The Ranch
By fadetogray.
“I don’t want your cash,” I reasoned. “Besides, staying there will be like a miniature vacation for me. And I’ll need all the exercise I can get for now.”
I finished packing my clothes and other accessories. I did everything to ensure the house wouldn’t have gone up in flames during my absence. When the phone started ringing out of nowhere, I knew that it was him on the other end. And it was.
From my mouth came the standard telephone greeting, “Hello?”
After a brief moment of silence, Mike’s voice booms into the speaker. “I’m coming down the street now. You ready to go yet?”
Due to the impending lack of funds, I didn’t want to take my vehicle to save on fuel costs. Of course, his ranch was quite far away. After all, I’d been living in the suburbs of a bustling city while he had based his own life among the deeper parts of the countryside. His car’s engine grew louder as he pulled into the driveway outside. Then a short beep of the horn informed me it was time to leave. We were rolling in an old red sedan, the bottom covered in a thin layer of dirt and a bumper sticker or two.
“Nice ride, Mike,” I told him jokingly. “Looks kinda like mine parked over on the side of the road.” I indicated to him the heap of scrap metal that was my pride and joy.
“Why would I need any more than this?” insisted Mike, his hands still clasped around the steering wheel. “I’m a man attracted to the simple things in life.”
“Yeah, and I’m a man who can’t afford anything but the simplest of things,” murmuring to myself as I entered the passenger’s side of the car. Shortly afterward, we took off for the wide, open lanes of the highway.
We sparked a mundane conversation regarding the weather and sports a little while into our lengthy car ride. Then he got bored of it and started asking me many probing questions, the first of which made light of the glaring fact that I was living alone inside a small town home.
“Are you ever planning on finding someone special who could live with you? Even just a roommate?” he asked, rather concerningly. “Or, God forbid,” he added a dramatic pause before continuing, “are you still a virgin?”
I looked right at him, stunned beyond belief. I wasn’t sure how that had anything to do with the discussion, but he was right. At the age of thirty-two, I still had yet to have sex with anyone. Not even a single one-night stand to speak of.
“I’ve never really cared much for stuff like that,” I told him, although I was lying a bit.
“Ha, we need to get you laid soon! Perhaps even during the time you’re there.”
I seemed puzzled at the suggestion. “You mean at the ranch?”
“Yup.” You should’ve seen the smile on his face when he said that word. “We’ll get more into that later, though. I want you to focus on getting situated while you stay with me.”
The remaining interaction between us was spent listening to the radio throughout the rest of our drive.
*****
Arriving at the front gate, Mike nudged at my left shoulder to grab my attention. “Here we are, a paradise away from home,” he bragged. “Welcome to Trenton Farms!” He would explain how the ranch had been family-owned for over a century and had a long, successful history within the surrounding community.
“But,” he continued, “our proudest achievements have been, and always will be, the horses we’ve raised.”
The car turned sharply down a narrow dirt path, going off-road for a second before getting all four tires back onto it. He then pointed out the horses grazing in the pasture nearby, commenting on their well-bred heritage and graceful conformation.
“Well?” he said, looking smugly at me. “What do you think of all those majestic beasts?”
I turned to him to respond. “I think you need to learn to drive! We almost could’ve crashed headfirst into that fence post back there.”
He laughed off the criticism, apparently having not felt offended by it.
“Ah, alright. I’ve probably scared you too much already.” He proceeded to head through the fields, eventually leading us to a ranch house in the center of the property. “This is the living quarters, where you’ll sleep at night,” he said authoritatively. “Go and make yourself at home, then we’ll discuss what I want you to do next.”
The vehicle made a full stop as he prepared to drop me off in front of the building.
*****
As I was making my way toward the house, I wasn’t entirely sure what I could’ve been doing at that moment in time. Then my phone began ringing from my pocket. It was him again.
“Just put your luggage anywhere inside the first room you walk into. It’s not that difficult!” Mike had been waving at me from his car window, taunting me from afar.
“Wait, you keep your doors unlocked?” I questioned.
“Only the side door, my friend,” he responded.
So I followed his instructions, entering past the one unlocked entrance, and laid my bags on the floor, leaning against the wall. ‘Not a bad place to live,’ I thought, admiring his bronze equestrian statuettes proudly displayed on an end table. ‘Not bad at all.’
I approached the entrance into the hallway, where even more equine-related art could be found. The one that stood out the most to me, though, was a grander stone depiction of a rider and his steed, which had been sculpted in a graceful rearing position, and had a hauntingly powerful expression in its eyes. I hadn’t considered myself an art critic by any means, but the figure struck me as a purely elegant piece of work.
“This whole place seems to specialize in training horses,” I concluded, being of the observant sort.
