David Crane

Horse-loving farm wives

CHAPTER ONE

Brenda Tucker liked to ride bareback.

Brenda was a nubile young teenager and she loved to feel her crotch slide around on the horse's back. She could get her rocks off that way, creaming her jeans and lathering the horse's broad back. Zeus seemed to like it, too. Zeus was a stallion.

Brenda was riding down the lane that led away from the farm where she lived. Many of the farmhouses in the neighborhood had been modernized and converted into country homes for people from the city, but Brenda lived on a proper working farm, with harvests and animals. She had little respect for the newcomers, the city slickers. But she had a lot of respect for the stallion, especially for his mighty prick.

Brenda was fond of pricks.

Now she leaned limberly sideways, one fist clutching the horse's mane, and gazed under the animal. Sure enough, his cock was starting to stiffen. The girl smiled impishly. She had been pretty sure that the stallion would get a hard-on while she squirmed around on his back. She loved the idea of turning a stallion on. The sight of that big prick starting to get hard really inspired the naughty teenager. She squirmed around more, her slim thighs tightening around the animal's flanks as she worked her crotch up and down his spine.

Brenda was wearing denim shorts and a tee shirt.

The fact that she wore no bra under the tee shirt was obvious, because her stiff nipples were standing out in little peaks. The shorts were very short, tucked up into her crotch. A wisp of blonde pubic hair curled out from the leghole and the crotch-piece was soaking wet with the flood of her pussy-juices. A creamy ribbon of the juice was trickling down her smooth thigh and onto the stallion's back, lathering him with the liquids of her lust.

Zeus tossed his head and snorted.

Brenda ran her hand down his powerful, arched neck.

"I know what you want, boy," she whispered.