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Farm Antics
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It was a sweltering day. All the grass was turning brown, desperately needing rain and none in the forecast for at least a week. Running a horse-boarding farm with the heat of the days, there were few riders in the afternoon, until school lets out. The morning riders were the mature mothers of the schoolgirls who made up most of the clientele and they arrived very early when it was at least cooler. You would expect a barn full of a****ls would be like an oven, but above the stalls was the loft, where doors at each end opened, allowing a nice breeze.
Lunchtime, the morning riders would return from the trails that wove around the farm. Arranging ahead of time with the farm manager, the farm would take care of your horse, otherwise, each person was responsible for his or her own a****ls. Most preferred to do things their selves, a on such a hot day, they were quick about doing it and would leave immediately afterwards. Today was no different, each putting away the saddles and tack and combing their coats.
Mrs. Z., a shapely full figured but somewhat homely woman, was spending a lot of time with her horse lately. She always took the saddle and bridle back to the tack room, returning the gear to its appointed place followed by grooming her horse with loving care.
On this day, her horse was sweaty from the hot ride, so after removing the tack, she led him into the wash stall. Our wash stall has misting sprayers like a car wash; once turned on, continually misted the horse and everything else in the stall, including you. Buckets with brushes for soaping sat at the entrance of the stall as well as various other necessary items.
On these slow days, after all clients have left, I go up into the loft where I had discovered a little hiding spot, arranged with a view of the barn area below and hay bales to sit on and still be screened from sight to anyone else in the loft or barn below. Making my dairy entries of the day so far, drinking water from a bottle, I watched Mrs. Z. lead her horse into the wash. Her clothing normally was quite loose, to partially hide her figure, but the spray caused them to cling to her body. She seemed very uncomfortable with this, and peered out of the stall, seeing if anyone was about. Seeing no one, she stripped down to just her panties.
Grabbing a bucket with soapy water, she began washing him. Her boobs were quite large and hung down, flopping around as she worked. His upper body soaped, and rinsed, she started on his legs and underbelly. I suppose that her actions along his underbelly had somewhat excited him, as his penis enlarged and hung down about 12 inches. Ignoring it, she worked on his legs, front and rear.
Again, not quite paying full attention to her, I was her peeking out the doorway, checking the area, and she slipped back inside. I wondered why she kept looking about, so I stopped writing in my dairy to watch her a bit.
She took a large washcloth and began to wash his underbelly again, this time, paying closer attention to his growing member. She cupped his sack, holding it tight, and started washing his hanging member gently. She had pulled an empty bucket under the horse, and was sitting on it as she washed his penis. I watched in fascination, as she now grasped his penis with both hands and began stroking him. He whinnied, shaking and turning his head around towards her, as her stroking started to have an affect on him. His length had gone from 12 inches to what I guessed was more than 20 inches in length, and it was bouncing up and down against his belly, as she kept stroking it.
Bending her head down, I saw her begin to kiss his length with wet kisses, licking the sides all the way up and down, cupping his balls, she kissed them as well, and tried to suck the balls into her mouth. She slipped her panties around her ankles, and kicked them off, running her own hand between her legs, she worked her pussy with one hand, and his cock in the other.
I felt my pussy wettening watching the look of a wanton woman that crossed her face. My fingers stole down and began rubbing.
She pulled his cock between her sagging breasts, wrapping him between her breasts, moving her breasts up and down his cock, letting the huge tip of his cock land against her chin and lips. I was amazed to see her mouth open so wide, wide enough to allow his tip to slide into her mouth. She clamped her mouth on the tip, and her cheeks belied that she was sucking it for all it was worth. I imagined her tongue pushing into his opening deeply, and as she opened her mouth, I did see her tongue buried deeply into his pee hole, pushing in and out.
I pushed back, spreading my legs, pulling my shorts and panties down, giving me free access to my pussy, working three fingers inside me, pushing and pulling on myself. My mouth opened and my tongue licked my lips, watching the scene.
