"No, no…"
Janice closed her eyes again, stretching out one hand and steadying herself against a low stall wall. She was breathing heavily, trying to regain some sense of reality in this natural situation. Then she thought of those days in Griffith Park once more, thought of the way the animals felt between her legs, that rocking, rolling sensation of something warm and muscular rubbing against her thighs and her butt. That tingle, that damned itchy tingle began all over again when she thought of those hours alone with horses. Her body grew warm, the nipples stretching, pulling against the surrounding nipple flesh. This was wrong, far more wrong than her tryst with the German Shepherd back there in the ranch house.
But what harm could there be if she only petted the stallion? What harm could there be if she just felt the warm body of that stud?
Sucking in another ragged breath, Janice walked up to Thunder, petting him again on the head. But this time she kept going back, moving along, talking to the big animal so he wouldn't get spooked. She felt his sides shuddering, heard him snorting a little nervously again as she moved back, her ass rubbing against the splintery stall wall behind her.
"There, boy, it's all right. Janice isn't going to hurt you," she cooed, rubbing her fingers over the warm sides.
How good, how strangely good and calming and yet exciting it was to feel Thunder's muscular sides with her fingers. The short smooth hair tickled her flesh. He was so warm, so firm! Janice stopped at his mid-section, looking back and seeing the animal was looking at her once more, having twisted his head halfway around. Those eyes! They almost had her in a trance as she stood there in the small area, her feet sinking into the false floor of shredded straw. There was that odor she found exciting, that pungent aroma of stale piss that made her wrinkle her nose.
What was she going to do? What on earth was she doing now, leaning heavily against the animal, drawing her hands over his sides? Was she thinking of going back farther, of touching him all over until she reached his prick?
"Oh my God… oh my God!"
Again Janice stopped, resting her forehead against Thunder's sides. She was a mature woman, an experienced woman – certainly more experienced than her virgin sister Linda. Why couldn't she control her emotions, especially now here in the stall? Why couldn't she just get up and walk away, calling this little episode for what it was worth – a pleasant but silly excursion into something that could be quite morally dark?
But she couldn't. Standing there, feeling those powerful sides heaving in and out, listening to the stallion's breath hissing through his nostrils, feeling the warmth radiating through her blouse and fingers, Janice felt glued to the spot. She was hesitating, feeling herself at some terrible boundary.
"God!" she moaned.
She glanced at her wristwatch. Linda would be expecting her in the house in a few moments to give her some kind of moral support. This was her first big date in a long time. Stroking the stallion's sides once more, Janice found herself embracing the animal draping her arms over his sides and pressing her body close to him. The woman found herself smiling at the touch of the big animal and at the thought of Linda going out for the first time in years. Her sister was going to get fucked! She was certain of that. In spite of the way Hank shuffled his feet and acted so inept and stupid, she could see in his eyes he was going to make every more he could to get between Linda's legs. She'd have to prepare her sister beforehand somehow, give her some sisterly advice on how to ride that wave when it finally curled and crashed in.
But there were still a few minutes left, a few minutes alone with this powerful, handsome animal trembling under her touch.
"Steady, Thunder, steady… yesss, that's it, that's it – Janice isn't going to hurt you."
The brunette backed away a little more, feeling the whip of his tail at times against her right elbow. He began pawing again at the ground, snorting and dipping his head up and down as she eased her way back toward his hindquarters. It was only when she kept talking to him, kept touching him gently that the stud calmed down, twisting his head around once more and watching her intently. That stare made her shiver.
"Easy, Thunder… don't move… that's it, Thunder."
Her heart was pounding so hard Janice thought it would tear through her ribcage. She was touching the big hard muscle of his left hindquarter now, feeling it ripple under her fingertips. Thunder moved that hoof back, stomping down on the hay, moving the straw about nervously, then finally steadying himself as she kept smoothing her fingers up and down, up and down his body. What was she doing? What on earth was she doing standing here in the stall with this stallion?
"Got to leave… have to…"
But some dark force had taken over her soul once more. It was as if she were possessed by some terrible demon out to destroy her! Janice moved her fingers down lower, hearing her own breathing and matching it with that of the stallion's. Her knees shook while she felt her full, flexible cunt-lips swell with blood, folding over one another. She paused, leaning heavily against Thunder's body again and closing her eyes. Her clit was swollen, poking up from the surrounding moist flesh and throbbing as if a man's prick were rubbing against it. Riding high. Again she smiled. She had told the few men who had fucked her to ride high so she could feel their cocks rubbing against her clit!
"Ohhhh…" she moaned.
She moved as if in some dream state. Janice felt shamefully close to an orgasm. An orgasm! And what had she done? What had happened to her? She was simply standing there, touching a horse, moving her hands up and down dangerously close to his cock. But that was all. There had been no contact with the beast, no touching at all except the innocent caressing against his sides. And yet the brunette couldn't deny what she was feeling between her thighs, a hunger that made her tremble at her own thoughts. She stopped for a moment and wondered what on earth she was thinking of doing, finding out she didn't know. She simply wasn't sure of what to do. It was that force, that thing shoving her on, showing her the way.
"Ohhh…" Her breathing became more and more shallow, so hot through her flared nostrils.
Her tits were killing her now, feeling so full, so swollen. And how her nipples ached and itched, begging to be touched, rubbed, pinched! She felt so shaky, not really herself at all. From the other end of the stall, Janice saw the big horse still staring at her, his black nostrils quivering with each powerful snort he took.
"Thunder." She pronounced his name and felt her flesh crawl around her spine.
She was getting into water far too deep for her, for anyone. And yet she found her fingers moving once more. They were sliding down, down the leg and around to the sexy curve of his hindquarter. She found herself moving back, feeling the nervous swish of his tail as it jerked back and forth more spiritedly.
"Ohhhh, what am I doing?"
The tender inner surfaces of her thighs were itchy, tightening and relaxing. Her cunt walls rubbed against one another, fluttering with excitement as her hand traveled around and back until she felt something very warm, very warm and strange against her elbow. Janice froze once more, her mouth opening. She let out a shudder, gasping for air. A horse's cock! She had seen pictures once of a horse fully aroused, fucking his mate. One of the girls at her high school had brought it back from her uncle's farm. Why the old man had taken the photo no one ever really knew. The only thing Janice remembered thinking when she first saw that shot was just how grotesque the whole thing seemed. And yet now she wasn't sure.