The self-tour didn’t last long. In about an hour or so, Mike would return to where he had dropped me off earlier, that same grin appearing again. “I’ve been getting things ready for your stay,” he told me. “Come, I want you to meet someone at the barn.”
We both traveled to the other side of the rural estate, his sedan producing dinging sounds as bits of dirt and rock bounced off the bumpers and trim.
On our way there, he made short comments like, “She’s a lovely girl,” and, “I’m sure you’ll grow quite fond of her.”
Again, I became confused about it all. I was getting more curious by the minute.
I just had to ask him, “Who are you talking about?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
“Well… I’m guessing it’s an animal, then?”
At that moment, he pulled over the vehicle almost instantly. “She’s not an ‘it’!” He looked rather irritated by me. “Her name’s Margaret.”
The car began slowly picking up speed again, but the expression on his face remained priceless.
“Ah.” In came that awkward moment of silence. “I see.”
*****
When we had finally arrived at the barn, the sun was barely hanging in the sky, having been about ready to set on that day.
“She should still be inside her stall,” he told me as we exited the sedan.
By now, I was certain that Margaret had been a horse. I asked another dumb question, “Why did you want to show her to me?”
He said, “I don’t want my buddy to stay a virgin forever.”
My brows arched at the hinted proposal.
As we continued walking into the barn’s main aisle, I sensed someone was present. The sound of her breathing was getting nearer, and my hands were becoming like a pair of moist rags.
Her head was barely visible from within the darkened stall. “Come, girl.”
Mike was easily able to get her attention. She then approached the gate, nickering at him sweetly. Bringing his face closer to hers, Mike held onto both her cheeks (the ones up front) as he kissed her lovingly on the nose.
“This is my gray mare, Margaret.” He motioned for me to step near the stall. “Don’t be afraid, man. She’s virtually harmless.”
Cautiously, I walked up to see her in person. The mare then began sniffing at me, her heavy snorting causing me to feel slightly overwhelmed. “See, what did I tell you? She has the kindest heart you’ll ever find.”
Having listened to his words, I allowed Margaret to continue smelling my sweaty body, and she would even let me rub her across the neck as she did this. Even though the mare was confined inside a stall, the overarching curve of her neck would allow her to get at my abdomen. I remember thinking, ‘Wow, this is kind of hot.’ My face started to flush red, and my body grew tense in response to her playful advances.
“B-but what does this have to do with me?” I asked him eagerly.
“Well, she’s about to go into season,” he informed me. “Which is a time when she’s the most, let’s say, ‘adventurous.’”
As soon as he said that last word, my eyes shifted toward her other end. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I felt dirty at the very thought of it. It was insane, even. I’d have taken another glance at her rear, but it would’ve caused my penis to get that much harder.
“There’s no shame in it.” He lay his arm over her thick, lush mane. “Margaret and I have been lovers since I turned eighteen.” He locked sights with her. “She was my coming-of-age present.”
Maybe he was right; after all, I couldn’t help that I was getting aroused by the whole situation. But I also wondered why. Was it the mare’s soft, gentle personality? Or perhaps the way she stood in place, with her hips positioned like so? Either way, I would probably make love with her at some point during my stay. And, to be honest, I wasn’t going to have any further qualms about it.
*****
It was the beginning of another day at the ranch, and Mike and I were finishing up an early breakfast.
“It’s the Trenton family special!” He had served an egg, bacon, and cheese omelet with everything rolled up in one neat package. “I’m gonna head for the barn to turn out Margaret,” he said, looking at the time displayed on his cellphone. Then, proceeding to ask me with a rather crooked smile, “Would you like to come, too?”
My face started to blush like mad. I responded calmly, “Sure, I’d love to see her again.” I thought a little more about it, then asked, “What about the other horses?”
“I have ranch hands who will take care of them,” he took a bite of his food before continuing. “I’ve always given Margaret some extra affection, you know.”
Shortly after having our first meal, we arrive again at the barn, this time to let Margaret roam freely within the confines of the paddock. I unlocked the gate as he prepared to lead her from the stall, then stopped quickly to talk.
“Why don’t you start helping me today by mucking out her stall?”
After going into a corner to retrieve some equipment, he returned with a rake and a shovel, handed them to me, then walked back outside with the mare next to him.
“I’ll be back in about half an hour,” he began. “Oh, and by the way, the wheelbarrow is over by that wall.”
After he’d left, I tried to clean the stall as fast as I could, getting every bit of excrement before he returned to see how I was doing. When he eventually returned, I had just finished refilling her bucket with fresh water from the hose.
“Good,” he seemed rather sweaty for some reason. “Now, I want you to follow me outside.”
I did as he asked. Margaret was in the distance, grazing alone near some trees upon the wide pasture.
“Today is officially the first day of her cycle,” he pointed out as we casually approached the mare from across the field. “You do know what this means, right?” He walked up to her hindquarters with a damp rag in hand. “Here, take a gander at her assets.”
