You drop your backpack and other things on the front porch of the house. Pocketing the ring of keys, you walk towards the stables, knowing that that is where the horses are mor likely to be. You look over to your right, towards the grazing fields, and see small group of cows peering at you over the fence, and beyond the cows, you could see a few horses here and there. One horse in particular stood out, as it was much larger than the other horses near it. 'Bet that's a big stud out there,' you think to yourself. 'But it's too far out, I think I'll check out the horses in here today first.'
The doors to the stables were already unlocked, so you opened them and walked in. You close the doors behind you, and lock yourself in.. The smell of horse manure and hay hits you first. Besides the horse manure, you could also detect some sweet fragrances that you couldn't quite identify. You peer into each stall. Some were occupied, some were empty. A few were open. There was a nice big black and white Shire stud in one stall, and you could see that he had a full-blown erection going on. It was big!
In the next stall, an Arabian mare. You pause to admire her well built frame. She turns her head to look at you. "Don't worry hun, we'll have our fun together soon enough."
You continue walking down the long corridor of stalls. This was the biggest stables you've ever been in, and there were lots of different breeds of horses, like the Clydesdale, the Dutch Heavy Draft, and Belgian Brabant to name a few. There were a couple Dutch Heavy Drafts, male and female. One of the males particularly interested you, because he sported a massive sheath between his legs, the biggest sheath you've ever seen. You keep walking though, and each time you see a nice big horse, you get more and more excited. In one stall, a big Belgian stud had mounted a Clydesdale mare, and was vigorously pumping his member in and out of her. 'Damn, that's one big stud. This guy must be even taller than that other Belgian stud over in Iowa. That one's 19 hands tall. This guy's gotta be at least three or four hands taller.' And you were right to think so, because you yourself were about 6 foot, and this Belgian studs withers were a good foot or so above you're head. The Clydesdale mare was big herself, about 18 or 19 hands tall. As you watch the two continue mating, you start getting hard. The Belgian tossed his head up, and you knew that he had ejaculated into the mare. Then an idea popped into your head. You have always wanted to try this idea out, but never had the chance to.
You open the stall door, and enter, closing the stall gate behind you. The Clydesdale looked at you, aware that you were there, but completely caught up in bliss by the pleasure of this massive stud stretching her farther than any other stud had before.
You could hear the big Belgian stallions deep, heavy panting as he rested from the ordeal. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet. Without even thinking about it, you start taking your clothes off, and drape them through the iron bars of the stall gate. Once everything is off, you turn around again. The stallion was withdrawing just as you turned to face them.
That’s when the stallion noticed you, and the mare decided to pay attention to you. You reach out, and both nudge your hands with their snouts. Their noses were so nice and soft to the touch. The stallion lowered his head, inspecting your rock hard member, which was puny compared to his overly massive cock.
You smile, “Well, someone’s got ideas.”
NOTE: DO NOT END THIS STORY OR ANY CHAPTER AFTERWARDS!!!
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