Horsing Around
By jillgal.
If I had to describe myself, I would use the saying, worrying it like a dog with a bone, not in the physical sense, but in the mental state. When I get an idea, I gnaw on it for a while, then bury it in my mind. Only to dig up later to contemplate a little more, until one day breaking it, to get to the marrow inside when that happens! You’re ready to act on the idea.
Regarding bestiality, there are two ways to learn. The first is practical application. Just throwing caution to the wind, and go for it. The only problem is that it can end badly for you. I’ve been very lucky, up to this point later, when I’ve told people what I’ve done, I usually get chewed out. I don’t mind, simple for the most part, it was a stupid thing to do, and they love me.
The other way is second-hand information. Stories telling you of their experiences of personal practical experiences in itself can be dangerous. Let’s face it all you’re thinking of is being mounted, so everything is marred with emotion, an animal lust. You’re not thinking about how you arrived there, only the pleasure it brought you. Lastly, deciphering fact from fiction, whether the stories are based on experience or second-hand information.
This chapter of my life begins with the mucking of a stall. Many of you reading are saying gross, but don’t mind the cleaning as a horse lover. Please, it’s only crap. It will wash off. For you with horses, this is something you can understand. The smell of fresh wood chips and straw mixed with the scent of tack and feed. Grabbing a handful of straw to rub them down is a simple chore for satisfaction. Of my stock, I have four horse’s three geldings, and one mare. I know most of you are wondering where this is going. Please be patient. I will get there on my own time.
Two of the geldings and a mare of Mustang descent went to Montana to pick them up. A herd was being destroyed simply because they were in a place someone wanted. The last gelding is my jumper. I stable them at night and let them pasture during the day. You can remember them. They’re not significant in the story, just part of the stable.
At the time, we had a stallion snake bit, so we moved him to a place we could watch him and have easy access in case of complications. Why I mucked, his stall put him on the hot walker for exercise. Took him back to his stall for some sweet oats and a rub down to cool off. I’m probably not describing this right, but the best way to put it is that his dick falls out. Not a sexual thing happens. I’ve been around horse breeding all my life, so I have some hands-on experience. Sometimes he has a hard time hitting the hole. Right! Like you have never had, at least once in your life. So you take it in your hands and help him find Wonderland.
Now as a footnote, I’d be amiss not to tell this. I find it humorous. I’m a tease. I won’t insult your intelligence by saying it was an accident. Times like this will wear a tight pair of jeans, giving you a hint of camel toe. A sleeveless blouse, tie it above the navel. Leave it unbuttoned just enough to see the wisps of my sexy bra. Then start the cat and mouse games, of them trying to look down it. Hehe, don’t fool yourself. We’re the cat playing with our food. Most guys don’t stand a chance, no matter how old. Next, you position yourself as the grabby if the stallion starts missing. So here’s where you’re at; holding the horse’s penis, bent over just a touch to make your butt look good. After you help him find his mark, you’ll be surprised how many shirts are no longer tucked in. OK, let’s get back to the story.
At this point, it’s idle curiosity. It hasn’t all fallen out yet, but it’s huge. I peek over the stall to see if anyone’s around. You tend to do that after getting caught once, plus some close calls. Sorry different chapter for the telling. Leavening the stall to see what trucks are in the yard tells me who’s around. At this hour, no one. At the work table, find what I’m looking for, a measuring tape. Not the type I want, but one that will work. Beggars can’t be choosy. One of them sticks kind that folds out. The 1st fourteen inches are faded to nothing.
I don’t care because I know that suckers will be bigger. Getting back to the stall, only to find it drawled back in. Now earlier asked to have patients, for it’s something I’m gifted with, after what seemed like a million texts. It finally fell out again; I waited the appropriate time to avoid getting peed on. Something not able to get excited over got my tape out and reached down to get a handful. Guess just too much for the big guy. I would have made Jack jump the candle stick proudly.
He started stomping and leaning into me, and I became very nimble. Dropped the tape, which he promptly broke, went under, then over to safety. I now had my bone to start chewing. At the time had no idea where it’d take me. I buried it in the back of my mind for later thought.
After a short time passed, I was out for my morning run seems like lately, every time I see a horse, he’s hanging, as a testimony of my failed attempt. Don’t think I forgot about that bone. Pulled it out a few times to chew on it. I even googled it and was amazed at the information you can find. It was the size of someone else’s horse, not the one I wanted to know. I was, at this point, becoming aware that the bone was getting bigger. Same problem. Just curious about how hard it is to make a horse cum. I love solving a problem. The first problem was that getting him to the stable nights without arousing suspicion was easy. Just opened a corridor and gave him sweet oats every night. He’s waiting for me to let him in every night.