He then moved her tail to the side, showing off one of the world’s most forbidden sources of carnal desire. Mike himself had even started drooling over the mare’s snatch.
“Okay, now I want you to take this rag and use it to clean out her private area,” he ordered as he handed it to me.
Not sure how to go about it, I stood at the side of her rump as I gently lifted her tail away from view. I pressed the wet cloth against her soiled slit, removing any dirt buildup with long strokes from either side of the vulva. The rag foamed a bit as I did this, making picking up the remaining traces of grime from her nether regions easier.
“Alright, that’s good enough,” he told me, handing me another damp cloth with no soap added to it this time. “I want you to rinse her off with this rag.”
I took it from him and began rubbing over the mare’s entire genital area, admiring the droplets of water running down the inside of her glistening horse cheeks. At this point, I thought, ‘Was he enjoying me cleaning this mare?’ I grew more passionate with each stroke along her moistened sex. I was probably loving this way more than he was, anyway.
“Excellent, I’d say you’re pretty good at this!” Mike grabbed the filthy rags from my hands, tossing them to some other grass spot. “Now that she’s all clean down there,” he paused to look under her tail, “why don’t you go ahead and give her some of that oral pleasure?”
My heart stopped.
Thoughts of her were racing through my mind like nobody else had done for me before. I had never pleased a woman, much less a mare. But I was determined to perform my best. Perhaps I intended to let her have it due to my long-standing virginity. I wanted badly to hear her grunting with delight as she climaxed amid my intense sexual endeavor.
What turned me on the most about her was the potent, sensual odor emanating from her heavenly body. It was like dirt mixed in with hay but much more erotic-smelling. That was all it took to comply with Mike’s lustful demands. Judging by the intoxicating scent lingering in the air, she was now in the onset of heat. So I aimed to get her off as much as humanly possible.
Margaret glanced back at me, her tail hovering high above her shimmering white ass. Naturally, I began to lick my lips in preparation for what transpired. I brought my face in closer to touch the back end of her body, kissing and sucking on one of her horsey buttocks as I glided my palm across the top of her smooth rump. Moving my head between the mare’s glorious hips, I pressed my gaping mouth against her dripping wet cavity, letting the fluid fall steadily onto my tongue.
I then buried my nose inside her feminine canal, shutting my eyes as I tried to focus all my energy on acquiring her smelly, earthy scent. With each inhale of passionate desire, I was getting progressively higher off her vaginal secretions as the aroma traveled through my nostrils, making me hornier than ever. I gently led my mare-coated sniffer above her slit and used it to prod around her puffy anus, then took a couple of short but powerful whiffs of it.
The smell of her sweet tail hole was more vivid than I could’ve ever imagined. Returning to her warm, inviting cunt lips, I started licking all around her winking clit, which pulsated against my chin in a rhythmic motion. She tasted so divine that I couldn’t help what would soon slip from my cunt-filled mouth.
“Oh my God,” I shouted, “forgive me, for I have sinned!”
Mike, who was watching the act of my eating out her delicious horse pussy, giggled a bit when I said that. “Tastes pretty good, huh?”
I nodded ecstatically while still face first into her dark, furless hole.
“Damn, if you keep it up like this, you might even make her cum too early!”
But I didn’t care. Ignoring Mike’s warning, I kept sucking on her fleshy lips as my tongue penetrated further inside her, once in a while ardently flicking it across her engorged mare clit to keep the sexy equine satisfied. Margaret the mare pushed back into me, and like that, I had found myself lost within a horse’s rear end, struggling for breath but, at the same time, not wanting to do anything about it.
“Man, if I’d known you would be this much into foreplay, I’d have brought along one of the other mares!” He approached me with the outline of his dick showing through the pair of tight jeans he’d been wearing. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”
He then unzipped his pants, pulling down his underwear to reveal a long, erect penis, the tip of which was slightly wet with pre-cum. “Move aside for a bit,” he instructed me. Examining the mare’s gleaming wet slit, he exclaimed, “Looks like you already got Margaret all lubed up for me!”
Taking an empty bucket, he’d brought from the barn. He placed it right behind the old mare as I observed the situation from a reasonable distance. He rubbed his throbbing member up and down the mare’s vulva, collecting much of the so-called “lubricant” onto his dick before slipping it gracefully inside Margaret. Her vagina squelched as Mike slowly pushed himself into her, groaning loudly as his hard manhood met with her squishy interior. Wow, it was so hot when her pussy would make those sounds!
For a while, he just stood there gazing up into the sky as if contemplating the meaning of life. Seeing my friend as he was deeply connected with his lover, feeling the warmth of her body engulfing his hapless rod, was beautiful and very erotic.
