Liz and Janie
By bmwmerdriver.
That slowed my step. I was about to barge into the barn and start screaming about all the lights being left on. I had a horse boarding facility, and the young twits left there after school always left all the lights on. This evening was no exception other than I had not seen any cars in the parking area, and it was past time that usually everyone had gone for the evening.
I immediately recognized both the name and the voice. Janie was eighteen, a waif-ish little girl with all skin and bones and medium-length mousy brown hair. She could be found here at just about any time, including mealtime. She was my daughter’s friend, and if she wasn’t picked up by one of her parents, she usually found her way to our house to wait. She could be annoying, but you couldn’t help but like her. She just seemed overlooked by her family most of the time.
Now, the voice was another matter altogether. A basic pain in the ass from the word go, but what a body. I don’t know, let’s see, a five foot seven eighteen-year-old brunette, Heather Graham. Long legs, thin in the hips but with a nice ass and then the boobs. Not just boobs but real tits, not too overwhelming, but certainly more than a hand or mouthful. They stuck out. They rode high. They bounced when she walked like they were fighting to get out, you know, that kind of tits! Visually, she was a real joy to behold as she rode her horse. Those legs spread that ass firmly fixed in the saddle, and those TITS bounced as the horse trotted or cantered.
Her name was Liz, short for Elizabeth, another offspring of parents who were tired of parenting because they thought they were through years earlier. Liz was caustic in her comments, sharp-tongued, and generally tried to portray an ‘I could give a shit’ attitude. She, too, had found a second home here, so it was no surprise that she and Janie had become friends. Liz is nineteen.
I stopped short of the corner and entrance and went into stop motion. I held my breath while waiting to see if I had been heard approaching. I wondered, ‘What the hell is going on there?’
In the twenty seconds, I held my breath. I heard Janie ask, “What does it feel like? Good, I bet.”
“You can’t believe how good it feels. Look at my nipples. They’re already pokin’ out just like when you suck on them, Janie.”
When she does WHAT? I suddenly realized that I was still holding my breath. I slowly and quietly let my breath out. I was stunned for the moment. So I thought we’d got a little lez-action going on between these two. But what was going on now? Who was licking those tits?
I slowly inched forward so I could peek around the corner of the doorway. I didn’t immediately see anything or anyone. What I did see was the feed bin open. Another of my grievances: no one is supposed to be in the feed bin except employees. Then, I saw shadowy reflections coming from the grooming stall just on the other side of the wash rack.
These were open-fronted stalls for horses to be tied while being groomed. They had eyehooks on each side of the walls to tie up the horse. I could hear the jingle sound from the crosstie straps. A horse was tied up there. From my vantage point, I couldn’t see into the stall, so I didn’t know who was in it. Too often, the kids would leave their horses tied up there while cleaning the stalls.
I knew I couldn’t go into the aisle way to get a better look that would leave me out in the open with no cover if I had to retreat. How could I see what was going on in that stall?
I thought for a moment. The tack room was on the other side of the rear wall of the grooming stall. There were spaces between some of the boards. Surely, I could look into the grooming stall from that point of view.
I slowly and quietly turned around and headed back toward the tack room door. I had to be quiet and hoped the door wouldn’t make any noise. I slowly opened the door, and at the back wall, I could see slats of light coming through the cracks from the stall lights.
‘This is going to work,’ I thought as I quietly made my way to the back wall. I picked a point in the corner where I thought I could see without anyone seeing me from the other side and edged up to the wall. What I saw was unbelievable. The girls had tied Rocky, Janie’s horse, head-in in the stall, which meant he was pointed toward the back of the stall. Liz was standing in front of Rocky at his head, and Janie was slightly off to one side. He was cross-tied with two lead lines, which allowed him to move his head considerably.
The only movement he was engaged in at the moment was slurping Liz’s magnificent boobs with an up-and-down movement of his head. This was the jingling sound I had heard. His long tongue would run out as he started below one tit and licked his way past the nipple to the top of this flesh mound.
