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By Anastasia.
I live on a 800 acre farm in Colorado, with my mom, dad and 4 brothers. We have 300 sows 40 boars, 8 horses 40 cattle, and 3 German Shepherds.
This is a true story.
Chapter One.
I leaned against one wall of the main stable, running the stiff handle of my riding crop between my legs. l frequently stroked my vagina and jerked myself off. But somehow it never seemed as good or fulfilling as when I was in the stable near the horses. Nearby, in one of the stalls, a horse snorted and stamped his hooves. And I pressed the whip a little harder against my tender vagina, sending warm waves of animalistic pleasure over my entire body.
Suddenly, one of my father’s stable hands entered the stable where I was. I reluctantly withdrew the riding crop from between my parted legs. Shit! I thought, annoyed at the interruption. I’ll have to drive back to the house and finish this in my own bedroom. With that lewd plan in mind, I left the stable and jumped into the family’s station-wagon, carrying the smell of horse with me, a smell which aroused me like nothing else ever could.
As I drove to my house and the finger fucking I needed so desperately, I thought about the horses I loved so much. I had been crazy about horses ever since I could remember, and I considered myself very lucky to have parents who owned a large farm. There was nothing about the big animals which did not appeal to me. I loved their large liquid eyes, and their deep snorting noses. I loved to stroke their warm muscular flanks. But most of all I loved the big thick cocks of the stallions.
I had never actually made it with a horse before, but I knew that someday I would. I also knew that that exciting day was getting closer and closer. As I matured, I found myself less and less able to hold my bestial desires for the horses in check. I longed to wrap my lips around one of the long, thick cocks. I was dying to jerk off one of the big snorting stallions.
More than anything else in the world, I was desperate to feel one of those huge cocks fucking in and out of her tight cunt. I pulled the station wagon up the drive to the front door of the farm house. Then I jumped out of the car and run up the short flagstone path breathlessly. I flew into the house and locked myself in my room. I quickly pulled my boots off, stripped off my tight riding britches and threw myself down on my bed.
My panties were wet. Now, I began to stroke my vagina frantically, in desperate need of an orgasm. I massaged her pouting little pussy all over. As she turned herself on more and more, she gently slipped two fingers into the crack between her swollen vagina lips. My cunt was dripping wet, and my fingers soon grew wet, too, as I ran them slowly up and down her tender vagina slit.
I could still smell the horse aroma on my nearby britches and on my boots which lay near the foot of her bed. “Ohhhh, sooo good,” I moaned, slipping my fingers deeper into her aching cunt. I could feel my vagina flex and clench at my fingers as I fucked myself. In just minutes, I realized that my fingers were not enough. I grabbed my riding crop, which was at the foot of the bed. Slowly, very slowly, I began to insert the handle of that crop into my cunt.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling the braided leather of the handle and the thick, stiff length of the whip against the walls of her vagina. I slowly pushed it into myself. The crop was now half-inserted into my cunt. My vagina grabbed and squeezed against the leather object, as if trying to tug it deeper inside myself. “Yes!” I cried.
My hips rose to meet the steadily quickening thrusts as I fucked the crop in and out of my throbbing cunt. Again and again, I withdrew the handle of the riding crop to within a fraction of an inch of pulling it all the way out, and then thrust the delicious-feeling crop back into her hungry vagina .My shapely legs were wide apart and my mouth was twisted half open in a silent moan as my orgasm struck with full force I fucked the riding crop deeper and deeper into my cunt as I came, eagerly impaling myself on the end of the whip.
As I continued to fuck myself with the crop while I came, I moved my free hand down to my bold vagina and began to massage my jerking clit. “Yeeeee!” I groaned, my cunt spasming and quaking under the talented stroking movements of my fingers and the riding crop which was still fucking in and out of me. When my orgasm subsided, I let the whip rest inside my cunt for a long time, enjoying the lewd sensation.
I could feel my throbbing vagina-walls still squeezing against the sides of the crop, and I moaned again. A full ten minutes after the last bone-jarring spasm of my cunt, the muscles of my vagina continued to squeeze. They tried to get a grip on the long, thick whip handle. I groaned as I finally pulled the whip out. As I pulled the length of braided leather from my twitching vagina, I could feel its surface rubbing against my cunt lips, as if trying to arouse me all over again.
I brought the handle of the whip up close to my eyes to examine it. It was soaking with my juices. The handle was glistening lewdly with my own cum. I brought the handle close to my nose and smelled it, turning it slightly at the same time. The crop smelled like the stables, I thought excitedly. Then I moved it to my lips and stuck my tongue out. Touching just the very butt of the whip’s handle with my pink tongue, I tasted the musky, salty flavor of my own pussy.
“Mmmmm, good!” I said with a little giggle. I stuck my tongue out a bit more and gave the handle of the riding crop a good solid lick. “Oooh!” I cried, feeling an erotic pleasure shoot through my loins. Slowly, using the same types of movements I had used with my vagina, I let the thick butt of the crop slide between my sensuous lips. I ran my tongue over the smooth surface of the crop, swallowing down my own juices.
My tongue made slow circles around the whip’s handle, circling again its very butt where the leather was wrapped the thickest. Finally having licked every stray drop of juice off of the crop, the I sighed and drew it out of my mouth. Then, I put the riding crop next to me on the bed and I lay there silently, thinking back to the very first time I had ever gone horseback riding on the farm. It was a ride that had changed my life for all time. For it was that ride that had given me my very first orgasm. It was that ride that had taken my cherry. And it was that ride that had made me fall in love with horses.
The thrilling experience of my very first horseback ride was forever etched in my mind. I had been hoisted up on the imposing- looking tan horse. I had sat uneasily in the slippery saddle. As the horse began to move with me, the saddle felt even more slippery. At first, my father had led the horse about to give me a chance to get used to the feel of the horse beneath me. As I gained more confidence, my father urged my horse on with a few jerks of the guide rope.
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Thank you, Anastasia xx
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