The Horse
By dave_1.
The stables where Tammi had her horse were about a mile from home. It was 3 acres just on the edge of the suburbs, so the girls had plenty of places to ride around. Young girls between fourteen and twenty owned ten horses. Tammi was just eighteen, and Paul was twenty.
When Paul arrived, Tammi was washing her horse in the stable. He walked up to the building, peering through the partly open door. Tammi was washing the horse’s rump with a soapy sponge. As he came closer, he slowed down when he saw her hand and sponge disappear under the horse’s tail. Paul stopped dead as he saw the horse lift its tail, exposing its vagina, and his sister washing it repeatedly.
Tammi was now doing more than just washing the mare’s vagina and asshole. She was playing with it, rubbing it and following the folds of its flesh and the rim of its ass. The horse seemed to give an approving soft neigh. Paul approached making some noise as he did, but Tammi just turned to see him and kept playing with the horse.
“Hi, Tammi.”
Tammi was startled. Her brother had seen her. She decided to keep going with no easy way to explain her way out.
“Hi Paul, what are you doing here,” she asked while inserting her fingers in the horse’s full cunt.
“It was dull at home, so I thought I’d come and see you.”
She now had four fingers in and out of the horse’s now juicy vagina. Paul could see its black outer lips and bright red inner lips with Tammi’s fingers opening and probing more and more.
“What are you doing there?” he asked.
“Washing my horse.”
“Tammi, I might be your dumb older brother, but that’s more than just washing.”
“Just like you, more than just play with Gary when you think no one is around,” Tammi smirked.
Paul went bright red. He and Gary got up to all sorts of things when no one else was around. Usually involving sucking and fucking each other.
“Don’t worry about that now, though, if you must know I am pleasuring my horse.”
“Why?” Paul asked, still very red but transfixed to his sister’s fingers.
“I enjoyed my ride on her, so I think it’s fair. I’ll return the favor if she gives me a tingle down there. I watched her and another horse taking turns licking each other out one time, so she must need it.”
“What do you mean?” Paul asked.
“Paul,” she said as if it was obvious to the world and not him. “She was licking a geldings asshole, and then she would turn around, and he would lick her vagina. She seemed to like it cause they were at it all afternoon. Besides, I enjoy my ride. I enjoy rubbing myself up and down the saddle as we go. It gets me hot.”
Now Paul was used to his sister teasing him and pretending she was a lot more worldly than he was, but never as she was finger fucking a horse.
“I rub my pussy on the saddle. It gets me wild!”
Paul just looked. He was slowly getting what was going on.
Tammi now looked at Paul. She could see a bulge in his shorts.
“You’ve never touched a pussy before, have you, gay boy. Come and help me.”
Paul moved slowly forward, unsure whether he should or shouldn’t. Tammi took his hand and placed it with hers on the horse’s pussy lips. They were so hot, so large and moist. Tammi spread her lips.
“Look, there’s the vaginal opening. That must spread an awful lot, but it’s not that big now,” Tammi explained.
An idea was forming in Tammi’s mind. She had seen her brother’s cock before when she had seen him and Gary sucking each other off. She saw them once in Paul’s bedroom. He and Gary were playing pontoon strip jack, and when one of them was naked, the other would suck his cock for a while before starting the game again.
It was gay stuff, but Tammi was fascinated watching her older brother pull back Gary’s foreskin. Now Paul’s cock was straining at his shorts, and Tammi knew what she wanted to see. She walked around behind him and pulled his shorts down.
“Ow, hey, don’t…”
It was too late. Paul’s shorts were around his ankles with Tammi’s foot holding them down.
“Now, big brother, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll do as I say, and we might have fun! Now get that crate,” Tammi ordered
Paul got along well with his sister, enjoying all sorts of games together when they were younger, but fewer now that she had her horse. He didn’t know where this was heading; they had never been intimate. Hell, he hadn’t seen her naked since they stopped having baths together as kids, but…
“Hurry up and get the crate!”
Paul stepped out of his shorts, walked over, and picked up the crate.
“Now, just put it here, stand on it, and face Dancer.”
Dancer was the name of the horse, and as Paul stood on the crate, his eight-inch erection was now level with the mare’s juicy hole. Tammi came forward and started to finger Dancer’s big cunt.
“Come on, Paul, rub her with me.”
Paul dropped one of his hands and fingered the horse. As Tammi knew, Paul’s cock, hand, and Dancer’s big cunt were too much of a combination.
“Come on, Paul, stick your cock in there…”
With that, Paul let the head of his penis touch the outer lips. He could feel the warmth on his cockhead, the softness and fullness. He took in hands away and steadied himself on the horse’s rump. Tammi could contain herself no longer. She grabbed Paul’s member and, rubbing against the slit, pushed Paul’s naked ass making him penetrate to his balls.
Paul moaned, his cock had never felt anything that good. He pulled back and thrust slowly back and forward. Dancer, the mare, whinnied and swished her tail. Tammi was gobsmacked. She watched as her brother’s cock slid in and out of the black folds of equine pussy flesh, revealing every so often its pink/red wet lining.
“What’s it like, Paul?”
“Ohh, it’s so smooth and hot. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Better than Gary’s butt, I bet. Go faster, Paul.”
So Paul picked up the pace and started swaying his hips from side to side to take full advantage of the large black hole. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls swell with the approaching orgasm. Paul let out a grunt and steadied himself. He blew. Paul felt his jizz inside the mare’s cunt, making it even juicier inside. He pulled out, and Tammi watched his semen leak out of a very dripping horse slit.
Tammi wondered just how wet she had become. “Well, Paul, you might have to help me again sometime.”
“Anytime you want, sis,” Paul said.
The End.
