"Nice, Thunder, nice!"
It was horrible, really horrible what she was doing and feeling. She should stop now. And yet Janice kept going, curling her fingers and moving them around until she felt his big coconut-sized sac. Thunder stomped around again, snorting, dipping his head back and forth while his mane fluttered from the violent movements. Janice drew her hand away quickly, as if she'd just touched a hot-plate. Thunder moved about his stall, banging his sides against one wall. Then he calmed once more, snorting loudly. Should she go on? Should she touch his big balls and prick once more? The thought of being trampled in the stall just for some stupid horny urge raced through her mind. What would her sister say if something were to happen? Would people guess at what she'd been doing?
"Thunder…" Again Janice pronounced his name softly, gently as if he were her lover. And again he calmed, twisting his head, rolling those big brown eyes as if he were telling her he wanted her to touch his cock again.
Janice swallowed hard, raised her hand once more and began moving it down to the horse's balls. This time Thunder didn't move, his only reaction being a shudder that radiated through his entire body. Janice saw this and trembled. Opening her eyes and looking back a little farther, she saw his prick! His cock! His prick was big, so big, so damned big and black, hanging there like some huge funnel, the head having slipped already from the black, wrinkled, leathery sheath.
She stopped once more, her eyes widening with excitement. For a moment, just for a moment Janice thought about how something like that would feel fucking in and out of her cunt.
"My God… what am I doing?" she asked, knowing there was no answer.
She moved her hand up until the fingertips touched the fat, hardening cock. This time Thunder didn't stomp. His snorting increased, his hindquarters spreading, moving subtly from side to side. Janice sucked in another breath, held it until her eyes swam, then breathed and moved her other hand up. In a second, the woman had her fingers wrapped around that big cock, had them moving up and down. She was jacking off a horse! She was actually jacking him off, moving her fingers up and down, feeling the hard throbbing prick-muscle jerk in her fingers. It was crazy, insane, as if she had been propelled into another world where morals were turned upside down. And yet… yet she couldn't stop herself. Those childhood memories, the presence of the animal here, the dog, everything was getting oh so mixed up in her mind. All she could think of was how good it felt to be touching Thunder like this. And the stallion certainly didn't mind. He was breathing heavily, dipping his head once more up and down while his tail swished against her arms excitedly. His prick was getting good and stiff and hot now while her fingers felt the thick veins pulsing against her flesh.
She stopped. Someone was outside! Reality exploded into her world. With horror Janice reeled back, jerking her hands away and rubbing them frantically against her body. Horrible! Filthy! How could she have even thought of doing something like this, let alone actually touched the stallion's big hot cock?
She stumbled from the stall, her hands flailing out from her body for balance. Calm. She had to become calm before running outside.
People would notice the frantic expression on her face if she were to leave the barn now. Moving several feet away from the still-snorting animal, Janice put one hand to her head and leaned against the outer barn wall.
"What've I done? Oh Jesus, what've I done?" she moaned.
Things were getting out of hand in her life. Perhaps she should go see a shrink. Something was wrong, terribly wrong with her if she thought about fucking with a horse.
"Linda… have to see Linda," she said to herself, gathering up her strength and walking into the cool evening air.
CHAPTER SIX
"It's a beautiful evening, isn't it?"
Linda was standing on a small hill with Hank. Behind them, nearly a quarter of a mile away, was the dance. They could hear the music drifting through the still night air. Above them millions of stars twinkled brightly, illuminating the countryside with an eerie silvery glow.
"Yeah, real nice… Linda."
Linda smiled in spite of her nervousness. It had taken some doing, but she had finally managed to get him to call her by her first name. That ma'am nonsense was getting to be embarrassing, especially at the dance. And, besides, she could tell he'd been wanting to get friendlier for a long time anyway.
"It's so clean, so clear out here. So different from Los Angeles," she murmured.
They had had a fine time at the dance. But it had become too stuffy inside the large hall. Linda wanted to get out, to get some air. Needless to say, Hank was more than willing to oblige her. They walked slowly from the crowd, then walked through a small field to this protected hillock nearby.
"One of the best places in the world, I'll bet," Hank added, drawing closer to the trembling woman. And she was trembling.
Linda had loved the touch of this rough man as they swept across the dance floor. She felt his hands on her back, felt his body rubbing against hers and nearly had a climax right there in front of everyone. How she wanted him! In spite of all her fine morals, in spite of all she had been taught, Linda wanted him as she'd wanted no other man before in her life! Perhaps it was Chad the dog who had triggered her emotions. She didn't know. All the blonde realized was that Hank was a strong, sturdy male who could satisfy her every need. That alone made her anxious for him to make some kind of move – anything that would indicate he felt the same.
There was another moment's pause. And then the move she'd been both waiting for and dreading came. He turned, moving his hands around her narrow waist and drawing her close. Linda didn't have to say anything. She knew what was on her mind, knew what was on his. She swallowed down a lump of fear, parting her lips and letting out a long, hissing breath – it was finally happening! After all these years it was finally happening. Would she have the courage to see it through? Would she back out at the last minute just as she'd done so many times before?
"Linda," he whispered, lowering his head toward hers.
"Don't, Hank," she said unconvincingly, drawing back a little. "It's… it's just not right. Somehow, it's just not!"
She felt his body shuddering against hers. She was lying and prayed to God he would see that. It was right, so very, very right. She had to have him, had to feel what it was like being fucked by a man. It was either that or spending a life with Chad! Had she thought of him? Had she actually thought of the German Shepherd while this handsome, strong man was holding her? What was wrong with her?
"There ain't nothin' wrong with this, with what I feel," Hank whispered.
"No… no…"
She was breaking down, feeling her breathing become more and more uneven and shallow. How her chest tightened! Looking back up at the ranch hand, she saw big eyes burning down into her. There was such a change, a rapid transformation of this shy foreman into a young stud, hot for her body, hot for her cunt! Linda felt her pussy walls snap shut and tight, felt the protective muscles around the rim of her cunt fluttering as Hank's hands moved around and up to her blouse. He was sliding them under the garment, moving them up until she felt him tugging at her bra strap.
"Oh… God!"
Again the woman thought about how right this was – the owner or acting owner of the ranch making it with a hired hand. But again Linda pushed that thought to one side. She stayed where she was, not trying to work her way out of this desperate situation.
"It's good, it's right, Linda. It feels right to me."
He moved his lips up against the side of her neck, blowing softly against her flesh. Linda shuddered, feeling her skin crawl with unspeakable lust. A red fog of lust settled over her mind, blurring her normally clear-cut reason. Rationality was tossed out the window as she stood there on the small hill with Hank, her body swaying like a willow in the breeze, his hand crawling all over her back, trying to unsnap her bra.