The next obstacle faced was after getting him aroused, a controlling factor. My 1st attempt was feeble at best, more like a test run. Saddled him and then put him on three legs after removing a couple of boards from the stall. My idea was to reach in with my hand and try it. If it works, move into the stall. It was a bust. He could move too much for comfort. Then it dawned on me how easily he could break my arm like the stall proved dangerous.
Open ground? Need to think about this a little more. Moving on, how to excite him? A dog, a few strokes a whiff are two, and your pretty much there. Bull? Shove the vibrator up his backside and have him cumin all day. What can I say watched this all my life, so not surprised I’m into animals.
On the other hand, we’ve bred quite a few. When the mare was in season, the stallion would do his job. I had my answer. My 1st question was a revelation I had a few nights later. Two weeks passed, then I was in business.
I’m a freak for dressing up sexy, but sometimes practicality wins out. For my little excursion, I choose bib-overalls and tank-top simple blue. My chief concern was not getting my toes stomped on. Not owning a pair of steel-toed boots, did the next best thing liberate an old pair from one of my brothers, size 12? After saddling the stallion for our Rondaview with destiny. Retrieved my items for success and placed in the saddle bag hobbles, stake, hammer, and jar of pee. No, I told you not into that. I did, on the other hand, have a few revelations.
One, why have a second horse when you can catch the pee and have the scent of a mare in season? Then keep it in the refrigerator till you need it. It works on dogs; I used to get as much as possible from bitches in heat, then hide it in a fridge to use as needed. Then when they were going hunting, they put it in a spray bottle and squirt all the truck beds. After a good whiff, all thoughts of hunting were over when they put the dogs in the truck. The only thing they wanted to do was find that bitch in heat. The same reasoning went into it. How’d I catch it? That I’m trying hard to forget!
We rode the roundabout way to the chosen location. I wanted him a little tired, but not enough to hinder my expectations. After driving the stake, hobbling him, and doing some test shoves and pushes, I was satisfied with the results. The moment of truth had arrived; he opened the jar under his nose. He got confused and looked around. Ya, it fell out! I was dancing around in celebration when it accrued to me that I had failed to bring a measure. I wasn’t about to have my good cheer put off on a little oversight like that.
In writing a story, it’s easy to lose readers’ interest. It took almost seven weeks to get standing here. It was a long row to hoe. I love old people’s sayings! I was proud to be standing in that spot, accomplishing everything I set out to do, save getting a measure. Now it was time to play. I’m not sure how much to write, I don’t want you bored, on the other hand. Want you to know some of the things a girl will do with idle curiosity. Some you’ll find sexy, others stupid and weird, things of a sexual nature, others what ifs.
I stood there looking at that huge, humongous; monster, gigantic, and many other verbs could use to describe his penis. I was surprised to find there were no butterflies. I wasn’t the least bit nervous just wanted to play. Squatted down, took his dick in both hands, put my thumbs together, and reached around with my forefingers. They wouldn’t touch. Next had to put my fingertips on the head and straighten my arm as I leaned into it, almost to my shoulder!
Up to this point, prodding, poking, and seeing how much it would bend. Everything you wanted to know about a horse dick but was afraid to ask. Then started stroking it up and down the whole length, half a dozen times. He started stopping around, so I dropped it quickly, thinking I was upsetting him. It might have been my imagination, but when he turned and looked, the question in his eyes was, why’d you stop? Repositioned me back in to continue jacking him and did something never done before spit on it. It seemed to help some, so do it again.
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Part Two…
Sometimes get weird thoughts, and start giggling uncontrollably. I’m under a horse jacking him, and then I think about how many licks to lick a tootsie pop. I imagine standing before Professor Owl, asking him how many licks it takes to cover a horse’s dick. He gives me a dignified look and says, “My dear woman, you need to find out yourself” I warned you I was weird! Eleven from the base to the head, working around your starting point, overlapping just a touch to ensure everything’s licked. Fifty-two if up and down, you can get half from one side, then move to the other for the rest. Be nice with your comments. I had this huge dick and plenty of curiosity. It was playtime, and I was weird.
Horse’s dicks are awesome. I don’t mean by size. That’s wonderful in itself. I meant to feel and texture. One second, it’s long and hard if you’re not paying attention. Out in La la land, it draws in quickly and becomes limp. I found the head was my favorite part. It reminded me of a Nerf ball with skin. Someone else may describe it differently, but to me, it was soft, flexible, like memory foam. No matter how much you squished it, it would always return to its original form.
The shaft, when he was full-on hard, standing at attention. A guy told me that one time, I was naïve, so I asked him if he was in the military. It was explained to me later. I always wanted to use it! When you grasp it, it’s very firm, with not much give. You’re able to trace the veins running throughout it. As it grows limp, it first loses its thickness, and your fingers can press further into the mass. Upon examining the whole penis in large, I decided I liked the head the best; it was the easiest part to play with.