Using both her hands, she tugged and tugged on his cock. I saw the horse start stamping his rear feet as if impatient, but his cock remained tightly in her hands with her mouth busy working the tip. She got up off the bucket, turned around, and bent over under the horse, never releasing his cock, and guided it between her legs. She let is slip back and forth tightly pressed against her womanhood.
I heard her start moaning loudly as she had an orgasm from the friction of his cock on her pussy. Upon hearing her moan and cum, I too succeeded in having a nice orgasm.
My fingers did not stop at that, and continued to thrust in and out, watching her.
She slumped slightly, sat down on the bucket again, and proceeded to kiss and lick his length with vigor as she stroked it simultaneously with her hands. Within moments, she must have felt him stiffen; she wrapped her lips around the end of his cock again, pulling about 2-inches into her mouth. A few seconds later, huge spurts of horse cum shot out around the swallowed cock, covering her face and chest with his cum. She frantically tried to swallow it, holding him tightly in her mouth, but a horse spews much more than you can imagine, and it just continued to flow out of her mouth. He lurched several times, each time, more cum shot out of her mouth around his cock. With her chest covered in the gooey cum and dripping down between her legs onto her pussy and the rim of the bucket, she sat satisfied.
I slipped four fingers into my hole, stretching it as her mouth stretched around the cock. I heard an audible gasp from my own mouth seeing cum squirt out from around her lips. My hips lurched forward meeting the thrust of my hand in my pussy and came another orgasm.
She continued to stroke his softening cock, kissing it and licking and talking quietly to the horse, telling him what a good boy he was. She walked around to the misting side, and let the water run over her washing the horse cum off. She got dressed, planted a final kiss on his now almost completely soft cock, fished a piece of sugar out of her purse and fed it to him, followed by an apple, which he ate happily.
She led the horse out and put him in his stall, closed the gate, and drove off in her car. I made a personal note to make sure I would be able to get to the loft next time she was in, just in case. The next time, I would be ready with my toys, to pleasure myself watching her take care of her a****l.
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It was a sweltering day. All the grass was turning brown, desperately needing rain and none in the forecast for at least a week. Running a horse-boarding farm with the heat of the days, there were few riders in the afternoon, until school lets out. The morning riders were the mature mothers of the schoolgirls who made up most of the clientele and they arrived very early when it was at least cooler. You would expect a barn full of a****ls would be like an oven, but above the stalls was the loft, where doors at each end opened, allowing a nice breeze.
Lunchtime, the morning riders would return from the trails that wove around the farm. Arranging ahead of time with the farm manager, the farm would take care of your horse, otherwise, each person was responsible for his or her own a****ls. Most preferred to do things their selves, a on such a hot day, they were quick about doing it and would leave immediately afterwards. Today was no different, each putting away the saddles and tack and combing their coats.
Mrs. Z., a shapely full figured but somewhat homely woman, was spending a lot of time with her horse lately. She always took the saddle and bridle back to the tack room, returning the gear to its appointed place followed by grooming her horse with loving care.
On this day, her horse was sweaty from the hot ride, so after removing the tack, she led him into the wash stall. Our wash stall has misting sprayers like a car wash; once turned on, continually misted the horse and everything else in the stall, including you. Buckets with brushes for soaping sat at the entrance of the stall as well as various other necessary items.
On these slow days, after all clients have left, I go up into the loft where I had discovered a little hiding spot, arranged with a view of the barn area below and hay bales to sit on and still be screened from sight to anyone else in the loft or barn below. Making my dairy entries of the day so far, drinking water from a bottle, I watched Mrs. Z. lead her horse into the wash. Her clothing normally was quite loose, to partially hide her figure, but the spray caused them to cling to her body. She seemed very uncomfortable with this, and peered out of the stall, seeing if anyone was about. Seeing no one, she stripped down to just her panties.