The tits are on a platter, in a sense. Liz’s shirt was opened and pulled back to either side. She had pulled her boobs out over the top of her bra. Her tits were held out to the horse as though they were being offered to him by hands underneath them.
They were everything I had imagined them to be and more. They were perfect. Two things occurred as I looked at the scene in front of me. First, I noticed a distinct surge of blood into my heretofore sleeping member, and secondly, the distinct appearance that Liz’s tits were darker than the rest of her chest.
As I continued to stare at the spectacle before me, I realized that her tits were covered with darker brown coloring. Rocky was slathering his tongue across Liz’s tits with a vengeance. That’s when it hit me: the feed bin was open. Rocky is licking like a madman. She had rubbed molasses all over both tits!! Sure enough, as I looked in Janie’s direction, I saw that she was still holding the jar. We used molasses to sweeten up small portions of feed, particularly when administering oral medications to horses that otherwise would refuse it.
“Man, he’s goin’ after your boobs, Liz,” Janie said.
“Yeah, they feel like they’re goin’ to explode freakin’,” Liz exclaimed. “My nips are hard as nails, too!”
Indeed, Liz’s nipples were distended to about ž of an inch and appeared tight and hard. Even part of the areolas was crinkled up. Janie put one hand into the molasses jar and brought a big glob between her thumb and forefinger. She stepped closer to Liz and coated the first one, then the other nipple, between Rocky’s licks.
“OOOoooohhh, that feels great, Janie,” Liz cooed. “It always feels good when you touch them.”
“I’m getting hot, too, just watching. I think I’m leaking into my panties,” Janie cried.
“I know,” breathed Liz, “my snatch is on fire right now,” as she started to push one hand down the front of her jeans.
“Wait, Liz, let me.”
As Janie stepped in between Liz and Rocky, she got on her knees under Rocky’s head as he continued the assault on those bursting boobs. Janie was now on her knees in front of Liz. She reached forward and unsnapped the top of Liz’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. Liz’s eyes were closed, and her head rolled back on her shoulders as Janie slid the jeans down off her hips.
Now my cock was at full attention and straining to get out, so I thought, ‘Why the hell not,’ and ran my zipper down as Janie continued to tug Liz’s jeans.
A neatly shaved V-shaped wedge of pubic hair appeared above an otherwise shaved young cunt. We were both going guerilla with no underpants!! As soon as she had unobstructed access, Janie reached out and ran her fingers from Liz’s slit right up to her clit and began to rub it vigorously with her index finger.
“Ooh, you’re wet already,” Janie said.
I grabbed my rock-hard prick and began to jack it up and down slowly. It was already weeping pre-cum like an open faucet.
As Janie continued to stroke Liz’s clit, Rocky had just washed all the molasses off her turgid tit flesh and was looking for more. Janie placed her hands on each of Liz’s hips, leaned forward, and began to run her tongue up and down the slit in front of her.
“Yes, yes, Janie, eat my pussy!” cried Liz as she humped her hips forward into Janie’s probing tongue.
Janie continued to probe as far as her tongue would reach into the folds of Liz’s cunt, sometimes moving up to suck on the nubbin of Liz’s clit, each time eliciting a deep groan from Liz. Both were unaware of the streak of molasses smeared from Liz’s cunt up to where Janie’s right hand rested on Liz’s hip for support.
Rocky’s nose found it first. He then lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick Janie’s fingers. As she instinctively moved them, Rocky followed the molasses trail with his tongue. Not to be denied, he easily pushed Janie aside with his head, never ceasing his slurping. But now a new scent was picked up in his nose, the scent of a hot cunt, truly a bit different yet familiar enough to trigger an autonomic response.
He moved straight for the origin of the sex scent and, in true equine fashion, curled his upper lip as male horses do when the odor of a hot pussy is detected. Without a pause, his long tongue shot out and invaded the slick hot slit at the end of his nose and licked deep and hard right up and across Liz’s clit with his long coarse tongue.
