Susan Elaine

SUSAN ELAINE

Susan Elaine Andersen! How she hated that name. There was nothing good about any part of it, not even a remote connection to the family of Andersen Windows. When she started school, the kids were quick to realize how she felt about her name and teasd her relentlessly. As a result, she never developed many social skills, either for relating to her own sex or to the pricks. She loved animals instead and worked at a stable whenever she could. After graduating high school she moved out to be away from everyone in her detested family, even tho she could barely support herself. She was given a room, more like a stall, on the horse farm where she worked. She was night watchman, and stable hand, usually mucking out stalls during the days.

She dreamed of being anywhere else, overseas. And then she took to calling herself Sea, using only her iinitials and trying to comletely discard Susan Elaine. She advanced in her duties and was allowed to exercise the horses, an ecstacy for which she was even paid! Even though she tried to appear independant, she knew she was totally clingy and dependant. She could cling to the horses and satisfy those fantasies and nobody had a clue. She imagined that it was the horse who was hanging onto her in order to carry her to a better place, to take care of her and protect her.

From time to time, she helped with the horse breeding. That is the only place where she had ever received any sex education and what a lesson it was! The stallion was very much a stud. He was jet black, a beautiful Arabian, flawlessly built and perfect in motion. His penis was also jet black, and just as beautiful as the stud. He knew when he was going to be allowed to be let loose into a mare because the sexual arousal of the person who came to get him was almost as storng a smell as the hot cunt of the mare. Everybody on the farm was turned on when they saw him perform, most of all Sea. Sea was there every time because it was her job to prepare the mare. When a hot mare wanted a cock, she flared out her labia. It was technically called winking and it gave new depth of meaning to the verb. It is amazing what control mares have with the opening to their cunts. They look like virgins when they are not aroused, a closed slit that barely opens enough to let pee pass. But when they are hot, they are hot. They have the ability to pull open their labia, showing the hot red cunt opening while also pushing out the bud of flesh surrounding their hole. The target that they want to have filled is presented right there, for everyone to see, red hot and wet. They are totally exhibiting their cunt like nothing else matters. It was a contagious feeling for Sea. When she first was shown what her job was, she barely could carry out her duties. It was too exciting to be the one to tend to that hot cunt, to be there in full view, close enough to feel and smell the arousal, then to wash it with mild soap and plenty of warm water, intimately handling those sensitive areas of hot flesh. The warm water, along with the fondling by Sea’s sensuous hands brought both Sea and the hot mare to peak excitement. Thankfully, they did not have to walk anywhere in that state. The stud was led to them.

Everybody there was fully focused on the stud as soon as he was in sight. Then, even Sea with her quivering loins and hot juices streaming into her cunt, could only look at the stud and his huge package. He kept his equiptment in his sheath as he came to the breeding room. He was already starting to swell and so he walked with his hind legs more apart, his tail up, and the head of his cock starting to protrude. His nostrils were flared, not missing a bit of the smell of the mare’s heat and also taking in the sexual arousal of the people, adding to his excitement. He was ready to mount the mare and take care of business as soon as he came close to her backside but he had to be cleaned as she had been. He had grown accustomed to this foreplay that was the work of human hands, and in doing so, he came to be able to feel turned on by the stroking from those hands, even when no hot mare was on the farm. When he was stroked, he was glad to extend his cock, letting it fill with engorgement and extending all 5 feet of its length to the grasp of the hands stroking him. Warm soapy water when rubbed along his cock by those hands felt real good, and the abondant warm water rinsing off the soap was welcome as more foreplay. He really did not mind whose cunt he entered by that point!

Sea had control of the cunts, although she was the only one there who knew the conditions that were raging between her legs, or so she thought.