.  Each step echoed through
the empty building, as the hollow floorboards resonated with the heavy
footfalls of the fine animal.
   Her body was lean and tan, strong muscular thighs showing well under
the tight denim cutoffs that exhibited her tight ass.  Barefoot, she brought
the hose from its place in the corner, each step kicking up thousands of
tiny motes of dust in the hay that shone in the bright beams of light
peering through the cracks in the walls.  She carefully worked her way over
the back of the animal, scrubbing hard with a stuff brush against the soft
and wet hair.  Her own back showed well beneath the tank top she wore, its
firm muscles rippling below the surface of her tan skin.
   Firmly she brushed out the mane of the beautiful animal, scrubbing
hard against the tough skin below the wet coat of fur.  Short sprays of
water flew through the air, shining briefly in the short stripes of sunlight
and wetting her shirt and face.  She threw back her hair and laughed, her
freckled face gleaming with delight at the sheer enjoyment.  Her tight
nipples showed through the wet tank top, red and pointed, with tiny nipples
over the small swellings of her chest.  The horse stood, tossing back its
own mane and scattering more of the tiny droplets across her face.
   Bending down, she began to massage the chest of the fine animal.  The
slick wet hair clung to the lean and muscular body, as she slowly worked
her way down the chest.  Running her fingers over the cock of the huge
animal, her body shivered in a moment of thought.  It was large and tender;
the balls covered with a soft downy fur reminded her almost of a kitten in
their shape and size, but massaging them she felt them grow larger and
firmer.  She sat on the ground in a lotus position under the massive animal,
running her long and thin fingers across its chest.  The huge cock was
fastened to the body with a small fold of skin, clamping it tight to the
chest.  Her tiny hands ran artfully across the organ, the slick soap foaming
and dripping into her lap.  Slowly, slowly, she cupped the testes into her
large hand, holding them firmly as the animal began to wriggle and buck.
The cock was enormous by this time, so large that she could barely fit the
enormous glans into her open mouth.  She ran her tongue over it, and
withdrawing her mouth began to lick the huge pipe up and down, lapping it
as if she was licking something off its side.  Finally she could stand it
no longer.  The horse was slowly bucking, the body tossing up into the air,
sending tiny ripples across the muscles of the back.
   The black horse was quiet and well-behaved, as if it were biding its
time.  They both knew what would come next, having both performed the task
many times.  She withdrew the small stool from the table nearby, sitting it
down under the dripping chest.  Sliding out of the tiny shorts, she placed
her firm, white rear upon it, bending her chest back under that of the
animal. Her small teats shone, as the cool water dripped upon the wet shirt
she wore, the nipples ever visible through the loose fabric.  She spread her
legs underneath the huge black cock, the pink slit between them visible
under the wispy blonde hairs that shone with dew.  Tiny droplets slid from
between her waiting thighs and slid down her leg.  Slowly, she began to rub
her clit against the massive cock which grew larger, and with one hand
steadying her against the shining black flank of the animal, her other hand
slowly forced the huge organ, inch, by inch, into her waiting slit.  The
muscles about the pink folds of skin relaxed, opening and engulfing the
massive cock as it had done so many times before.  It had taken many tries
to stretch them out enough so that they could accept such a cargo, her face
tight and drawn as she pressed her cheek against the fur of the chest above
her, but with time her body had learned to well handle what her mind
desired.
   The huge body above her began to buck, rocking in a slow and regular
rhythm as it tried to pump its enormous cock into the still-slender wedge
of her pussy.  It reared up for a moment, forcing her up into the air as she
clung with both hands for dear life, feeling her body full and more than
complete.  Her clit briskly rubbed against the wet and now sweaty fur above
her, the musky scent of her slender body mingling with the sweet and pungent
horse smell that permeated every pore of her body.  Faster and faster the
animal rocked above her, as she moaned and sighed with every movement
against her body.  Her head reared back, her mouth open, screaming, as every
muscle in her body, tensed to the breaking point, began to slowly contract
over and over and over again, under no control of her own.  She gave herself
up to the rhythm, which lasted a seeming eternity.  Finally, rearing back
for one final stroke, the massive animal tossed its front legs into the air
as the cock forced its way out of her body by sheer force of the powerful
spray, splattering the sticky white fluid across her thighs and chest in
spurts. She slid off the tiny stool and lay in the hay, sore in every
muscle, but enjoying the delicious flavour of the lethargy that gripped her
body.