Started with a little kissing and nibbling, working the area where the head mushrooms from the shaft. My tongue licks the shaft teasing the bulb as I follow its contours, taunting it with light bites feeling the softness of the head as it caresses my cheek. Becoming very aroused doing the little dance of foreplay. My hand crept down to tease the fire building between my legs, a light rub through my overalls. Unable to become truly satisfied, so much course material stands in the way, like a chastity belt keeping the fingers from reaching their goal, the prize just out of reach.
I reach up to loosen a button as the bib falls, exposing a hard nipple straining against the thin fabric. I’m now unable to resist the temptation, eased the dick crossed my lips to render it a goodbye kiss. Over my chin down to my neck, pushing it up to touch an ear tilting my head to trap it in a shoulder hug by giving the shaft gentle kisses. Running the dick down my arm and into my hand, giving a squeeze before the return trip, watching the goosebumps trailing like marching soldiers.
When finding a resting place within my exposed cleavage around the swells of my breast in slow circles, round, and round, till it touched my nipple. At this point was mad with lust and had to feel bare skin, an uncontrollable urge!
Reaching up to undo the other button, everything happened at one time. When the strap fell, the flap followed. One does not take off bib overalls. When you unhook them, they fall off, and you step out. Being squatted down, the front went to my knees, the back past my ass. I pushed myself up, like from a deep knee bend, only to fall over my ankles onto the ground. Losing my balance, and I fell. I’m on my hands and knees trying to kick them off over a size twelve boot, and that’s not happening.
Forced to roll over onto my butt and sit my half-clad ass on the cold ground, looking for my clasp knife in my pockets to cut the tape. Tape? No matter how tight I laced them, size twelve boots still clomped. Put on three pairs of socks knee-high, calf height, and anklets. Wrapped duct tape around the top, my feet would swish and swim but not clomp. Finally free from all the confining hardware, I stood in stocking feet, panties, and tank tops that lasted not long for this world. After all, this exercise was based on removing it, and off it went. My play toy had become limp. Time for some more witch’s brew.
By this time, I had cooled off a little. Still aroused but without that uncontrollable hunger, my panties were still damp. He squatted back down to take up his member, remembering a saying, going so deep it choked her. OMG, I just had to see. No, not in the way you’re thinking! I’m quite limber, so I moved under the horse like one limbo. Pressed his dick on my belly and did the crab walk before my pussy could get up. It touched my neck. So now I know it’s possible to choke a girl coming from the kitty.
Not that I’d advise trying! Getting down was much harder than getting up. Also, being up like that, I realized something else I could try; I’ve heard my girlfriends talk about it, so now’s an opportune time. I slip back into a crouch and rub his cock on my breast once more, instantly feeling the embers begin to rekindle into a flame. I guide the head into the softness that separates my breast. I quickly learn to arch my back and let go of the member relying on the stiffness to hold it in place. Press both sides of my tits to rap around the dick.
First, there was a drag, a little bump, bump, bump. What I needed was a little lubricant. I used it before, so what the heck? As it came before my face, I spit. The grind becomes smoother with each stroke. My fire turned into a roaring blaze, my pussy was soaked my panties were drenched. I tried to remove one hand only to find my breast wouldn’t retain his glory.
I was caught, either being titty fucked or masturbation the last won out. My fingers did not hesitate as they went down, over, or under. I want skin. Under the elastic, my hand moved a couple of hard rubs till my finger found that spot, the first small orgasm with a horse.
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Part Three…
When I first became curious about horses, I asked a friend from BF, my go-to guy. For those of you that are new, don’t be afraid to ask. There are some of the most caring and wonderful people here. The knowledge one can attain can be staggering. He did his best to explain, but I became lost in translation. I presume he had a great laugh, but never to my face. Was very kind and patient with my lack of savvy? In his wisdom decided the best way to educate me was through a video. I watched it a few times and took notes. Paid close attention to details and even found ways to improve the experience through her mistakes.
I had my first orgasm, not satisfied yet, the fires not quenched. Wanting more, not sure what? Better yet, how far I’m willing to travel on this road. I hold his hand, the other softly petting my kitty. Teasing her with slow movements, not quite penetrating it with my finger building up to that explosive orgasm. I’ve moved his penis down my stomach to touch my naval, find a need to insert a finger in the wanting pussy.
Shift my weight on my toes to rise a little higher, to have the head half on my panties, but still feel it next to my skin. I’ve become slightly embarrassed, rubbing it so close to my pussy. Gave that quick look around like you were caught doing something naughty. I remove the finger, then the hand, all the while moving to a standing position. Breasts amongst the hide, nipples were feeling the scratchy pull as they pushed across the hairy grain. So many unique sensations the mind cannot settle on which bring the greatest pleasure.
