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Master Wade 102
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MRWADE.102 BY MASTER WADE
Black Spring's Girl
Chapter One
Carol walked along the dusty path to the barn, swinging the
pail in her left hand. It was early morning, but the sun had
already driven away the dew, and her bare feet were followed by
small swirls of dust, tiny tornadoes rising and dying behind her.
Carol loved these summer mornings, especially now that her
morning routine included caring for Black Spring, a beautiful coal
black stallion who was, her Dad said, the best stud horse in four
states.
Carol didn't know much about what made a stallion good or bad,
but she certainly knew that he was a beautiful animal, and after
over-coming her initial fear of him she had come to look forward to
taking care of him. Black Spring seemed to respond especially well
to Carol. He was a very virile animal, and full of energy and life,
but her touch seemed to calm him and settle his nerves...well, at
least most of the time.
The other times were the times that Carol had come to enjoy
most, although she had never admitted it to anyone, nor did anyone
know about those times, other than her. Carol had discovered that
the big black horse responded to her in sexual ways also, especially
when she washed his scrotum and caressed his muscular flanks. The
first time it had happened it startled her a bit. Oh, she had seen
Black Spring with the mares before, and knew how big he got when he
was at work, but that had been from a distance, not close up, and
not with her touching him at the time.
At first she had resisted the temptation to touch Black Springs
cock, as it emerged from its sheath, growing longer and longer. She
knew that it was her hands on the stud horse's balls that were
responsible for its growth, and it made her feel really good to know
that she could make it do that. It made her wet too. Almost
without realizing that she was doing it, Carol began rubbing her
breasts against Black Spring's body as she continued fondling the
huge sacs that hung beneath the beautiful animal. Her eyes were
fixed to the amazing sight of more and more horse cock only inches
away from her face.
Black Spring shifted his weight slightly to the left and made a
sound that sounded almost like a human grunt as he threw his head
back, tossing his mane around almost in the same way that Carol
tossed her own long blonde hair when she wanted a man to notice her.
That comparison was only fleetingly a thought in Carol's racing
brain, but its impact was enough to cause her nipples to harden and
to make her knees grow weak. She wondered how his cock would feel
in her hands and if he would like for her to touch it.
Kneeling beside the huge animal, Carol reached forward
tentatively, letting her fingers graze the side of Black Spring's
unbelievably long cock. Her touch immediately caused another six
inches to be revealed, but other than the rapid emergence of more
cock, Black Spring's only other response was a comparitively slight
flexing of muscles in his flanks. She touched him more firmly,
rubbing the girth of the thick animal meat with the flats of her
fingers, stroking it along it's length toward the bulbuous head.
When her fingers neared the head of the horse dick Carol
hesitated slightly and stared at the yet untouched part of the
fantastic animal. It was so big! She compared its size to that of
a softball, but wondered even as she thought it that she might be
underestimating it at that. And yet, as big as it was, it still
bore an amazing similarity to the human cocks she had seen,
especially at the head, where she knew the cum would shoot out.
"Oh, God!", she thought to herself, almost audibly, "what if he
cum's?" The thought took her breath away, and she moved her hand
back toward her self quickly. She had never seen that before, even
though she had watched him with the mares. It was always hidden
from her, deep inside (boy, deep was the word!) the bowels of the
lucky mares. (Had she honestly called the mares lucky? Did she
wish she could be a mare, and take his big cock inside her?)
As if it had a life of its own, Carol's hand moved back toward
the thick black fuck meat in front of her, not the nearly three foot
long shaft dangling from the stallion's belly, but toward the head,
the wide round horse-pussy spreading end, the end the cum would
shoot out of. (There she had thought it again...she had thought
about Black Spring's cum again...only this time her hand stayed its
course).
It wasn't as if Carol didn't know about cum. She had seen men
cum before, had felt it on her skin, had even taken big loads of it
into her mouth and swallowed it down her throat. She might not
admit it to her girlfriends, but frankly she really liked cum alot.
It wasn't good tasting exactly, not like foods or things a sixteen
year old girl was supposed to eat, but it was still very special,
different and erotic. Carol wondered sometimes if she had somehow
been born with a greater than average attraction or tolerance to the
white creamy substance that poured from cocks, but she shrugged off
such a notion, deciding that all girls liked it but were afraid to
admit it.
