Thor's Hammer
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Morgan (the horse trainer)
OOC: since he never picked it up... A note about Morgan. He is a muscular man, about 55, with piercing blue eyes. His main asset, however, is that he has been told many times that he is 'hung like a horse'. The irony of that never ceased to amuse him.
IC:
Angel:
Since you asked....I will tell. I never breach a Lady's confidence, but if my retelling the vivid memories of our first encounter will help, I will oblige.
Remember.....it seems like only yesterday. It was July, hot, the crickets were chirping, and the stablehands were off for the afternoon. I heard the car and saw a BMW from the corner of my eye. I thought that Carl had come to see our prize project - a two year old filly named Slippery Slew. She was being pointed for the Beverly D next year at Arlington. She was undefeated in three outings....and the potential was unlimited.
I turned from the stall where I had been stroking Slew - expecting to see Carl. Instead there you were. Although the sun was behind you, the vision was....stirring. You had on that white short skirt and a white T-shirt. Your breasts forced the cotton top into a tight bow. You looked like you had been running (I found out later it was a tennis match).
I smiled and gave you a big 'hello' and asked if Carl was coming later. You responded that Carl did not cum often. My expression must have been something! The double entendre....and I could see that both interpretations were correct.
You strolled over to the stall and leaned on the bar - looking at Slew. I knew we were alone, so I decided to 'test the water'. My body was inches away from your back as I calmly pointed out the fine qualities of the prize filly. I leaned even closer.....my lips were a millimeter from the nape of your neck.... With a completely feminine movement, you leaned back against me. I knew you could feel my stiffening shaft pressing against your ass cheeks.
As my lips brushed your neck, both hands slid along the side of your body....fingertips brushing the swell of your breasts. You jumped as though you had been electrically shocked and grabbed both my wrists!!!! I thought that I had done it.....and my severance pay would be in the next check. Amazingly, though, it was not what I thought. Instead of slapping me, you forced my hands up under your T-shirt and pressed my palms against your firm breasts....moaning at the same time while grinding your ass against me like a dog in heat.
My fingers played with your rock hard nipples.....teasing them and pulling.....even twisting a bit. Then, aroused beyond belief, I picked you up and staggered to an old sofa that was used by the stablehands to lounge upon. I bent you over the stuffed arm roughly, one hand still playing with your truly lovely boobs. I unbuckled the belt on my jeans, almost tore them off, and flipped your tennis skirt up over your hips. I was treated to another surprise. Instead of the frilly panties I expected, I was treated to the sight of your puffy nether lips, neatly trimmed fur, and juices literally running down your inner thighs.
Foreplay was over......I guiding my throbbing cock (9" and THICK) against your lips. I rubbed the tip along your slit and then...THRUST HARD, burying myself to my balls in one thrust. I heard you moan that it felt like a telephone pole had been rammed into your pussy. Then you screamed and told me to fuck you until I split you in two. My prick was coated with your juices as I slammed it in and out.....an erotic sight that made me even more crazed. With one foot on the floor and one on the arm of the couch, I mounted you and fucked you like an animal. The sound and smell of the stable added to the eroticism - not to mention the thought of Carl 'popping in'.
My hand squeezed your breasts as I rode you. You told me later how sensitive they are. Amazingly enough, I held back...although I wanted nothing more than to unload a stream of cum into your hot core. You were rubbing your clit - I could feel your fingers brushing my plunging cock. Incoherent sounds were bubbling from your lips. Then, you exploded. You screamed and screamed.....no words were understandable. I arched my back and my cum mixed with your juices..........both of our bodies were covered with sweat and the stable smelled like SEX!!!
We collapsed in a heap on the old couch.....my cock still buried in your wet, hot sheath.
We fucked twice more (it was fucking, not lovemaking...two animals in need) that afternoon.....after foreplay that more than made up for our first wild coupling. I still remember how you locked your legs around my head as my tongue found all your secret places while your musky juices ran down my cheeks.....but that is another story.........................