Grabbing a bucket with soapy water, she began washing him. Her boobs were quite large and hung down, flopping around as she worked. His upper body soaped, and rinsed, she started on his legs and underbelly. I suppose that her actions along his underbelly had somewhat excited him, as his penis enlarged and hung down about 12 inches. Ignoring it, she worked on his legs, front and rear.
Again, not quite paying full attention to her, I was her peeking out the doorway, checking the area, and she slipped back inside. I wondered why she kept looking about, so I stopped writing in my dairy to watch her a bit.
She took a large washcloth and began to wash his underbelly again, this time, paying closer attention to his growing member. She cupped his sack, holding it tight, and started washing his hanging member gently. She had pulled an empty bucket under the horse, and was sitting on it as she washed his penis. I watched in fascination, as she now grasped his penis with both hands and began stroking him. He whinnied, shaking and turning his head around towards her, as her stroking started to have an affect on him. His length had gone from 12 inches to what I guessed was more than 20 inches in length, and it was bouncing up and down against his belly, as she kept stroking it.
Bending her head down, I saw her begin to kiss his length with wet kisses, licking the sides all the way up and down, cupping his balls, she kissed them as well, and tried to suck the balls into her mouth. She slipped her panties around her ankles, and kicked them off, running her own hand between her legs, she worked her pussy with one hand, and his cock in the other.
I felt my pussy wettening watching the look of a wanton woman that crossed her face. My fingers stole down and began rubbing.
She pulled his cock between her sagging breasts, wrapping him between her breasts, moving her breasts up and down his cock, letting the huge tip of his cock land against her chin and lips. I was amazed to see her mouth open so wide, wide enough to allow his tip to slide into her mouth. She clamped her mouth on the tip, and her cheeks belied that she was sucking it for all it was worth. I imagined her tongue pushing into his opening deeply, and as she opened her mouth, I did see her tongue buried deeply into his pee hole, pushing in and out.
I pushed back, spreading my legs, pulling my shorts and panties down, giving me free access to my pussy, working three fingers inside me, pushing and pulling on myself. My mouth opened and my tongue licked my lips, watching the scene.
Using both her hands, she tugged and tugged on his cock. I saw the horse start stamping his rear feet as if impatient, but his cock remained tightly in her hands with her mouth busy working the tip. She got up off the bucket, turned around, and bent over under the horse, never releasing his cock, and guided it between her legs. She let is slip back and forth tightly pressed against her womanhood.
I heard her start moaning loudly as she had an orgasm from the friction of his cock on her pussy. Upon hearing her moan and cum, I too succeeded in having a nice orgasm.
My fingers did not stop at that, and continued to thrust in and out, watching her.
She slumped slightly, sat down on the bucket again, and proceeded to kiss and lick his length with vigor as she stroked it simultaneously with her hands. Within moments, she must have felt him stiffen; she wrapped her lips around the end of his cock again, pulling about 2-inches into her mouth. A few seconds later, huge spurts of horse cum shot out around the swallowed cock, covering her face and chest with his cum. She frantically tried to swallow it, holding him tightly in her mouth, but a horse spews much more than you can imagine, and it just continued to flow out of her mouth. He lurched several times, each time, more cum shot out of her mouth around his cock. With her chest covered in the gooey cum and dripping down between her legs onto her pussy and the rim of the bucket, she sat satisfied.
I slipped four fingers into my hole, stretching it as her mouth stretched around the cock. I heard an audible gasp from my own mouth seeing cum squirt out from around her lips. My hips lurched forward meeting the thrust of my hand in my pussy and came another orgasm.
She continued to stroke his softening cock, kissing it and licking and talking quietly to the horse, telling him what a good boy he was. She walked around to the misting side, and let the water run over her washing the horse cum off. She got dressed, planted a final kiss on his now almost completely soft cock, fished a piece of sugar out of her purse and fed it to him, followed by an apple, which he ate happily.
She led the horse out and put him in his stall, closed the gate, and drove off in her car. I made a personal note to make sure I would be able to get to the loft next time she was in, just in case. The next time, I would be ready with my toys, to pleasure myself watching her take care of her a****l.
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