Taneesha Williams sat fidgeting in the passenger seat of her father's pick-up
truck. She and he were speeding down a lonely road out in the country outside
their city. At seventeen, Taneesha was a strikingly beautiful young woman. She
was not overly tall at five foot seven inches. Her figure was svelte and
shapely, her large breasts filling her shirt tightly. As she rode in the truck
with her father the nipples of her impressive breasts were poking tautly through
that stretched fabric. They were large, each the size of a fat, ripe, juicy Bing
cherry. Her tongue flicked excitedly out to lick at the corners of her mouth
often. Her eyes were glazed with a barely contained excitement. She was
rhythmically clenching and unclenching her thighs unconsciously.
Are you excited to be finally getting your pet today, sweetie?
said her father, Hank, startling Taneesha out of her reverie. She let out a
little gasp she hoped was inaudible.
I really am, daddy, she answered. I've been waiting for him
sooo long.
I know you have, sweetie. And I want you to know I'm really proud of
you. Your mom and me both. We didn't make you save up half the money for him
just to be mean, you know. We wanted him to really mean something to you.
Taneesha smiled inwardly as she answered her dad, Oh, he does, daddy.
More than you could possibly realize.
I know he does, baby. I knew you'd want him to be close to you. That's
why I had the stable built on our lot. Keeping an animal is a big
responsibility, you know. Especially a horse. You gotta be keeping him fed and
groomed...
I know, daddy.
You'll do fine, though. I can tell.
And they were pulling into the long driveway leading up to the farm where her
new horse awaited. Taneesha felt a flash of heat rising on her breast and
cheeks. And on her thighs as well.
At long last Taneesha was alone in the stable, standing next to her horse,
whom she had chosen to name, Arthur. She simply stood there for a moment, just
looking at him, gazing at him. He really was a handsome animal, she thought.
Strong and muscular. A deep brown coat of shiny hair with black on the forelegs.
A long, luxurious mane of jet black strands and tail to match. He was definitely
a gorgeous chunk of horse flesh. Her eyes wandered to the place where his hind
legs and stomach came together. As she watched, stunned, mesmerized, the animal
began to let down. His black horse cock came sliding out of it's sheath and into
her amazed view. More and more of that shiny black phallus extruded itself into
sight. Taneesha's mouth hung slightly open. Her breath came in small, shallow
gasps. One hand had flown to her breast at her first sight of Arthur's immense
penis. That hand now began to pinch and pull at her rapidly hardening,
cherry-sized nipple. Her other hand wandered to her crotch to insinuate itself
inside the loose waistband of her shorts. Her fingers began to rub insistently
at the swollen wetness she found there. More and more of her horses shiny, black
cock came sliding out. It hung now near to the straw on the floor of his stall.
As she stood transfixed, Taneesha saw that it was pulsing, pulsing and growing
both in thickness and in firmness. It began to rise up slowly like a hard iron
rod until it was sticking near straight out, angling down slightly below
Arthur's brad belly. Taneesha, unaware that she was moving, took two halting
steps toward her horse. Oh, Arthur, she said as she fell to her
knees at his side. His massive horse cock was now sticking straight out to graze
the underside of his belly. It bobbed slightly to the beat of his heart. Clear
fluid began to drip in long, sticky strand to the floor of his stall. The young
girl reached out a shaky, smooth-skinned hand and touched his slick, shiny cock.
It did not feel wet or clammy as she had expected. It was dry and smooth and
supple. It was soft and yielding to her touch like fine leather, yet underneath
she felt a firm hardness like a stalk of wood as she encircled her fingers only
a little more than halfway around his massive cock. There was a heat she felt
coming out of that tumescent flesh, a heat she knew must be satisfied. A heat
she herself felt deep within her oozing , young pussy, which now had three
fingers from her other hand plunging into it. Her copious flow of cuntal juices
ran out and down her arm to the forearm where it dripped off to join with the
pool of pre-cum forming below the bobbing tip of her horses black, shiny cock.
Taneesha, without even thinking about what she was doing, was leaning
forward. Rocking forward on her knees, she sought to bring her yearning lips
into contact with the satiny-smooth, jet black skin of her horses cock. Heat
bathed her face as she reveled in the sensation of the veiny texture of that
horse cock flesh. The smell sent her to new heights of arousal. It was a rich,
clean, horsy kind of smell that inflamed her desire and caused her nostrils to
flare. Her mouth dropped open and she ran her tongue along the side of Arthur's
mammoth cock. She absolutely loved the bumpy feel of the veins passing over her
tongue. All along one side of Arthur's horse cock she ran her tongue. All the
way up to the flared end, from which now ran a steady stream of thick, viscous
pre-cum. The frenzied young girl stuck out her delicate tongue to gather up some
of the hot slime pouring from the animal's engorged penis. She slaked her
forbidden thirst on that clear jism, truly loving the flavor of it. It was like
an all-powerful aphrodisiac. She became ravenous in her need for more of that
fluid. She opened her mouth wide and took the massive head of her horses cock
deeply inside, sucking hard to draw out that delicious juice. Thrusting her
upper body forward, she tried to stick herself on that mighty rod, striving to
drive it down into her very guts. Wildly her mind spun with what she was doing.
She was down on her knees under a huge and powerful animal, an animal that she
loved. And she was sucking the mammoth, two-foot-long cock of that animal. And
she was loving it, loving every minute of it, every raw second. Reeling with the
wild passion of what she was doing, she knew that she would not stop, simply
could not, until she had sucked her lovely stallion to completion. Not until she
had sucked to her very hearts content on that mighty, black staff, until she had
sucked him to the climax she knew he so needed to achieve, and she as well. Only
after he had pumped his copious flood of horsy seed into her mouth and down her
greedy, gulping throat would she be able to make herself stop.
And then, I'll fuck him, she thought to herself.
Taneesha's mother, Andrea, was a trim, shapely woman at thirty-nine years of
age. She was soft and round in all the right places, firm and hard in the areas
where that was called for. Mother and daughter side by side were often thought
to be sisters. The likeness in both shape as well as demeanor was striking.
Andrea was proud of her figure. She worked hard to keep it. She and her husband