*****
He wiggled around inside her, massaging his hard member against the walls of her vagina, slowly dipping further into the equine orifice as if he were dancing with it. His leg lifted over her backside to get deeper inside until he was up to the hilt in succulent mare pussy. This guy went at it, slamming into her meaty rear with each powerful thrust of his hardened sword.
“Yeah, this is how you fuck a horse!”
Before he could properly climax into Margaret, he let his dick slip out, which resulted in streams of fresh cum landing in the grass near her back hooves. Mike’s sweaty body tremored as he tried to catch his breath.
“Hmm, she sure milked me dry!”
I observed his gleaming penis as it shriveled back under the foreskin.
He added, “Just like Margaret does every day of the week!”
My mouth gaped. I couldn’t even imagine depositing my seed into this glorious mare daily.
“You sure seem quiet over there. Why don’t you ride my girl down Paradise Avenue yourself?”
Wanting to take on his gracious offer, I stepped carefully onto the bucket, trying to keep both feet in the center of it. Once again, I felt up the mare’s dark, smooth labia and licked the sticky juices from my fingers. Then, I brought the head of my penis to the edges of her lips, admiring the fantastic view from atop the overturned bucket. Her ass looked so plump and juicy from where I was standing that it drove my restless mind completely nuts. My left hand rested on her rump as my right hand held onto my shaft, guiding it around her wet lips like a paintbrush to a blank canvas.
“Oh!”
Suddenly, I experienced a sharp tingling sensation in my groin, sending intense pleasure signals throughout my body. My knees began to shake, and my legs twitched with anticipation of a much deeper kind of sexual encounter.
I thought this would finally be when I lost my cherry to this fine lady. Margaret looked back at me with such loving eyes, nickering as she stood incredibly still, tail held in place and awaiting my eventual penetration. Accepting her invitation, I pushed the sensitive head of my cock slightly forward, going into her until I could feel her sweet wetness encompassing my bare skin. Like before, the mare’s pussy had made those hot suctioning sounds, squeezing all around my penis with her powerful vaginal contractions.
I felt myself losing control of my inhibited desire to withstand her slippery sex. I started pounding away at her with all the strength I could muster, steadily building up to a rather creamy ending. Almost out of instinct, I slapped her on the hindquarters, which had made a fainter sound than I’d expected. Still, it turned me on to feel the muscle reverberating against my palm when I did that. And Margaret didn’t seem to mind it at all.
She drenched my groin with her milky-yellow juices, fueling the explosion that would soon follow. I kept at a mildly steady pace, my hips banging against her furry butt as my dick slipped in and back out of her squelching crevice. And with each thrust, the mare winked her stimulated clit on my wet nut sack. The raw emotion of my quick insertions made me groan louder and louder until it overshadowed the sounds of her genitals meeting in tune with mine. The feeling of being inside such a warm, slimy pocket of pink intensified as her mare lips tickled me with each long stroke of my gooey manhood.
“I don’t think I can last in her much longer,” I ecstatically told my well-spent friend, who was already playing with himself again.
Bracing myself for the inevitable, I grasped the dock of her tail firmly, bringing it up slightly higher to get a better view of the action. Her pussy was starting to contract a lot as I delivered the last few pumps of my sensitive tool into the messy mare. Clasping tighter onto her fleshy thighs, I immediately felt multiple spurts of cum shoot out from within me and fall into her love tunnel, nearly passing out from the pleasure of having my dick constricted by the satisfied horse.
This time, I couldn’t help but stand there in silence, my eyes looking beyond the sunlit horizon as it unfolded deep inside her endless cunt. After having experienced an intense orgasm, I withdrew my fluid-covered dick from the hidden depths of her pink, oily hole, taking pride in servicing this sexy beast with such vigor. Margaret let out a loud whinny, telling me she had enjoyed being given a wild ride almost as much as I had.
Under all my panting, I could mutter a simple but accurate, “Oh my Lord,” before hesitantly dismounting the hot-as-fuck equine specimen.
“Well,” Mike gazed upon the scene, giving that signature grin that he always had, “seems like you enjoyed your first time quite a bit.”
I zipped up my urine-stained pants, getting ready to call it a day, when he stopped me dead in my tracks.
“But you’re not finished yet!” He pointed toward a row of in-heat mares, each of their hind ends assuming the position of getting serviced. “You’ll need to help me out here, bud.”
It had taken us nearly the whole afternoon to mate with these sexy mares. By the time it was over, we came out smelling like a couple of filthy, sweaty animals ourselves. I felt like a proper stud, having just inseminated many willing ladies, each with a unique taste and aroma. I could’ve sworn that I had died and gone to Heaven that day and believed this whole thing was too surreal to have happened.
Throughout the rest of the week, Mike and I continued to have our turn with Margaret and some of the other curious mares on the property. We agreed on the obvious fact that perhaps they would never be truly satisfied.
The End.
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