Her eyes popped open, and her pelvis shot forward in response as she mouthed a long “Shiiiit!”
Before she could move again, Rocky’s tongue made the same trip again, only deeper and harder. That took her over the edge.
“FUCK!” she hissed from between clenched teeth as her hips spasmed involuntarily and
Rocky licked again. This time, Liz went weak in the knees as she tottered backward and came to rest against the back wall of the stall. Still upright but sagging with the wall supporting her, she grabbed a tit in each hand and squeezed, then pinched each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and pulled hard, another “FUCK!” streaming from between still clenched teeth.
Her right hand shot down to her pussy. She wiped up her juices, horse spit, and molasses and jammed her index middle finger into her cunt as far as she could and frigged her hand up and down it a blur.
Another, “FUUUCK,” as she slid down the wall.
I could see her abdomen rippling as another orgasm shook her. That’s all it took for me, about five more quick strokes, and I was spewing cum all over the wall in front of me. I was breathing so hard that I was sure I could be heard a block away.
Rocky was stomping his front hooves and sliding them along the concrete floor of the stall, indicating his displeasure with having his snack so unceremoniously taken away. That’s what covered the sound of my gasping for air. Janie was back on her feet from landing in a pile when Rocky pushed her out of his way.
She ran over to Liz and gasped, “Are you okay?”
“Okay, my ass,” responded Liz. “That was fuckin’ trippy. I’ve never gotten off like that before. What a fuckin’ trip. I almost freaked out when I opened my eyes after the first lick, but then he licked again. I went off like crazy.” Liz was still gasping for breath. “You gotta try that, Janie.”
Rocky’s pawing and stomping brought all attention back to him. “You’ve got a killer tongue there, boy,” Liz said as she regained her feet and started pulling her jeans up so she could walk without shuffling her feet. She stepped back in front of Rocky as he lifted his head and curled his upper lip again. He tried to reach her with his tongue, but Liz said, “Sorry, boy, but you’ve licked my tits raw.”
“Liz, look at Rocky’s thing!” exclaimed Janie.
“What thing?” Liz responded, wrinkling her brow.
“You know, his thing, his whang, his dick, his thing,” retorted Janie with some exasperation.
She was still standing to one side and pointing toward Rocky’s flank. Liz moved from directly in front of Rocky and joined Janie. She looked in the direction Janie’s forefinger was pointing. She gasped as her eyes locked on the subject of Janie’s comment.
“Damn, look at that prick,” Liz hissed. “It’s huge. Did he get a hard-on from licking me? I didn’t think he could do that. I mean, he’s a gelding. He’s got no balls.”
“I don’t know about all that, but you could make a dead man get a hard-on with that body of yours,” said Janie as Liz stood beside her and put her arm around the younger girl.
“You’re just saying that because you like me,” responded Liz as she pulled Janie’s head toward her in a hug. Janie reached up and began to cup Liz’s still-exposed breasts.
“Oooo, careful, they are raw.”
Suddenly, there’s the sound of flying gravel and three quick toots of a car horn.
“OH SHIT, IT’S MY MOM,” screamed Liz as she began to scramble to get her tits back in her bra and her shirt fastened. “Hurry, get Rocky into his stall so Mom won’t see his dick pokin’ out. Hand me my jacket so I can cover up my soaking shirt.”
The girls scrambled in two directions. Janie took Rocky to his stall, and Liz finished getting herself back in some state of order before her Mom pulled up in front.
“Liz, you ready,” yelled Marsha from the car window. “We’re late already.”
“Ready, Mom,” Liz replied. “Can we drop Janie off?”
“Yes, I guess. But hurry your asses up. We’re already late.”
All the lights went out as I reached down to pull my jeans up from around my ankles.
‘Shit,’ I thought. ‘At least they remembered to turn out the lights.’ Then I thought about Liz’s comment.
“She needs a lesson in equine reproduction,” I said in the darkness.
The End.
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