Fingers trembling, Carol slid her hand over the top of the
black dick. With her eyes nearly closed and with her heart beating
wildly within her young body she lowered her hand and felt the warm
damp skin of Black Spring's cockhead touch her for the very first
time. Instantly the dick jerked upward, pushing itself into her
palm, and instinctively Carol closed her fingers on it. She gasped,
subconciously, and slid her hand down over the very end of the cock,
caressing the curve of it, feeling for the hole, the hole where the
cum would shoot out. She felt it jerk again, and reached outward
with her other hand, scooting further under the big animal in order
to use both hands on the jerking dick in front of her face.
Carol was suddenly aware of the smell of Black Spring. She had
always noticed a smell when around him, of course...the rich aroma
unique to horses, but this was different. She knew what the
difference was, she knew she was smelling his sex, his cock and
balls, his maleness. She breathed in deeply, feeling somehow as if
she wanted this big animal's sexuality to engulf her within and
without.
Sliding her hands back toward the back of the dick, Carol began
masturbating Black Spring, moving her tiny white fingers back and
forth over the wonderful head, coaxing him, teasing him, jerking him
off. With absolutely no warning a tremendous quantity of spunk flew
from the hole in the end of the stallion's cock. It came in a
stream, seemingly an unending one, and Carol even fleetingly
wondered if he was urinating rather than cumming, but the smell and
color told her differently. It was cum, alright, she knew that for
sure...but God, there was sooo much of it!!
Luckily, or unluckily..she wasn't really sure how she felt
about that yet...the head of the orgasming horse's cock had been
pointed to Carol's right at the time he began squirting his semen,
and it failed to land on the sixteen year old blonde. Instinctively
she continued milking him, transfixed on the continued eruption of
white fuck juice that streamed out onto the hay strewn floor of the
barn in front of her. She saw it puddle in great gobs before her,
rich pearlescent pools, rich with aroma, swirling with the
beginnings of new life. Words flew through her brain as she stared
at the growing lake of horse cum, words that seemed on the one hand
to be out of place, but on the other hand unstoppable, words like
"Yummy", "delicious", "eat", "want", "please", "more".
As if awaking from a dream, Carol jumped back in horror at the
thoughts running through her head, releasing the no longer spewing
cock and rising to her feet. She ran from the barn with her hands
held to her face, as if trying to hide her blushing cheeks. Through
the field to the left of the barn she ran, her mind racing, filled
with an unsortable mixture of guilt and erotic delight. She ran and
ran, until she reached the big apple tree in the middle of the
pasture, where she fell against it, breathing hard, her back to the
barn.
"I wanted his cum...I really did!", she thought, full of
shame. "I would have eaten it, if I had stayed there, I know I
would have. I would have fallen to my knees and pushed my lips to
one of the puddles and sucked the hot creamy cum into my mouth.
God, what is happening to me?!!"
Tears streamed down the young girl's cheeks as the depravity of
her desires overwhelmed her. Finally, exhausted by the power of her
arousal and by the depth of her shame, she sank to the ground at the
base of the tree and rested.
As distraught as Carol had been after this first experience
with Black Spring, she had since accepted her unusual (at least she
was sure it must be unusual) fascination with the monstrous cock
that was so easily hers to adore. Each time she allowed herself to
touch him there she overcame a bit more of her shame, the power of
her love for his cock and the creamy cum he provided taking more and
more control of her. She finally decided that there could actually
be very little wrong with it all, after all Black Spring certainly
enjoyed it, and Carol could see no way that she was harmed by it.
So, as she approached the barn on this warm July morning, Carol
was filled with happy thoughts about what she was about to do. She
denied herself the pleasure most of the time, saving it for special
mornings like this one, in spite of the fact that she was sure she
could milk the big stallion almost as often as she wanted, without
it hurting a thing. It was something she had decided to allow
herself as a treat, something special and different, something to
reward her for being good at parties and for keeping Jimmy Byers out
of her panties at the drive-inn.
Continued in Chapter Two: MRWADE.103
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