OOC: since he never picked it up... A note about Morgan. He is a muscular man, about 55, with piercing blue eyes. His main asset, however, is that he has been told many times that he is 'hung like a horse'. The irony of that never ceased to amuse him.
IC:
Angel:
Since you asked....I will tell. I never breach a Lady's confidence, but if my retelling the vivid memories of our first encounter will help, I will oblige.
Remember.....it seems like only yesterday. It was July, hot, the crickets were chirping, and the stablehands were off for the afternoon. I heard the car and saw a BMW from the corner of my eye. I thought that Carl had come to see our prize project - a two year old filly named Slippery Slew. She was being pointed for the Beverly D next year at Arlington. She was undefeated in three outings....and the potential was unlimited.
I turned from the stall where I had been stroking Slew - expecting to see Carl. Instead there you were. Although the sun was behind you, the vision was....stirring. You had on that white short skirt and a white T-shirt. Your breasts forced the cotton top into a tight bow. You looked like you had been running (I found out later it was a tennis match).
I smiled and gave you a big 'hello' and asked if Carl was coming later. You responded that Carl did not cum often. My expression must have been something! The double entendre....and I could see that both interpretations were correct.
You strolled over to the stall and leaned on the bar - looking at Slew. I knew we were alone, so I decided to 'test the water'. My body was inches away from your back as I calmly pointed out the fine qualities of the prize filly. I leaned even closer.....my lips were a millimeter from the nape of your neck.... With a completely feminine movement, you leaned back against me. I knew you could feel my stiffening shaft pressing against your ass cheeks.
As my lips brushed your neck, both hands slid along the side of your body....fingertips brushing the swell of your breasts. You jumped as though you had been electrically shocked and grabbed both my wrists!!!! I thought that I had done it.....and my severance pay would be in the next check. Amazingly, though, it was not what I thought. Instead of slapping me, you forced my hands up under your T-shirt and pressed my palms against your firm breasts....moaning at the same time while grinding your ass against me like a dog in heat.
My fingers played with your rock hard nipples.....teasing them and pulling.....even twisting a bit. Then, aroused beyond belief, I picked you up and staggered to an old sofa that was used by the stablehands to lounge upon. I bent you over the stuffed arm roughly, one hand still playing with your truly lovely boobs. I unbuckled the belt on my jeans, almost tore them off, and flipped your tennis skirt up over your hips. I was treated to another surprise. Instead of the frilly panties I expected, I was treated to the sight of your puffy nether lips, neatly trimmed fur, and juices literally running down your inner thighs.
Foreplay was over......I guiding my throbbing cock (9" and THICK) against your lips. I rubbed the tip along your slit and then...THRUST HARD, burying myself to my balls in one thrust. I heard you moan that it felt like a telephone pole had been rammed into your pussy. Then you screamed and told me to fuck you until I split you in two. My prick was coated with your juices as I slammed it in and out.....an erotic sight that made me even more crazed. With one foot on the floor and one on the arm of the couch, I mounted you and fucked you like an animal. The sound and smell of the stable added to the eroticism - not to mention the thought of Carl 'popping in'.
My hand squeezed your breasts as I rode you. You told me later how sensitive they are. Amazingly enough, I held back...although I wanted nothing more than to unload a stream of cum into your hot core. You were rubbing your clit - I could feel your fingers brushing my plunging cock. Incoherent sounds were bubbling from your lips. Then, you exploded. You screamed and screamed.....no words were understandable. I arched my back and my cum mixed with your juices..........both of our bodies were covered with sweat and the stable smelled like SEX!!!
We collapsed in a heap on the old couch.....my cock still buried in your wet, hot sheath.
We fucked twice more (it was fucking, not lovemaking...two animals in need) that afternoon.....after foreplay that more than made up for our first wild coupling. I still remember how you locked your legs around my head as my tongue found all your secret places while your musky juices ran down my cheeks.....but that is another story.........................