My body is alive; all embarrassment has fled with the parting wind. I now remember why I stood. All confusion slowly erodes. Put his member on my hip, slowly dragging it up until it reached its peak, and forced me to move around the front. Across till I find the other hip over the top of my lower leg rubbing my inner thigh. Looking around once more, then arched my back, feeling his penis on my pussy, through the fabric.
I’m wet. My juices are flowing freely, have another small orgasm. My back is under strain it’s difficult to hold this position. Turning around to put my butt beneath him spreading my legs a little as an afterthought, and slipped my panties down to feel his flesh on my skin.
When I reached between my legs to take up his dick again, sadly, I found he had drawn up some. It wouldn’t quite touch without much yanking and pulling. I had two choices: scoot further under, stop what I was doing, and get him to rock hard again. I’m on my knees again, getting very used to this position now, looking at the underbelly of a horse. After making a few strokes and a little spit polish, the stallion was ready to stallion. I jumped up quickly to enjoy the feel of his member, causing him a little start.
A few cooing words calmed him right down. I grasped him from between my legs, feeling his dick rub against my ass. I couldn’t believe I had another orgasm. So far, I’ve touched my cheek, arms, neck, tits, belly, legs, and ass, and I can still get off. I had to take that last look around as I slid it down my cheeks where they met. Not out of guilt, well maybe a little; it was more like having my hand in one of Southy’s cookie jars, worrying about getting caught.
As it neared my kitty, I felt the goose bumps rise, that little shudder of anticipation. I’d worked so hard for this moment. I lightly pushed it across my lip, just softly caressing. Arching my back just a little so that monster could move along my belly to my navel. My breath quickened, and I felt the heat rise to my face heartbeat caught in my throat.
Dragging it back, pressing much harder, feeling my lips give way, exposing pink back and forth, my hip picks up a little rhythm as I grind. I’m positive it’s big, but I want to have more. I run my other hand up his dick freeing it for other uses. Opening my legs wider, bending down lower, I wish to see this, a monster against my pussy. Spreading my lip, making a V, and watching a small corner of his head disappear was too much. I had a violent orgasm. Not one that makes you want to stop for the night, but one you wish to take a little rest for round two. I hadn’t had my fill of pleasure yet.
As I stood there contemplating my next move, I was surprised to find a thin sheen of perspiration on my skin. As I told you before, I watched a video a wonderful friend provided me. Doing so, I saw they should have made that little thing easier. I walked over, then let the stirrup down. There’d be no frog hopping for me. I decided before that using my magic elixir and getting him to rock hard again better check my creation.
I would hate to get him ready and then hop around in stocking feet. I put one foot up in the stirrup, felt comfortable, pushed myself off him, and took two hops back. I’m on one leg. Of course, I’m going to hop. Looked between my legs to make sure my pussy lips had that little natural part, just a hint of pink. Perfecto!
To my disappointment had to use the last of the elixir. Not to waste any poured the rest on his hackamore. Bingo; I love to watch the beast unleashed. By this time, it’s fair to say I’m an expert at working that huge dick. Undaunted or intimidated by its size, taking it in both hands to give it gentle strokes. Squaring off with the side of the head to give it licks and bites. My jacking of it gets stronger with each pass I make. I found the feel of his dick on my breast war very erotic feeling.
While moving his dick down to caress my breast and nipples, my hand drifted over my belly, finding the hot moist opening between my parted legs and slipping a finger into its depths. Without noticing, a friend joined the first. Curiosity overwhelmed me, so I slid the third one in. My imagination ran wild as I contemplated being fucked by a horse, bringing forth a round of renewed orgasms.
For the first time, I’m beginning to believe a little penetration is possible, matching my three fingers to his head. It’s so soft and flexible. I’m impulsive ripe, and willing to the decisions made. To my dismay, I sense his head lower; he gives a shutter, then loses his seed.
To say there was a lot is an understatement. When it first happened, my reaction was that he was peeing on me. How gross. One of the things that crossed my mind on a regular base, I had become aggressive. Attacked his dick with no thought, just lust. I just wanted to feel it on my pussy, pressing it against my opening as an agent seeking refuge. Instead, I was working the head with my lips, kissing the ark on the smooth round. I wasn’t hit with the full blast, but much worse, much, much worse. My hair sucked it up like a sponge. As I back peddled to escape from underneath him, I could smell that musky wild scent, almost intoxicating. Finding myself torn between getting it out of my hair, and tasting it, then running my fingers through it found a glob of sticky warm horse sperm. I looked at my fingers. Temptation won out, just a small taste. It was OK, nothing like a dog, or maybe a better way of saying, not as appealing.
Like all experiences, they must draw to a close. My time in this one had expired. I still found myself sexually frustrated after freeing him from his confinement, giving him a pat on his rump to send him on his way. It dawned on me that I had no way home but foot power.
The End.
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