Making A Horse ***I was a teenager, living at home with my parents. We lived on a 400 acre country property, with some crops, some sheep, a few cattle and my horses. There was a substantial river flowing through the property as well as a number of smaller creeks and a couple of large dams.
The property was at the end of a dirt road and so we never got any traffic by the place, people were either coming to visit us or they were lost. We were about 25 kilometres out of the small town where I went to school and where we did our shopping etc.
I am an only child. My parents didn’t discuss anything about sex with me at all. I know they loved each other, but other than having me I’m not sure if they ever ‘did it’ much!
Because we never had any discussions about sex I was left up to my own to figure things out. Being on a farm it was a regular occurrence to see rams, stallions or bulls mounting another animal.
I was also a very keen ************ from about 7 or 8 years old. In my teenage years I was regularly exciting myself in bed or in the shower. I found I could excite myself by stimulating my clitoris or breasts. To this day some of my best ******* have come from having my little breasts excited!
I had also built up a small, but well used supply of ****. Nothing too steamy, some Penthouse Black Labels and Couples magazines were favourites of mine. I was able to get my hands on these when I was working after school for our town’s newsagent and paper store. I would either pay for them and sneak them home, or cut the covers off any returns of stock, returning the cover but keeping the articles for reading (LOL)!
In one magazine I found a series of pictures of a big breasted woman sucking a horse ****. Given that I regularly saw horse dicks around my farm I became intrigued. What would it take to make a horse ***? Could I do it? What did the *** feel like? What did it taste like? There were all questions running through my mind as I looked at this girl play with a horse’s ****.
While I was sure I wasn’t going to put a horse’s penis in my mouth, I was interested in how a long hard **** felt.
One summer day after a ride though some a lightly treed area I found a nice secluded spot and dismounted. I didn’t want to be seen doing this, so I kept looking around. I was trembling I was so nervous.
I tethered my horse to a tree and started to rub his flank, just in near his rear leg. I knew from past experience that this would tend to get him to ease his penis out of his sheath. As soon as there was some black and pink skin showing and the head was exposed I reached in with my left hand and rubbed my fingers along his veiny organ. It was warm, not slimy and while the veins were making it bumpy, the skin was smooth to touch. Soon I had enough of an organ exposed to have two hands working on the ****. The smell was intense and strong and made me sure I wasn’t going to ******* the horse. But I wanted to make him ***.
The more I stoked the longer and harder he got. Soon it did feel like it was a throbbing muscle in my hands. I have never had such a long **** in my hands since. I don’t know how much time went by, but eventually I felt my horse tense up and soon enough what seemed to be buckets of *** **********.
I put my left hand out to have a firm spurt splat against the palm of my hand. The smell was exciting. The feel was warm, stringy and almost gooey in my fingers.
By now I was wet – very wet from the excitement. While I was in jeans and some undies, I knew I was ******* in anticipation. My little nipples were straining against my sports bra and shirt.
I brought my left hand up to my face, breathed in the smell and then licked my little finger. I had horse *** in my mouth and it tasted peppery. I licked my ring finger and every other finger exciting myself with the pleasure that I had tasted *** (man or beast) for the first time.
My poor old horse just kept *********** for a while and once he was done his penis almost immediately shrank and returned up into his belly. That night I *********** with enthusiasm, rethinking about the firm penis in my hands. I also looked at the pictures of that girl again who was brave enough to suck and swallow the horse.
I never did it again and it was years later when I would again have *** in my mouth. This time with a guy in university who was lucky enough for me to take his penis in my mouth. And of course there have been many, many more since.