A Horse Named Grant!
By wolfmanknot.
One drawback of city life was that your bush parties were in the ravine. The only times my close group of friends partied up north was when we were old enough to have cars and go camping. Those weekends were typically drunken benders.
My first car was a Chrysler Volare, a little heavy on gas but opened up on the weekends. When my close buddy John moved to Unionville, it was the beginning of weekend parties that were out of this world. John’s dad was a diamond salesman and purchased a Victorian home on the top of a hill down some side road I can no longer recall. I remember it had a barn in the back surrounded by fields. The nearest neighbor was a couple of miles down the road.
On weekends, I would drive out to John’s place, and his dad would make sure that the liquor cabinet was packed and ready to be raided. We often had a band in the barn that attracted a good crowd.
One weekend, when our party was tuning up, we could hear a bush party underway down the road. The sound of this woman laughing boisterously and periodically chanting, “Chukka Nakkka Nakkka,” piqued our curiosity, but more mine than John’s. I asked John if he wanted to go down and check it out and see what their party looked like.
John said, “Fuck it, let’s just do our thing,” I was not up to a long walk alone as an uninvited guest.
That night started like most others. Later, when the band was winding down, and I was sufficiently liquored, I decided to see what ‘chukka nakka’ and her gang were up to. The walk down the laneway to the back 90 was easy going but seemed to take forever to bring me to the place where the bonfire had dwindled to a low orange haze. As I approached, I could see at least four people passed out near the fire and what looked like a long-legged redhead leaning on a guy’s chest. I was close enough to know that she was a fair bit older than me, and I guessed her to be in her mid-20s. My approach was silent, and I could get close without disturbing the underbrush.
Suddenly, ‘Chukka’ slapped the guy in the chest and got up. In doing so, he keeled over, no doubt drunk and immovable. I heard her slur, “Fuck you then, I’m just fine,” She stood up and began walking away from me and towards the farmhouse at the other end of this property.
At that moment, I should have turned around and gone back, but my teenage hormones told me to follow her. Maybe I could meet her without creeping her out and get to know her.
I followed her at quite a distance, but my night vision never lost sight of her for a moment. I followed her down the laneway at a distance, confident that she was unaware of my pursuit. Instead of heading into the house, ‘chukka’ continued to the barn that lies just a bit further ahead. Her walk staggered a little bit, and I could hear her engage in a conversation with herself that amused me slightly. She waved a bottle of what I assumed to be wine as she talked. I was hoping to come up with an idea for introducing myself without looking like a desperado fool. As she closed in on the barn, I desperately sought a line to break the ice.
Chukka walked into the front of the barn, and I fantasized about how excellent it would be to have a roll in the hay. I was very inexperienced sexually, but I thought everyone loved to fuck in a barn. What came next was an experience I’ll never forget. I didn’t follow her right into the barn. Instead, I went around the side and peered through the gap in the boards to observe her. To my surprise, she had turned on a light at the stall that housed what looked to me like a thoroughbred racehorse.
I heard her ask him, “How is Grant today?” as she petted his forehead.
Grant bobbed his head, and I could now see that Chukka was a gorgeous redhead with curled shoulder-length hair that the healthy breasts must have nourished that she carried around. Chukka took Grant out of his stall and tied him to a post beam while talking nice to him and telling him how he was such a good boy. Grant had a brown face with a triangular marking between his eyes that extended down towards his nose. He waved his head and sniffed the air. I felt confident he was aware of my presence. He was a massive horse, but he seemed like a gentle giant. Chukka collected a pail of what looked like sweet mix grain and posted it for him. While Grant started eating without prompt, Chukka started stroking Grant down the length of his body.
The sight of her rubbing Grant down was becoming more and more interesting to me. I sensed that she was not Grant’s trainer, and it was a very early hour to be feeding the horse. My eyes grew as wide as silver dollars when she reached between Grant’s legs and squeezed the tip of his penile area. Grant neighed, but she continued in that spot for at least two minutes. I stirred slightly and tried to keep my balance on my perch as the side of the barn was a downward grassy hill, and the dew had made it a little slick.
Chukka was getting excited and began to rub herself between her legs as Grant’s dong began to hang like a sausage in a meat parlor. I could feel my heart beating more rapidly and was unsure if I should run away or sit put and hope I was overlooked. Chukka dropped her blue jeans and started to rub her ass against Grant’s side. I started thinking about the book we read in English last year, Equus. I slept most of the class but knew it was related to a disturbed kid and horses.
I could not imagine what might happen next, and I was too shocked to move. I had to sit still and keep peering through the wedge in the boards. Fortunately, the light made it possible to get a good view of Chukka’s pussy. If only the light would help me to get it! I knew at this time that nobody would believe me, so I accepted that this would be one of those things that, as remarkably as it occurred, would be accepted only by me.
Chukka was winding her backside up Grant’s side with a reticulating motion that made me jealous of Grant. Here I was, an 18-year-old stud with no girlfriend, watching a beautiful woman getting hot and bothered, and I was as frozen as the dead. Grant kept chewing grain and stirring slightly from time to time. He seemed nonplussed with the situation. I watched Chukka pull her hand through the middle of her legs and see how thick and meaty her labia was. At this time, I became aware that my cock was trying to break out of my pants and take her pussy on its own. Chukka pawed at her hole with one hand and stroked Grant’s foot and a half-long peg.
She turned to face Grant with calm wind and dragged her forearms along his length. By my estimation, Grant’s cock was two-thirds erect when Chukka tried to wrap her lips around the tip of it. Something about his dick set her off as she slurped at the tip of his dick and earnestly attempted to swallow the tip. Her left hand held his tip, and her right pumped his shaft while her head bobbed side to side. Grant’s pride was damn near two feet long by my estimation, and he confirmed my suspicion that he was enjoying having his dick blown by tapping his right hind leg.
I, too, was, appreciating the show and slowly motioned to free my fully erect prick, nearly tearing a hole in my jeans. As I undid the top button and lowered my fly, I felt an erection like none I’d ever had before. The tip of my penis was already oozing precum, and I felt like a single stroke would pop me off.
At this time, Chukka began working Grant’s meat stick with one hand, and her mouth cupped over him while the other hand pulled at her quim. My chance location yielded a bird’s eye view of her squatted cunt that looked better than anything I’d ever seen.
Chukka stood up and bent over in front of Grant. She maneuvered his penis between her legs and rubbed it back and forth against the wet spot she produced between her legs. I could hear her breathing in gasping breaths and figured she was in ecstasy.
I never thought she would try to put Grant’s massive cock inside her, so needless to say, I nearly fell off my perch when she squeezed the tip of his dong and tried to force it into her. After a couple of tries, she must have succeeded. However, I could not see from my vantage point.
I heard an audible “Oooouuuuuuuu” as she shucked her ass toward Grant.
After that, she jerked her body back and forth and moaned rhythmically. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my weeping cock. I was not going to miss out on the fun. I stroked my cock a few times but had to stop. The situation was so intense that anymore and I would cum. Chukka’s moaning grew louder and louder. I looked around in fear that someone would be roused but was blinded looking into the dark after staring at her in the light for so long. I thought she hurt herself several times as her pitch changed from “Oooooooo” to a sharp “Ahhhhhhh.”
Chukka was in full flight, taking a good length of Grant’s dick deep inside her. I could see the lateral distance she was covering, and the underside of her belly appeared to bulge as she buried him in herself. Chukka had her eyes closed and was sweating from the effort. Her lip was curled up, and her brow was furled. She hammered herself against Grant’s cock, which was maintaining its integrity. Chukka huffed and puffed as she impaled herself on Grant. The stallion must have decided that the pushing was not to his liking because he neighed and quivered in his back end. Chukka slowed. I stared, not sure what to expect. Then Grant’s ass squeezed, and he thrust himself forward, driving his cock so deep into Chukka that she did utter a sound that included an element of pain.
Her eyes opened wide, and I felt like she looked right at me as she exclaimed, “Ohhhh yeah.”
Then Grant’s cock fell out of her, and the tip of his penis flared like an umbrella. Simultaneously a massive wad of Grant’s cum fell to the ground and ran down Chukka’s leg. The sight was unbelievable. Chukka was grinning like the Cheshire cat and turned on Grant once again. She licked his cock slowly and deliberately until it was clean. I pulled myself to ejaculation and carefully took the opportunity to make a quiet retreat.
I saw Chukka the next day after lunch. It was Sunday, and most people were getting ready to head home. I watched her put on a leather jacket and head over to the back of a waiting motorcycle; I knew I was looking to see if she walked funny. I wanted to fuck her more than any woman in the world, and I still do! It turned out that she was the daughter of a friend. She would party in this area a lot, and John and I even climbed her TV tower once to peep into her bedroom. John never saw her fuck Grant, and, of course, he did not believe me.
The End.
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